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| Topic Started: May 17 2011, 08:40 PM (436 Views) | |
| Mystique | May 17 2011, 08:40 PM Post #1 |
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May 14th Early Afternoon She'd been following him on his day out, the amount of forms she'd taken to remain inconspicuous already in the dozens. He'd taken a stop now, however, for whatever reason, and vanished indoors, into a shop. Mystique, in the form of some random passerby, ducked out of site, her form warping and shifting to that of the woman Kurt had met in New York not more than a few months ago, her skin shifting hue to violet and the short hair of the man she'd been posing as dropping low and bleeding from a brown hue to blonde tresses as the gray of his eyes shifted to the green of Amelia's. She stood there for a moment, lost to the crowd and stalking the storefront with a glare as her casual business clothes molded themselves into something more befitting of the part she chose to play. It had been difficult, balancing her assignment from Magneto while simultaneously trying to keep an eye trained on her son at all times, but she managed. She did not worry for his safety knowing that Erik had sent men to protect him, though she knew even moreso that bad luck would be the word of the day for anyone who would try to attack Nightcrawler; the mutant, her boy, could handle himself in a fight, be it from range or in close quarters. She worked herself up now, fine tuning the façade, recalling details as only she she could, accents, backstory, speech patterns and body languages. Within seconds Mystique was not herself but Amelia, the Bavarian woman from Nuremberg, who'd first lost her home, then father, then mother before that fateful night in January convinced her to look to Sanctuary for a new life. Quietly muttering to herself until her voice was perfect, she looked up to see Kurt coming from the shop. She started with a brief shout. "Kurt? Kurt Wagner?" She hustled towards him and his guardsmen, one standing in front of her. On a normal day, she would have responded to his putting hands on her by putting hers on him, a situation that would likely end up with him on the ground. "Kurt, mein freund!" she said passed the bodyguard. "Let me through, I know this man, he's my friend." She shot a furrowed brow and a green eyed glare at the man who'd stopped her. Amelia was confused, Mystique however was enthused, undectable though that enthusiasm was, that the men were doing their jobs. |
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| Nightcrawler | May 18 2011, 03:45 PM Post #2 |
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It had been some time now... He had stayed longer than expected. Two months starting in March. Two months and he had told his friends to believe he was dead. It tore at his soul knowing that they may be grieving when he was living in the lap of luxury, but as he was preparing to leave, someone mentioned something to him. They spoke of, just fleetingly, that it was possible his parents were here. It had never occured to him that they could still be alive, let alone wish to see what he was. A man embodying the devil's visage, charming though it might be, a devil in mutant form was heretical on all accounts. They had simply mentioned it, one of Absolom's assistants, who then wandered off. It sparked a fervor within him, a long-hungry need to at least know who his parents were. His makers, those who granted him a divine spark and life -- he just needed to know them. It had been now half a month into his desperate search. He had used all available resources and had absolutely nothing to go on. He had heard that mothers had a sort of sense to know who was their baby, perhaps an extrasensory perception generated by television, and he had not seen a single person that even resembled him. Was his father here? Was he blue? Did his mother look like a demon, too? Did he have his father's eyes and his mother's nose? Infinite questions, all meandering on thoughts that had afflicted him since he realized he was adopted. Margalli, who, for all intensive purposes was still his birth mother despite the hatred she felt for him, had not seen nor witnessed his abandonment those many years ago. There was nothing, nothing at all. Even Xavier could not find any images lingering within his mind of his parents. He had been abandoned in birth, before reason or sentience had been triggered in his infantile mind. Nothing. Nothing at all... Dismal and sombre, the demonic mutant had taken himself to walking. Using archival information accessed by Absolom, there had been no record of anyone remotely familiar to him in any way. There was nothing more than he could do but walk around Sanctuary daily with his fingers crossed. Having just departed from a little shop with a German flag in the window, Kurt's