13275/Late Night Workout

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Late Night Workout
Date of Scene: 14 May 2021
Location: Gym - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Rogue takes her emotions out on a punching bag, and works her thoughts out with Kurt.
Cast of Characters: Rogue, Nightcrawler




Rogue has posed:
Rogue couldn't sleep. The events of the last two days were swirling around her mind enough as it was, and the memories she tries to keep buried were dug up again. Same shit, different day. Same argument, same answers. The Summers brothers are pieces to work with, and having both of them upset with you is just not the best position to be in.

The text to Kurt would read, <Can't sleep. Going to gym. If you're awake and wanna hang out.> Cause heaven knows if her brother from another mother actually slept or not. Jury's still out. She thinks Kurt's part vampire anyway.

Punch. Punch. Punch. She wears her not-everyday-attire, gone is the full body suit, she's simply in yoga pants and a sports bra, hair pulled up, tennis shoes. Her hands are wrapped like any punching bag person would do and she's going to town on one of the stronger punching bags that are in the gym for people like her with super strength. And super tempers. Punch. Punch. PUNCH!

Nightcrawler has posed:
Sleep does happen for the fuzzy blue pseudo elf of the mansion. He just doesn't always get a lot of it and sometimes doesn't get enough of it. It is what it is, though, and he generally has no regrets about such things. As it would happen, he's in his room (and wearing just a pair of black jeans) when the text comes through, and he glances towards his phone briefly before lifting a hand to tussle his hair a bit whilst he crosses the room to the device. He picks it up and reads the text, then frowns a little bit. He's... slightly out of the loop in regards to things that have happened. He tucks the device into a side pocket of his jeans, secures it there with a small strap that fits over a button, and then he teleports.

There's the tendrils of purplish-black smoke that shiver into existence at his destination. Then there's the BAMF of sound, the aroma of burning brimstone, and the Nightcrawler himself. He appears on one of the higher balance beams, walking lightly across it before hopping easily to a medium one and then a low one and then to the floor, his glowing gaze on Rogue rather than where he's going. And he tilts his head a little to one side as he watches her, his tail lightly swishing behind him. "Something vexes thee, meine dame?" he asks softly, one of his eyebrows quirking up just a smidge.

Rogue has posed:
Punch. Punch. Punch. Rogue continues to give the bag a beating of a lifetime as Kurt comes down to talk to her. The question he asks almost makes her pause, but then she just waylays a couple of punches on the bag once more before it swings back and she grabs it to stop it from swinging. She's covered in sweat, there's no telling how long she's actually been down here getting out all her frustrations - whatever they are. Though after a moment of holding onto the bag she shifts to walk to a nearby bench, grabbing a bottle of water to take a few gulps out of.

"Something like that..." She offers, capping the bottle as she shrugs. "Scott's upset with me. His brother's upset with me. Beast at least partly understands where I'm coming from. But..." She sighs, looking over to Kurt then before walking back to the bag. "Alex is upset that we keep having to save mutant kids, and when we do, Scott tells us to go easy on the humans. The same humans who are taking our kind for whatever fucked up reasons..." She punches on the bag again.

"Then there's the times we've done shit that we likely shouldn't have. Maiming, killing... which on one hand makes us no better than the bad guys but on the other hand, we do it to keep ourselves safe.." Punch. Punch. Punch. They come harder, faster, until one final punch breaks the chain the bag is hanging from and it goes flying back until it crashes on the ground. Luckily it doesn't break. "...When's it supposed to all make sense, Kurt?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
The punching bag is made for taking a beating, and Kurt does nothing to stop that from being the case. He takes a moment to look her over, noticing the sweat upon her, and he tilts his head faintly to the other side whilst still watching her. He steps over towards the punching bag, and thus towards her, his attention following her when she heads for the bench to take a drink of water.

There's a frown that touches his features, and a slight furrow to his brow as she speaks at least about some of what's got her upset. He watches her, his tail flicking back and forth behind him. "There are always those who feel that they can take some advantage of mutant kids, whether it is to turn them into weapons or use them for testing of various and assorted things, it seems always to be the case. We stamp out one fire, turn around twice, and find another fire burning right behind us. I can understand his desire to want us to go easy on the humans, but... they bring guns and have the intent of killing us if we do not incapacitate or kill them first. It is a difficult line to walk," Kurt says softly, a gentle note to his voice. "There is, I fear, no way to make everyone happy, all of the time. But when we're out on a mission, we have to do what we feel to be the best thing in the moment. It doesn't mean that it is always the right choice, but it's the one we feel is best in that moment. I've killed some of them, too," he adds, his glowing yellow eyes following her movements. One symbol etched upon his flesh for every sin he's committed. It's his way.

