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Kurt Wagner

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Mar 19 2018, 08:32 PM
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<td valign="top"><div class="royaltrack1"> Kurt Wagner ladies and gentleman, The Incredible Nightcrawler! He's an orphan who was found and raised alongside her other children by a Romani circus fortune teller. He would later flee his circus home as the circus master turned cruel. A priest offered Kurt a refuge for a time and helped send the young man off to the United States to escape the attention of the circus master once more. Now he works as a barista in the city and stays with Charles Xavier.<p>

Despite the hardships of his youth Kurt has become a kind, compassionate, and jocular sort. He's always ready to tell a joke, play a harmless prank, or help someone in need. He's in love with swordplay and old movies with swordplay in, anything Errol Flynn is alright by Kurt. For the usual friend, lover, enemy breakdown it goes thusly with Kurt:<p>
  • He'll happily befriend nearly anyone, preferring to always see the good in someone. <p>
  • Kurt is a charming devil and will happily flirt with any woman he crosses paths with. That said he's had a sum total of zero actual relationship experience beyond said flirtation. <p>
  • He has no specific enemies at the moment. Since he's your standard heroic fare you can probably surmise what sort of behavior would land you here. It is worth noting that he will always give someone another chance to change their ways.
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Angry &loz; Vicious
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<td valign="top"><div class="royaltrack1">Tommy is a hellion. He has always been a hellion. His parents divorced and he quickly began to act out. He got into trouble and pretty much stayed that way until about 14 when he accidentally blew up his school. It was a thing and it landed him in serious trouble. Like, going to full blown mutant prison trouble. Then, because humans are horrible pretty much always, they decided to turn him into a science experiment. Build your own mutie super soldier, ask me how! They spent two years poking, prodding, and trying to brainwash him before he blew them up and busted out.<p>

Tommy is that kid that got angry and just never stopped being angry. He grew up believing in heroes. He thought the good guys always won, the bad guys always lost, and everyone got what they deserved. Then the world knocked him down and started kicking. He decided to kick back. He's angry, bitter, and not a little bit violent. Tommy is snarky and quick witted but prone to taking things too far. There's a bit of that wide-eyed idealist left in him, but it's buried under years of hatred of the world and practically everyone in it.<p>

Tommy is not really a friends kind of guy. He doesn't trust anyone to hold back on screwing him over. That makes him prone to lashing out at anyone that does treat him well as he keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop. Anyone that he does take a shine to he gets a bit possessive over and will go entirely too far to help them or defend them.<p>

Tommy's a bisexual kid who's had precious little in the way of love in his life. He doesn't do healthy, loving relationships 'cus he basically doesn't know how. So he flirts with anyone and runs the hell away from his feelings if he happens to develop any. <p>

In order of hatred, Tommy's list of enemies goes something like this: Anyone involved in the project that tried to turn him into a weapon, his parents, and everyone else in the world. That list might get more detailed if someone decides to distinguish themselves but it gets the general idea across.

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<h1>try not to bleed</h1>
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<h2>tag // Wanda Maximoff</h2>


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Kurt stumbled as his feet hit the pavement. Teleporting like this was difficult. The pain made concentrating much harder and that in turn made it difficult to teleport. Thankfully he wasn't so far gone that he'd accidentally teleport into a wall or some such accident but he was a lot more tired than he usually was, even after a long series of teleports. It hadn't taken him that many to get to the building. Only three of four, child's play for him.<p>

Apparently taking a beating such as he had really put a damper on his abilities. One more teleport, just one more. He was tired and he ached at the thought but she was the first person that came to mind. Kurt bamfed, landing in the hallway outside the new apartment. She'd left Mr. Barton's place not long ago. He'd been told and shown because what good was a teleporter who couldn't get to where he was needed in a flash?<p>

He nearly collapsed in the hallway when he landed. There was blood on the floor now, dripping from one of his wounds. He wasn't really sure which. Turns out that teleporting was pretty much impossible when you were being tased. Any movement had meant another jolt and his abilities went haywire. He hoped that they'd only stumbled on that. Otherwise there was someone out there who knew more about his abilities than he did.<p>

How many had there even been? Kurt wasn't sure he quite remembered, only them shouting about the uppity mutant on TV that needed to learn his place. Would it always be this way? He'd managed, by the grace of God, to avoid such attacks before. They'd only ever managed words before. You couldn't hit what you couldn't catch.<p>

Kurt managed to rally enough strength to make it to the door and knock. Please, God, let her be there. In this moment he needed Wanda to be there. He slumped onto the floor, leaning heavily against the door. Please.

