Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Aug 7, 2014 15:50:34 GMT -5
Stilia could not help but emit a small laugh when Katrina snapped at Logan. She was beginning to like this woman, and certainly a lot more than she did that arrogant man. She also didn’t like that Logan was using her name. She hadn’t agreed on some ‘great formation’ but merely informed him of where would be best for her own abilities. It was part of the reason she had gone over to talk to Katrina, and smiled at the woman’s response. “I am glad to see such a dedicated individual, especially when my life is entrusted to this team. At least I feel like you will be of great help.”
"Whatever we're going to do, I suggest we do it some time in the next century. Lest it find us, and put us at even more of a disadvantage." Katrina spoke to the crowd, before beginning to walk deeper into the cave. Stilia began sniffing the air, but didn’t smell anything out of place yet. The creature was either far away or downwind of them. Stilia began walkingas well, following Katrina into the dark.
"Ah, pardon my interruption... Would you happen to be a daughter of the three?" She turned, a bit surprised at the question, at the doctor. Again, a small smile broke graced her lips, something that was happening a lot more within the last hour than within the last month. She nodded in reply.
“I am. I descend from the line of Medusa. And you, what do you happen to be?” She asked. He still had that smell, the rotten one she couldn’t quite place. Perhaps it was merely from his line of work, but for it to stick around so longand strongly made Stilia feel asif it emanated from him. She feltquitestrongly that he wasn’t human.
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Aug 7, 2014 20:34:59 GMT -5
What a brave little lady this Katrina was turning out to be. She didn't even go for the aspirin when it was offered, which was a pretty good sign as far as the resident Doctor was concerned. If she wasn't getting a migraine from Logan then she would have been well-off, but she also seemed to be taking the news that she wasn't the only species alive in these caves quite well, all things considered. Of course, Bernhard figured that they had better stop throwing rocks of enlightenment at her before she started bleeding or throwing them back. He would be there to help her through it if he needed to be, but breakdowns were never a good thing to have to work through. Especially considering the current situation and party.
Herr Reiniger continued to talk as he started off after the trooper, not seeing any particular reason to halt his conversation until they started drawing near whatever it was they were searching for. His scaly friend had confirmed his hypothesis seemingly without any offense, and had even bothered to return the favor. Usually Vogel wasn't one who cared much for small talk, but it was nice to know that once in a while someone cared to ask, even if they were only asking because he had. Her question did have some merit to it though, and it was a question he had never really even bothered asking himself. He supposed he would be considered a vampyre, since that is technically what he was, but cutting one's throat to drink their blood wasn't his sort of deal. Blood wasn't his sort of deal at all actually, unless it was being contained and used for some medical advancement or other. He had never heard of a vampyre who didn't like blood.
Without thinking over the matter much more, he would answer the woman's question. "I guess you could say that I'm a sort of corpse. More prominently, I am, simply put, a physician. I do my best to care for the needs of others over the needs of myself when possible and though I do not have any particular inclination towards the Hippocratic Oath, I do have my standards and ethics." He would say, perhaps giving a tad bit more information than was really asked for. He would throw a glance over his shoulder to gauge his companion's reaction, and then turn his head back to the road ahead.
"I hope I'm not overstepping any bounds, I truly do not wish in any way to offend or hurt any future relationship between anyone present, but would you mind assisting me when all of this is said and done? Nothing invasive, I think. Just a few questions about anatomy and physiology, possibly over a glass of wine if we share a similar taste." The walking corpse would utter, still keeping a brisk pace to keep up with the woman storming ahead.
Post by Katrina Wolf on Aug 8, 2014 1:40:50 GMT -5
Although the apology came late, Katrina was about to accept the man's effort at making the peace. That all change as the last line came out, causing her to work her lower jaw musingly. She brought her jaw together and let out a heavy sigh through her nose before turning back towards Stilia. "Just doing my job Ma'am. If I can return the favor of bringing some level of happiness to this world, then I've done my job."
Katrina glanced once more at Logan before continuing on. Even his apology fell short of feeling honest, and all he seemed to know how to do was make himself look more like a jerk. But Katrina would let it slide for now. Perhaps it wasn't intentional, who knows? Even if it was, the task they were on was more important than petty differences. Instead she turned her attention on the conversation at hand. The woman claimed to descend from Medusa. Wasn't that that snake woman? Katrina remembered the old Greek legend. The other man mentioned something about being a corpse. "A corpse... so like a Vampyre or greater undead minion or something?" She asked without turning to look.
