bakerstreet | thursday pic prompt

[-catches- ohhh!! i know the feeling of guest stress. XD my roomie's have one right now and i am trying to not be TOO anti-social. i've done all right, so far. meeting the mom is far more stressful, i'm sure though. no worries on the lack of replies - i've been the same since my weekend was so hectic. did you have a good time at least? c:]

"And we don't want that to happen to any of us." Somehow, he had already gone through more trouble than could be mentioned and he still held onto his kind-hearted nature, regardless of it. If they had a list of people that might have gone mad from their pasts, Kurt would have easily been on it, but he never strayed from the positive side of things - never felt the need to cause harm, unless absolutely necessary and even then, the teen hated the thought of it. "For now, my next step is school and X-Men training." That sounded like a great 'action' to him.

A vibrant grin lifted his lips again at Charles' words and as he moved to open the door for the both of them, he glanced over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded with content. "I'm pleased with the direction that my life is heading in and if I am allowed to choose my own hill to rest on then I will do so with great purpose."

[If it was my roomie's and I didn't know them I would probably hide away. XD /can be totally anti-social, is okay with that - I did have a good time! She was a really fantastic person. I just get stressed because I think the house has to be perfect. @_@]

"That is why you are one of us," Charles said softly, knowing that the statement could mean something completely different if someone happened to over hear them but instead, for Kurt, would mean the team he had joined. He nodded slightly in thanks for opening the door and rolled into the dining hall, one that was mostly quiet except for a table of younger students in the corner with one of the staff, clearly working on some kind of arts and crafts. A little late for breakfast and a little early for lunch, but it meant things would be quiet at least.

"What class do you have next?" he asked as they approached the wall that connected into the kitchen. Breakfast was usually a buffet style of food but lunch was locked down to only a few choices, though the choices were never poor ones. Today it seemed hamburgers were the main fair, with some form of spiced chicken and ravioli as well. Unless he felt the need to, he mostly didn't bother going off the menu and was happy enough to order some of the chicken.

[right?? he was a nice guy and all and we interacted during my roomie's LARP session, but ... i didn't really know him and i'm already anti-social. XD that's great that you had a good time! yeah, we were cleaning the house for almost seven hours before he showed up. that was why i had been up for forty hours straight. x_o]

His head dipped in response to both Charles' comment and the nodding of his head in thanks, claws tapping lightly against the wood as he peered into the hall after the other man had gone in. There was a slight hesitance to his step, but he finally drew himself around the door and pulled it closed behind him, eyes darting back and forth between the more empty part of the room and the small group of his younger peers. He relaxed after a moment and quickened his pace to catch up with his teacher.

"Chemistry, I believe." Kurt trailed close behind Charles' chair, carding a hand through his two-toned bangs and securing some of the loose strands behind his ear again. He stood silently for a moment, absently biting at his lower lip in thought. While he was fighting with a hunger for fresh fruit, he figured that settling with ravioli would do and if he was lucky, he'd be able to curb that craving later.

[Do you LARP?? /is a LARPer -- Oh geez so THAT'S why you were up so much!]

Those tentative, almost fearful actions didn't go unnoticed. A certain soft sadness came to Charles' eyes as he watched Kurt, hoping that, given time, perhaps they would start to ease further. Really, he wanted this school to be a sanctuary, a place of safety for his students and faculty, a place where they could live and learn and grow, but another part of him knew that the sanctuary had been breached. There was blood down below in the gleaming hallways, even if not literally.

There was always fresh fruit available, tucked into bowls nearby. With growing children all around, he wanted something (anything!) more healthy to snack than the piles of junk food he knew were hidden around in the children's dorms. Still, for now, he took his plate with a thanks and a quick smile before he carefully balanced the lot, getting himself a drink and finding a table he could pull up to. It had been years since 'the accident', but in a lot of ways, he was still learning to handle some things second nature.

"With Doctor McCoy, then?" Once they were both seated, thinking back on who had what classes quickly.

