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Post by Kurt Wagner on Jul 11, 2013 20:37:16 GMT -5
Kurt had been settling back in to the mansion quite well, after taking some personal time away to reflect on his status as a mutant and his desire to become a member of the clergy he had missed out on the "fun" that the X-Men had been having recently, and he was quite sad to hear about the losses, and assumed losses that they had suffered. It was for this reason that he had decided to stick around, though he didn't have much faith in himself Logan had been instrumental in making him feel like a valued member of the team. However, Kurt believed that if he was to really be a valued member, he ought to be in shape so he had decided that he would make use of the Danger Room as nobody in particular had reserved the use of it.
'It should be interesting to see how I have lost zhe touch or not.' he thought to himself as he programmed in a desired training program which set up a rather elaborate assault course. With a smile Kurt also hit another button and rock music from a band called "Skillet" started playing on the PA as the athletic mutant began to attack the course.
Kurt ran forwards and skipped through some tires with pure ease, he then ran up a wall and flipped over it without even breaking a sweat. As he came down the other side he grabbed on to some monkey bars using his feet to traverse them instead of his hands before scaling a rope to the ceiling of the Danger Room where a trapeze awaited him and he swung from it with a broad smile on his face, but then......a memory flashed to his mind...
-The circus.....his step-brother.....and his blood on Kurts hands.-
The momentary break in his concentration forced Kurt to slip from the trapeze and start to plummet towards the floor. Kurt was not in control of his faculties in that instant as the darkest moment from his past haunted him once again, just as the floor rushed towards the poor German he closed his eyes and *BAMF!* he appeared just above the large crash mat a few feet away and landed with a thump. He lay there for a second as he tried to catch his breath.
"Oh mein gott, zhat could have ended badly!"
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Jul 14, 2013 0:09:35 GMT -5
Outfit
Torture. Terry was in complete torture. She could barely talk without shattering glass or worse ensnaring someone with her voice. But on top of that she couldn't sing without it happening. If life had done anything else she could have dealt with it. But to take away her only gift and pleasure was just plain cruel. So she had taken to going to the Danger Room whenever possible to both practice talking to people as well as relieve her need for a musical outlet. Her boots clicked ominously on wooden floors as she quietly made her way there. All the while she flipped through her mp3 player wondering what she should pour her soul into today. She missed home, honestly, so passing the Celtic Woman's version of Danny Boy she had to listen to it. While technically it had been written by an Englishman it still made her dream of Ireland.
She held the melody in her mind, doing her best not to hum just yet. There were still people in earshot. She needed the noise cancelation of the Danger Room for this song especially. So when she rested her hand on the knob the smile that tugged at her lips was so incredibly anxious she could barely contain herself. She swung the door open, her mouth opening as it closed behind her. But she quickly staunched the note that nearly burst fourth as she realized the room was currently in use. It was like walking into a training ground and at first she was confused, not seeing anyone.
Until she looked up.
And watching him move with such ease so high up was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was like she could, for a moment, pretend to be as free as he was. That is until he slipped from the trapeze and started falling towards the ground. She panicked for a short moment, but he vanished in a splash of smoke, reappearing above the mat. She blinked at him from afar, still letting what just happened register in her brain. She had seen some pretty amazing gifts here at Xaviers but it was still surprising when demonstrated with such ease. That kind of control made her envious. Still she tentatively moved towards him, her boots announcing her arrival just a tad before they brushed the cushioned mat.
"A-are ye alrigh'?" She squeaked in her Irish accent, wincing as the lights above them flickered in response. Her blue eyes glanced upward, praying they didn't shatter. She hadn't shattered fixtures in a few weeks.. But fearing for someones life had a way of amplifying her gift. She knelt down next to him, holding out a hand. "Theresa Cassidy.." She said softly, nearly whispering. |
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Aug 7, 2013 17:22:02 GMT -5
Kurt's fall somehow remained ever so slightly graceful. The skills he'd honed over years in the circus never really leaving but being pushed to the rear of his mind. He was laying on the matt looking up when he heard the click, click, click of the boots on the floor. Surprised to find someone else in here he poked his head up only to be met with a beautiful sight. If his skin could show him blushing he'd be bright red right now.
"Ah...I am quite fine. Danke." Kurt smiled up at her, his eyes flicking up to the lights for just a second as they flickered, assuming that somebody must have flicked the wrong switch somewhere in the school. "I am....meinen....name, is Kurt. Kurt Wagner. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Ever the gentlemen, Kurt rose to his feet and extended his hand to Theresa, happy to meet someone who didn't run away from him at first sight. Maybe things really would be different at Xavier's?
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Aug 8, 2013 20:20:17 GMT -5
"I thought per'aps ye migh' be. Yer gift es magnificent!" She said quietly, her eyes looking up at the lights. She was pleased they hadn't dimmed at all this time. Maybe she was getting a handle on things after all. Tory had been helping her "practice" control. She smiled shyly as he introduced himself, his accent giving her hope that perhaps she and Tory weren't the only people from across the pond. It had been nice to room with another person aching for home. She wondered, then, if Kurt did as well. He stood, and she followed pursuit, placing her small pale hand in his. Her eyes drifted to their joined hands a moment as she shook it and released him. He certainly was a more noticeable mutant. Terry couldn't imagine how that had been like among what people considered normal.
