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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 1, 2014 17:36:54 GMT -5
Panic filled the the teleporter, showing even on his hologram face created by the image inducer. Seemingly blue eyes looked around him in bewilderment, as the male teen tried to process what was going on. How did he end up on the Statue of Liberty? That was all the way in New York City! Which was way beyond his limits in terms of distance. So how did he get here? Even more importantly, why one earth was it night time!? He knew for a fact that it was morning time when he left the institute. None of this made any sense!
I need to get down! he thought, looking around for the best route. He could start teleporting, but the Statue of Liberty was certainly more than two miles long. Furthermore, with how hungry he was now and the ache he felt in his body, teleporting was not an option. Not unless he wanted to pass out. Not a pleasant experience. And so, he sought a different way. Though there were only two other options: fall or crawl. So really there was only one option.
With a sigh, Kurt slowly lowered himself down on all fours as he placed his hands upon the cold metal of Lady Liberty. His fingers stuck upon it and the young X-Man began to scale down from the torch towards the large green hand that held it and then down the long arm. The wind blew harshly against him, but Kurt was able to retain his grip as he climbed down.
It took him nearly an hour to get from the arm and up towards the statue's crown, where windows from the inside were located. Kurt was feeling more hungry from the extra exercise, as well as exhausted. He did not have enough fuel for his system. There should be some vendors near by right? I'll just buy some hot dogs or something. He was very glad he had his wallet before taking off. Otherwise he would have been a goner during such strange circumstances.
I'll have to find a payhpone and call the school as well. he thought as his head peeked carefully into the glass upon Lady Liberty's crown. Fake blue eyes spotted the heads of a group of people heading back down the stairs, making the room itself empty before the next amount of people came up themselves. Taking this moment of solitary, he concentrated on the inside and the familiar sensation of teleporting filled him as he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and reappeared inside with another cloud.
Kurt took a moment to steady himself, as he was hit with sudden dizziness from teleporting again, before he made a dash for the staircase. Hurrying down the spiral staircase, the normal-appearing teen caught up to the group that were making their way down and tried to blend in and not bring attention on himself. When they finally made it to the end of the stairs and entered the elevator that brought them down into the bottom of the pedestal, Kurt let his mind wander to how he could have ended up on Liberty Island.
It's way beyond my limit. And I certainly wasn't thinking about the Statue of Liberty. So why did I teleport here? How did I? Kurt couldn't think of any explanation though. He knew of nothing that could mess with his porting. But maybe when he contacted the Institute some of the adults would be able to figure it out. After he got something to eat of course. Kurt and the group stepped out of the elevator and into the build in museum. Only to witness a very strange sight.
People were running around in a panic while the museum itself looked like a mess. Displays were vandalized, glass broken and walls sprayed on with paint. Kurt looked on, trying to find the source of the madness, only to find himself shocked at what was causing it all. Small, blue, fuzzy little demons were running about. They all looked strangely like little versions of him. Around five it seemed. Two had spray paint cans, while the others grinned impishly as they trashed the place. Is one of them carrying whiskey!?
"Bamf! Bamf!" One seemed to say to the others and began to charge for the entrance. Worried about what more damage these little.... hims... could do, Kurt ran after them while people continued to panic. As he bursted through the doors, it was easy to quickly spot the little blue hellions as they tormented a news crew. "Bamf!"
"Bamf! Bamf!"
"Whiskey!"
Before Kurt could run to them and try to help, one of the people from inside ran out as well and bumped right into Kurt, whacking against his image-inducer in the process. The young hero heard the familiar noise of the device going on the fritz, and looked down to see the image of a normal person glitching out. The next thing he knew, his true self was revealed for all to see. One of the little imps noticed this and called attention to the others. Suddenly, their eyes were all on him before they leaped away from the news crew and charged for him.
Kurt crouched down, preparing for an attack, before glowing eyes blinked upon hearing of of them call out. "Bamf!" By all means, it sounded like a simple world, as if they were mimicking the sound he made when he teleported. And yet... at the same time it didn't. As if through that one word the little critter was saying something else as well. Before Kurt knew it, all five were on him and clinging to his clothes and hair.
"Was? Vhat is-" Kurt began to say, but one of the little imps clawed at his face while the others all chanted out that same word. It felt like they were all trying to tell him something. Something about being trapped. "Vhat do you mean trapped?"
"It appears the leader of the creatures has made the scene, what he hopes to gain has yet to be made known..." What? Leader? Kurt's head snapped over to the news crew where the reporter spoke towards the camera as she motioned towards the X-Man. The woman then did a double take, as if getting a better look at the mutant before exclaiming. "Wait a minute, isn't that one of the X-Men?" Before Kurt could even hope to clarify anything, the little imps began to spit on him.
"Vhat are you doing? Zat's disgus-" The sensation of teleporting surrounded him, but not quite like how it felt when he normally did it, before Kurt and the little imps disappeared in a cloud of smoke. When they reappeared, Kurt felt himself fall onto a wooden desk as the blue imps chatted excitedly all around him.
"Bamf! Bamf!"
"Bamf!"
"Whiskey!"