tail swished behind him as he fed himself a genuine German kreppel -- a type of pastry -- rather pleased that he had a bit of a taste of home even here in Sanctuary. "Kurt? Kurt Wagner?" The sound of his name being called gave him pause, his pointed ear nearly twitching. Turning with the krapfen hanging out of his mouth and sugar powder surrounding his mouth shamelessly, eyebrows raised, he spotted the source of the call. The woman who inspired his trek to Sanctuary in the first place, the German Amelia. "Amelia?" Kurt said, his voice muffled by the treat so as barely understandable. Immediately pulling the krapfen from his face and trying to dust it of the powdered sugar (because unlike Logan, Kurt preferred to look decent in front of a woman), he chewed at what remained as he moved to meet her. But Hawk, the bodyguard (who was really more of an escort, not a bodyguard) stood between them. The eagle-eyed mutant looked over his shoulder at Kurt and the demon gave an approving nod before the man moved out of the way. "Forgive him, he is over-worked and bored of following someone as terribly droll as me," Kurt said, moving forward to embrace the familiar woman in a friendly gesture, but careful not to cover her back in krapfen crumbs. "<I am glad to see you! I have you to blame for me being here>," he said cheekily in their native tongue, so as to at least have some sort of privacy in their conversation from his escorts. Releasing the embrace, he stepped back and offered her his krapfen, as it was the most gentlemanly thing to do. "<Krapfen? How have you been? I had thought to find you sooner but my current position has made me a sort of celebrity,>" he motioned to his escorts, who stood tall, dark, and grim, as always. "<I cannot say what exactly that position is, though... I honestly think they just follow me around because they have nothing better to do.>" |
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| Mystique | May 19 2011, 07:22 AM Post #3 |
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She stepped passed the man as Kurt nodded in approval of her company. She came to a stop a few paces in front of him. The violet-hued woman casting a glare in the escort's direction before turning it to a smile for her friend, laughing at the jab he took at Hawk, accepting his friendly hug in kind before pulling herself away. "I do not see why they should think so." she smiled, motioning around. "Everything here is fairly droll, though it truly is an improvement over the world I left behind." She pouted for a moment, a false display of melancholy but one intended to be seen through as mere play. Behind the mask, Mystique smiled wryly to herself, though it was inwardly, in her mind. Kurt was here, in front of her. The mind traveled back all those years ago, a cold night in November, the cries of anger from behind her and the cries of new life coming from her arms. Living with what she'd done for as long as she had had been bad enough, but these last few years, knowing he was indeed alive, her seeming inability to approach him honestly grated on her, but with what had happened between the mutants Mystique and Nightcrawler, she could not bring herself to show her true nature to him, something that cut deep and long gashes into her core. To see him here and to be unable to speak to him as who she really was, it was a true test of her resolve. When Kurt offered her his pastry after sniping at her with the blame of his being present here in the underwater mutant utopia, she returned a light chuckle, her secretive inward musings not causing her to miss a beat. <"Thank you."> she accepted it with a smile, deftly tearing it into, careful not to spill the filling, and offering him the other half. <I am well enough. I found work here shortly after I arrived. It's only busy work of course, but I am in school now, something I've never been able to experience before."> Her tone had changed, gone a touch more sentimental than before. <"It really is better here for those like us, Kurt."> She smiled, taking a small bite of the powdered pastry in her hand. <"In fact, there are no 'people like us here, we are all like us."> She smiled again, her voice picking back up, the German she spoke inflected with the pronunciations and inflections of a native speaker, which for all intents and purposes, she was.. Amelia brushed her blonde locks behind her ears, the natural tone of her hair an odd contrast to her violet skin. She moved to take another bite of the powdered treat he'd seen to share with her. Plum filling. It was good. Somewhere beyond the veil of Amelia, it made Mystique a little homesick, though the feeling quickly past, her nomadic lifestyle (and indeed, nomadic personality) had erased much of the comfort that nostalgia could provide. <"So I see,"> she responded to his statement of his own pseudo-celebrity, motioning to the company of people surrounding him. <"I take it then that you are here for a while, then? Are you staying?"> |