[this is my first ACTUAL larp. i was super nervous at first, but now, i'm addicted. XD yeah, that would be why! it was really tiring.]

Since his first day at the school, the blue boy's timidness had lightened quite a bit, although it hadn't disappeared altogether; he wasn't sure if that would ever happen. The one thing he was constantly worried about was startling any of the other students with his appearance, even if most of them had assured him that he didn't look frightening whatsoever. While he accepted himself and was thrilled (and shocked) about the far more understanding humans in America, he couldn't help the urge to be somewhat wary.

His distraction with wanting to find a table so he and Charles could continue talking was what he would later blame for missing the bowls of fruit at first. Though, as he gathered his own plate and drink, Kurt turned and from the corner of his eye, caught sight of the fruit. He perked rather visibly, that nimble tail darting up his side to grab a container full of strawberries, pineapple chunks, and grapes. "Thank you," he whispered then he moved to follow Charles again. Before he could get too curious, the conversation veered back to his class.

"Ja, that's correct." After settling at the table, he carefully brought his tail around to take the bowl from it, letting out a relieved breath at the fact he hadn't dropped it. "So, do I call him 'Doctor' or 'Mister'? I'm never sure which one is more appropriate."

[Ahhhh welcome to the addiction!!! What kind of LARP was it?]

So far, the other students had just... accepted him. It possibly didn't hurt that he was the same color as one of their idols (Raven) or that he was so very friendly, but they had just accepted him as they did the others. It really felt like a school, even with the odd looks of some students or the powers going awry on occasion. From across the room came a bark, followed by a round of giggling from the children seated there. It placed in Charles' mind who it was and the class there after thinking on it. The only dog on premise was Pebbles, Jeremy's seeing-eye dog. Doubly so as the young man could see through the dog's eyes instead of his own.

It was always fascinating to watch Kurt's ability to so agilely be able to use his tail, just like a fifth limb. "Technically, you should call anyone with the title of Doctor as such, with respect to their years of work. I prefer the term Professor, though." He had his doctorate in more than one area, technically, but felt the term was less confusing for children and potential parents. He could still remember Logan calling out into the mansion, before Hank had taken him down, that title and feeling a little confused about why a grown man he never knew would call him as such...

[thank you!! i am glad to have gotten into it. :> uhm, i think my roomie said that it's 'hunter: the vigil'??]

Kurt was so exceedingly grateful for the acceptance at the school; it had allowed him to become less withdrawn and brought about a far more playful side that he'd never been able to show - aside from when he was performing. The shift in his personality from timid, semi-awkward teenager to a more outgoing, adventurous X-Man had taken some time and it was not a drastic change, but each and every day, he found something new to learn about, taking it all in like a sponge absorbing water. He jolted somewhat at the noise, lifting his head enough to peek over at the group before grinning and settling back down on his seat. Okay, so his skittish nature was still apparent, but at least he didn't end up teleporting at smaller surprises like a dog barking.

After setting the bowl down, he reached for his fork and began to break his ravioli into smaller pieces, attention still focused on Charles though. "Then I shall refer to him as 'Doctor McCoy' and continue to call you 'Professor'. I would not want to seem like I am being disrespectful." He averted his eyes downward, teeth sinking into the side of his cheek, though it could not keep him quiet for long. "May I ask a ... possibly personal question?"

[OH! The Whitewolf game!! I tabletop from Werewolf of the same line. ^_^ I run an anime-focused LARP out of a convention near here and play in/help with a Harry Potter-esque Nordic LARP called Magischola. So how did you enjoy your first LARP?]

It was something Charles never tired of seeing. Perhaps it was an unconscious call back to when Raven became a part of his life, how she had been forced to be a thief and a liar to survive and how with a family, a real home, and a chance to be herself she had opened up to become the strongest woman he knew. It was the same with the children here. Sadly, so many of them came in that same sort of situation as Kurt had - afraid, bullied, confused, and sometimes far worse. To watch them slowly bloom into the way children should be, that open freeness, innocence, and joy... to watch them rebound and grow stronger, to find their feeet? That was the reason he did this.

