A Blast from the Past! [WOLVERINE]

[genny]

Lyric was still unpacking stuff in her new room. She had just accepted a job to be a Professor for Music and Art for the students here at the school. In return Professor Xavier had promised to help her with controlling her own powers. She had been traveling for so long she had forgotten what it was like to have a warm bed to sleep in. Her past was riddled with war and running. Now maybe she could find peace here at the school.

She picked up a box off of her bed and looked through it. It was filled with papers, folders, pencils, and other supplies for her classroom. She had picked it up earlier that morning. Teaching was a new experience for her. She had never taken a teaching position before but she knew that she could do it. She had studied mostly music and art throughout her years. It was her passion and you could always find her singing or writing down some music notes or lyrics.

She carried the box in her arms and walked out of her room closing the door behind her. She walked away from the staff dorms and down the stairs to the bottom floor. Her classroom was located here and she needed to set it up for a class tomorrow afternoon. She smiled at some of the students that walked by her but one person caught her eye as she walked. She couldn't believe who it was. Even though it had been so many years since she had seen him she would never forget who it was. She stopped in the middle of the hallway with her mouth open in surprise. He was alive. Maybe Rose was as well.

"James?"

[Wolverine]

It was just another day to Wolverine. Not that he minded it being another day, but it wasn't anything special to him. He had woken up fairly early, took a shower, and got dressed. He wore his usual outfit of jeans, a beater, and his boots. Since it was during the day he made sure to dress completely, where at night if he was walking around he usually just wore a pair of jeans. Once he was completely awake he headed straight towards the kitchen for something to eat. It was like a routine for Wolverine, to go to the kitchen. As soon as he got up, he went into the kitchen. Usually before lunchtime he went to the kitchen for a snack, then back to the kitchen at lunchtime. He usually had another snack before dinner, then he had dinner, and usually once (and on some occasions, twice) throughout the night he would go to the kitchen. It would seem like he ate a lot, but he really didn't. He always just ate what he could find (even if it meant stealing someone else's food), but he was hungry a lot.

Once Wolverine got to the kitchen he had looked in the fridge just to find leftovers about three or so days old. "Damnit" He said, listening to his stomach growl. Finding nothing good to eat he closed the fridge door rather hard, and then pulled his cigars out of his pocket. He put one in his mouth, and lit it up. He then walked out of the kitchen, with his stomach still growling. He decided to walk around for a little while trying to kill time. He didn’t have much else to do and after thinking some more, he decided to head back to his room. The halls were pretty crowded, and there were students chatting all over the place. Wolverine growled as he had to push past many of the students just to get through. "Outta my way!" He yelled at them wondering why they didn't have anything better to do then to stand around talking. "Damn kids" He said to himself as he pushed past some more kids, him puffing on his cigar. He knew the professor did not like him smoking inside but Wolverine had made sure that the professor wasn't around. He figured just this once wouldn't hurt anyone.

Even through all the chatting of the kids, Wolverine was still able to hear someone say that one name. James. "Huh?" Wolverine said as he looked around trying to find the person who had said the name. By that time some of the students were starting to move away as their classes were getting ready to start. Wolverine was able to see a woman standing in the middle of the hallway, with her mouth open. Wolverine puffed some more on his cigar as he just stared at her. "You trying to catch flies with that thing?" he asked, pointing at her open mouth.

[genny]

Lyric quickly shut her mouth. She probably looked like a complete idiot standing there dumbstruck. But she couldn't help it. Here was James, her childhood friend, standing right in front of her, alive. She couldn't get over the fact that he was here. That was over one hundred years ago that she had known him. The only explanation was that he was a mutant as well.

Lyric put down the box she had been carrying and walked over to him. She studied him. He wasn't the scrawny kid she had known growing up. He was totally different. His body was riddled with muscles and his attitude was of someone who had seen some not so nice things in life. A cigar hung from his lips. She didn't pick him to be the smoking type but like said before, everything was different.

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to hug him. But she also wanted to know what happened to Rose. She had left with him that day that she was accused of murder. He had to know what had happened to her. Was she a mutant too? Was she still alive like they were? But something was off. He didn't seem to recognize her. She was surprised she had even recognized him with how much he had changed. She knew she had as well. Growing up she had been the awkward little girl. Her hair had been stringy and blonde, her skin pale, and her body skinny. Now that she had grown into her looks things were different. Her stringy hair was long and full of volume, her skin was pale but kissed lightly by the sun, her body had grown into the curves of a woman, and her eyes were a piercing blue that were filled with knowledge from all of her years. She ran her hand through her blonde hair.