She found it suited him.
The redhead looked down at her feet, slightly blushing at the thought. "P-Pleasure es mine, Kurt." She said quietly, her voice hitching and the lights reacting. But much less compared to when she'd thought he might have been hurt. Terry awkwardly stood there a moment, unsure what to say or if she even could have a polite conversation with him without ensnaring, or worse, hurting him. After feeling like she'd probably made the situation far too awkward she looked back at his face, her green eyes lingering on his. Her brows came together in an apologetic gesture. Not only was she staring but she was at a loss as to what she said. Finally she mussed up some courage and said possibly the most ridiculous thing she could have.
"So.." She said softly, her eyes once again looking up to check the lights. Alright. This was good. She wasn't causing any problems yet. As long as she could hold her concentration maybe she could have a normal conversation for once. "Come 'ere often?" She ended and promptly covered her face with a pale hand. Could she have been any more awkward? It was, however, a legitimate question. After all she was in the danger room quite often, never had she run into him. And she would definitely remember if she had. You didn't easily forget a so blatantly obvious mutant. |
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Aug 12, 2013 19:27:51 GMT -5
Kurt's eyes beemed with delight at actually having a conversation with someone outside of the X-Men team he had served as a member of. It wasn't easy for him to talk to strangers despite his happy go lucky nature. He smiled at Theresa and his eyes glowed. "Nein....I assure you. Zhe pleasure ist mein."
He was in gentlemen mode, which was the majority of the time, unless he was in swashbuckling mode. He was very happy that the Cassidy girl was talking to him and despite her nervous nature he sensed an awful amount of power and confidence about her. He stepped into the middle of the danger room, extending his hand a little towards here.
"I have been away for a while, but I do find myself here quite a lot of zhe time, especially when I feel I need to work on my skills." with a glint in his eyes he smirked at Theresa and raised his eyebrows looking up to the trapeze. "Vould you like to try? he was still beeming at her, the playful almost mischevious look never leaving his face.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Aug 13, 2013 4:42:42 GMT -5
Terry still held that hand to her face, feeling like a complete fool. She had once been so carefree. She had sung. She had danced. She had joked and lived as any other child. But when her gift manifested all of that had changed. The young redhead had delved deep within herself and grown shy. She feared even the smallest of conversation. She longed to be able to stand in front of a crowd and bewitch them without actually bewitching them. She let that hand fall to her side as Kurt spoke, her blue eyes glancing upwards. She nodded as he spoke, and her gaze drifted upwards. He was lucky to have a gift that could save him from the certain death of falling. Otherwise his magnificent fun would be far more dangerous.
Terry let her eyes find his face again and she mind. "We shall'ave te set up a schedule." She chuckled softly, nearly clamping her hand over her mouth. How long had it been since she'd been able to laugh without harming someone? She couldn't quite remember. Had she laughed with Tory? Surely she had. Entranced by her confusing thoughts she hadn't noticed his movements. As he asked her if she'd like to try Terry shook a little bit. She took a step towards his outstretched hand. Her pale fingers reached for his, hesitated in midair, and then met the warmth of his palm. She smiled at him, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Aye. T'would be an adventure no lass could turn down." She said softly, moving closer to him. She gripped his hand, looking up at the trapeze in both eagerness and slight fear. How would it feel to simply appear up there? Would it hurt? Surely it couldn't hurt if he did it with such ease. "Do I nee't'be closer?" She asked softly, unsure if she wanted to be or not. Terry liked boys, but she hadn't ever tried to earn their affection. She knew she could ensnare one if she could control her powers. But where was the honesty there. She didn't want to falsify something like that, it was already too intimate.
Her mind wandered a moment before her hand squeezed his slightly. She was nervous about this. She'd never been so high in her life, lest she was in a plane. "T'won't hurt righ?" She asked sheepishly, her voice shaking a bit. Still the fixtures did not burst or dim. She was doing good. |
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Aug 30, 2013 6:28:19 GMT -5
Kurt couldn't help but gaze into Theresa's beautiful blue eyes. The irish girl seemed so nice, and Kurt wasn't used to people being so friendly with him, let alone a beautiful girl. He felt his heart flutter a little when she took his hand, and it made his smile spread ever so slightly. His eyes beamed from the dark face of his. "A schedule could be arranged, I shall have to give you my cell phone number, zhat is if you wish?" he cocked a cheeky smirk at her, clearly Kurt was flirting with her.
He bowed his head as she stepped in towards him, there still being a slight gap between them. He listened to her as she spoke, he wasn't sure - because his interactions were quite limited, but he had a feeling that Theresa was flirting with him, and filled him with a sense of bravado. Holding her arm, he pulled her closer to him, making her place a hand on his chest as they both pressed against each other. "It isn't needed, but it does feel much better, nein?"
Kurt glanced at Theresa, with a broad smile across his face, one hand holding her hand, and the other around her waist. He looked right into her eyes. "Neing mein liebling, it vill not hurt a bit!" and with a wink, Kurt focused on the both of them and BAMF! the two of them appeared near the top of the Danger Room on the platform where the trapeze was waiting for them. "Please, allow me...." Kurt repositioned himself so that Theresa could hold onto him, however she felt safest, before they took to the air.
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