11571/Swashbuckling Movies!

Swashbuckling Movies!
Date of Scene:	31 May 2020
Location:	St. Margaret's Church, Bushwick
Synopsis:	Kurt Wagner and Tandy Bowen take in an old Errol Flynn movie -- Captain Blood -- and talk about life, while eating popcorn.
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Dagger

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    It's a quiet, cooler night in Bushwick, in the St. Margaret's church area. Kurt had suggested, before disappearing in his noxious fashion, that Tandy meet him on the steps of the church the following night -- he had a plan.

    Just what was that fuzzy elf up to?

Dagger has posed:
Dressed in a pair of silky pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, Tandy is waiting on the steps of the church. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a messy bun with long strands of bangs hanging in front of her face.

In her hands is a mug of cocoa, steaming with a few marshmallows tossed inside. She listens to the sounds of the city around her, radiating a faint glow of light about her to give her a bit of visibility.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    And there is the sound of air displaced behind her, and the smell of brimstone that accompanies him when he teleports. Kurt was wearing.. well. Track pants, and a gray sweat shirt with a red X on the shoulder, zipped up. His tail curls behind him, with almost an air of mischeif, and there is just the briefest moment that Tandy might be given to recognize his arrival before that tail slips around her waist -- and BAMF!

    The two are gone from the steps!

    In a headache-and-slightly-nausea-inducing sensation, Tandy would find herself on the roof of the church. Someone has already brought up blankets, a projector on a stand adapted for the pitch of the roof, buckets of popcorn, and a building in the distance, its pale concrete sides serving well enough as a roughshod theater screen.

    "My apologies, Miss Bowen, I didn't intend to keep you waiting long!"

Dagger has posed:
As she feels the tail wrap about her waist, Tandy doesn't get a moment to react before her voice catches in a yelp! She is used to teleporting, but not like this. This was more of a herky jerk manner, the type to give you whiplash.

"Woah." Tandy says as she gives a few wobbling steps, nearly crashing into him as she plants her hands upon his chest. "That is one way to make an entrance."

As she gives a glance about, her lips curl up into a bit of a smile, then looks back to him. "Okay .. this is cute. I wasn't waiting too long, just a few minutes. How're you doing?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Oop -- careful!" Kurt states, and as her hands go to his chest, that tail goes into action and nimbly catches that mug, making him wince a little from the heat of the cocoa that's spilt upon it -- but just a little bit.

    "Ah, well, I could not be a performer without knowing just how to make an entrance, ja?" he gives a toothy grin, and he motions out.

    "Well, at least it isn't raining. I do not know how Tyrone feels about the 1930's Swashbuckler movies echoing in the church." he gives a little smile.

Dagger has posed:
Reaching out to take her cocoa from his tail, Tandy gives him an apologetic smile, then takes a quick sip from it. Her free hand brushes along his tail, as if to try and rub the injury away. Her fingers give a light glow and he can feel a soothing tingle.

"I don't think this is his type of movie, but he did say he is okay with us hanging out and spending time together."

"And, you definitely know how to make an appearance. It was cool." She says as she takes a seat on one of the blankets, easing herself down. "I like this. It's kiiiinda romantic."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt gives a small smile, and then looks to the set up, and rubs the back of his head a moment before speaking again as Tandy settles in. He effortlessly sinks down to his own blanket, and fiddles a moment with the projector. There is a little speaker attached, that begins to play tinny music.

    "That is good, I would hate to have to fight Tyrone, he seems like he would win, quite handily in fact." he replies.

    "Are you a fan of old movies, Tandy?"

Dagger has posed:
"I don't know. He's a teleporter, you're a teleporter. I guess it depends on who catches who." Tandy says as she listens to the music.

"I like movies of all kinds. My mother is a model and an actress so I grew up around the scene, got to meet a number of celebrities. I suppose those Pirates of the Caribbean are as pirate as a movie I've seen though."

She pauses, then gives him a smile. "You kinda got a little Johnny Depp in you."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ah, I hope not! The last time that happened it was quite an embarrassment!" the wall crawler jokes as he settles in, and offers one of the two buckets to Tandy as the black and white movie begins to play. It has a heroic tempo to the music, and quite to the promise of buckled swashes, there is much pirating and swash-buckling.

    It is not, however, Pirates of the Carribean.

    "I have met a few famous people, but rarely in good circumstances." he offers humerously.

Dagger has posed:
Taking the box of popcorn from him, Tandy pops a few into her mouth for a happy much. It has that perfect theater butter taste to it too. Yum. She has missed this so much.

As she watches, a silly grin forms along her face. Her eyes dance about as she watches the swashbuckling, leaning into his shoulder as she props her head on it.

"I don't think much of them. The ones I've met are stuck up, snobby. They spend more time coked up and spending money than actually enjoying their life."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt gives a slight smile, and allows Tandy to lean against him, his tail very politely keeping to itself. For now.

    He gives a wry smile, and a small shrug of his free shoulder. "Typically, most famous people who meet me are screaming... typically because there is something bad happening when I get the chance. Very hard to ask for an autograph while you are rescuing someone."