"Of all people, I think Doctor McCoy would be the least concerned, but it's good to get into the practice. It shows respect." He was doing much the same, knife and fork working through the herbed chicken breast, when Kurt asked that last question. He paused, head coming up as he looked to the younger man. "As long as you understand I would have the right to not answer, if it's too personal." Permission, but at the same time, a cautious permission. Some things were better left unsaid, depending on where Kurt went with this.

[my roomie has done some werewolf stuff!! i was in a tabletop vampire: the masquerade game with her as the st, too. ohhh! that sounds like a lot of fun! i wish we had something like that, but the lazer center is all we have for our nerdy get-togethers. for now. XD oh, it was fantastic! i had a REALLY great time interacting with the people that i met.]

Nodding in agreement toward Charles' comment, the demon-eyed teen sat silent for a few long minutes, trying to decide if he should still ask his question. At times, he wished he had a switch that he could flip to shut down his natural inquisitiveness, but then that would be making things too easy and Kurt found that 'simple' was not a word used to describe his life. If he didn't come off as rude, he'd be pleasantly surprised because he wasn't sure how one went about discussing the topic he was about to present.

"I understand." He continued to hesitate though, taking a couple bites of his lunch for a distraction. Finally, after taking a drink of the water he'd got and jabbing at one of the strawberries with the prongs of his fork, he took a deep breath and oh-so-tentatively asked: "What, ah ... what happened to you?" Too vague. "I mean, for you to ... have to be in ..." he trailed off, absently motioning toward Charles' chair then dipping his head in mortification while hoping that he didn't sound too offensive.

[I'm glad you enjoyed it! One of us! One of us!! XD]

Well. Maybe he should have guessed the question that was coming from sheer deduction, but in reality, almost no one had asked that particular question of him. Those who knew, knew, and the rest usually assumed that he had always been as such. The very few who knew he hadn't always been had mostly kept their questions to himself. Even the question itself briefly brought up a brief feeling of the old twin serpents of anger and frustration before he pushed them aside. It was a question born of natural curiosity. No harm or insult was meant by it.

He took a few moments to himself, a slow few breathes as he thought on how to explain it, before he decided to play it lower than it was. This wasn't something he had willingly discussed with anyone since it had happened outside of Hank, for all of the mental issues that was probably causing. "Unfortunately, it was as the result of one of our very first major action as the X-Men."

His lips thinned as he shook his head briefly. "It will always be a dangerous thing to do, to wade into the fight, but it isn't something to be completely afraid of, either." He still fought, as much as he could, and would continue to do so.

Thanks to... himself, somewhere in a future now gone.

[i will HAPPILY become one of you XD]

A long moment of silence certainly wasn't the response he'd been expecting. Nonetheless, it made him wish he'd curbed his curiosity a little better and kept quiet on the matter. He opened his mouth as if he were going to tell Charles to not worry about it, but his tongue went dry and the words died in his throat. So much for that and trying to take it back was out of the question; it was a bit too late for that now.

Kurt pursed his lips together, teeth clenching behind them, the free hand resting in his lap curling into a loose fist. He silently watched his teacher, trying to decide if he'd stepped on any toes or not and the only time he relaxed again was when the man eventually responded. "I see," he uttered, eyebrows knitting together in contemplation. "The first group of X-Men, correct?" Raven had spoke of them on the warplane when they had gone to Cairo to retrieve Charles and battle En Sabah Nur.

Swallowing past the forming lump in his throat at that memory, he released his breath in a huff and nodded in agreement. "Approaching with caution is always a good idea, but ... never with fear, ja?"

At least, that's what he'd been telling himself after that battle.

[*CHEERS!*]

"The first group," he confirmed quietly. It hurt, still, to think on how proud they all had been, how ready they had been to make a difference in the world. They had tried, they had recruited... he thought of those young men and women who had died trying to do something they would be proud of. A sacrifice that shouldn't have had to be made. His eyes briefly focused on Kurt, studying his face. "How did you know of them?" Raven hadn't mentioned that little story when they were on the way to save his life, and that of the rest of the world's.