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<h1>a view</h1>
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<h2>tag // Anyone!</h2>


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Kurt was exhausted. Teleporting as far as he had while injured would do that. It had been necessary of course. If he had not his teammate might not have lived another hour, let alone be recuperating well. As soon as he'd gotten them to safety Kurt had gone to his apartment, one last bamf on his already strained system. He'd stripped off his gear, taken a shower, bandaged his own wounds, and then left for a walk.<p>

Kurt did not walk as often anymore. The convenience of teleporting was simply too great. The practicality of avoiding a commute and simply appearing at his destination was too great a draw under normal circumstances. Since he would only injure himself further if he teleported now, these were not normal circumstances. That left him, clad in jeans and a simple black t-shirt, walking the streets in full view.<p>

He'd long ago learned to tune out the stares and whispers of anyone who saw him. Since he had no particular objective, Kurt simply wandered in whatever direction seemed amenable at the time. Eventually his feet took him to Battery Park. He did like the views here. Kurt settled on a bench looking out into the harbor. The view of lady liberty in the distance drew him. A few minutes into his rest he heard footsteps heading in his direction that stopped just behind him.<p>

"How do you always find me?"
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<h1>these pants</h1>
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<h2>tag // Nico Minoru</h2>


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After his last pair of trousers had torn unexpectedly Kurt had been left with something of a problem. While Patricia would certainly understand him showing up to work without the customary black pants, they'd been over his clothing issues before, he couldn't go without forever. Yes he could just go and buy something cheap from a store and make his own adjustments but half the time that was precisely the problem. So he had to either make do or find another solution.<p>

Patricia unfortunately wasn't aware of anyone who tailored for mutants like himself. He had made a pretty thorough sweep himself and had merely been turned away or quoted outrageous sums for his efforts. Without other recourse he'd gone to the library and began to consult the internet. After a couple of days searching, a few hours at a time between shifts, he'd found an Etsy store for someone in New York City who was "special request friendly", as the site had read.<p>

After a few messages back and forth detailing his needs and "special circumstances" they had agreed to meet up so that they could take measurements. Since they were understandably reluctant to host him, Kurt had given them his address and apartment number. He was quite capable of defending himself if need be, though why someone who made clothing would attack a client he wasn't sure. In either case, he'd made sure to clean up to the best of his ability and was occupying his time with a book when the knock at the door came and he bamfed over to quickly answer it.<p>

"Pleased to meet you. Come inside, please."
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<h1>my countryman</h1>
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<h2>tag // Erik Lehnsherr</h2>


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The tension in the shop was palpable. It had been that way since the Inauguration and essential guarantee that the Registration Act would make it into law. Awaken was a haven for mutants and now their fear choked the air. Their freedom hung on a congressional vote that was bound to pass by a wide margin. Some of his coworkers had already quit and gone to try and hide. The regulars decreased by the day. Even the humans on staff and among the customers weren't immune to it. Most of them were open minded enough to fear for those that would be impacted by the law once it went into effect.<p>

More than one person had expressed their concern for his own well being. He couldn't hide in plain sight, that was for certain. Kurt wasn't entirely certain what he would do but he knew he couldn't sit idle and let others suffer under the effects of this law while he merrily avoided capture. That was not his way. The question remained what he could do. Perhaps smuggle people away? His powers would be more than useful for evading police. Kurt finished off a latte and set it on the pick up counter. The routine of his work couldn't keep his mind at ease today.<p>

Naturally he continued to smile and seem jovial anyway. Those around him needed some hope to cling to and if he could give it to them by remaining steadfast and pretending that it was business as usual then so be it. While he contemplated life as a fugitive once more and the adjustments that would need to be made he poured coffee and served pastries. He smiled through thoughts of places to hide and how best to ferry people out of the city. While milk frothed and churned he contemplated the future behind the shield of a smile and an easy laugh.
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