Dagger has posed:
"Do you want me to get you an autograph from the super model of the month? I'm sure mummy dearest can sober up for a few minutes to sign an picture for you."

Tandy takes some more popcorn, putting it into her mouth.

"Well, I think you're cool, Kurt. I'd love to go superheroing with you one day. We can go dashing into battle, tail and light knives blazing!"

She pauses for a moment, then hmms. "Cloak can come too."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Oh, no, it's no fun if someone simply gets it for me!" Kurt gives a smile back to Tandy, and he gives a little bit of a frown.

    "I would like to beleive, that our parents do the best that they know how to do."

Dagger has posed:
"Not mine. My dad took off when I was a kid and my mother was sleeping around the entire time to get famous." Tandy says as she takes another bite of popcorn.

"She literally lived in her little castle in the sky, oblivious that she had a daughter. She forgot about me. Like most of her toys."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt just gives a sad sort of smile.

    "Then, that was probably the best they knew how to do. It produced a fiercely independant young woman, who is able to survive all that life has thrown at her, so far."

Dagger has posed:
Laughing, Tandy shakes her head as she turns to look up at him, her chin propped on his shoulder. "No, Kurt. Not at all. I ran away from home. A stupid, scared little girl. I had my head in the clouds, thinking I could just come to New York and be a dancer."

She lets out a sigh turning her attention back to the screen to watch the movie. "Instead, I got kidnapped, beat up, injected with poison and it turned me into this. I threw my poor, rich girl life away to live on the streets and burn up inside unless I shoot bad guys with light knives. At least I had a bed. A shower."

She sighs softly, curling her arms around his. "Sorry. Terrible downer moment."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "How amazing! Even after a downer moment, my statement is still intact! Young woman, able to survive all that life has thrown at her so far." Kurt states wryly, his hardly-there pupils turning to look back at her.

    "Sometimes, the paths we wish to see in life ae not the ones that are laid before us. If you had asked me if I would be a superhero when I was a twelve-year-old boy, I would have probably laughed. We are only threads in this tapestry of life, entrusted to a weaver whose plan and pattern we cannot fathom, save for that we were charged to be kind to others."

Dagger has posed:
Sobering up into a smile, Tandy squeezes his arm a bit tighter, her body glowing in a beautiful radiance. "You're really good at this, Kurt."

She slides one hand down into his, her fingers curling about his oddly shaped digits, then settles her cheek in against his shoulder once more.

"I love these movies by the way. I kinda wanna dress up and dance about with a sword now. I can see why you're into LARPing it. It's whimsical."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Whaa -- it's... it's serious battle practice. Tactics, timing.. the fact that I get to look excedingly dashing is purely benefit." Kurt replies quietly, and he gives an emarrassed smile.

    "At... one time, I had considered pursuing the life of a member of clergy." he gives an embarrassed smile. "And after teaching some years, I have learned some things -- but it is that which I beleive in, strongly." he turns back to the movie.

    "I may not approve of the tactics of all of my associates, but I try to understand their 'whys'."

Dagger has posed:
"Mmhm. Exceedingly dashing." Tandy laughs as she glances up at him again, her expression amused. "So, will you teach me how to sword fight and to be a proper pirate? I'd like to be a pirate queen for one night. Look for treasure. Sail the high seas."

As she follows along with the rest of his story, she furrows her brows a bit, then gives a look about the city for a brief moment. Her hand gives another squeeze to his, fingers brushing over his knuckles.

"Since meeting you X-Men, I've been rethinking our tactics as well."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I warn you, I am not an easy teacher. I'm very strict, very safety-focused." the mutant gives a slight smile, his hand giving just a little squeeze against Tandy's, and then releasing, very gently as he stretches his arms up.

    "But if you would like, I could arrange a lesson, perhaps."

Dagger has posed:
"I am an excellent student." Tandy says as she watches him stretch out, giving a bit of a giggle. "Maybe I can teach you some proper ballet as well. Put those legs of yours to the test, and your toes."

She scoops up some more popcorn into her hand, then takes another bite of it. She looks thoughtful. "I still want to do dinner with you. Maybe we can do church roof street tacos. My treat. Put some candles around, another pirate movie."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "You do seem like the type of young lady who would keep a man on his toes," Kurt gives a bit of a cheeky grin and he gives a soft puff of air up and out, looking up at the movie as it plays, in black and white, long perished people dancing accross the screen.

    "Well, we will have to schedule a day for the street tacos, though I would be completely in remiss to let a young lady pay for herself."

Dagger has posed:
"And you're the type of young man that could probably keep up with a dancer." Tandy grins back at him, her blue eyes shining in moonlight, highlighted by the natural glow of her powers. As she watches the movie, she sighs happily.

"Are you offering to buy a dinner of romantic street tacos, Kurt?" She says with a smile. "You put all of this together for me. I think our next night out should be on me. Give me a chance to impress you."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I said I would be in remiss, romantic or not it's simply ungentlemanly!" Kurt laughs, "It may be old fashioned, but that is how I was raised. Though if people fight me on it... eeeh..." Kurt gives a slight wave of his hand. "About half the time they pay?"