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| Nightcrawler | May 20 2011, 04:29 AM Post #4 |
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Dusting his hand of the powdered sugar on his pantleg, the demonic mutant kept a placid smile. Amelia was a lovely woman, the reason why he was here. Sparked with the ambition of countless mutants to come here, Kurt followed suit. For many years it had been his own ambition to see a civilization of mutants, not just a place where mutants all happened to live like Mutant Town or the mansion. Even there, there was segregation. In a place like Sanctuary, though, there was no sense of segregation. In some ways, it was incredibly strange. Very few humans lived among the mutants, people who came with their families and shared no predjudices against mutantkind. It was lovely that they would leave their own species behind and live in such a place of wonder. Lovely, and terrible. Kurt's tail swished against the ground beneath him, he offered a polite nod in return to her thanks, and he took back the uneaten half that remained. "<Wonderful, I am glad you found a place to occupy yourself at. What sort of job is it? And, if you do not mind me asking, what are you studying? I do not remember if we discussed that back in New York.>" Conversation turned and Kurt's features became quaintly placid, his yellow eyes turning towards the cityscape around them. Indeed, it was an amazing place, a place better for mutants. Mutants like them. Kurt himself had found it rather comfortable in the public sense, able to freely walk around without his image inducer. That didn't stop the looks though... But, they were good looks. He had a nice pocket full of numbers to add to his collection back home when he got there. Logan would be pissed... "<Ja... It is truly an experience,>" he said quietly, smiling pleasantly. She spoke of business, and Kurt gave a curt nod. "<I am here on personal affairs, but I am seeking opportunities here as well. I have spoken with much of the administration which runs Sanctuary. They have good heads on their shoulders, I am happy to say. Do you have time for a walk? I am enjoying the day while it lasts. Perhaps you could show me around? I would like to hear what you have experienced since you came to Sanctuary. It has been some time since we last met, after all.>" |
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| Mystique | May 23 2011, 05:42 AM Post #5 |
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<"It is at a shop, near my home."> she said, switching over to her 'native' tongue. She passed a smile to Kurt, one that was small but conveyed her content well enough. <"It is not the best pay, but I do not ache for money, and I help to run the place with the owner."> She finished what was left of the treat they'd shared, being dainty with it so as not to make a mess of herself in front of this very important company. When he told her that he did not remember her mentioning schooling back those few months ago, she rolled with it, concocting the last few months of Amelia's history on the fly, a sort of improvisation that, after all her years, was no less than masterful. People were Mystique's second language, one in which she was perhaps all but fluent. <"We did not talk about school because there was no schooling of which to speak."> She said, her voice a bit forlorn despite the harshness of the language she spoke, one of the odd things about German, and in general many of the harsh, guttural tongues from that area of the world, is to the outside listener, to one not knowledgeable about it like the escorts who stood around them, was how hard the words would hit, as if the speaker was always pensive or angry. <"But like I said, here, down here in Sanctuary, there is no need for me to stay away from the public, I'm a member of them here, I won't be counted against just because of the way that I look or the things I can do."> She went back to her smile again, the sad subjects over with, read for new ones to begin. Silently Mystique pulled Amelia's strings like some dark, hidden puppet master. It was thrilling. <"I am going to be a teacher, Kurt. I'm going to teach the young of this city the ways of the early world. It's something I could never do before, and it is something wonderful that I can do now, ja?"> Kurt continued, illuminating that this trip was both personal and perhaps otherwise, an idea she supported with a nod and a smile, and then he followed up, asking her to show him around for a walk. Amelia nodded readily. <"It would be my honor to stroll around with a man who knows the high-ups of the city, for sure."