bakerstreet | MINOR INJURIES MEME

MINOR INJURIES MEME

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[ooc: wasn't sure if you wanted a specific role or not or if charles had/has been using his serum. it could be assumed that kurt knocked him out of his chair ... if this doesn't work, we can figure something else out. :>]

With the circus actually traveling for once, Nightcrawler took this chance to sneak away for some sight-seeing while he had free time. He knew he'd have to be back at a certain moment of the day, but he wasn't too worried about being late or anything; he was really rather good at keeping track of time, but he hadn't been expecting to run into anybody and in a quite literal sense of the word.

It was a complete accident, of course.

Kurt, doing his best to try and multitask by taking in all the large buildings at once, hadn't been watching where he was moving. The items in his arms dropped to the ground, much like he and the man he'd tumbled over had done. He struggled to get back to his hands and knees, head shaking in a slightly dazed way before whipping around to the person that he'd so gracelessly knocked over.

"I'm so sorry!" he cried, shuffling his way over to the other and attempting to help him get up. His own injuries looked rather minor, although the stranger had hit the concrete pretty hard and silently, he was hoping that he'd be able to help if he had actually caused any sort of damage.

Charles had just started getting himself out among people again. It had been difficult to say the least, every ounce of his resolve not to go down a darker path again. He had been practicing blocking out the voices when a young man, who wasn't paying attention, came around the corner and knocked him clean out of his chair.

He lay on the ground, stunned for a moment, the chair turned on it's side next to him. It's a moment before the obvious filters through. The hand that helps him to a sitting position was blue. Surprise shows on his face as he looks back at the yellow eyes and blue face bending over him. "Well...hello there."

After getting Charles back up, the cobalt-tinted teen began scanning him over, golden iris' flickering with worry. His gaze finally settled on the others face and the shock there made him slump ever so slightly. The blue usually throws everyone off. I should be used to that by now.

It doesn't keep him from making sure the man is stable with one hand resting on his shoulder, the other reaching to tip the chair upright, the smallest smile lifting the corners of his lips. "Hallo."

He settles back in the chair, a worn smile of his own. "You shouldn't worry, Kurt, I was distracted and not paying attention." The obvious casual use of his name would be a clue as to Charles not being what he appears to be. Which was just an invalid in a wheelchair.

This time, it was his turn to be shocked; his brow furrowed, nose wrinkling and eyes narrowing in an almost skeptical fashion. "You--" he hesitated, looking the man over and fighting his urge to step back, tail curling a little tighter around his waist beneath his coat. "How did you do that?"

He puts up a hand, palm out, to placate him against being frightened. "It's alright, no need to be alarmed. You see, I'm more like you than you realize." It was quite a radical mutation that Kurt had. Blue from head to foot but as Charles settles his fingers against his temple, his elation at finding such a mutant is easily read by his expression. "A...a teleporter? Incredible...I'm Professor Xavier." Now offering the young man his hand to shake.

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He relaxes from his tense state, shoulders slumping as his body slackens. He's still a little skittish at the idea of his mutation and abilities being figured out, but seeing Charles put his hand to his head and the expression he makes when mentioning the teleporting, it's almost like a light-bulb turning on. "... you're a telepath!" he exclaims, raising one hand to cover his mouth then reaching out the other one to take hold of the offered hand and shake. "I--well, you already know my name. It's nice to meet you, Professor."

Smart kid. Charles does nothing to hide the fact that he got it right in one. "A distinct pleasure to meet you," he certainly means it. Teleportation was a very rare ability. "How long have you known about your abilities?"

Kurt withdraws his arm, flashing a fang-filled grin then moving to pick up the items that he'd dropped earlier. He slides his hand into the coat pocket, tucks the bag underneath the same limb and reaches the other to brush his bangs aside. "I was born with them. I've only recently started to work on trying to perfect the teleporting."

Now that was significant. Most mutants tended to manifest in their teens, usually after some sort of trauma. "And how is that going for you?" He steeples his fingers together thoughtfully, trying to be the teacher when it came to these situations.

"It is ..." Well, to say it was going badly wasn't correct, but it hadn't been the best either. He stares at the man in front of him then sinks down into a crouched position, his tail uncurling from around his waist and slinking up to slowly twitch back and forth near his shoulders. "Okay."

He knew that wasn't the case, a look of understanding. "It's alright, you're not the first to have difficulties with their mutations." The world was full of people like that. "When it first started for me, I thought I was going insane...voices in my head. It is never easy learning to cope with the changes."

He sits up a bit straighter in his wheelchair. "Perhaps I could help you with what you've figured out so far?" Charles knew that a few passers by were staring and quickly shot them a thought that they didn't see anything, to help Kurt feel less the center of attention.