"If you could lure it away, I'm sure I could put a few rounds into it. Even if they don't kill it, they should at least slow it down. That would give us a better chance of taking it down I think." Katrina offered a bit of strategy suggestion to the man she had snapped at earlier, or really anyone who would listen. She may have thought herself out of her league, but she could still try to offer ideas, even if leading a squad was a job for other people. While talking, Katrina didn't slow her pace up one bit, though the long-legged angel made no attempt to leave anyone in the dust either.
Post by Megalýteri Fos on Aug 8, 2014 13:49:15 GMT -5
'A Medusa?' Logan repeated inside his head. The name ringed in his ears as he remembered that name. His friend mentioned Medusa to him once. A race known as Gorgons. He payed no mind to it though and just called his friend 'as crazy as he was.' Logan took out his wallet looking at a picture of his family. In times of stress he would always do that to calm him down. Strangely it worked and even gave him a clear head. He consider this picture his good luck charm because he never lost his life or became injured to the point of death when he had it.
His body turned to face his backside but he kept walking where his companions where heading. Making sure that nothing from the back would surprise the group. His ears payed attention to everyone's conversation while his eyes stayed focused on the dark space. Thanks to the light Logan's night vision kicked in, but he could only see to a point in front of him.
"If you could lure it away, I'm sure I could put a few rounds into it. Even if they don't kill it, they should at least slow it down. That would give us a better chance of taking it down I think." Katrina said. Logan gave a nod and planned his words out carefully. His umbrella was on his shoulder, being held up by his hand on the handle while his fingers felt the texture of the picture in his hand.
"Good idea." Logan said, his tone turning from what people would think was cocky and annoying to serious. "I believe I saw Reiniger with a fire arm as well. I have a shooting weapon of my own. If we can land a couple of bullets in it then Stilia can finish it off without any of us getting injured."
His eyes moved back to his family one more time before moving back to the area he was trying to watch. "There is a possibility that what we are facing does not operate by eyesight. It could be a blind beast that moves like moles or bats. It could move with incredible ears as well. There are various ways for other creatures to see in the dark so I wouldn't rely too much on that one strategy. It is worth a try though."
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Aug 23, 2014 23:07:34 GMT -5
"My firearm is not for fighting. It doesn't sound like it would do much good anyways." the old doctor would definitively utter, and it was true. He had never used his sidearm for fighting anyone, and he didn't plan on having to do so. From the warning they had been given by the king it didn't sound like small arms would do anyone any good either, at least not unless someone made their own weapon specifically for penetrating layers of armor. There were other ways to take down creatures with tough hides though, and Bernhard said as much as he continued to walk, following amidst the group.
"For example," he would continue, "I have seen many things succumb to the varying ills and diseases of the world, and I happen to have a sample or two on hand. I also happen to have more than enough medical supplies to give the creature an overdose, but I wouldn't chance it. Too many things could go wrong."
"As for your question, M'lady. My heart ceased to beat long ago, the sun burns my skin, and others of my kin rely on the blood of others to survive. You have nothing to fear from me, however. I do not lust for blood, like others may."
Post by Katrina Wolf on Sept 14, 2014 23:07:19 GMT -5
The army medic's green eyes scanned forward and to the side as they continued deeper into the network of caves that ran throughout the mountain. Her attention was being forced to be split three ways between watching out for the creature, considering their options, and listening to the group as they voiced potential strategies. Katrina knew they were at a disadvantage in the cave. It was unfamiliar, dark territory with walls or lack there of at all the wrong places. A simple hole could be hidden in the dark or the predator could strike from a hidden opening. The possibilities were endless. Ideally she wanted to find and open area where they could set up a defensive perimeter and force it into a known area, but such a plan was a luxury she wasn't sure they could afford.
Logan's words brought some level of confusion to Katrina. She was left trying to figure out what tactic he was referring to as he went on. She considered asking, but decided against it during the time the other man was speaking. For the moment, the other woman was fairly silent. Katrina didn't think much of it as truth was: She didn't know much about the woman to know if it was normal or not. Katrina pondered what Reigner said for a moment before she came to a sudden stop.
The medic spun around and eyed the other doctor incredulously. "Poison or drug the creature? That's your solution? You would-- No. On second thought I don't want to know. I cannot support that course of action. If we have no other choice or if you all decide you want to do it... fine, but I-- No. That goes against our code. I suppose it's a two way street, though. I don't like having to shoot a living creature, but sometimes we don't have that luxury." The medic tore her gaze off the group and looked at the closest wall as thoughts turned over in her head.