> She winked, taking a stab at his modesty by lacing the words with a hint of playful sarcasm. <"I know of a wonderful park nearby here. It has a river and very nice pavilion with chess tables and..." She trailed off for a moment as she walked by his side, her hands behind her back and her emerald eyes locked on her feet. She looked back up to Kurt, Amelia smiling to him but Mystique behind that mask in awe of how much he'd taken from his father. It made her mind wander to places, briefly wondering where he could be but not dwelling too long on the matter before she continued. "...Do you play chess, Herr Wagner?> She was working out where she wanted to steer them, how she wanted this to go. How she wished she could come out right now and tell him, make him understand that things had been out of her control, but that was an impossibility, he would not have it, not with what had happened between them in the past, she had done that damage herself. |
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| Nightcrawler | May 25 2011, 08:11 PM Post #6 |
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<"Not on your part, at least,"> the blue mutant smiled at the mentioning of schooling. Indulging himself for a brief moment, Kurt finished off the remnants of his snack, releasing a pleasant sigh. Having food from his home country was a benefit that any person, mutant or human, could enjoy. It was a sweet, tender, and even forlorn reminder of histories. Though his was a bit less than average than most contemporary lives, to be able to eat anything from Bavaria was a godsend in a world where McDonalds and other fast food chains were inhaled daily by the millions. <"It is a benefit to be able to live here, that is quite true. It is almost like Mutant Town, but a lot larger with a greater range of freedom. I have been here for some time now and I am still forced to marvel at the nature of it. It is a blessing without a disguise. All you need to do is speak with people and you know they are happier,"> he said, offering her a charming smile. <"I bet it would be more pleasant if I wasn't being followed around by these gents here,"> he looked over his shoulder at Hawk, who was eying Amelia still. <"That's wonderful. Education is the system which forms the foundation of the future, something many politicians in the States tend to forget. It takes a lot of teach children properly. Where I teach, each child is very unique and has their own personal needs. It can be tiresome at times, but you just need to practice patience and all will be well. And make sure your coworkers practice it too, otherwise everyone will be at each others necks in no time. It will help save the world, I guarantee it.>" Of course, being an X-Men, he had done just that multiple times. Still, he couldn't take all the credit, no matter how impressive it might be to the ladies. Offering her an arm, Kurt began to walk down the same way he had been intending on heading. <"I have only visited a few of the parks so far, none with a river. I wonder how all that water is made... A lot of hydrokinetics, I bet."> So long here, two months, and things were still amazing. "<I am only familiar with how queens move, but I could give it a go,"> he said pleasantly. He remembered when he first met Amelia back in New York. A simple night out of the mansion for a drink or two. Wearing his image inducer, he had been able to get by without being noticed by the human occupants and-- Kurt would have frozen if he had not been more trained . Here in Sanctuary, he did not wear his image inducer... When he had first met Amelia, he had it activated... Which begged the question, how did she know he was who he was? Eying her out of the corner of an eye, he continued walking without bringing it up. |
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| Mystique | May 30 2011, 09:01 PM Post #7 |
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They walked for a bit longer, and she took Kurt's arm when he offered it, listening to him, nodding and smiling where appropriate, eying there surroundings, paying no special attention to the man of Kurt's who seemingly didn't trust her. Perhaps that was more Mystique than Amelia. The metamorph had become accustomed to untrusting stares, and it didn't crack her facade a single bit, though perhaps, thinking back briefly, she should have voiced some nervousness, if only to roll with the punch, so to speak. But she didn't dwell on it, and she looked to Kurt as he finished talking about teacher-to-teacher cooperation being a key to success, letting out an innocent chuckle at the world-saving comment. She knew what she knew, that her son here was part of that crew of righteous 'hero-types' who stood stout and strong as her own group's negative. Speaking up, she looked up ahead. A few blocks down was the park she was speaking about, if her memory served. <"I should think then it is a good thing that I am so easy to get along with, maybe one day I'll be someone's hero." It seemed the optimistic thing to say, especially from a woman who wished to be a teacher, ushering the youth of new generations and whatnot. Complete dribble. She pulled her arm free and jumped in front of him, grabbing at his hands with her own, eyes fixing him with emerald stare. <"It is the Queen who makes all the best moves, but without her King and subjects, she is frail and easily taken by surprise. I will teach you, it is simple."