3387/Who is Your Daddy

Who is Your Daddy
Date of Scene:	10 December 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Daken

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    There are people who love back at the mansion. he knows that, but there is also a large empty bed that is a reminder of the fact that the love of his life, the Crown Princess of Genosha is not about at all. She is off ruling, while kurt carries on with the school and trying to find his mother, mystique.

    It is obvious that he is going to have to let the professor in on his family background and have cerebro track her down. So, rather than face that just yet, Kurt is going to have a beer or two, then go have have a talk with the man who lets him live under his roof and tell him that not only is lorna pregnant, but she is pregnant with the grandchildren of not just Magneto, but also Mystique.

    With a gentle sound, the beer mug gets settled on the bar top. Kurt sits there in his specially made shoes and reaches up to wipe the foam from his upper lip. "One more." He decides.

    The waitress regards him. "Been a long time since you had more than one."

    Kurt tilts a brow. "Living dangerously." he teases her as she refills the mug for him.

Daken has posed:
Daken was already on the way to the Mansion...but after asking Logan where a good bar was, he was told about Harry's place. But...before he made the decision to go to the Mansion to hopefully find his father, but he figured he should stop by Harry's place first. Being a wanderer....he didn't really -love- being anywhere perse, since he was always rolling alone...and for good reason. Back then, he'd pop out those claws of his and gut someone for shits and giggles.

He did it for years.

But now was a different. Now, Daken knew the truth about his past...why one man made it all a living hell and blamed it on Logan. In the past week, Daken and Logan peacefully (surprisingly) decided to start over...and for this young (cough) man, it was enough to drink to in cheers. Opening the door to the bar, Daken enters, though his eyes are immediately beset on Nightcrawler. Regardless, he approaches the bar, wearing a long coat with wolf pelt around the neck, a dark red tank top, black jeans, and combat boots. His mohawk long gone with the personality, instead a full head of hair and a beard.

After he sits down, just a seat away from Nightcrawler, he lifts up a finger.

"One Vodka."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Put his vodka on mein tab."Kurt says amiably. "The gut one, the one you keep for Piotr." he holds up his left hand to Daken, the two fingers and thumb splayed in friendly little wave as he tilts the wrist to one side. "Do nicht worry. I am avoiding something unpleasant back home. haff a drink, make yourself comfortable, und I will consider the company for a drink to be thanks enough, please?"

    "Besides, you remind me of someone." His tone is casual. His tail gives a little agitated slash as if frustrated he cannot place the face before languidly curling around the bar stool. His hands move to slide some papers into a manila folder. "I am Kurt Wagner. Pleased to meet you."

Daken has posed:
Daken turns his head slowly to Kurt when he tells Harry to put his vodka on Kurt's tab. A small and soft smile available for him. "Thanks." he can tell pretty easily that Kurt is a mutant...if not the general smell, the tail gives it away. "Everyone avoids something unpleasant. Yet I happen to still ponder possibilities." he answers breifly, before a small frown perhaps crosses his features.

"...Do you go to the school? I'm related to one of the staff members." he says simply. His grouchiness and general straight-faced personality probably a deadlock for who it is. Regardless, after Kurt introduces himself, he nods once, and only once. "Daken Akihiro. Pleasure is mine." he says to be polite...because not everyone deserves a growl in retort. Regardless, he looks ahead once more, and when his drink arrives, Daken takes it in his hand.