"Fear means doubt, it means a lack of understanding, it means reactions we wouldn't wish of ourselves. Caution, readiness, and trust in your fellow teammates... those are the things that will get you through the fight." He gave a brief, tight smile. "Something I hope the danger room is teaching you?" He kept his voice low on the question, but pushing a little towards a lighter thought.

[♥!]

At the time, he'd had so many questions to ask about the X-Men and what had happened to all of them, although such things were put aside with an upcoming battle. Dipping his head, Kurt twisted the fork through his ravioli, engrossed with the thoughts of the other mutants that had fought for them to live peacefully - many of whom had lost their lives because of it. He brought his attention back to Charles, vision half-obscured by the bangs hanging across the right side of his face. "Raven," he paused, wondering if that sounded too informal before correcting himself, "Miss Darkholme told us a bit about them on the ride to Cairo."

Fear was something he felt he would be working on pushing through for a long time, but more often than not, he knew that if he was alongside his teammates whenever trouble would arise, they would be able to get through anything they set their minds to. Like Charles had said: trust was definitely part of the team and from what he could tell, they were all doing well with that. He finally straightened back up, a slight lift in his own lips at the mention of training. "Ja! It's helped quite a bit, actually."

"Ah." That single sound that left Charles when Kurt disclosed his information source was full of information. There was a lack of surprise and a sound of almost dry humor contained within. Of course it had been Raven. 'A bit'. He wondered how much she had been willing to tell Kurt about them. Had she told him about the ones who had died? About Scott's brother? It was a subject that while it hurt to speak of, it wasn't one that should be held back. Their sacrifices couldn't be forgotten or they would be in vain.

"I missed your last session," a date with Moira had been worth it, "but Raven mentioned it had gone well. Personally, I think Hank is enjoying coming up with more and more ways to test your skills. I think he missed being able to get his hands dirty with the actual mechanics of things." He chuckled quietly, knowing it was all quite true. "There's another session scheduled for..." He hesitated, thinking quickly, "tomorrow night, I believe?" It was a session he would make sure to be there for.

"She spoke of how she had been afraid on her first mission. About being called 'the X-Men' ... How Havok, Scott's brother, had been a handful, but when the time came to fight, he was extremely brave. I asked what had happened to the other kids and ..." he trailed off, finally taking note of how easily he'd blurted all of that out. "I'm sure they all fought valiantly and to the best of their abilities." Hopefully, Raven would be all right with him telling Charles what she'd told them, though he didn't see why it would be a problem.

"You did!" Kurt teased gently, letting out a laugh afterward. "For a good reason, I am sure and if Miss Darkholme thinks it went well then it should be okay for me to say that it did. It's tiring, that's for sure, but I'm finding out that all of the new ways I can test my limits is thrilling." As long as they didn't end in over-exertion like when he'd teleported all of them off the plane. "Ja! Will you be there this time? I think I might have even learned a few things that could impress you." Not that the blue boy wanted to be a show-off or anything; he liked for his teachers to know that he was working hard and progressing instead of sitting in one spot or worse - regressing.

[One crazy birthday weekend later, I'm sick with a cold but life is good. XD Hope you're doing well!]

"Alex... was a man that would make anyone proud. He was brash, but he fought with nothing less than his heart." Alex might have been the person he felt the most guilt over after Erik, given that the young man had died in an attempt to save him. No, really, there was little more he could have done, but it didn't quite stop those feelings. The heart rarely tended to follow logic, and sometimes, neither did the mind.

"But we will put their work to training, mm?" Charles scooped up a forkful of mashed peas, pleased to hear that things were going well in the Danger Room, then. "I'm most curious to find out what you've been up to. I plan to be down there for your next session, so I hope to see the work of your efforts." But he paused, curious on another level of it. "Do you find the training too difficult? Too easy? Is there anything else you feel you need? Raven has been informing me about upgrades needed, but I mean for yourself personally. If we need to modify things to give everyone a proper training course, we would rather do that sooner than later."