Kurt could only grown. They could teleport too. Wonderful. he thought as he forced himself to sit up. It was only hearing some man yell about blue demons and spider-man that he realized that it wasn't just him where it was the little creatures ported him to. Kurt hurried off the desk and began to run out of what was apparently an office, the creatures hot on his trail as they cheered in their two word speech, while the man continued to yell about how his photographers where never around when he needed and for someone to call the cops.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 2, 2014 0:11:25 GMT -5
 Pietro had to stop; there was no use, at this rate he was going to run ruts into the city. His breathing was coming in rapidly, something he was not use too, his chest hurt and he felt like doubling over, great, he was having a panic attack. He had to calm down, what was that thing Wanda told him, deep breaths, in and out, in and out. He panic began to subside as he leaned against some building in some ally, a hand went to run though his hair before looking out at the mouth of the ally at the few people who walked by. This was great, Pietro Maximoff hiding in the alley having a panic attack, he needed answers. His hand went to the communicator he had, one fashioned to his ear like a blue tooth, but made in a way it would not fall off. “Lorna?” He asked he began to pace back and forth. “Lorna! Are you there?” static, he was getting static. “If this is some joke!” There was no hiding the anger in his voice, or the growing again panic, “Danger?” he asked, his voice slipping more to panic. No answer, no one was there. He took his hand off the device, nothing but the sound of silence coming from it. His pacing got worse, he had no direction, nowhere to go, well that’s not true, there was always the avengers, Stark town, the hall there had to be someone else here. He was going to head off when screaming caught his attention. He looked up at where he heard it come from, a man yelling, wait, was he leaning against the Daily Bugle? It took no time for Pietro to make it up the stairs, little less to process what the man was yelling about, blue devils and photographers. He stopped in the door way with his jaw slightly open.
Kurt Wagner was in the room with what he could only assume were little Kurt Wagner’s running around. What caused Pietro to be stunned was not the mutant or the little things, but more the fact last he checked Kurt was dead. Pietro took a step in to the office space slowly, or what was slowly for him, “Nightcrawler?” He asked, he still was not sure about it, but then again stranger things have happened today, he could already think of two that happened earlier. He tilted his head a little getting a better look at the elf, he was younger, dressed odd and generally seemed confused.
That was when the editor took notice of Pietro mumbling about Avengers and his appearance. A smirk grew on the speedster’s face as he caught one of the blue little things and held him by the tail. “The amount of noise I heard coming from this office I thought there was a real problem, not some clumsy mutaint and his little offspring.” He didn’t really know what else to call the smaller forms, “or are we having another clone issue again, because I rather have these little things then another short angry Canadian with claws.” The thing bit him and he dropped the blue creature before looking at Kurt, the smirk was gone replaced with a more annoyed look at the fact he was bitten. “Can you get a handle on them?”  |
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 2, 2014 15:18:37 GMT -5
If only running out of the office took care of the yelling problem and got him out of trouble. It didn't of course, because outside the office were various desks and cubicles with people typing away at computers and on the phone, some going on and on about sources. All of which stopped when he and the little look-alike creatures stormed out into it all. Then all attention was on them.
Great. Can it get any worse? Those would be the words on his grave stone as no sooner than he thought it, the mini hims decided it was a great time to cause some havoc.
"Bamf!" In a blink of an eye, they were running everywhere, throwing papers into the air and smashing their small hands on people's keyboards. One of them even began to pull at some poor lady's hair. Kurt immediately went to action, leaping after them on all fours as he attempted to catch them. The task was no easy. Not by a long shot.
"Get back here!" he called, chasing after one before stopping short to snatch one that attempting to spray paint one of the desks. "Don't do zat! Vhere did you efen get zat?" The response was a simple bamf, as always. True Kurt seemed to somehow understand what it was these blue imps meant from it, but still. Didn't they know any other word?
"Whiskey!"
Oh right. They knew whiskey. Why they knew whiskey was beyond him. Then again, if how they all seem to fight over that one bottle they must really like the stuff. he thought before sighing as he struggled to get the spray paint can out of the little imp's hand. When he finally managed to, he did his best to keep it out of reach. he was only thankful it didn't try to just simply teleport to grab it. Almost as if it was actually going to listen to him.
Now to try and capture the others. Which was, easier said than done. Especially when he was still trying to hold onto one of them. But just as he ran about to make for another one, a voice spoke out. One that spoke his code name. Glowing eyes blinked before Kurt spun around to find the source, only to spot a taller silver-haired man looking at him in bewilderment. His voice was familiar, as did his appearance. Like a much younger version of Magneto. Or rather and slightly older version of- "Quicksilfer?" he questioned, brows knitting together as the little imp in his grasp wriggled about.
He heard the man who was originally yelling, and when he thought about probably still had been, go on about Avengers before returning to his office, confusion only continued to grow. But so was irritation. After all, if that was really Pietro then- "Vhat are you doing here?" Come to think of it, Kurt still needed to figure out how he was there. Was the Brotherhood involved in someway? "Is Magneto ze reason I'm here?" And what were Avengers? Was it another little mutant group Magneto created? No wait, if that was the case the man surely wouldn't have been so accepting, though annoyed, by having Pietro in the building.
There were too many questions and not nearly enough answers. It didn't help that the silver haired speedster was acting his normal jerk self, casually snatching one of the imps by the tail as he insulted Kurt. It was enough to make his fur bristle, but Kurt had to think smart. He normally didn't go up against the fast mutant. His rival in battle had always been Toad, and even when Kurt fought other brotherhood members it was not often to be the son of Magneto. The only thing the blue elf had over the other was his teleportaiton, and he wasn't in the best of shape to do it.
"Bamf! Bamf!" The little imp was clearly displeased at being held by the tail, and Kurt could sympathize. Nothing stung more than a pulled tail, no matter how strong it was. Still though, Kurt was a bit surprised at the colorful meaning behind the word that was repeated twice. Apparently the little guys knew how to curse. How that came to be was something Kurt could ponder later though, focusing instead as Pietro continued talking with a smirk on his face as he went on about clones and what sounded like a description of Herr Logan. "Bamf!" With a bit of amusement and delight, Kurt watched as the little guy bit the silver haired.... man.... before it was released.