A sigh of relief, his head dipping forward and another grin lifting the corners of his lips. "I can't ... I can't imagine how that must have been for you. Well, loud, I am sure."

His shoulders hunch as he ducks his head lower, trying to make himself smaller when the people passing by begin staring. Although, when they continue walking on, wide golden eyes blink after them then his attention returns to Charles. "Right now? I mean, I don't know if this is the place to be 'showing off' my abilities."

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"Perhaps not," despite the fact he was shielding them mentally at the moment it would be better if practice took place away from the general populace. He moves his chair slightly to turn. "Where have you been practicing?" They could go somewhere safer.

Shifting in his huddled position, Kurt rises from the ground and pivots on the ball of his foot, motioning with his free arm for the man to follow after. "I'll show you." Then, he begins leading them down the sidewalk, back in the direction he'd come.

Xavier trundles smoothly along behind him. Keeping the both of them from being noticed as they move along the sidewalk. With all of his experiences, he had finally learned that anonymity was important for new mutants. They had not yet learned to cope with themselves, much less society as a whole coping with their existence.

It's an odd sensation - walking down the street and not having people stop to stare at him. Absently, Kurt wonders if there will ever be a time when mutants like himself can wander the streets without others gawking or threatening them. For now, he'll just have to settle with keeping covered up.

As they approach the fairgrounds, the blue-skinned teen pushes the gate aside, waiting until Charles has gone through before securing it behind them and continuing to walk ahead. He hesitates in front of the flap of a large tent, peering over his shoulder with worried yellow eyes. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

Charles drives his motorized chair where indicated, wondering how long the teenager had lived here.

"I give you my word," he says. "I hold the secrets of many a mutant, as you may well believe, being a telepath."

With a quick nod, he pushes the flap aside and ties it off, leading them into the tent with a soft chuckle. It isn't much, but what he does have set up for 'practicing' is enough - some balance beams, tight rope near the ceiling, a few trapeze bars to swing on.

"I have no reason to distrust you," he admits. "You must be able to block your thoughts from other telepaths then?"

He nods but clarifies, "It depends how practiced and how powerful the telepath. The stronger they are with their abilities, the harder it is to block." Xavier, while still trying to get back on his metaphorical feet with his abilities, was still one of the strongest telepaths on the planet.

Kurt moves over to one of the beams, planting his palms on it and lifting himself up into a handstand. He keeps his attention focused on Charles though, toes pointing into the air, head tilting to the side. "Have you met anyone strong enough to get past your barrier? I apologize for all my questions, I'm just curious."

He liked questions.

"Initially, I was the only one I knew of. The first one I met, we were sadly on opposite sides and she did manage to get inside my head and block me." Nothing beyond that though. Charles is lucky Emma Frost was not stronger than he.

He smiles at the handstand, that is pretty impressive in itself. "Is the handstand part of the teleportation?" he asks with a smirk.

That's good because he's got plenty of them.

"That's unfortunate. It would have been better if you had both been on the same side, but ... we can't all be 'good' mutants, I suppose."

He returns the smile with a cheeky little smirk and shakes his head. "Not necessarily." Then, after steadying himself, he pushes off of the beam and twists mid-air, disappearing in a puff of midnight colored smoke.

Kurt reappears in the same haze on the thin wire that's stretched between two wooden platforms, arms held out to keep his balance as he carefully begins working his way across the rope like the height isn't a problem. Only if he were to fall, really.

"Someday...perhaps." He has to stay optimistic.

Charles watches in amazement. Now you see Kurt, now you don't. Literally disappears and reappears. "That is extraordinary..." he exclaims, already trying to work out in his mind scientifically what could be happening. "I couldn't track you when you disappeared."

There's a nod from his current position, though Charles can't really hear that, can he? "Maybe."

The only real 'problem' with the teleportation is the rather loud BAMF noise and the lingering stench of sulfur. "Nein?" he questions, leaning his head to the side. Once he reaches the wooden platform, Kurt leaps from the edge, both hands grasping onto the closest trapeze bar which sends him swinging.

He releases his grasp when reaching a full arc, swinging into a flip as he vanishes in another cloud. This time, he returns on the ground in front of the telepath, crouched down with his hands between his feet to keep him steady. "I'm going out on a limb and assuming that's a good thing."

this took me far longer than i expected. also, i rolled 3 - 2 - 3.

can be in chair, back on his teaching path :)

fantastic, perfect! :D

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my tags will be a little slow - we're giving cats flea baths and such.

fun times

totally. XD hopefully, we'll be flea free soon