[oh, was it your birthday?? happy birthday if so! (even if i'm late) 8') i'm doing better with some sleep under my belt today.]

"I regret not getting the chance to meet Alex myself. Scott speaks rather fondly of his brother, so if I catch him when he's in a talkative mood without pushing too much, I enjoy hearing about their time together." Kurt never brought up the subject unless his fellow teammate mentioned it; he didn't know what it was like to lose a sibling, but he knew the emotions that came with missing them. He always did his best to make sure that once the topic of discussion had been finished, Scott never left his company in a bad mood. So far, he'd been successful.

"Ja, absolutely!" Enthusiastic' and 'diligent' were two words that described how he approached anything in the Danger room and in tandem, the teleporter felt confident enough to face whatever challenge Raven, Hank or both had put together for him. Once he had finished what was on his plate, he pushed it to the side and picked up the bowl of fruit, popping a strawberry into his mouth, chewing, and swallowing before returning to the conversation. "There's been a lot of physical testing - things that have challenged my acrobatic and martial arts skills." Another piece of fruit down, he paused, tapping the prongs of his fork against his bottom lip in contemplation. "I would not say that the training is too easy nor is it too hard. There have been things that have pushed the limits, but I find satisfaction in the burn that I feel after a good day of practice. I have not fallen unconscious from teleporting too much, so that is a plus."

His brow furrowed, uncertainty clear on his face at Charles' mention of anything 'personal' that he might need. "I ... cannot say that I understand what you mean, Professor. I would not think that I need anything for myself in particular."

[It was - thanks! And good. sleep is goooooood. /needs more of it]

"It's better to help him remember the good times." He made a point to meet Kurt's eyes, making sure that the other understood he was serious, not just saying it. "Thank you for doing that. He needs someone to speak with on that sort of thing." With a warm smile, he eased it gently back properly out of that sad topic. He was a little slower in finishing his meal, one that he had to watch to a degree what he ate if he wanted to make sure he didn't gain from a lack of lower movement. Hank still kept him doing exercise.

"I only want to make sure you all have what you need to be able to train to your utmost. If there was something you'd want to help yourself, I would make sure you have it, that's all." He didn't want to worry Kurt too much with his offer. "I'm excited to see what you can do. You're quite a bit more dexterous than most... has Hank ever worked out against you?" Given that when he went blue, Hank was equally as athletic as Kurt in his opinion. It might be good for them both, and he thought he would speak to Raven on it later. She had very much taken charge in the fighting department, with his blessing.

[you're welcome!! yes. yes, it very much is ... /also needs more of it XD]

"As often as I can." When their gazes met again, he couldn't help the urge to turn away, fingers lifting to absently rub across the scars on his flushing face. "It's not a problem at all. I don't know exactly what he is going through, but I can at least offer my condolences and an open ear for when he wants to chat about it." Kurt silently thanked his teacher for returning the discussion to something more uplifting by looking back at him and offering an exuberant grin of his own; he didn't mind talking about such things, but he always felt like he was gossiping if the topic was about someone who wasn't there.

"Ah, okay! Currently, I don't think there is anything that I could think of for myself, although I will keep the offer in mind if I happen to come up with something." His entire face lit up at Charles' mention of his excitement to see him perform, the purple tint of his cheeks darkening at the compliment or at least, that's what he figured it was. "Not yet. I would be honored to practice hand-to-hand with Doctor McCoy. I'm sure he is far more versed in it than I am, but what a thrill!" Sparring with Raven had been a once a week thing and he had to admit that she definitely knew what she was doing when it came to engaging in fisticuffs.