There's a raised eyebrow as the chain on the bag breaks and the bag crashes to the ground, but Kurt doesn't seem surprised by it or the sound that it makes. He tilts his head a touch to one side, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "I don't believe that it ever makes sense. There are people out there who want to do things to us -- to children or others like us -- that we find unfathomable. All we want to be able to do is to live our lives. And they would see us caged and tortured for whatever nefarious purpose that they would wreak on us. Or they would impose a cure on us that we never asked for, never wanted, simply because we are different. We deserve to live as we are, and we shouldn't have to fight as much as we need to just to be allowed to do that."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue walks over to a cabinet where she can grab another chain and then comes back to the bag. She takes the lingering chain from the bag stand, as well as pulls the other chain from the bag itself. Once she has the chain switched out, she easily picks up the bag and hangs it again, discarding the broken chain pieces. The entire time, she's listened to Kurt, to his spin on things. Just like she listened to Hank, and to Alex. The only person she really never listened to was Scott - and that was more emotionally driven at the time than anything else. She doesn't go back to hitting on the bag, and instead walks over to the bench to sit, picking up her bottled water to drink from again.

"It's always subjective to what's going on at the time I suppose. We've been places where the right thing to do in the moment was whatever it took to keep ourselves and others safe. This place exists to keep us and kids alike safe from the outside world. We've gone easy, we've gone hard..and the world continues to turn..with people out there who will never learn to leave us alone." She surmises, and follows along Kurt's line of thought while mixing in her own views. "I've been beating myself up for the deaths I've caused, regardless of the reason why. Then both Alex and Scott drive points home, Hank too. And you." She pauses, then drinks. "...Nothing compares to a Scott looking you in the eyes and telling you that you should know better." A scoffed chuckle then. "I think I might have fucked up...and I hate it."

"But Scott wasn't there when those asshat apparently not-cops put a fuckin' collar on Alex's neck. Calling him a dangerous mutant when he hadn't done a damn thing. In fact, he complied with their orders to the very end - collar and all." Another drink, another pause. "Turns out they weren't even cops. Just people trying to find certain mutants I guess. I dunno. I had to get a couple of kids back to the mansion who witnessed it all. I guess the whole thing just kept me upset and then I blew up. And I'm rambling..." She looks to Kurt then. "I dunno what to do now... how to fix what I might have broken."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Rogue is watched as she goes to retrieve the new chain for the punching bag. Kurt's strength isn't anything like hers, even though he is strong for someone of his particular size. Lifting one of his hands, he lightly tussles his hair a bit, his glowing yellow gaze following her as she has another drink of the water. And he listens, as she speaks in turn, his attention held fully upon her.

"It is subjective, ja. And overall, we are not perfect. We will make mistakes, and we will learn from them. It is the way of things," Kurt says, a gentle tone to his voice. "There have been times when it has been a matter of do anything it takes to maintain our safety. The world will always continue to turn, no matter the actions we choose to take. But the actions we take will always reflect more harshly back on us than what the actions of humans reflects on them. We have powers, abilities. Things that humans do not have. We are held to a different standard because of it," Kurt says softly, watching her. "There will always be people that will not leave us alone. Because we are different. Because according to them, we are unacceptable, abominations... whatever word of the moment that they choose to want to use," he adds, a small sad smile touching at the corners of his lips. "It is... normal. To beat yourself up over the deaths that you've caused. I do it to myself, too. Sometimes the heat of a moment overrides the 'knowing better', and things happen. We all make mistakes sometimes. And sometimes, we just need to own the mistake and try not to let it happen again. Learn from it, ja?" he suggests, tilting his head slightly to one side.

"True, he wasn't there. I wasn't there. Some bad people will take any tack to try to get what they want. To try to get who they want," Kurt says, his brow furrowing a bit. "If rambling helps, then I'm always here to listen. We all have tempers. We all have breaking points. Sit down and talk with Scott. Things might be fractured, but they can nearly always be fixed. Sometimes, to right a wrong can be a simple thing. I have faith in that it can be fixed, Anne Marie. All will be well."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watches Kurt for a moment, listening, and then she nods. They're both on what seems to be the same page. Now that the emotions have been all purged, she's taking a more realistic approach to it. Apologizing to Scott would be the next step. Tomorrow though. Tonight, she's going to likely finish up in the gym, go have a shower, and sleep.

"Yeah. You're right. I lost track for a bit... I just hope Scott'll forgive me." She offers this and then takes a breath before finishing off her water bottle and tosses it in the trash near her. Finally, her attention is fully on Kurt again.

"Enough about me. How are you, Kurt? Things going alright in your world?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Sometimes, it just helps to work off the raw emotions to be able to reach a more logical standpoint. Trying to think rationally while angry can be challenging. Kurt tilts his head a touch to one side as he watches her, and he chuckles softly. "I would expect that he will. He is not unreasonable," Kurt says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He lifts a hand, lightly tussling his hair a bit, and then he crosses over towards the bench. There, he settles, and his tail lightly swishes behind him as he considers the questions that have been turned to him. "I'm doing pretty good. No one has called me a demon for at least a week, now," he comments, quirking a bit of a grin. His sense of humour is intact, it would seem. "I wish there were more things that I could do to help Tandy with... well... with what she does, and with living, but there is only so much that I can do," he says softly, his brow furrowing briefly.

