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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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Would I be out here waitin' to talk to ya if I didn't? I gather we ain't exactly close where you come from.

[He snorts at that.] No. You turned against us, joined the X-Men.

[Heh. Good.

But now's not the time for a philosophical discussion.]

But you still call me your sister.

[He snickers at that.]

But you're not my sister. You're not anyone. You didn't belong with the Brotherhood... you still don't belong with the X-Men.

[The word 'sister' is more an insult than any kind of familial attachment.]

[And she laughs. It's a cold sound, and not one Kitty might expect from her.]

Oh, I know where I belong.

[He's right. You don't--

Shove it.]

And at least you know my name. Why don't you let me tell you about Kurt, Graydon. Darkholme, is it? Are you Mystique's little good boy?

[That's drawled and said as if speaking tauntingly to a child. She's not willing to give up having the bench at her back just yet, but she does roll back one of her gloves.]

Does she use you like a glove? Do ya kiss up ta her, like Pietro does with Magneto?

Pietro? He's a coward. [He may be fast and the son of Magneto, but just like the rest of the Brotherhood, Pietro is intimidated by both Darkholmes. Her taunting angers him, so he does it right back to her.]

My mother knows what's best. She's never used me. She's never had to. Not like you, Marie. [Just a tool... a tool that was used to bring back Apocalypse, no less. But he's not about to mention that or the fact his mother is still frozen in stone.]

Edited 2010-12-04 19:47 (UTC)

[Marie. It's not right, but it's close, and the fact that it is so close, that he would dare-- it gets her up on her feet and she's peeling off the other glove too. Stupid move, to stand up, but this is where it was going the whole time anyway.]

She knows what's best? And I'm sure that bein' turned into stone and unleashin' the Apocalypse was all part of a 'Master Plan!' She's usin' you, and you don't even know it. Ya ever try 'thinking for yourself?' Lemme tell ya, it's a real treat.

[So predictable, Rogue. You want to knock him out with your bugzapper powers. He grins at seeing that he's succeeding in getting under her skin. This is one reason why, even though she'd pulling her gloves off, he's putting his on. All that's exposed of his is his face and tail. He doesn't need his tail to fight her, not when he knows her so well, so he curls it around his waist.]

I don't need to be lectured by you about thinking for myself. [He suddenly BAMFs, reappearing behind her, now crouched on the back of the bench. He raises one hand and taps the side of his head.] I only have one person doing all my thinking for me.

[Rogue growls, a remarkably Logan-like sound and - seeing that he's wrapping around his tail and putting on his gloves, she takes her jacket off too. It's cold, but she's just wearing a tanktop underneath. Try it, Blue Boy. Go on and focus on the immediate threat.

She crouches down.] Yeah. I know. And you'll do whatever she says. [She scoffs.] You're nothing compared ta him. Ya think she loves you? Trainin' ya to murder and taunt, teachin' ya ta hate? Let me tell you who she really loves, Graydon. [Rogue isn't even seeing her brother at all anymore. It's all about the enemy. Heh. It's all in the family.] She loves Kurt.

Edited 2010-12-04 20:17 (UTC)

There is no Kurt!

[And that there tears it. The bench falls back underneath his weight as he suddenly leaps towards her in what anyone could tell was an amateur move at best.

But that's only because he vanishes before he connects, just leaving a puff of smoke to appear in her face, while at the same time, he appears on the ground, crouched, and sweeping a kick aimed at her legs.

But even then, he won't stay in that position, because whether she falls or not, he appears a few feet above her, with a take down punch with the added force of gravity behind it.]

Edited 2010-12-04 20:18 (UTC)

[From her crouch, she prepares to grab hold of him as he leaps towards her - she hadn't thought he'd make it so easy - and that's why when he suddenly reappears to kick at her feet she's expecting it, and manages to clear the kick - just barely.

But he's fast, so fast, and he's coming down on top of her while she's still in the air from her jump. She's no teleporter. But she throws herself further backwards in an attempt to aid gravity, hoping to go from landing on her feet to an awkward back-handspring. It won't work.]

[He has to give her credit for doing as well as she's doing. Not that he's thinking that or would ever do so. For most people, that one-two-three would be enough to knock them out. But his fist may not have hit her head, but her stomach is not to be so lucky, which is why he carries through with the attack rather than teleporting to a more advantageous position.]

[It connects, and she cries out in pain as the air leaves her body in a woosh. She lands with her hands under her and the unfamiliar sensation against her skin stings just as much as the wrong landing, and she immediately moves to roll into a crouch.]

