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A week passed at this pace, and then Logan started packing for the road. He didn't have much stuff with him, so it didn't take long, and one morning he came to say goodbye to me in the workshop. Or rather, in the room Charles graciously allocated to me for that purpose.
"So, Canada again?" I summarized his speech indicating the destination.
"Professor thinks I'll find answers there."
"So, he's already finished restoring the foundation," I chuckled with a hint of thoughtfulness. "Fast."
"What do you mean?" Wolverine asked, reflexively pulling out a cigar.
"Memory is a very complex thing and strongly influences personality," I shrugged. "And Charles has a thing about this topic; even a hint of rewriting someone else's personality is Taboo for him. So it turns out that, most likely, he collected the fragments of your memory and restored the associative links between them, but left the final merging of these fragments with your current 'Self,' as well as the order of it, up to you. It's not as fast as forcing everything back all at once, but at least you won't go crazy from the abundance of information arriving simultaneously."
"Plus, to some extent, you'll decide yourself what from the past to allow to influence the present you, and what can be left behind. With an external connection, priority can only be set as equal…" I twitched my cheek vaguely, "or tweaked, choosing what will be important to you and what won't. But that's not the Prof's style."
"And you… know about this?" the regenerator raised his eyebrows with the inimitable intonation of 'I'm trying to look surprised, but… who am I kidding?'
"Mental magic," I spread my hands with a smile, creating an illusion of a schematic cross-section of a human brain between them, on which a woodpecker sat actively working with its "head." "It differs greatly from telepathy in principles of operation, but I can look at someone else's memory too."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Looking isn't restoring," I lied slightly, but not too much. "For that, it's better to go to Xavier. For him it's a profession, for me, a hobby."
"Got it," Logan finally lit his cigar. "You staying here yourself?"
"If they don't chase me out," I spread my hands jokingly. "It's…" I looked around the room suggestively, "nice. And quite comfortable."
"Cocoa?" the man smirked knowingly, having already gotten used to this eccentricity of mine.
"And gorgeous mulatto women with snow-white hair. One must never forget about gorgeous mulatto women," I mirrored the smile, wiggling my eyebrows.
"Plus, I just like that absolutely everyone here doesn't give a damn about my abilities. I'm afraid in another place it won't be so free."
"I understand," Logan exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from his chest, recalling something, causing his gaze to unfocus. However, it didn't last long, and the mutant shook himself. "Well, take care, God of Magic," a hand was extended to me for a handshake.
"It was a pleasure meeting you," I responded honestly, shaking it, "Wolverine."
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Half an hour later, Charles Xavier's office.
"You wanted to talk about something, Loki?" the telepath met me as soon as I closed the door behind me.
We hadn't interacted too often in recent days, and I almost never approached him first. generally, I tried not to bother the inhabitants of the estate too much, so I often even moved around the territory under invisibility.
"I wouldn't mind playing chess with you, but yes. I have a couple of topics for discussion," I smiled at the master of the house.
"I'm listening," Charles responded readily.
"I realize this will sound brazen, but I would like to ask permission to dig into your mutant database. Medical records, ability research, biographies," walking across the office to the guest chair while speaking, I sat down comfortably.
"In short, everything you've accumulated during your work. I could, of course, hack into your computers myself, but that would be impolite."
"I don't doubt it," the telepath's cheek twitched joylessly, a chill settling in his eyes. "But may I ask why you need this information?"
"I want to verify a theory of mine. You see, the question gives me no peace: why do some mutants control their powers perfectly well and don't even have particular difficulties mastering them, despite sometimes very extensive capabilities," I nodded suggestively at Charles, telling the absolute truth, "while others are completely incapable of influencing them at all. Besides, in a number of cases, I might possibly be able to help."
"You understand genetics?" much of the wariness left Xavier's gaze, replaced by business-like interest.
"I'm afraid Asgard doesn't have such a concept in its pure form. With us, all areas of knowledge are called 'magic' and are rarely separated, a long lifespan doesn't imply the birth of narrow specialization. But the answer is: yes. I know the area of knowledge you call genetics quite well. Although, I'll be honest," I propped my cheek on the fingers of my right hand, "I am not a great expert on the Earth biosphere specifically, and correcting that will take time."
"Alright, you've convinced me," the invalid closed his eyes. "And wh…"
But the professor's words were interrupted by the door flying open.
"He stole my motorcycle!" Cyclops burst into the room with a mixture of indignation and confusion on his face.
"What happened, Scott?" the professor turned to him in bewilderment. "Who stole your motorcycle?"
"Logan! I just went into the garage, and it's gone!" Summers looked so comical that my lips began to twitch dangerously, barely holding back the laughter bursting out. As luck would have it, frames from the movie and Wolverine's satisfied face floated up in my memory.
"It's not funny!" the young mutant noticed my state.
"I fundamentally disagree," I declared a decisive protest, forcing my face back into a semblance of a dignified expression by sheer will. "And admit it, he was consistent."
"What?" Cyclops didn't understand.
"Remember the main complaint he had against you back in Canada," I gave a leading hint.
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