Rogue has posed:
"Does it count if I call you a demon?" Rogue asks, a smirk tugging at her lips and a teasing lilt to her voice. Then she shakes her head and takes another deep breath. "You're right. Scott's not unreasonable. He admires growth too...so maybe he'll end up being a little proud of me." She says this and then gives a yawn.

"Is Tandy needing help with something that you can't help her on?" Curiosity enters Rogue's voice then. "I'm not even sure what she does for a living...only time I met her was when we saved those kids."

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's a light laugh from Kurt, and then he shakes his head, his yellow eyes bright. "That doesn't count. You mean it with all of the love," Kurt says, quirking a grin as he watches her. "And you're one of the few that can get away with it, too," he adds, winking at her. Then he gives a nod of agreement. "Ja, growth is an important thing. Recognizing that there was wrong done, admitting it, and offering to at least do one's best to prevent it from happening again, to try to stem off the temper that caused it, are all reasonable things that Scott would likely be willing to hear," he offers with a smile.

"I don't know. I mean... she lives in an abandoned and run down church, and she won't accept to live anywhere else. Her powers, her abilities, they're tied in ways I do not understand to Tyrone's, and she prefers to be somewhat close to him, at least in physical location. I just... want to do more to help her. Saving the kids and others like them, trying to make the streets safer... it's what she does. She and Tyrone. I take her food, often. Blankets, pillows, anything else that I think she might be able to use," he says quite softly.

Rogue has posed:
"That's because you're our demon, and no one is ever going to change that." Rogue offers with a light laugh of her own. "Seriously though, you're right. I say it with love, because I love you." What Kurt says after about Scott only has Rogue giving a nod of her head in agreement. No sense saying anything more when they've both pretty much said it all.

"Hmm. Well. It sounds like you're doin' all you can, Kurt. I'm sure she appreciates it. Have you spent nights with her? To keep her company and such?" Asking this and then she shrugs. "Have you tried talkin' to her about it? Maybe there's just somethin' being lost in translation.." Cause Rogue is an expert on that issue, surely.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Ja, and I wouldn't have it any other way," Kurt comments, quirking a grin as he watches her. "I love you, too, Anne Marie, and I'll always be here for you," he adds, giving a small nod to her. His tail lightly swishes behind him, reaching to her to lightly rub her back.

There's a nod, about Tandy appreciating what he does. He knows that she does. But it doesn't stop him from wishing to be able to do more. Then he ducks his chin, his cheeks turning red beneath the dark blue, and he looks to Rogue through his lashes, a bit shy and sheepish at the same time. And he gives a little nod. "I've spent nights with her. At the church. To keep her company, and... umm... and such, ja," he says quite softly. "I watch the church, sometimes. To make sure it's safe. They have a generator... a small fridge, a few other things," he adds.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue eyes Kurt a moment as he rubs her back, but st least he's being careful about it. She just happens to have a lot of exposed skin right now, so she's weary. When nothing happens, there's a smirk and a nod before she takes a breath. "Well. I'm sure she appreciates all you do...I mean, I would. But I dunno her...so all I can tell you is to talk to her. Make sure you're both on the same page with stuff." She stands then. "I think I've tired myself out enough...maybe talking it out helped too...but I should get some sleep if I'm going to be worth anything later." She smiles. "Thanks, Kurt. I appreicate you a lot."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Indeed, he's being careful! For the most part, he does try to be careful. Even if the end result doesn't give the appearance of it. There's a smile that touches at the corners of his lips as he looks to her, and he can't help but to giggle a little bit before he nods. "She does. Appreciate things, that is. You should meet her all official like, at some point. And maybe I'll manage to introduce you better than what I did Dani," he comments, giving a small shake of his head. "I'll talk to her and see what she says. It may not be a bad idea," he adds, quirking a smile. "You were going pretty hard at it, so... it makes sense, that you would have tired yourself out. I'm glad to be here for you, always. I hope you get some good sleep, Anne Marie. You're welcome, and I appreciate you a lot too," he says, giving a small nod to her.

Rogue has posed:
"I'd love to meet her all official like...and I won't ask what happened when you introduced her to Dani." Rogue grins at that before giving a nod. "Well. At least not all my ideas seem like bad ones." A glance to the punching bag and she nods. "I was, yeah. So Imma go shower and try to get some sleep. You should try to sleep yourself." Then she grabs her stuff and makes to leave the gym, lifting her arm in a wave. "Night Kurt. Love you." Before she's out the door.