Kurt Wagner // Nightcrawler (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thearena2015-05-31 07:07 pm
middleversed) wrote in thearena2015-05-31 07:07 pm
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[Open] Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway
Who | Kurt and you
What | A frightened and off-balance teleporting blue fuzzy dude gets his bearings
Where | Around the village
When | First week
Warnings/Notes | Nada. Will update as needed
At first it seems like a particularly intricate Danger Room session. Kurt had been asleep in bed at the Institute and then the next moment he's being hustled into some kind of plastic tube and being told he has to fight in a death match. This wouldn't be the first time Professor X had gone all out with the Danger Room's holographic projectors, or that Mister Logan woke all the X-Men up at some ungodly hour for his brand of training, but just after they'd saved the world and deserved some rest? And he doesn't feel the tell tale buzz of energy from the projections that usually makes his fur stand on end, nor does he recognize anyone from the Institute here. Except... there's Pietro? Is Magneto at it again so soon?
Unfortunately, Kurt doesn't have any time to figure it out. There's a trumpeted fanfare seemingly from nowhere and suddenly everyone's in motion, everyone running for the large horn of weapons and backpacks straight ahead or instead in the opposite direction. Judging by the looks on these people's faces, Kurt decides that in this case discretion is the better part of valor, or whatever the saying was from history class. He can't remember with the carnage that suddenly is set in motion before him. He may be a trained X-Man, but no one ever mentioned savagery on this level.
With a quick look behind him, Kurt disappears in a puff of smoke from his pedestal with a bamf! and reappears several yards away into the mass of thatched buildings that make up the village. Two more bamfs and Kurt's found himself inside a barn. It was a gamble considering he couldn't see inside before the teleported, but it was one he was willing to take given the state of murder and mayhem outside. Finding it pungent but empty, Kurt stops to catch his breath.
Or try, anyway. He's breathing too hard, his heartbeat is too quick and he can't slow it down because if he's honest he's terrified. He's had training, he's seen fighting, he's gone up against some of the most powerful mutants alive, but it was never like this. Even Apocalypse wasn't like this, despite all the harm he'd set out to do. No one ever died in their altercations with the Brotherhood or the Acolytes or anyone else. They knew they could have, but it had always stopped just short.
He feels sick and shaky, his hands trembling as he finally lowers them from his mouth and attempts to stake stock of the barn with eyes that won't really focus and a brain that won't stop repeating the images of flying blood and sounds of screaming. Because of this, it takes him several minutes to notice the flame of light floating above his head and the moment he does he goes into a panic again, teleporting to different corners of the building in a frenzy to try and outrun it or make it disappear but to no avail. The beacon stays and with the beam of light from it passing through the thatch, it seems it'll give away his position to space, let alone everyone out there with weapons and bloodthirst.
One more frantic teleport and the next thing Kurt knows, the roof is falling down and on his head. With a hoarse yelp he barely manages to avoid it with a dive to the side, tucking into a roll that takes him through the door and out into the dirt street as the entire barn rattles and comes down in a cloud of musty hay and wood.
And still the beacon remains, floating over the flabbergasted mutant's head like a crown of stupidity, grown even brighter since he'd started trying to escape it.
So much for hiding.
What | A frightened and off-balance teleporting blue fuzzy dude gets his bearings
Where | Around the village
When | First week
Warnings/Notes | Nada. Will update as needed
At first it seems like a particularly intricate Danger Room session. Kurt had been asleep in bed at the Institute and then the next moment he's being hustled into some kind of plastic tube and being told he has to fight in a death match. This wouldn't be the first time Professor X had gone all out with the Danger Room's holographic projectors, or that Mister Logan woke all the X-Men up at some ungodly hour for his brand of training, but just after they'd saved the world and deserved some rest? And he doesn't feel the tell tale buzz of energy from the projections that usually makes his fur stand on end, nor does he recognize anyone from the Institute here. Except... there's Pietro? Is Magneto at it again so soon?
Unfortunately, Kurt doesn't have any time to figure it out. There's a trumpeted fanfare seemingly from nowhere and suddenly everyone's in motion, everyone running for the large horn of weapons and backpacks straight ahead or instead in the opposite direction. Judging by the looks on these people's faces, Kurt decides that in this case discretion is the better part of valor, or whatever the saying was from history class. He can't remember with the carnage that suddenly is set in motion before him. He may be a trained X-Man, but no one ever mentioned savagery on this level.
With a quick look behind him, Kurt disappears in a puff of smoke from his pedestal with a bamf! and reappears several yards away into the mass of thatched buildings that make up the village. Two more bamfs and Kurt's found himself inside a barn. It was a gamble considering he couldn't see inside before the teleported, but it was one he was willing to take given the state of murder and mayhem outside. Finding it pungent but empty, Kurt stops to catch his breath.
Or try, anyway. He's breathing too hard, his heartbeat is too quick and he can't slow it down because if he's honest he's terrified. He's had training, he's seen fighting, he's gone up against some of the most powerful mutants alive, but it was never like this. Even Apocalypse wasn't like this, despite all the harm he'd set out to do. No one ever died in their altercations with the Brotherhood or the Acolytes or anyone else. They knew they could have, but it had always stopped just short.
He feels sick and shaky, his hands trembling as he finally lowers them from his mouth and attempts to stake stock of the barn with eyes that won't really focus and a brain that won't stop repeating the images of flying blood and sounds of screaming. Because of this, it takes him several minutes to notice the flame of light floating above his head and the moment he does he goes into a panic again, teleporting to different corners of the building in a frenzy to try and outrun it or make it disappear but to no avail. The beacon stays and with the beam of light from it passing through the thatch, it seems it'll give away his position to space, let alone everyone out there with weapons and bloodthirst.
One more frantic teleport and the next thing Kurt knows, the roof is falling down and on his head. With a hoarse yelp he barely manages to avoid it with a dive to the side, tucking into a roll that takes him through the door and out into the dirt street as the entire barn rattles and comes down in a cloud of musty hay and wood.
And still the beacon remains, floating over the flabbergasted mutant's head like a crown of stupidity, grown even brighter since he'd started trying to escape it.
So much for hiding.