Now free, the little deviant decided it liked Kurt better and ran towards him, leaping onto his shoulder even as the one in his grasp still wanted to wiggly free. "Don't look at me!" he stated with a huff, his tail swishing about behind him. "It was a battle to get zis vone to forgo the spray paint."
"Whiskey!" One of the ones still loose called out before taking a swig of the whiskey bottle before teleporting with a loud bamf! It reappeared at Kurt's feat with a frown on its face. "Whiskey!" the little guy exclaimed, annoyed about something. All Kurt knew was that it was complaining about being trapped.
"You keep saying zat. But vhat do you mean trapped?" Kurt asked it, his annoyance growing. Patience was a virtue, but it was a virtue he was slowly loosing as he had to deal with these little tricksters. His question seemed to get the attention of all the little hims as they started to swarm him, climbing all over and tugging this and that. "Ach! Was? Was ist das?" Kurt was hardly aware of him slipping into his native tongue from his slowly lacking of patience.
"Bamf! Bamf! Whiskey! Bamf!"
Kurt's brows knitted as the little ones continued going on about how they were trapped. They couldn't go back to the school, whatever school it was Kurt had no idea. But regardless, it seemed they could port anywhere but only within the city. And they were very displeased. A deep frown then formed on Kurt's face as he glanced back at Pietro, just what was going on? I need answers. And he's the best bet i got. and it was then that he remembered they were in an office building of some sort, with lots of ordinary people starring at them. This isn't the place.
Glancing at all the little blue imps that clung to him, slightly mischievous idea came to mind. "Listen up mien freunds." he said softly, the little furry devils perking up at the sudden change of demeanor and grinned impishly before they all attempted to get closer to his face to hear whatever he had to say. He grimaced as they did this, as they weren't very gentle as they moved about. "How about ve take Quicksilfer to a change of fenue? Ze alley perhaps?" he whispered softly, hoping that the speedster didn't catch on. There was an alley near by right? There usually was with buildings like these.
The imps seemed to like the idea as they chattered excitedly with impish grins. Three jumped off Kurt and hopped towards the silver haired mutant, spitting away at him while the larger blue elf got his own spit bath from the remaining two. He really didn't like that. But before he could complain again, the ringing sound of bamf rang in his ears as he felt the porting sensation again. In the next instant, he and the two mini hims where indeed in the alley right by the building. Hopefully with Pietro close behind.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 7, 2014 15:50:23 GMT -5
Before he even spoke Pietro watched the scene play out, he watched the little blue demons run around crying out the two words Pietro could only assume they knew, how it was not just the little creatures causing problems, the workers were moving trying to grab things as well, shouts and screams were mixed in with the other noises. And Kurt, oh how he tried to catch them and keep them all together. He crossed his arm over his chest as he watched, he was unsure how to react, one Kurt was alive, but who really stays dead these days, two was the whole thing could have been a comedy sketch.
Pietro made himself known by talking; it seemed Kurt was just confused as he was. Codename for Codename, in a familiar accent at that, his father still had a hint of the same accent, Pietro and Wanda had their own, but years in America had caused it to fade.
Standing still long was never Pietro’s strong skill, he began fidgeting where he stood as Kurt asked his questions, he opened his mouth to answer but quickly shut it at the mention of his father, his father was always a sore spot, and he thought everyone knew that since M-Day happened. Even though his eyes narrowed on Kurt his anger was not with the blue elf so he decided to answer anyway. “I heard screaming and as my duty as an Avenger to check it out with what happened moments ago.” He moved more into the room “as for my Father, I have no idea what he is up to, as for you, I am at a loss there as well.”
He helped a woman who was having trouble with one of the bamfs, the little creatures were quick, but Quicksilver was faster. He held the blue creature by the tail and looked it over, it repeated the same world over and over, Pietro took from its tone to be offended, even more when he was bitten and the small creature ran to Kurt. “Who else is there to look at?” He did not look like amused. But what Kurt said did catch his attention, so the teleported was trapped as well? Pietro felt an odd sinking feeling over that bit of news.
The chaos seemed to quit down as the Bamfs returned to Kurt, he was tempted to take off but to where, to see who. The whole thing hand thrown him off, the only idea he had was find the Avengers one of them super scientist should know what happened, or even Doctor strange if it was magic. There was a darker suspicion in the back of Pietro’s mind, one he felt a little guilty over, what if it was Wanda? He was ready to take off when he turned to face Kurt ready to tell him to take off find one of X-Men when one of the blue creatures lunged at him, Pietro moved, his reaction quick, but there was many of them and one caught him.
Teleporting was not fun, not at all, he was disoriented and a little queasy. He reached out for a wall to help hold himself up as he cursed. “You could have asked!” His eyes narrowed and he glared at Kurt.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 8, 2014 10:56:24 GMT -5
Indeed shortly after his arrival into the ally, with the two little blue imps resting on his shoulders, Pietro arrived with a loud bamf! and a cloud of smoke. The quickster appeared disorientated, which was normal for anyone not used to teleporting (ie anyone not Kurt), and as he braced himself against the wall while looking sick to his stomach, the blue elf couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't exactly Christian like of him to be enjoying the other's suffering as he did. But from all the hassle the other put him and the other X-Men through, he felt a little justified in a moment of satisfaction.
At the other's statement of needed to just ask, Kurt simply offered a shrug as he grinned impishly -much like the little look-a-likes that surrounded him- causing pearly white fangs to stick out over his bottom lip as glowing eyes gleamed with amusement. "I couldn't be certain you'd villingly go. You are kind of a ruck." he stated, his tail swishing behind him in a similar manner of a cat.
"Whiskey!" Glowing eyes flickered towards the little imps as they played around at his feet, like impatient children trying to entertain themselves. A couple even ran towards a dumpster further into the ally and investigate it. Kurt made sure to keep part of his attention on them as he looked back at Pietro. He needed answers, and the speedster was the only one who could supply them at the moment. Thinking back to what the silver haired mutant stated earlier, he figured he would start there.
