mimicheochi

Logan had never felt like this before. There had never been a trouble he couldn't sort with a sword, or bullet. This was.....close to how he felt after he returned form that Avo-forsaken desert...... He sat in the empty throne room, perching on the edge of the Throne he had been forced to take up, the Throne that wasn't his & probably wouldn't be very soon. He gripped the arms of the golden seat until his fingers started to hurt. A servant came in two hours later, scuttling nervously up the aisle, stopping & starting, unevenly breaking the oppressive silence with the pitter-patter of footsteps. "...uhm....." He glanced back at where many