> She took a few steps backwards, pulling him by the hand and returning to his side. She caught some quick tick, a sidelong flick of his yellow eyes to her, but she thought nothing of it. Her pocket buzzed. Her phone. Reaching in to look at it, she was getting a call from a number that she wanted to curse, but didn't in the interest of maintaining a certain air of careless fancy. Biting her lower lip, she cast a sideways look at Kurt, a grin creasing her face. <"So will you be leaving soon to return to your work outside? If you return again, you will surely have to check in on me."> She kept that wide-eyed look going for a bit longer. <"I do not know if I could ever return to the world outside, not now that I've been here. It is how things should be, Kurt. Here in sanctuary. Where mutants can be mutants without being fearful. The few humans who do live here make no issue, and truth be told, everyone mostly gets along. It's is a perfect picture here, for all of us."> She sighed as they neared the park entrance, the faint babbling of water not too far off. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 2 2011, 01:03 AM Post #8 |
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Conversation came as fluid to him as water in a river. Practiced in topics and naturally charismatic, on top of all the training as a professional showman, Kurt was finding it difficult to block his mind from the immediate question at hand: how did she know who he was? All the casualness of conversation was now a feint, something he knew better than to just abandon in the face of suspicion. His tail flicked pensively as conversation went on despite this and he continued to hold the pose and posture of someone ignorant of the deeper meaning. <"Those who teach others are always regarded as heroes. And if not, they should,"> he said with an affirming nod. She unhooked his arm and took his hands, leading him on backwards as she gave him a look with her green eyes, his own yellow and nearly featureless ones searching for some sign of familiarity. Nothing. <"I have met a few Queens in my day. all who know how to move,"> he thought, reflecting on his time with the current White Queen. <"I am sure the game couldn't be that hard to learn, or at least that's what I hope."> They continued to walk, his edged ears picking up the sounds of water and people. He felt the shift of air on his fur. There must be a contained aerokinetic assigned to this area keeping the air fresh and clean as any up-worldly natural park. It was almost too clean... <"I am not sure. I have been... coerced into staying a little longer than expected,"> he paused, wondering if he should elaborate given the nature of this woman beside him. Thinking it harmless, or perhaps even what was wanted, he continued on. <"Someone told me I would be found, or could find someone here in Sanctuary... That I could find my family. Maybe I will stay, or maybe I will soon lose hope again. I will most definitely check on you again, perhaps even over a beer or two."> His hand on hers tightened a bit as he walked underneath the park entrance. <"Amelia..."> he began, his face becoming serious. There was no harm in confronting her, was there? Trailed by his guards, perhaps they would actually work to his advantage for once. <"When we first met back in New York... You... Well... I was not as I appear now..."> He stopped walking. <"How is it you recognized me?>" |
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| Mystique | Jun 9 2011, 01:12 PM Post #9 |
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Something in the air was different now, the conversation had lurched, chugged onward as if wading through some thick sludge. She noticed it in Kurt's body language, despite some initial difficulty in doing so. Immediately she questioned what had changed, if it were the conversation, if it were something she'd said or done. Mystique was not commonly prone to mistakes, but in her rush to greet and converse with her wayward son, she had perhaps been a little sloppier than she usually ever could be, or would be. She flecked green eyes across his face as she listened, smiling and trying not to look pensive herself as he spoke further of heroes and queens and the game of chess. "I am glad, Kurt, that you wish to learn. Chess is very important to me, ja?" She had taken the conversation from German and back to English, hoping that the change up would