"Regardless of how this creature detects it's prey... We will probably need to distract it somehow. I don't think a head on assault will work in these caves. We're at the disadvantage on every front. Quadrupedal creatures have easier time moving around in such an environment. It probably knows the terrain, and it probably can 'see' the surroundings better than we can. An ambush would likely favor us. I also think that getting out of here without a single scratch on one of us is entirely optimistic, but maybe luck will be on our side."
Post by Megalýteri Fos on Sept 16, 2014 19:07:36 GMT -5
Logan's feet where getting tired and he slowly began falling behind everyone else. Although he was not losing them; he still walked fast enough for everyone to know that he was there and that he was listening. Reiniger replied to the light elemental's words with a very thought provoking comment. The man/non beating heart creature said that his firearm was not meant for fighting. That could have meant that it had no bullets inside, he did not prefer to use it, or both. Logan hoped it was both. If this thing did not have any armor then extra bullets would come in great convenience. Reiniger talked about poisons then Katrina expressed her opinions on giving the creature a disease. She spoke that she could not be a participant in his idea because of her code, which made Logan laugh heartily. He realized that he was showing a state of un-professionalism and turned around from his backwards walk to apologize. "Sorry," he said then turned once again to back step while moving with the others. He kept his eyes to the area where everyone else back was faced, guarding their behind while they moved forward. Logan gave out another chuckle before thinking of what to say to keep the conversation going.
"Luck is a gamble you sometimes do not want to take with a bunch of strangers sweetheart. At least, not for something like this." His voice sounding non-condescending when he spoke. He did not mean to call her sweetheart, a term of endearment, on purpose, though many would think that he did. He just found her desire to not poison the creature adorable, even if he thought that she was expressing it because of her code, and his second nature dad side showed. "Distraction is a good plan. Reinigers disease is another good plan. And the bullets may be the best plan we could ever come up with. So why limit ourselves to one?" He took a small pause to place his wallet in his pocket, finding the remembrance of his family a distraction to his new job. "We distract the creature and give Ms. Stilia a chance to place the creature to sleep. If that doesn't work then we move onto Mr. Reiniger who can posion or over dose the monster, which ever he feels is the best option. If all else fails then I or everyone will put the monster or animal down for good. The latter being the killing option because the monster would prove too strong or troublesome to keep alive." After his mini speech was over he would listen to what the others would have to say.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2014 20:35:49 GMT -5 by Megalýteri Fos
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Sept 25, 2014 13:21:56 GMT -5
Stilia listened quietly as Herr and Katrina spoke. The Doctor began by calling himself a corpse, seeming perhaps uncomfortable with the word his species was associated with. Or perhaps he was simply afraid of the human’s reaction, or he simply preferred not to use it. Whatever the reason, Stilia didn’t expect Katrina to clue in right away. Not surprisingly, as the young medic probably didn’t know which myths were real or not in her very brief history of supernaturals. When the Doctor asked for the Gorgoness’ aid, Stilia nodded slightly. “The pursuit of knowledge is a worthy cause, I will help with what I can.”
Katrina’s guess was actually quite good, making Stilia smile slightly. She was a bit surprised that the vampire had no need of blood, and wondered how he had gone about to achieve that. It seemed that when he asked her questions later that she would have a few for him as well.
The conversation turned once more to the mysterious beast they were hunting. This Logan didn’t seem to quitte understand the way her powers worked. “Although I can enchant a creature to sleep, the sleep itself is no enchantment. Just as if you were to suddenly experience pain, this creature will wake up upon the sensation. If I put it to sleep, we must take our time to decide the quickest way to kill it. At least it will buy us time to analyse the creature.”
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Sept 25, 2014 15:55:35 GMT -5
"The only advantages we do have down here are superior numbers, and our training and equipment. We do not know what we are dealing with, we do not know where it is, how it operates, or why it is here doing what it does. We do not know how to deal with it, or if it is sentient. It would be foolish to discount any strategy that we can use against it. If it is a reasonable entity that we have a means of communicating with, we may be able to talk and work things out peacefully. If it is not, then simply putting it to sleep or moving it would only add to the list of problems. If it is not sentient, it will continue to hunt and to kill, to breed and do whatever it can to continue it's miserable existance. If that is the case, then it would be better for everyone if it were put down. Until we know more, it is impossible to deduce that there is a peaceful solution to this. The best we can do is offer a quick and painless demise, if that." The old doctor would say, his longest slur of words ever given in an attempt to shed light on the reality of the situation they had all gotten themselves into. Each word was carefully chosen and deliberately spoken in order to emphasize the calm rationale coming out of his mouth, and in order to keep things as quiet as possible.