[This cold is killing me... need all the sleepies. z____z]

The scars were a thing of wonder, but it was also something clearly personal as well. Had they come from the circus? From the mother who had left Kurt? From the man who had considered him a freak instead of the brilliant young man he was? They were beautiful and elegant, but spoke of a great deal of sacrifice to be carved into flesh as such. One day, he would ask that question and find out, but until it seemed the right time, it would remain a mystery. Perhaps one of the children would ask before him and he would find out by word of mouth. Gossip would never stop being a hot commodity in the school.

"I think I'll suggest it to him. Or worse, Raven." He winked, clearly having a bit of fun. "Once she gets the idea in her head, she'll manage to convince him. Really, it'll be good for you both. He's gotten quite good at it, but having someone to actively work against will sharpen you both." As it was with himself and Jean. The more they worked together, the faster they were both growing in their skills. Sometimes, though, it almost frightened him how rapidly this young woman was growing in her gifts. However, watching Kurt's excitement in being able to learn more was a pleasure to see, keeping that smile on his lips.

"Also, I wanted to try something with you in the near future." Their discussion had finally dislodged a mental note he had made to himself several days before. "I'm curious if it is possible to follow you-" he brought his fingers near his temples, indicating his own power, "when you teleport, something I've yet to actively try."

[get all of the sleepies you need!! sorry that i'm being slow - currently visiting a friend of mine! XD]

If Charles were to ask about the scars, the German mutant wouldn't be too keen on giving him the straightforward answer, although it was not in his nature to lie about anything. He found that when he spoke of the intricate swirls and whorls that decorated him from hairline to his ribs, he'd received strange looks, words of pity or, in the worst case scenarios, he had been scolded or made fun of. Explaining to people that ritual scarification was his way of repenting for sins of the past (or future) never seemed to go over well either. So far, many of the students chose to avoid the question and part of Kurt preferred it that way.

"Ach, not more training with Miss Darkholme!" he exclaimed, playfully dropping himself onto the table in mock exhaustion. "If she can convince him, I would gladly help Doctor McCoy with honing his skills a little more. The teleporting might be a nice change of pace for him." Really though, he reveled in the challenge of practicing against his mentors, knowing that they were all well-trained in combat. Not that he didn't like to practice alongside or against his fellow students - there was just something about pushing himself, striving to be better with each passing day and although they far surpassed him, training with Raven, Hank and even Charles gave him a swell of pride that he assumed other younger mutants felt at times, too.

"With me?" His head tipped to the side in curiosity, dual-toned strands draping across the table before he straightened himself back up to not seem rude. He perked once again when his teacher motioned to the side of his head, an enthusiastic grin tugging his lips back up, yellow eyes glittering as he focused them on Charles. "Ausgezeichnet! I wonder if that's possible ..."

[No being sorry. ^^ Hope you're having fun!]

While Charles was not the kind to give pity, scold, or make fun in such a situation, he could have, and did, understood Kurt's hesitation in wanting to speak on the scars. What he would have hoped was that there would be no further need to continue. Everyone had their methods to handle their pain and guilt, some more visible than others, but Charles could not insult any other in the face of how he had handled his own.

Kurt's reaction made him chuckle, earning the young man a 'sympathic' pat to his shoulder. "Yes, more training with Miss Darkholme. You will have to suffer under her hand, but perhaps working with Doctor McCoy would help ease your burden." He sounded amused even as he tried to sound serious about it, but had every plan to see if Hank would be willing to train with Kurt. It could be good for both of them, and perhaps slowly they could convince Hank to be less afraid of his own mutation. He sincerely doubted Hank would ever stop using the serum entirely, but he knew the other's feelings about it.

"Exactly. I'm quite curious about the science that might be tested with your ability, but more so if we will be able to track you either through the device set in your suit or through my mentally tracking you. We are, in essence, often testing a new field of existence when it comes to our powers, learning through experience and trial, in a manner that is safest for us and does not distrupt our lives. Learning to control our abilities and refine them is important, but so is our connections between our powers. We will be able to grow as a team in knowing how they work together."

[oh, i'm having a wonderful time! XD hectic, but totally worth it.]