"Vhat are ze Afengers?" The angry man inside and muttered something about it and the other himself claimed to be one. As well as it being his duty to answer a cry of help. Where the brotherhood attempting to be good guys again? Maybe actually being legitimate good guys instead of causing the accidents they saved people from? Sounds as likely as a Kitty able to cook something edible. There was a slight chance of it being that. A very slight itty bitty teeny weeny size of a chance. Kurt certainly wouldn't believe it until he saw it.
Bu back to the matter at hand, the other claimed to have no idea as to why he was there nor what his father was up to. Which in hindsight made sense. From what Kurt could recall, Magneto didn't keep his children in the loop of things. It seemed more like they were nothing but pawns to him, even after the whole Apocalypse thing was over. But still... "Forgife me if I don't entirely beleife you. I go from porting towards ze burger place in Bayfille for breakfast, to being on ze Statue of Liberty. At night! Vhere I find zese guys-" A three fingered hand gestured towards the little imps as they began tossing out various items they liked out of the dumpster. "vho look just like me und zen! Zen I find you." When it all is brought out to light like that, one couldn't really blame him for being suspicious.
And maybe he was also a little bit on the grouchy side. He was starving! All I wanted. was to get a Gut Bomber or three. Was that too much to ask? Even now his stomach was gnawing at him and occasionally growling with protest. One of the little imps, the one that managed to keep the whiskey bottle to itself and away from the others, seemed as if to sense his discomfort and held up the bottle.
"Whiskey!" It was a sweet gesture, sort of, but Kurt merely shook his head and smiled down at the little thing. So they could be nice if they wanted to. That was reassuring.
"Vhiskey on an empty stomach is not good mein freund." he stated simply before watching as the little guy -he assumed they were male- take a swig of the bottle before joining the others at the dumpster.
"Bamf! Bamf!"
Focusing back at Pietro, another thought occurred to him. One that was bugging him immensely. "Vhy do you look like that Pietro?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with a curious gaze. Not that one could really tell perhaps with his glowing eyes. But still. The other did look much older than when he last saw him, which was not that long ago when Kurt recalled. He looked as if he grew a couple more inches, developed more muscle, and his face- "You look... older..." The blue fuzzy elf trailed of as he spoke, apprehension growing in him as the words came out. Pietro had always been a bit vain... the speedster could easily take offense to his words.
And a pissy Pietro was never fun. "Ich hoffe, die Professor wird überprüft, wo ich weg war zu schnell und dann jemanden für mich." he muttered, just wanting the nightmare to end. Or at least get some food. That was very high on the list of things he wanted. "Ich wollte nur ein Burger!" Sometimes life just wasn't fair.
"Bamf!"
The little imps returned to him, or rather were chasing the one with the whiskey. Sighing at the antics of them all, Kurt found himself wrapping his tail around the bottle before lifting it out of the one imp's hands. "You all need to get along! If you can't learn to share zen no vhiskey for anyvne." he stated with a huff. It was strange to say something so parental -minus the fact that the conversation involved alcohol- but he felt it needed to be done. The look-a-likes seemed displeased at the turn of events and leaped onto him in the hopes to get the whiskey. But he kept his tail stretched out and and high enough to prevent their getting to it. If one tried to leap off him towards it, he simply moved his tail to the side.
As this was going on, he looked back to the silver-haired mutant. "So... vhat brings you to New York City?" If Pietro truly had nothing to do with him being there, then why was the speedster even doing in the city?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 17, 2014 2:31:02 GMT -5
It was more than just narrowed eyes at Kurt, it was a glair, Pietro was never one to feel sick, he was never one to show these moments of weakness and it happened twice in one day. He straightened up and looked over his costume, they were still scuff marks on it, torn spots, he could not even remember the last time he hit the ground that hard before, he would need to talk to Snow about the suit. “Kind of a ruck?” He raised an eye brow at Kurt the glare gone. “I know I have had my moments in the past that has well, made many of my actions questionable, but never have I given the X-Men a reason not to believe me when it comes to matter like these.” He was generally confused over how Kurt was acting, sure Pietro was not well liked but sure he had gained enough trust to meet someplace.
Blue eyes watched the small creatures explore the ally way, he then looked to Kurt, he still had no idea what those things were but they seemed harmless enough. Now that the chaos was gone he really looked at Kurt, he was younger, and did death really have that effect? He rose an eyebrow at the question, “You don’t know? How do you not know, were you hit on the head, everyone knows, Captain America, Ms Marvel, my sister and I, a large group of beings saving the world from this and that, even Logan is on the team.” His words came out of his mouth fast, they always did, but he still made sure they were slow enough for other people to hear.
None of this made sense, he was really going to have to find someone with answers. “I have no reason to lie over this Kurt, I have less of a clue about those things or about you, last I checked you had died.” He didn’t mean for it to come out harsh, most of what he said often was harsh sounding or sarcastic he found it hard to tone that down, even on these subjects. He had died for Hope, the Avengers started a war with the X-Men over hope and Pietro had picked the side of his team over the side of his people.
He looked away from Kurt out to the mouth of the ally at the people walking by. He had started it, all of it, M-Day was his fault and even though Hope had repowered the mutants, he still felt like he was paying for it. His attention was drawn back to Kurt when he mutant began to talk to him once more. “New costume comes with worki-“ he cut off mid word when he mentioned older. “Well people age.” The harshness was back, but he really could not complain, he had aged fast than he should have. He was going to say more but Kurt was talking to himself. He frowned it was starting to click into place; this Kurt was unaware of everything that had happened. “The Professor isn’t coming, he, is gone.” He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer to Kurt, Pietro was very unsure of his motions, not sure what to say or how to stand. The Professor, he was something else to Pietro, where his father was cruel and cold Charles was not, he felt the same remorse Wanda did for the death of that man.