either ease his mind or take it away from whatever was bothering it. The park was lovely, but fake, something she'd learned to deal with but not necessarily like. Of course, to all the senses it would seem as real as anything, but to the mind, which knew such a place could certainly not exist where it existed without the aid of outside influence, the sense of artifice never truly went away, and Mystique, for a moment, wondered if she would eve come to like it here, or if she'd simply grow uncaring towards the fact that everything they had built here was on some other level from reality, the product and fruit of mutant labor working for mutant good. The concept was romantic, but the end result was less than thrilling, at least to her. That same sense of artifice and forced suspension of belief seemed to be worming it's way into their conversations. As they talked it seemed Kurt was picking up on something more and more, and try as she might she could not pin-point it, she'd taken careful paces to keep her story in line with what she knew he knew. He talked of an extended stay, and a search for family, and she cut one last smile, a ray of hope erupting somewhere inside of her, if only briefly, her smile fading as he continued, and soon she was made painfully aware of her error, cursing inwardly at herself though her face made to shift only into an inquisitive smile, her head turning sidelong and looking at him as if he'd just confused her. <"I...well..it was your face, I suppose."> Not now, it was too soon, she stopped walking with him. Perhaps, though, now was for the best. For all her assumed confidence and bravado, she could not bring herself to shift forms, to stand eye and eye with her son as she truly was, as who she truly was. She questioned whether it was even worth pursuing this lie any further, and coming to a decision as she came to a halt in their little walk. Amelia moved once more in front of Kurt, not stopping as the escorts seemed to prepare for the worst at her sudden movement. Amelia was gone in all but outward appearance, something in her expression indicating that she was not exactly who she claimed to be. She gripped her hands around his shoulders, looking him in his eyes. "Kurt, I have known you for much longer than you have known me. I've watched you...I've seen the things you do for others and I've seen you in all of your grandiose heroics and it is important for you to know that the family you seek is still on this earth. I know your mother, and she does wish to know you, but know that she is afraid of you, afraid of what you may think, or feel. Do not hate her, is all I ask of you. She hates herself enough." And with that she looked to the men who'd been trailing her and her son, then to the ground, walking off towards one of the other exits from the park. She stopped for a moment, turning around for one last clear look at him. "I do have a single message from her, Herr Wagner. If you wish to find answers, speak to the mutant Rogue when you return to the surface. The two of you have more in common than you may be aware of...goodbye, Kurt Wagner. We will not see eachother again." And with that, she took off without any sort of smile, her pace brisk enough, her eyes straining to hold back foolish sadness that she felt were an insult to herself. She hoped desperately that he would not follow, she didn't have the strength to carry this out any further. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 14 2011, 12:11 AM Post #10 |
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The glowing yellow eyes of the demon stared at the woman, who looked back at him with an unusual smile of confusion. There... she didn't even remember. She did not mention telepathy or any other sort of ability as an excuse. She knew him, somehow, but how was exactly the question he was searching for. His face was not good enough. Darkened by indigo flesh and a light layer of short fur, pointed ears, glowing eyes and fangs, his human form produced by his image inducer was only an assumption of what he would look like without a mutation and that was only a perhaps. His entire bone structure might very well be different as a human. Now he was all the more suspicious. He did not move, only stare, his mind searching through questions and possible answers as she reeled in front of him. He did not yield or flinch by the sudden movement despite the reactions of his accompanying escorts. He looked at her face seriously, his brow knitted into a tight line. And then she spoke... She had known him longer than he her. Watched him, observed his actions both as a man and as a hero. It was one thing to be a stalker, but the things he did encompassed far more than heroics. How did she know him? Had they met before and he simply did not remember? Was she a woman from Bavaria? A casual fling from a midnight escapade years