bamfing | Acht - [Action/Voice]

[One minute, Kurt was in the middle of hanging out in his room in the evening, literally upside down, reading through a book. The next, he suddenly found himself wondering why he was wasting time with books. Landing on the ground, he tosses the book aside and regards himself in a nearby mirror. He's in the same ragged clothing he's used to. He pulls the hood over his face, obscuring his features, and teleports out of the room.

After the sun goes down, a hooded figure will be prowling through the streets. His walk is a little odd, as he walks only on his toes. His tail lashes about freely behind him, often latching around objects to forcefully pull them down. He doesn't care much for regular humans, so any he comes across are likely to get a scowl. Although his face cannot be seen under the hood, his eyes will light up whenever he spots someone. He's also out to do some thievery, particularly whatever can be looted from outside a window without needing to go in. Or maybe he'll just drop by the bar and see if he can't get himself something to drink. It's not like the bartenders will withhold alcohol from something that doesn't even look human, right?

After getting bored, he decides to leave a message on the journals. Notably, his voice lacks the usual soft spoken German accent, but is now a harder, northern American accent.]

I'm getting sick of this hole. What's there to do around here for some real fun?

((ooc: AU information here. Yes, he'll be answering to a different name. He remembers Luceti and the people he's met here, although naturally these memories are a bit twisted. Also, if you want to let him steal anything, let me know. He'll be sure to give it back once he's his old self. Also, no special alt journal! Use your ~imagination~ to see him as looking a lot grungier than usual. He isn't in uniform.))

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[Batman flipped backward, springing back to his feet in a crouch. With one hand behind his back, he withdrew a batarang, feeling the wings snap out with a soft -shink-.] Shoulda stayed in whateva' circus you escaped from, dreg!

Like you're one to talk!

[He's not worried about the batarang and charges again, his tail thrashing behind him.]

[He let the batarang fly, already pulling a Bat vanish into the shadows.]

[It doesn't connect, as he once again vanishes. Where does he appear? Mot on the roof. He seems to have picked a different destination, out of sight.]

[Damn. Damn damn damn damn DAMN! Where the hell is he?! Terry searched about the roof, looking every way for the teleporter. Okay, think, Terry, think. Metahuman powers always have limits, this guy is no exception. What would Bruce see? Leaves an obvious smoke trace, makes that stupid sound, has to have a limitation on distance and destination. DAMMIT, shoulda brought the suit!

Wait...he's looking for an easy target. He tried breaking into the house but didn't 'port into it. He's got to know where he's trying to teleport to. So...he's got to be somewhere in the area. Terry retrieved the fallen batarang, collapsing it down before tucking it back into its sheath. Time to get back on patrol. Knowing this guy, he'll be trying to land a score soon enough. With that, Batman leaped onto the fire escape and hopped over to the far edge, looking over before jumping a window sill on the next building over.]

[Kurt was just waiting for the right opportunity. The Bat ends up passing near Kurt, who is concealed in the dark, pressed up against the wall. When his back is exposed, Kurt moves into action, now armed with a lead pipe. As quietly as he can manage, he swings towards Terry. Whether it connects or misses, he immediately teleports again, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke for him to choke on.]

[He dodged to the side out of instinct, the pipe striking his left shoulder.] FRAK! [He fell forward, barely grabbing hold of the fire escape. Straining from the deep, numbing sensation running through his arm, he pulled himself up. 'Work through the pain!' the old man's voice shouted in his head. God, what could he do against a 'porter? It had to tire the guy out somewhat to keep doing that, but there was only so much that Batman could take. Gotta trip him up, ruin his concentration. Reaching into a utility belt pouch, he withdrew a small grenade. Don't have many of them in the suit, gotta make it count. He groaned loudly, clutching his wounded arm and curling inward.]

[He doesn't attack again, this time hanging off the edge of the building, still shadowed by the night. He begins to speak lowly, only just loud enough to hear.]

What did you think would happen, trying to fight a demon of the night?

[His accent fell away, his voice growing cold and serious as the grave as he depressed and held down the switch on the grenade.] You have no idea what demons really are. Come and get me...HUMAN.

[This time his voice comes from another direction, having teleported again.]

Believe me, I know all about demons.

Sounds like your just mad because you didn't get a date to prom! [He pulled himself up, the pain in his arm present but shoved aside in his mind. Work through it...] You think your better than the rest? HAH! That's a laugh! But don't worry, guy, you're only human!

[Now you're just being nasty. He attacks again, this time appearing in Terry's own personal space, crouched and sweeping a kick at Terry's feet to trip him up.]

[Gotcha. He releases the trigger on the grenade, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could as he slammed it against the "Nightcrawler." A blinding flash explodes outward, suddenly lighting the side of the building up like high noon in the summer. This guy has to see to be able to 'port correctly, Terry figured, blinding him even if temporarily would have to trip him up at least some. If not...waste of a perfectly good flashbomb.]

Gah! [He's blinded and flails around, lashing out in front of him at first. But discipline quickly kicks in. He could fight like this - but there's no need. He can teleport to places he's been... or places he's been before. So that's what he does. He suddenly vanishes.]

[Terry opened his eyes and quickly fell into the hunter instincts. The wannabe burglar had poofed away, but now he would be stuck trying to blink away world's second largest white spot. His night vision would be fried for now and he'd have to go to ground to recover. Quickly, Batman scaled up the remainder for the fire escape to the rooftop to perform a quick cursory survey. He might not have caught the guy, but he could live with at least putting him out of commission for the night.]

[... or at least until he runs into Kitty Pryde. But for now, consider hims disabled.]

[After doing a thorough scan over of the area from the rooftop, Terry let out a sigh and leaned against the rooftop exit, wincing at the jolt of pain but chuckling roughly under his breath.] Gotcha, ya' frakker.
[His shoulder would be throbbing and more than swollen with a black bruise come morning, but he got the job done. One thing that was universal: whether super, meta, or mutant, criminals always had an ego to protect. Terry McGinnis was just the one who was willing to go far enough to jab at it.

He slowly undid the bandana from his face and removed his hooded shirt, facing the cold night air momentarily as he turned it inside out, hiding the red emblem. Zipping it back up, he opened the door to the apartment complex proper and stepped in from the cold. Maybe now he could finally get some shut eye.]

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