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Sechzehn - [Action/Accidental Video]
[May 12th. Do you know what that is? Well, it's the publication month of Nightcrawler's comic debut and the last two digits of the year, 1975, added up to make the day. It's Kurt's birthday! He's eighteen. Kind of. Sort of. He arrived in Luceti in roughly the same month as it was back home, so while it may be a few days off of being a real year since his last birthday, it's close enough!
So he's got things to do today. And what with Rogue being family she gets to be a part of it. After school and the Brigade meeting/slave labor, there's some cake at home - made by Rogue even. And then he'll manage to use her good will to talk her into some Battle Dome times. Although it's not exactly his preferred genre, he convinces her to play out a classic Western in the Dome, playing as sheriff and deputy against some bandits. (Yeah, he's the sheriff.) Too bad he pretty much has no sense of aim at all with a gun, even if it is a simulated one.
Dinner? That's at Seventh Heaven. He's hoping he can order some good old classic burger bomb and cheese fries.. The more Fast Food-esque, the better. He'll probably have to settle for them being cooked well and being real food. Well, no one said Luceti was perfect. Sometimes you just can't get the greasy fast food you want.]
[After that, at the Rec Center, they'll just play some good old fashioned games. Kurt's pretty good at air hockey, but he soon discovers Rogue is waaaay too good at pool. Which leads to him trying to press his natural advantage as he BAMFS and hangs from the ceiling above the table, trying to make a very tricky while upside down. And wouldn't you know it, before he teleported, he stepped back on his school bag and knocked his journal out and open to start recording.]
--what do you think you're doin'?
What does it look like? I'm trying to make a shot!
That is cheatin', Kurt. Get your butt back down here. That is no way ta play pool.
It's not cheating! I'm still hitting the ball with the stick, yeah? It's totally fair!
Part of the game is working the angles from the ground.
Come on, that is so lame!" [He bamfs back to the ground.] "There's no way I can hit it like this.
Sure ya can. Ya just need ta work the angles an' hit the ball right." ... "An' loosen up on that stick. You're holding it too tight.
[Reluctantly Kurt gives in. He still needs to go over the balls, so while he aims with one hand, he steadies the other end of his pool stick... with his tail. Over his head.]
Kurt!
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touchofrogue. Hit 'em up at any of the locations or just do the journal thing if you want. For the Battle Dome, you can run into 'em before or after they play out the scenario (or just sit up in the viewing area and watch it.) Also, housemates and fellow Brigade members would probably already know it's his birthday, but not so much others.))
So he's got things to do today. And what with Rogue being family she gets to be a part of it. After school and the Brigade meeting/slave labor, there's some cake at home - made by Rogue even. And then he'll manage to use her good will to talk her into some Battle Dome times. Although it's not exactly his preferred genre, he convinces her to play out a classic Western in the Dome, playing as sheriff and deputy against some bandits. (Yeah, he's the sheriff.) Too bad he pretty much has no sense of aim at all with a gun, even if it is a simulated one.
Dinner? That's at Seventh Heaven. He's hoping he can order some good old classic burger bomb and cheese fries.. The more Fast Food-esque, the better. He'll probably have to settle for them being cooked well and being real food. Well, no one said Luceti was perfect. Sometimes you just can't get the greasy fast food you want.]
[After that, at the Rec Center, they'll just play some good old fashioned games. Kurt's pretty good at air hockey, but he soon discovers Rogue is waaaay too good at pool. Which leads to him trying to press his natural advantage as he BAMFS and hangs from the ceiling above the table, trying to make a very tricky while upside down. And wouldn't you know it, before he teleported, he stepped back on his school bag and knocked his journal out and open to start recording.]
--what do you think you're doin'?
What does it look like? I'm trying to make a shot!
That is cheatin', Kurt. Get your butt back down here. That is no way ta play pool.
It's not cheating! I'm still hitting the ball with the stick, yeah? It's totally fair!
Part of the game is working the angles from the ground.
Come on, that is so lame!" [He bamfs back to the ground.] "There's no way I can hit it like this.
Sure ya can. Ya just need ta work the angles an' hit the ball right." ... "An' loosen up on that stick. You're holding it too tight.
[Reluctantly Kurt gives in. He still needs to go over the balls, so while he aims with one hand, he steadies the other end of his pool stick... with his tail. Over his head.]
Kurt!
((ooc: Dual post in progress, so get your tags from Kurt and
touchofrogue. Hit 'em up at any of the locations or just do the journal thing if you want. For the Battle Dome, you can run into 'em before or after they play out the scenario (or just sit up in the viewing area and watch it.) Also, housemates and fellow Brigade members would probably already know it's his birthday, but not so much others.))
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Ya get him?
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I was this close, really.
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Kurt! I thought you had the window!
[And she wouldn't say she was an expert marksman or anything like that, but though her shoulder's stinging she sights the guy peering at them over the roof and lets out a shot that misses - but makes him duck back. Looks like she's bought herself some time to crawl over to the window and take pot shots at the guy if Kurt has the door now.]
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Someone is coming through the door!
[Okay, not much of an excuse. But just about then the door goes flying open. Kurt's tail wraps around the goon's leg and then pulls his feet out from under him. He hesitates a moment... then shoots the outlaw. No bloody gore here. The cowboy just goes still and eventually fades away. Yeah, he doesn't like gore in his sims.]
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She ejects her shells and loads in two more shots, uncertain if she'd hit Mr. RG or not.]
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Mr. RG gets off one more shot, but then he also disappears. She must have hit him enough times for him to bleed out.]
Got one.
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Man, I had no idea you were such a good shot.
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[Right after the gloves came on. That, and gymnastics, and self-defense, and mechanics - everything a future terrorist could need in the disguise of giving her something else to do while everyone else was at the beach.]
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[So he says with a sense of amusement. Clearly all Americans must be proficient with guns. ]
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And she's aided in this effort by a further splatter of gunfire from over by the door.]
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[Okay, time to get back into the action. He readies his guns again and sides up against the door. He's gonna try to be a little smarter this time. He fires off a few warning shots out the door before quickly ducking over behind some barrels. Maybe going out in the open isn't the best strategic move, but he's doing no good actually hitting them from long range. He could take them all out on his own with BAMFing, but that would defeat the purpose.]
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