But how did he explain that Charles was dead, that the very leader, the very person Charles saw as a son was the one to kill him. “I live here.” Was all he said before he closed his eyes and took a step from Kurt. “One second,” in a second he was gone, running off, and in a second he was back holding a hotdog out to Kurt. Hunger was something Pietro understood, he ate frequently, he also understood others powers and the toll they could take, also helped that Kurt mentioned a burger. “There is a lot you need to be told, I can only answer what I can the rest we need to find someone else to answer, but Charles is not going to find you, he isn’t going to be helping anyone, Kurt, Charles is dead.” That was all he could say on the matter, he would wait and let it sink in before he told the other everything else he was unaware of.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Apr 30, 2014 19:17:12 GMT -5
The glare he received from the other was one that many would find very intimidating, Kurt himself felt it a bit. But the knowledge that he and his team beat the speedster and the rest of the brotherhood more times than the other way around allowed him to not be as effected by it. And any effects that were still left over were gone as soon as the silver-haired man looked down at his costume in all its scruffs and tears. What happened to him anyways? he wondered, knowing that even in many fights against the x-men hadn't left the quickster's costume to get so battle damaged.
Upon the other's dislike at being called a ruck, and even claiming not never have done something to get the X-Men not to trust him over those matters despite 'moments' of 'questionable' actions. Glowing eyes, that shown brightly in the darkness of the alley, blinked at the other in bewilderment as his face gave off a dumb-stuck appearance. Was he kidding? He was kidding right?
"I can zink of seferal zat state ozervise." he muttered, his tail swishing a little in irritation. A sigh soon escaped his lips as a three fingered hand rubbed at his shoulder. Maybe he was being a little too hard, Pietro -as irritating as it was- was the only familiar face Kurt had in this strange set of circumstances. Kurt had no idea how he got there and with so many unanswered questions, it didn't do to get on badly with the onyl company he had.
"Whiskey!"
Beside his peculiar look a likes that was. Opening his mouth to apologize, his good and forgiving nature telling him to do so, he didn't manage to get a word in before the other expressed his shock that the fuzzy blue elf had no clue as to who the avengers where. "I vas not!" he snapped, feeling his fur bristle a little as he huffed. However, his grumpiness at being accused of brain damage was repalced with shock as he heard the name of a man he had only heard about once. From a story Logan had told him of his days in the second world war. But the Captain was on ice, untilt hey found a cure to the illness the experiment gave him.
His shock and confusion only grew at the unfamiliar name of one person followed shortly by the fact that both Pietro and Wanda were on this team. All to help save the world. So it is like that one time the Brotherhood tried being the good guys. he thought as he continued to dumbly blink at the other. Until he heard Logan's name among those a part of it. "Now I know you're making zing's up." he said, placing his hands onto his hips. "Herr Logan vould have mentioned somezing like zat."
Kurt was confident the gruff teacher would have. The man was one to keep others out of his personal business sure, but he and Kurt had bounded during the German's stay at the mansion. Kurt was pretty sure, even more so now that he wasn't a student himself anymore, that the two had a friendship. Logan certainly didn't tell the story of Captain America to many people.
But Pietro seemed determined to inform Kurt that everything he was saying was the truth. After all, why indeed would he lie about any of that kind of stuff. But it just didn't make any sense to Kurt. How did he get to New York City, and at night for that matter? How could Pietro be a part of some big superhero team out to save the world with a man that was frozen to be kept alive and Logan who never once mentioned being a part of such a team?
"last I checked you had died.”
Kurt felt his body freeze as his brow creased in confusion. "Was?" Dead? How on earth could Pietro have ever come to that conclusion. There hadn't been any big battle for a while now. Kurt couldn't recall the last time he got seriously injured either. "Vhy on earth did you zink I vas dead?" he asked in bewilderment, his hand unconsciously touching at his neck to feel a pulse. Yeah, he was still very much alive.
So confused and wrapped in the fact that the other thought he was dead, which in hindsight explained Pietro's initial reaction to seeing him, that he hardly noticed the suddenly harshness sin tone when the other explained how people aged. "I'm not an idiot." was all he said at first, shaking his head to try and bring focus away from the dead comment. "It's just, you look older zen you did two veeks ago." Not much older sure, but instead of a young adult of one who just got out of high school he looked more of mid-twenties.
"Bamf! Bamf!" The little imps continued to climb all over Kurt in an attempt to get to the whiskey bottle he held firmly with his tail, seemingly unaware of the situation at hand and the growing confusion filling up inside Kurt. He absent-mindly grabbed one of them and plopped them down onto the ground as a frown formed onto his face. A frown that only grew when Pietro claimed that the Professor was gone.
"Gone? Vhat do you mean?" Apprehension filled Kurt as the speedster moved in closer to him. He didn't like the look on Pietro's face. The look of someone who seemed unsure of what to say, who looked like they lost something important. He didn't like it one bit. Even more so as Pietro avoided the subject for a moment to state he was living in the bustling city now. When did that happen?
Well obviously sometim since the last Kurt had seen of the speedster. But still, it was a little strange that he up and moved to New York City. Was it for school? Out of boredom? And why was he focusing on this instead of the fate of Professor Xavier? befoer Kurt could open his mouth and demand answers once more, Pietro sped away for an instant before returning with a hotdog. As it was offered to him, Kurt blinked before taking it. "Um... zanks." he said, a mix of relief and awkwardness sin his voice. He never thought he'd thank Pietro for something one day.