[It's only too satisfying to know it connects. He's been wanting to do this to Rogue for a long time, especially after the events surrounding Apocalypse. He might have loved his mother, but he hated the fact she held him back from dealing with his so-called sister. Well, now Mystique wasn't here to save her, was she?

Kurt is already gone, now behind her, and aiming his knee to connect with the side of her head.]

[Right, like she's going to just stay crouched there as if she's fighting Blob or something. She knows all-too-well the preference of a teleporter to attack from behind, and she's already turning, continuing the roll from her crouch.

It's the only thing that saves her. Instead of trying to dodge it completely, lifting up to block, or falling to the ground, Rogue springs forward with her hands outstretched. If his kick connects, it will hit the same side he punched before, but it should give her just enough time to make a grab for his tail. If he teleports, she'll tuck into a somersault and quickly roll forward.]

[It's only too obvious what she's trying to do. There's no way she can beat him in a straight fight, as far as he's concerned. Especially when he's teleporting. So the kick never connects, she just has some more brimstone to choke on instead.

What she gets to deal with instead this time is not him going for an attack, but from behind attempting to grab her by the shoulders. Not to throw her or attack her. Oh no.

He wants to take her for a ride.]

[Again with the behind her. And the instant she feels his hands on her shoulders she knows -- oh hell no, this isn't good.

The elbow to the solar pelexus, he's probably expecting. But the headbutt? That probably has a good chance of success.]

[He was a moment from BAMFing when suddenly a hard head suddenly hits his nose. He immediately backs off, cradling his nose, before teleporting a distance away so he can cradle the now bleeding nose. His eyes remain flared up and glowing now. Oh, he's very angry now.]

[Standing is good but he's still too far off.]

Ya can dish it but ya can't take it, huh? [And she spits on the ground. Moving into a ready crouch.] Typical.

[Those eyes - they haven't stopped glowing. He's very angry which means she's very screwed unless she can use this anger to her advantage, make it so he can't think. Damn, this is going to hurt.] Did ya think I'd make it that easy for ya? Or do you only fight girls when they're just tryin' ta talk to ya. Kurt wouldn't have been surprised.

[Because this would never happen, with him. Because-] He's twice the person either of us are.

[He drops his hands. Oh, he can handle the pain, especially now that he's assessed the damage. He lets the blood bleed and stain his fur.]

I don't give a damn about your Kurt. Why should I care? What makes him so special?

[She doesn't drop her guard, not for an instant. Will he stand and talk long enough for Kitty to grab him? Or will she have to try to make him come closer. She's freezing and hurting and tired, and this is Kurt's--Graydon's battlefield.]

I don't know. Maybe he was born that way. Or maybe it was because he was raised by parents who actually loved him. Maybe it was because Mystique loved him enough to leave him the hell alone. You claim you're not a tool? She trained you to be a killer. She threw you in a war. Mamas who love their sons? Let them have as much of a normal life as they can. Man, if you hate me, you'd really hate Kurt. Mystique loved him so much she actually realized what a shitty mother she was and left him to a better life than she could ever provide.

[He remains like an animal ready to pounce, already crouched. He's already planning his next move. He could finish her off in a few moves, easily. But add a weapon and she'd be way, way easier to take down. No chances for mistakes. No accidental contact.

Her words are unnerving, though. He refuses to think of Mystique in that way.]

We were both thrown in a war. She taught me how to defend myself against the people who would see me imprisoned or dead. She abandoned your Kurt, leaving only the X-Men to protect him. My mother taught me how to survive.

No. Our mother [And she throws the 'our' in there just to piss him off] taught ya how to beat up little girls and blow up schoolkids. What have you ever done to make mutants the slightest bit safer? Tell me, Graydon, 'cause I'd really like to know.

[She crouches lower, ready to spring forward, but just appearing as if she's getting ready to face his next attack. Please be in place, Kitty.] Come on - any time, now!

[Now would be the signal word. Come on, Shadowcat.]

[She has no idea what to think of half of the stuff they're fighting about, but it's taking every ounce of her control to just sit there and watch her friends tear each other apart like wild animals.

She's almost relieved when she hears her cue. She prays they can finally end this craziness.

Her heart thundering madly in her chest, Kitty sucks in a breath and phases through the ground, pushing through the molecules of rock and dirt until she gets to where she remembers seeing Kurt last. Her head surfaces just long enough to catch her breath, and she reachs out and try to grab a hold of Kurt's ankles, intent on pulling him downward until he's buried knee-deep in the ground.]

It's not about what I've done, it's about what I'll-

[Before he can finish, he suddenly finds his feet half buried. He hesitates. That will be his mistake. Can he teleport while half phased like that? His instincts tell him he should be fine, but there's that moment of doubt that keeps him from immediately vanishing.]

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