"You don't recognize me do you? Its me. Lyric. Lyric O'Hara."

[Wolverine]

Wolverine simply stared at the woman who seemed to know him. He was not sure what to think of her. The woman had put the box she was holding down, and had walked up to Wolverine, standing right in front of him. He looked at her with a confused look on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, thinking she was acting crazy. He was sure he had never seen her before, but she obviously knew him. Wolverine turned away from her and was about to walk away, when she told him her name. Wolverine stopped, and looked at her. "Lyric?" He asked. He had been positive he didn't know her, until she told him her name. For some reason it seemed famiular to him. Wolverine just shook his head at her. "You've got the wrong guy. I don't know any Lyric" He said. He puffed more on his cigar, then tossed it on the ground and stepped on it. Once he was sure it was out he picked it up and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. He knew the professor wouldn't be happy if he had just left it on the floor. "If your lost you should go see the professor. He'd be able to help you out" Wolverine said. He just couldn't figure out why her name was so familuar to him.

The hallways were thining out, and Wolverine was sure him and the woman, Lyric, probably looked pretty funny just standing there, staring at each other. "I don't think I know you" Wolverine said to her. He just wanted her to leave him alone. Wolverine looked around the hallways trying to see anyone he knew, Jean, Rogue, or even Scott. Anybody he could talk to, to get the woman away from him. Usually Wolverine was pretty good about staying away from uncomfortable situations, but this was certainly an uncomfortable situation for him. He just wasn't sure what to do about the woman. When he didn't see anyone he knew he looked back at the woman and hoped she would just realize she had the wrong guy, and walk away.

[genny]

"I don't have the wrong guy. You're name is James Howlett and you were born in Toronto Canada on an estate that was close to my home. You were friends with me and my sister, Rose. You left with her after she was accused of murder. I know you. How can you not remember?"

Lyric's heart sank. He didn't remember her. It ran through her head that maybe she did have the wrong guy. But she knew she didn't. She knew James well enough to pick him out in a crowd, even if she hadn't seen him for over one hundred years. She just wanted to find out what happened to her sister. He was the last one to see her.

She smoothed out her shirt and looked around the hallway. They were alone now as all the students had gone to their classes. She wasn't supposed to start her classes for another day or so. The Professor wanted her to get comfortable in the mansion first. but even the Professor couldn't have predicted that she would meet up with James here.

He really did seem like he didn't remember. But when he had heard her name he had stopped. Was he just pretending he didn't remember or did he lose him memory in some accident? If he did she would make him remember even if she had to use her memory pulling to do it. He had to remember her. It wasn't even for the fact that she wanted to know about Rose. It was the fact that Lyric had always had feelings for him. She had always like James and for him not to remember her was like a dagger in her heart.

"You have to remember. Remember running around the grounds of your estate? All the adventures you, me, Rose, and Victor used to have? How me and Victor would always get into arguments? The picnics me and you used to have in the gardens? James...please."

[Wolverine]

Wolverine just looked at Lyric when she spoke. He shook his head at her. "I don't know what you are talking about" he said. He looked around at the halls that were now almost completely empty of students. "I think it's time I be somewhere else" He said, looking back at Lyric. He really didn't know what to say to her. She then mentioned him, her, and two names, Rose, and Victor. Wolverine just shook his head at her. He knew he wasn't able to remember all of his past, so it was hard to tell if she really had the right person or not. "Look, I don't know if you have the right guy or not, maybe you do, maybe you don't. But whatever happened between us is in the past, one that I don't remember" Wolverine said hoping she would stop trying to make him remember things that were going to take him a while to remember. There was something about the woman that was not allowing Wolverine to just leave her there. There was something that was making him stay, it might have been that somewhere in his mind Wolverine was remembering her, but he couldn't tell.

"Maybe..tonight we can go to the bar for some drinks. Clear our heads a bit. It would be better to talk then, to straighten this thing out" He said. He didn't want to just drop it. If she really had the right guy, then she knew some of his past, parts of it that he didn't remember. Wolverine wasn't the type of person to back down from finding out about his past. He knew it would also help Lyric too, if they had a better place to talk about it. The bar might not be the best place for her, but it was the best place for Wolverine.