With a reminding rumble of his stomach, Kurt was quick to bite into the hotdog, swallowing the much needed substance that his body demanded. He ate quickly, listening as the other spoke again about how there was apparently much kurt needed to know. You got that right. he thought, taking his last bite of hotdog.
"but Charles is not going to find you, he isn’t going to be helping anyone, Kurt, Charles is dead.”
Kurt felt himself nearly choke on his last bite, forcing himself to swallow before covering his mouth as he coughed fiercely. His entire body froze as his heart felt like it stopped, the fuzzy mutant starring in utter disbelief at the news he had been given. "N-nein." he muttered, distress filling him up. How was that possible? He just saw the man the night before at dinner.
"Z-zat can't- he vas just- I saw him-" Panic was filling him, Kurt could feel it. His tail loosened its grip on the whiskey bottle, nearly dropping it if not for one of the little imps catching it and chirping out in victory. But Kurt paid no attention to that. His mind only focused on the repeated sentence over and over again. Charles was dead. Dead.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 4, 2014 0:44:58 GMT -5
As far as things Pietro has done, he did feel like he was on the straight and narrow path since his issues with the mist. He had helped the Mighty Avengers, yes for selfish reasons as finding Wanda, but he was still keeping out of trouble. Even when he sided with the Avengers over his own race he still kept out of it other than an altercation with his father. Following that he was at the Academy teaching students, and then it was X-Factor, another superhero team off to save people from being test subjects. Nothing he could think off that would cause the X-Men, even Kurt to second guess him, but he did give Kurt an odd look when he said he could mention several.
He rolled his eyes, “Something must have happened,” he said, what Logan told the Blue Elf was none of his business, but he was confused about how he did not know who the Avengers were, or that he was making any of this up, he wasn’t much of a liar, unless it was for his own gain. The white haired man rose a brow, “because you did die?” he didn’t get it, he understood less of what Kurt was going on about when he said they saw each other only a few weeks ago. It was more than a few weeks, it was a few years, and yah he changed, a lot had happened.
It clicked, right then, Kurt didn’t know about the Avengers, the distrust Kurt had for him, the fact he did not understand he died, the fact he was younger than he should be. He should have caught on quicker, he was smarter than that, but this Kurt was not the same Kurt, Pietro knew. He had seen alternate dimensions; he saw Prim’s mini ones, hell he helped create one. He could have smacked his forehead right there.
But that didn’t make any of this easier, in fact it made everything harder; M-Day, the depowering of mutants and Hope. Not only those events but Pietro did not know how different this other dimension was, was there a phoenix force? But he could not stop, he could no task questions, he saw the look on Kurt’s face, Charles meant a lot to many people, he was everything Magneto was not, and he could see Kurt was not going to take this well.
Comfort was not his strong suit, he often had troubles comforting Wanda, but at least she understood him, his actions, but standing here with Kurt, he was awkward, he didn’t know what to do so words fell out of his mouth. “Scott killed him, he had the Phoenix force, it consumed him and he killed Charles, my father was there when it happened, Logan and Storm too, there were others, Carol, Captain America, Hope…” He trailed off, nervous habits of the man starting to show, he became fidgety, much like the younger version Kurt knew. “They…had/a/funeral/at/Logan’s/school.” His words began to mash together and he was looking at anything but Kurt.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on May 11, 2014 0:11:03 GMT -5
Kurt wasn't sure how much more he could take of this confusion, of this uncertainty of anything. Everything being told to him either didn't make sense or sounded beyond ridiculous, and yet the voice that spoke them sounded so sure it was the truth and bewildered that Kurt didn't already know. It was driving him nuts! I don't get it! And if that wasn't the understatement of the century? He still couldn't wrap around his head that the other thought he died, was so sure he died. His response even was because he died that the other thought him dead!
"Yeah, vell I'm not dead." he sated simply, his tail swishing back and forth in the darkness of the alley. But that was the least of his worries. No, what deserved more of his attention was the pain-staking heart-piercing knowledge that Professor Charles Xavier, the very man who saved Kurt's live in more ways than one, was dead. How can you know for sure? Was the thought of denial than rang in the back of his mind. Just a moment ago Pietro thought you were dead, for some odd reason. He could be mistaken about the Professor too. Kurt wanted to believe that was true, wanted to hold onto that belief rather than face the utter sorrow that threatened to take hold of him.
Oh how he wanted to.
But Pietro, no matter how much of a jerk he was to Kurt and the other X-men; no matter how much he wasn't one to really be trusted, was not one to lie about something like that. There were lines that just weren't crossed, and even Pietro knew that. Respected that. So for Kurt, as horrible and painful as it was, could only accept that that was true. But it only brought up further questions. Questions he was scared of asking, afraid his heart would tear up even more than it was. And Pietro was looking at him like he finally figured out where the puzzle piece went -it certainly felt like their conversation was one big incomplete puzzle- but wished he didn't.
And wasn't that frustrating?
Kurt wanted to snap out a what, wanted to demand answers, but he couldn't speak. He just felt too much hurt inside. Like everything around him was breaking apart and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. It was a hundred times worse than when he thought Mystique was dead. It can possibly get worse.
" Scott killed him,"
Oh how he was wrong.
Glowing eyes widened, shining bright in the dark alley, as Kurt felt like time froze. "W-was?" No, that couldn't be right. He had to have heard wrong. Scott would never kill the Professor. Scott looked up to him, they all did. True the brunette at one time betrayed them when Magneto offered up the chance to have control over his powers, but he didn't know any better that time. He didn't know who Magneto really was or what his plans were. Professor Xavier had never told them about it.
