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[bamfing]

[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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[Action]

[touchofrogue]

[That. Ain't. Kurt.

Putting the gloves back on is methodical, calming. Breathe in, breathe out, force that psyche back. She doesn't want to dig deeper into Graydon's memories. She doesn't want to waste her time with things that aren't real.

But oh - he hates her. Hates her. She can feel it coiling around her insides like a boa constrictor doused in slime. It's worse because -

- because even though it isn't real, she knows it's true.

She has to shut it down, maintain her calm or her anger - keep them back, focus. She tugs the last glove on tighter. Locked and loaded. She's the Rogue.]

Let's get this over with. [Approaching to touch both of them again, Rogue gets ready to BAMF them to the tunnel entrance.]

[Action]

[phasingly.livejournal.com]

[That quick, familiar lurch and they're there, staring down the gaping mouth of the tunnel. It's dark and not all that welcoming, but Kitty doesn't let it faze her. She grabs Kurt's arm and slings it over her shoulders, waiting for Rogue to do the same before she tries to lift him. It should be easier to carry him this way, with his weight divided evenly between them, even if they might have to drag him a little.

And all this time, she's studying Rogue, trying to figure out just what the heck she might be thinking. Honestly, she's coming up blank.]

How long do you think it'll be until he wakes up? I have no idea how long these tunnels are.

[Action]

[touchofrogue]

[What is Rogue thinking? Right now she's thinking that 'Graydon' is really freaking heavy and that the punch he landed on his side with all of his weight plus the force of gravity is making it really hard to breathe quietly and steadily.]

Long enough. I made sure he'd be out of it for a while.

[Let's see... where did those memories say the cells were? ...oh right, this way.]