After giving some thought to the matter at hand, and digging up his medical knowledge of the habits of hunters and of the recently deceased, the doctor would say "It has killed and presumably eaten recently, if it follows the same pattern most carnivores do, it will rest a while to digest what it has taken before moving. If we truly are fortunate, we may catch it when sated. If anyone is able to track scents in the dark, we would be looking for the scent of blood, adrenaline, and any other large pool of bodily fluids such as urine." as he continued to walk. He had plenty of experience in dealing with carnivorous hunters in his past, and even more in dealing with the dead. So much so, that he could still remember the distinct scent of blood, antiseptic, urine, vomit, and feces all mixed together. The memories brought a somber frown to the man's face as he marched forward, only to snap out of his daydreaming to say "Thank you, you are very kind to help. I swear that any knowledge gleaned by myself will be put to good use." to the snake-woman nearby.
Post by Katrina Wolf on Sept 28, 2014 17:10:44 GMT -5
The timing of Logan's laugh was not lost on the medic. Katrina's gaze fell upon the man and it was no great mystery that her gaze held a touch of disapproval. Katrina wasn't sure if he was laughing at the mention of her code, or that she simply stated she wouldn't kill and that it went against her code. Either one was telling, and it stirred a touch of disappointment in the woman. There was no anger, or agitation mingled in. She was far too used to people having that opinion, after all. Whether they found your average medic's mindset amusing, or delighted in talking about the killing of people, innocent or not, it was something that was rooted deep within modern culture. After a moment the woman gave him a polite smile.
This smile became one of genuine amusement after he spoke however, and it was Katrina's turn to let off a soft laugh. "You're right, Mister Tempesta, I don't. Which is why I said it would be entirely optimistic. I wouldn't be surprised if one of us ends up with a serious injury to be honest, regardless of how careful and well we work together. I hope it doesn't come to that, but I am not naive enough to believe it won't." Despite not appreciating being called sweetheart, the woman made no comment on the matter. It wasn't worth more petty arguing and so long as it didn't persist, it would be soon forgotten anyway.
The medic listened to the rest of what Logan had to say, as well as Stilia and Reigner. Her focus fell more upon the two males than Stilia, as she only spoke in order to correct what she perceived as a misunderstanding of her abilities, which were still impressive, all things considered. Reigner and Logan continued to talk about tactics. As they spoke, Katrina nodded, and soaked it in, waiting until they'd finished speaking to give her input again.
"Normally, I might agree. However-- Unless you two are hiding something, I'm not sure we're that well equipped at all. You're right, discounting theories isn't wise, which is precisely why I said if it comes down to it, you lot can resort to your poison tactic, but anything less than lethal isn't something I'm willing to contribute to. It should also be our last option and one only resorted to if we intend to kill it. It's against everything I stand for. I'm not going to stand in your way if you feel it necessary but I want no part in it if I don't have to. We may not know anything about what we're fighting, other than what was provided, but that's part of why we're talking now. Better to have a variety ideas on hand before we run into it, than try to figure something out on the fly. Best laid plans and all that are one thing, but at least we'll go in having some idea of what we want to do."
"I also question the likelihood of a peaceful solution. Unless those people didn't tell us everything about the situation, they're the victims here. I don't know who struck first, them or whatever it is we're after. But if it was this thing.. then sentient or not, I find talking to it unlikely. If it's sentient..then it's more than likely malevolent. I won't discount talking, but I somehow doubt it'll be that simple. If it's not sentient, then I agree. As much as I'd prefer to relocate an animal rather than kill it-- If it's killing sentient life, then that doesn't seem like a feasible option." The woman faded back into silence. She had nothing really further to add at the moment, especially on the part of smell tracking. Sight tracking was a bit easier, and something she was familiar with, though not in a cave, especially with limited light. Still, as she walked on, the medic kept her eyes trained for any sign of the passage of the creature.
Post by Megalýteri Fos on Oct 3, 2014 18:11:20 GMT -5
Logan listened. That was all he had to do now, listen. He had said his words, added his two cents, offered options, and now he was done. He had nothing else to say and nothing else to do with this group. Though, he would not end his pattern of words just for that reason, there was another that had to do with what Katrina told him. Her comment about injury really sunk into his skin, twisted his entire perception of this mission he was to do, and prevented him from saying another word. It was the most strangest of reactions he would give to an honest and kind statement, but it made him silent. His lips were now zipped and he would not say anymore to his group members.