But this? No, this was impossible. Kurt didn't know what this 'Phoenix Force' was, but there was no way Scott could have killed their beloved mentor. There was nothing on Earth that could have made him do that! "Nein!" The blue elf wanted to yell out his protest, his denial. But instead it came out pained and heartbroken. Pietro continued speaking, listening names of people who had been there when it happened.
But he was hardly listening. "Nein, nein! I saw him last night! Eferyzing had been fine. Eferyzing was fine vhen I left the institute zis morning! How- how could ze Professor be-" He couldn't say it. Refused to say it. It hurt too much. "Und Scott- Scott vould nefer-" Unaware of what he was even doing, Kurt's hands wrapped themselves around him, as if trying to bring some reassurance- some kind of safety to hold onto and be anchored on. His tail even wrapped itself around his waist as the fuzzy blue mutant tried to keep himself from crumbling to the ground.
And then that denial, that refusal to accept such pain inducing knowledge as truth, began to turn into anger. "Scott vouldn't do zat." His voice was more determined as he spoke it, the tone boarding the anger he felt inside that the speedster even said otherwise. He could accept some things, he could acknowledge the world shattering news of the professor being dead. But he couldn't accept that Scott, who was like a big brother to the fuzzy mutant, was the one to end the paralyzed man's life. He just couldn't.
And he also couldn't quite understand the last of what Pietro said. The speedster had been speaking faster at this point, probably from nerves by the way he kept fidgeting and refusing to look at him. Another sign of how this was most likely truth, even if Kurt refused to believe it. All Kurt could catch from the words were funeral, Logan, and school. But the little look-a-likes appeared to understand a little better as suddenly they were swarming again while crying out.
"Bamf! Bamf!"
"Bamf!"
"Whiskey!"
"Bamf! Bamf! Whiskey!"
Once again they were talking about wanting to go back to the school, and how they couldn't, leaving Kurt to be confused once more. He knew he never saw them at the institute. So what school were they talking about? "Vhat school are you all talking about? It can't be ze Institute." He probably shouldn't even be focusing on them. Shouldn't let himself get distracted by the devastating news. But he wanted to. He wanted to be distracted. Wanted to have his mind be taken away from the information he never wanted to hear and the emotions he had never wanted to deal with again.
"Whiskey!"
And with that, Kurt found himself very bewildered. A school of mutants, that wasn't the institute, that was run by both Logan and Kitty. "Bamf! Bamf!" And the little guys all seemed to very much love Kitty. A lot.
I'm not sure I want to dwell on that. he thought, planning to store that information away and forget all about it. Forever. "I'm pretty sure Kitty is too young to be running a school." he said instead, knowing very well she was in her last year of high school. hat was too young to even be a teacher, let alone a principle or whatever it was called for this school. A school he never heard about. Just like everything else it seems. he thought almost bitterly.
Golden eyes returned to look at the clearly uncomfortable speedster, his expression an open book of all the emotions whirling inside of him. "I'm clearly missing somezing." It wasn't a question, no it was a clear statement. All of the questions in his mind, the answers that only gave him more. The shocking news of Professor Xaviers... passing.... Kurt was clearly out of the loop of what was going on. After all, he was clearly missing time between leaving Bayville and entering NYC
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 25, 2014 14:31:17 GMT -5
He didn’t say anything for a while, how could he, he dumped a whole bunch of information on Kurt with little to know explanation. Kurt went off, about how things were before this all happened that back where Kurt was from the Professor was alive and Scott did not have his break down. There used to be a time when all that was true, and a part of Pietro wanted to question the other about where he had come from, but those kind of questions needed to wait. He let Kurt talk to him, deny what he said, that where he was from everything was good, he let Kurt get distracted by the little fuzzy creatures as they talked to him, seeming to understand what they were saying before he spoke once more, trying to explain what he just found out. Pietro leaned on the wall looking at his shoes. “You should have run into someone else, someone better at this than I.” He frowned a little, even a mind reader would have trouble trying to understand the Speedster’s thoughts on a normal day, right now they seemed to fly even more. He looked at the bamfs, he could see them move, inch by inch, the world often just seemed to stand still, he could have said everything, he could have started at the beginning, about Hope, about M day, about how he wasn’t the Quicksilver Kurt knew, but probably very close, he could have said that this was not his home, not his Professor, not his Scott, least not anymore. It would have taken a fraction of time, but that isn’t how things work, he needed to slow down, he needed to get some of the thoughts out, but as soon as he said one thing his mind was hundred things down the list. He took a slow deep breath, he brought a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, but the motions to Kurt were a blur. “This isn’t your home.” He started at the start, his mind repeating the same thing over and over at a madding rate. “This isn’t your home, this isn’t your New York, not your Professor, not your Scott, not your Logan, Kitty or Quicksilver.” His words blurred slightly as he spoke. “Least not fully, you come from a different reality, maybe we were like that, the way you know, long time ago I was on the Brotherhood, long ago I thought Erik was helping Wanda and I, a man coming to save us from the people that hunt our kind, the people who killed our adoptive parents, we did things that were wrong, but we are not bad. Scott, long time ago Scott would have never wanted to hurt anyone, but he lost Jean too many times, he saw our race destroyed by my selfish reasons, for years there were no new mutants, not till Hope. She was the messiah, the avatar for the Phoenix, our Kurt died to save her. Things contented as they were, but the Phoenix Force, it came back, it wasn’t done with the earth, it took Jean from Scott, and it was coming for Hope. The Avengers attacked, they wanted to remove Hope, to keep the Phoenix Force at bay, that thing killed as much as it created, and it started a war, friends against friends. It split its self between Scott, Emma Frost, Namor, Piotr and Illyana. Scott was consumed in the end, driven to madness and he killed the Professor, Hope restored the mutations that lost their powers and to those who would have developed their power undoing what Wanda and I had caused, they then destroyed the Phoenix Force.” Pietro finished the long talk, his story explaining what he could, what he was there for. It took a lot out of him, to tell the tale, to slow down each word, to keep his brain on track with his words. Last time he felt that slow was when he had no powers; he did not like that feeling. He ran a hand though his hair as he looked up from the ground and at Kurt. “So you can see, this can’t be your place, your friends, because if it was you would have known.” He did not like to relive the past, to relive his guilt, to remember how those who he called his friends were willing to kill Wanda. |
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Jul 12, 2014 20:31:41 GMT -5
Despair was filling up inside of Kurt, even with the distracting of the little look-a-likes. And who could blame him? In the course of what seemed like minutes, he went from his home and everything being fine to being miles away and the knowledge that the man who saved him was dead! Add it to the fact that he was beyond confused and felt like something was missing, he was pretty much a breakdown waiting to happen.
