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[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]

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April is hurrying back to the library because she accidentally forgot her journal there. She slows down, though, when she sees the figure stalking toward her. All her New York City girl instincts immediately kick in as she looks around for anyplace more secure-feeling than the otherwise empty road--of course trying to look as casual as possible while doing so.]

[Action] - Battle of the AUs

[schwayginnis.livejournal.com]

[Something was off. He could sense it in the air as easily as he could feel the flow of the town. Something dark was out and about...too bad they had never seen him. Peering about, Terry flipped up his hood, the red bat ears stretching up the back of his head. He might not have that fancy batsuit that was in his closet on, but had come prepared with the utility belt, few of those collapsing batarangs holstered underneath his coat, and the fold-out staff tucked into his pocket, clutched tightly in hand. Grayson had been a good teacher...hopefully it would pay off tonight. Pulling the red bandana around his neck up over his face, Terry sprang up the side of a building and onto the rooftop, watching down below. Time to go to work.]

[Action]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Is someone there?

[Action]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She was just heading back to her apartment that evening because it was getting late and she'd better avoid her lady-friends anyway when she started to get that feeling that someone else was in the area. Not that it was strange, but it wouldn't hurt to keep her eye out anyway--especially considering the time of day.

...Maybe it's her imagination. >_>]

[Action]

[phasingly.livejournal.com]

[That evening, Kitty's on her way back from some quiet "me" time at the library. Everything in their little family of mutants seems to be toning down. At least Kurt isn't four inches tall and giving her heart attacks anymore. And so far, she's come out of this unscathed. She can't really say much for the rest of the town, since it's really starting to feel like she lives in one big TV sitcom meets circus sideshow act, but she's trying her best to count her blessings.

She's alone, walking down the path toward home by the glow of the streetlights when she sees a familiar figure out the corner of her eye. It's his walk, more than anything, that catches her attention. But it's odd. This person is shaped like Kurt and walks like Kurt, but carries himself in a completely unnerving way.

When she sees him duck into the bar, she can't resist her curiosity. That couldn't be Kurt, right? She just has to check.

So she jogs off after him and enters the bar, standing hesitantly in the doorway. She's sixteen. She shouldn't be in a bar. And he's seventeen, so he definitely shouldn't be either. So she'll just scan the room, make sure she was just hallucinating, then hurry home before it got much colder.

Okay, mysterious figure, show yourself.]