Although, despite his words being gone, he still had something action that he thought would be most helpful to the group. Logan would stop moving only a little, not long enough for the others to recognize his hault of movement, while a bright light would shine behind everyone's back, if they turned around then they would see that light dim into nothing. It would apear to everyone that Logan would have created a large and blinding light for no reason. He would look at those who stopped or turn around to look at him, and give them a cocky stare. "Apologies," he would say, placeing his umbrella on his shoulders. "Let's continue." His eyes would be bright and shine light in the face of the ones he would look at, which would be all, then they would dim until no light remained, like before.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Oct 20, 2014 11:48:34 GMT -5
Stilia sighed. The agreement on a plan was taking much longer than it should have. At least the doctor had moved on to talk about the carnivore’s digestion pattern, but this was all quite exasperating. Despite the fact she liked having a plan she also had a suspicious feeling that not everyone would follow it anyways. Her eyes travelled briefly to the Light Elemental at that thought, before turning them to the Doctor. She didn’t need to be told what scents to look out for, as any would stick out as different from the general muskiness of the cave. “There’s been no scents, I’ve been paying it careful attention. So either we are too far from the creature or upwind.”
Stilia turned her attention back to the group. She had nothing of use to contribute, which was why she kept quiet. It was better to simply listen at this point rather than add pointless words to the debate. In fact, it would be best if they sorted this quickly, as there was no telling how good the creature’s hearing was. Of course, that would probably bring it to them, saving them from the hunt, but also ruin their element of surprise. However, Katrina’s talk of preferring to relocate rather than kill stirred a few words. “It’s most likely no animal that many humans know of. The more mythical ones, the ones thought to be stories, are more intelligent. But that also leads to them being far more deadly. If an entire village couldn’t handle one creature it certainly isn’t just some cave bear. With creatures like these, if there’s no reasoning they should be dispatched. It would be much too difficult to relocate them, as we would have to throw them into another world. I advise you to not harbor hope at saving it, and rather set your mind to the worst outcome. Although I know you accept we may have to kill it, it would be best if you set your mind solely on killing it. That way you don’t accidentally hesitate, but may also be greeted by a pleasant surprise if wrong, rather than the other way around.”
When a bright light followed, she glared at Logan. He said something about apologies and her brow furrowed more. “Either you have little control over your powers or you are messing around for fun. Either way it only adds to the chances of us losing the element of surprise, and either way it just proves more and more of your incompetence.”
Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Oct 21, 2014 20:37:31 GMT -5
Disregarding the sudden light and the ends of conversations, Herr Doctor continued to cautiously put one foot in front of the other. It was very generous of the more serpentine female of the group to allow him some of her time for the sake of questions and research, and she did have a very good point about putting the thought of a peaceful solution to the current matter at hand out of mind. Alternatively, if there was actually a peaceful way to end this conflict between creatures, there was no telling the repercussions that may follow. There might be no consequence, or the action of ending whatever lies ahead may ignite a powder keg 'neath the surface of the earth. There would be no way to find out until whatever it was that was down here was found, or found them.
Meanwhile, Bernhard pondered over just what exactly it could be that they were looking for down here. It had scales, big teeth, lived in a cave system, and possibly had an appetite for blood, but that was about all of the information they had been given. Initially the Doctor had just jumped to the conclusion that it was a large snake or serpent of some sort, something which seemed simple enough. On further thought however, a myriad of other species and creatures were possibilities outside of serpents. There were dragons, chimeras, hydras, reptiles and lizards, the occasional amphibian, and even an avian creature or two. Out of all of the options it certainly seemed like a serpent or dragon. Of course, if it really were a dragon they were dealing with, things were going to be much more complicated.
Weathered old boots lightly stomping on the ground would slow and then stop for a moment, just enough time for their owner to open his mouth and say "You know, it could also be a dragon. In either case, I would suggest we not walk down the middle of the passage here. Would be best if we split into pairs, with each pair taking up a different side of the cavern. That way if one pair happens to stumble upon any evidence of the creature it would be easy to signal across to the other group, and if one group should come under assault, the other will have time to hopefully catch the beast on unawares."
Post by Megalýteri Fos on Nov 1, 2014 13:10:36 GMT -5
Logan looked at the woman that just spoke to him. His smile faded, and he looked irritate. Rolling his eyes, he turned around and began walking away. He wasn't heading deeper into the cave, he wasn't stupid enough to go into the unknown on his own. He was planning on exiting the cave. These three didn't need him, and he knew it. It didn't take a rocket science to understand that he would only hinder this mission. And if anything bad happened, he did not want to be the main cause of it.
Logan walked to the opening of where all the strange creatures once greeted the group, wondering if they were still there. If they where, then it would be a very awkward moment of them watching Logan walk away. When he reached the outside of the cave, Logan stretched his arms and yawned. He had spent a very long day doing work and was tired. Trusting that the others would handle the situation, Logan strolled to the nearest hotel to get some good rest.