ago? His tail tensed, the fur on his neck rising as she spoke of his family. His lids widened, jaw slacking as he wanted to spout ouft a flood of questions. His mother? Amelia knew her? Afraid? What was there to be afraid of? Was he not her son? Her child? What mother could possibly believe that a child would not welcome her? He had searched the sky and earth for her and his father. Was that alone not enough to forgo fears and hatred? The love of a parent and child? She turned, began to walk away. He reached a hand out but she had already moved beyond his reach. "Wait... Amelia! Wart!" He moved after, about to jaunt, but she was already speaking again. Desperately he listened, moving to follow her as she slipped into a cluster of mutants in the middle of the park. A message. A single message! After almost thirty years of nothing! The name rang out. Rogue. Rogue?! What did Rogue have to do with this?! "AMELIA! WART! Um Gottes willen bitte Wartezeit!" he yelled through the crowd, drawing eyes. He paid them no heed, pushing his way out to the other side of the mass of mutants. "We will not see each other again." His heart sank and he stood there, alone. His eyes desperately searched, hungry, forlorn, and needing to know what she knew. His mother... Amelia... How did she know her? What did Rogue know? Gone... Amelia was gone. Lost to whatever it was that took her from him, took the knowledge from him. Almost thirty years of being an adopted child, almost three decades of not knowing who his parents were. The first clue... The first clue to who he was and whose blood it was that flowed through his veins... It pointed to Rogue of all people. His knees felt weak, his arms heavy. He could barely breath as his mind raced through every moment of his interaction with Amelia, how she connected to Rogue or Rogue to her. There were no answers, even as the crowd dispersed along their merry way, the demon remained a quiet statue in the center of the park. "Wagner?" Hawk spoke, tense and wary of what Kurt had just endured. He did not know what had occurred or why. Kurt took a breath, his mind aching. "I must leave, Hawk. I have stayed for far too long..." He took another breath, clearing his head. "Please, take me back to my quarters." An hour later... Everything was packed. All his possessions had neatly been tucked away in a very methodical and careful manner. He had already sent word to Absolom that his time had come and to prepare for his departure. His reasons for staying had been fulfilled. He had found a method to contact his parents, or at least one of them. The path now connected and pointed to Rogue. He stressed his mind of her, not truly knowing what it was that she had been set on his path. But now he could not stay, he had no reason to stay. He could not allow his family and friends to grieve any longer believing he was truly dead. Though, it wasn't like Scott to grieve, not until founding evidence proved his fate. Kurt had passed the two month limit now. No body, no telepathic grace on Cerebro, nothing. He hoped that was not enough evidence. The door to his quarters opened, drawing Kurt's gaze toward it. The pale Absolom stepped in quietly and the portal closed behind him. "Hawk has told me of an unusual event in the park today, Kurt," Absolom walked further in. "I must say it has been troubling me that you would soon leave." "I was meant to leave some time ago, mein freund. I can stay no longer. I would not leave, however, without thanking you and thereby Magneto for your hospitality in allowing me to stay here," Kurt said with a sorry smile. "I honestly expected to be imprisoned and held in shackles to be used as weight against my friend, but Magneto's kindness -- or mercy, perhaps -- has allowed me to experience all that I could have ever dreamed here. For me, though... I think it will remain as a dream, one that I did get to live in." "Dreams aren't always for naught, Kurt. Pipe dreams give us reason to live. I have helped build this place from the ground, tended to the crops and have bore many fruit. That is no dream for those without homes. A man like you could tend to many crops." "Nein, it is not... But my home is with the X-Men. I never meant for this to be a permanent stay. That would be asking for too much." Absolom smiled, lifting a hand to adjust a casual hat atop his head. "Not if it were for a few more weeks..." Kurt raised a brow. "What do you mean?" An unusual feeling surrounded him suddenly and Kurt gave pause, wondering what it could have been. "I am sorry, mein freund, but I truly cannot stay any longer." "No?" Absolom paused, lowering his hand. "My friend... Kurt... Nightcrawler..." Absolom paused, searching the confused yellow eyes of the demon before him. He answered them with a smile. "... Have you ever heard of a place called Genosha?" |
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