“You should have run into someone else, someone better at this than I.”
Understatement of the year. Kurt found himself thinking, letting out a disgruntled snort as he tried to wrap his mind around everything. Pietro was indeed the wrong person for all this. He was not what one would call 'sensitive' nor a the kind of guy to know what to say to help make the hurt go away. He was just blunt, brutally so, and said whatever came to mind with hardly any filters. If he had them to begin with.
“This isn’t your home.”
Glowing eyes blinked and the fuzzy-blue teleporter opened his mouth to speak, to state quite clearly he was aware that he wasn't home. But the silver-haired speedster kept talking, quickly at that. Kurt had trouble keeping up, getting mostly the not yours part and picking up some of the other words. But it only proved to confuse him more. What does he mean not my... any of those things? Pietro kept on talking, dumping more and more information as he explained how things were a long time ago, how things used to be until whatever happened happened. About some messiah named Hope. How- how he died saving her. but he wasn't dead, nor did he know of a girl named hope.
And it was only then did the words different reality finally sunk into his brain. No no no no. Not again. The last time he dealt with different or alternate reality's, it was when Forge was messing with his teleporting and made him realize just where it was he went to. And with it unleashing those demonic dinosaurs. He did not want to go through that again. he didn't want to be in some different reality. Especially not this one. Where something called the Phoenix Force was a deadly thing that destroyed so many lives, taking away Jean and left Scott to go mad. The Professor to die. How could such a thing come to be? What created this deadly force? There were so many questions. Questions he wasn't even sure he wanted the answer to.
As he took it all in, Pietro stopped talking. Perhaps finally taking in air from his non-stop speaking. he thought briefly, trying to joke to himself in an attempt to light the situation. It helped a little. But not much. Then the other finished off how it couldn't possibly be Kurt's place, rationalizing how he would have known otherwise, and the blue mutant rubbed his face with his hand. I- I don't even know where to start. No, that wasn't true. He did know where to start. "How did I get here?" He hadn't been allowing Forge to experiment on him. he wasn't caught in some lab explosion or messed with weird technology. He had just been porting his way to breakfast.
"How do I get home?" Because now more than ever, he wanted to return. Wanted to go back to where things were normal. Where Professor Xavier and Jean were alive, Scott wasn't crazy, and mutants didn't suddenly become endangered species thanks to Pietro and Wanda.
"Whiskey!"
The mini-hims began to climb up on him again, petting at his face and hair as they tried to comfort him. Even asking him not to leave.
"Bamf!"
Did that one just call him Brother? "Are you telling me ve're related!?" he asked, his eyes widening as he grabbed one of... his siblings... and holding the little guy up to his face.
"Whiskey!"
Well now. He certainly could use some whiskey himself at that confirmation. "Please tell me Mystique is not your mother."
"Bamf! Bamf!"
"Oh zank all zat is holy." He wasn't sure how he could handle knowing his biological mother had had another child. So then... they were related through his unknown father? The man... certainly had gotten busy. So many questions. And my head is hurting. One issue at a time. He just needed to take it one issue at a time.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 19, 2014 0:53:09 GMT -5
Pietro felt heavy, it had been a long time since he let these things set in, he was always on the move, running from his past, everyone’s past, the mistakes that were made no matter who’s they were. He only kept looking forward. He stopped slowing down, he left himself have a moment to keep up with himself. He ran his hand though his hair at lighting fast speeds, he took in a deep breath and just thought everything over, it wasn’t till Kurt spoke that he slowed, he stopped fidgeting to let the other mutant know he was paying attention. A frown set on Pietro’s face, an expression he wore often and he looked at the sky. “I don’t know, I really don't know, all i know is we can't leave” He looked back to Kurt.
Kurt’s attention was taken from Pietro to the little blue demons; he raised a brow at the interaction. He could not help but laugh a little at the mention of Mystique. “Your mother may not have the best reputation when it comes to men, but I would have remembered if she had a group of mini nightcrawlers running around.” He didn’t mean disrespect when he said that, the truth was Mystique was a wild card, and there was a part of him that was pretty sure she slept with his own father. But when it came to parents Pietro had no right to judge others.
“So then, this has been fun, but I am not sure what else can be done, but since this isn’t your home, you might want to stop by the avengers tower, if you talk with Steve I am sure he can arrange a place for you to stay.” After everything Pietro had dropped on Kurt the least he could do was try and help the teen out with some sort of living arrangements, he disliked seeing homeless mutants. He fidgeted where he stood, shifting from foot to foot, fingers tapping his leg as if he knew the piano; he ran his hand though his hair once more. “If you need help, the Avengers, they are the best target, you got super soldiers, spies, scientist with anger issues, and I don’t mean Banner.” He joked on the last part though Kurt may not even understand the reference.
Pietro took a few steps towards the entrance of the ally way, not speeding off just yet. He paused then looked back at Kurt. “Anything else before I go?”
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