He can tell that Charles most likely wants to ask about the scars - curiosity is easy for him to pick up on, considering it's something that he has plenty of experience in. As tempted as he is to let his teacher know that it would be okay to ask about them, his fangs sink into the side of his cheek, stifling any sort of comments about the markings for now. Better to leave that sort of discussion for another time, perhaps?

The 'consoling' touch on his shoulder made it hard for Kurt to continue with his dramatic reaction, those fangs easily reappearing in a vibrant smile. "As theatrical as I am acting, I truly appreciate all of the hard work she, you and Doctor McCoy put into training all of us. If not for any of you, we would probably be lacking any sort of control over our powers." Whatever he could do to help the other blue mutant, he was completely willing to try any and everything to aid in easing any fear that Hank might have about his mutation. Then, if he was lucky enough to get a chance to, maybe he'd be able to inquire about that serum.

"... there's a tracking device in my suit?" Well, that was something new to him or he might have been informed and just completely forgotten. There were far too many of those moments for his liking at times. "I can't say for sure if you will be able to track me, whether through some form of technology or through telepathy, but I will happily test whatever you need me to if it means perfecting our teamwork. A strong, solid bond between all of us is important."

[Still at your friends? How was it or is it? ^_^ I did my first ever 5k this weekend - it was crazy! (I am not happy about waking up at 6:30AM on a Sunday though...) Got so much done this weekend but I'm exhausted. I need a weekend away from my weekend! XD]

"I went through those years with no concept of how to truly control my powers; my goal is to make sure that others don't have to be forced to live that alone, not when there are people who can help. No one should have to go through that." He could all too well remember those days, believing that he was slowly losing his mind as more and more voices came in and out of his mind. The day he finally figured out it wasn't just his mind but he was hearing other people had been a relief as much as it was terrifying. Who could he tell as a child? His somewhat distant parents? His school? No. It had been a journey he had made mostly alone - until he met Raven and learned he wasn't alone.

"It's something Doctor McCoy has been working on. It will give us a general location if we can get close enough." This was far before the days of high tech, but what Hank was creating was often far more advanced than even some of the military. They had a vast range the devices could be tracked on a unique signal. "We want to make sure that if something should happen... we can find one another in the future." Given that they had been unable to find Charles and the panic it had caused, something needed to change and Hank had quickly worked to rectify that. "We can give this a go sometime in the near future and I am going to be very interested in the results. I have a few possible theories of how your abilities function but this testing will validate or discredit those."

[yes, i am! i'll be going home today though and i must admit, i will be happy to sleep in my own bed tonight and cuddle my kitties. :> wow! sounds like you had a super busy weekend! (i would HATE having to get up that early on a sunday :c) i chased around three children and took care of two babies XD i definitely know that feeling!]

"It must have been hard to go through life, thinking you were the only one out there that had this amazing ability. The fact that you have taken that and created this school so others do not have to go through it proves that something great can come from past struggles." The circus had been a safe-haven for him and his adoptive family; he didn't know if there had been other mutants there aside from them, but he knew that if someone found out about their powers, they would not be judged because of it. Having to flee because of the change in owners had been more than heart-breaking for him and Kurt still felt a small amount of resentment toward himself for being selfish, regardless of the fact that it meant the possibility of death. Surely, they wouldn't have wanted him to be gone from their lives completely.

"How brilliant! That's going to help out a lot for missions where we might have to go in separate groups." Or, in a worst case scenario, something happening like when Charles had been kidnapped by Apocalypse and his group. Really, it felt like some form of sheer luck that they'd been able to get onto the helicopter, infiltrate that base, figure out Charles' whereabouts, and have a plane to get all the way to Egypt. Tracking devices in their suits would ease quite a bit of stress if a situation like that were to ever arise again. "Well, you know the times that I am free and the fact that I will be eagerly awaiting this testing." He drew a hand up to his chin, humming quietly in thought. "Color me intrigued. How do you think my powers work?"

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Re: Kurt and Charles

Re: Kurt and Charles

Re: Kurt and Charles