6710/Sentinel Events

Sentinel Events
Date of Scene:	28 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Jubilee
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    Such as it was, Kurt Wagner hadn't been around the mansion for the last... oh... week or so. And now he was here, stepping out of the staff rooms, freshly showered and otherwise ready to go. Clad casually in a polo t-shirt (crimson and black, and a pair of slacks, he brings up his phone, tapping a text message with his tail into the same, sent to Jubilee.

    'Guten dag, fraulein! We should meet up. Know a good place around the mansion?'

Jubilee has posed:
A text is returned: 'Hey! I'll meet you at the lounge! Give me a few!' And, true to her word, Jubilee is seen coming up from the hallway after taking the stairs two at a time. She's wearing a black Beatles shirt, a pair of snug jeans and her yellow trench coat.

"Hey Fuzzy Elf!" She calls out as she spies him, reaching out to give him a quick hug. "It's good seeing you again. Have missed you."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Hugs were always freely given by Kurt to his fellow X-People, and now was no exception. An honest smile springs onto his lips, and he returns the same, his arms squeezing tightly around the trenchcoat clad woman. "And hey, trouble! How have you been?" he says, drawing back from the hug a bit, his dusky voice full of amusement.

"The kids have not been too much trouble, ja?" he asks. Another beat. "...but I hear the Sentinels most certainly have been," he says, his brow furrowing as his expression ticks from the happy to the concerned.

Jubilee has posed:
"Yeeeeah... we encountered a pair of them at an anti-mutant rally. Seems like the Friends of 'Humanity' got a pair and was demonstrating them on stage when they lost control." Jubilee says as she slides her hand into his, giving it a squeeze before leading him down the hallway. "Scott, Kitty, Lorna, Rogue and I was out there making the crowds were peaceful. The robots came online and we put them down. Magneto was even there too to help us out. So... I guess ... we're teaming up with him."

As they walk, they head down the stairs, letting go of his hand briefly so that she can hold the rail. "Kitty and Forge are doing their big brain stuff by trying to track transmissions and find out what else the robots may have in their heads. That's all way over my uh.. skill-set, but I check on them time to time to drop off ice cream and candy to keep them motivated."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Tail waggles behind himself - shifting this way and that as Kurt moves, making little micro changes to his balance to keep him, as always, entirely upright. "I had Remy get in touch with me too," he says, his voice growing quiet, as if sharing a secret. "I hear he's making a little group of X-Men designed for a more... subtle touch, ja?" he says, laughing quietly.

Leaping up, even, onto the banisster, Kurt starts to walk down it, kinda hunched over, his strange feet clasping the railing as he goes. "And that's your skillset, fraulein. Keeping people positive and motivated," he remarks, giving a glance and a smile to Jubilee.

"But... Magneto helping us. This is odd. ... Mystique... is not with him, ha?"

Jubilee has posed:
Giving an amused smile to him, Jubilee leans in against him a bit once they hit the first floor. "Pretty much. My skill-set is keeping everyone on their toes."

"But, yeah.. I heard something something mumble mumble about a 'team that does not exist' and ... I've heard not everyone is happy about it. You thinking of joining it??" Jubes asks with a worried tone. "And no.. um.. I haven't seen Mystique about." She pauses, then peers at him. ".. or have I?" She pokes him in the shoulder.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I think that's what it's about. And that is my skillset, ja? Sneaking places, and getting where I should not be able to go," says Kurt, waggling his brows. A motion made all the more cheeky by the way he spins in place, just in time to be poked in the shoulder.

"Oh, do not even joke about that!"

Kurt says this with an air of distaste. "If I am my mother, I am acting in bad taste. But she could be anywhere," he says. A frown then, as he looks to Jubilee. "Make your sparkle fingers, ja?" he asks, half serious, half joking.

Jubilee has posed:
Snapping her fingers, Jubilee causes them to spark, then smirks at him. "Still me. Should I make you fart rotten eggs to prove it's you?" She jokes back to him. "But, yeah.. that may be your skill-set... but I don't know if the school needs that you know? We're not a ... uh ... Ops team.. kinda school you know?"

"Think of the PR disaster if it gets out the X-Men are what? Assassinating targets or something?" She asks as her brows lift upwards, giving him a glance. "Is that the goal? I don't know what the goal is."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Well. I'm not quite sure what the situation is," Kurt admits, giving his tail a flick. "But mein Gott - if you think I'm going to be assassinating someone!" he says, sounding surprised. "If that is what he wants to do with the team, you can trust that I will not be pleased with that," he says. Although there was a latent grin on his lips from the earlier joke.

"But if you wish for me to fart rotten eggs - this is another skill of mine," he says with a laugh.

With a step downwards, he dismounts from the bannister with a flip, BAMF'ing midair to appear behind Jubilee once more.

"There. We are both actually the other."

Jubilee has posed:
"I have no clue what you guys are gonna do." Jubilee admits with a laugh. "But I think anytime you hear a rumor about an Ops team you immediately think special forces, wearing all black. What's next, calling yourself X-Force?"

Wrinkling her nose at the scent of his teleporting farty rotten eggs, she waves a hand in front of her. "Eew! Kurt." She says with a laugh. Turning around to face him, she gives him a playful poke in the chest, pokey-poke.

"Yes, we are both the other. So, what do you wanna do then for the rest of the day?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Oh, let us hope not," says Kurt, his face scrunching up in distaste. "I don't think I could stand any more outfits of black leather. You know how that makes me sweat? And mats my hair up?" he says, lifting his chin as he gets a somewhat snooty vein. But it lasts as long as one would expect from the intrepid Kurt Wagner.

The poke to his chest makes him rock some, his tail coming up over his head to poke Jubilee square in the forehead.

"As for the rest of the day, hmmn," he says. "These sentinels worry me. And I wish to know how I can help with these things," he says. "So I will have to speak with Scott, soon," he says, his feet stepping one in front of the other as he goes. "But I will need food as well, ja?" A beat. "How about yourself?"

Jubilee has posed:
"I can always go for food." Jubilee says as she gives, swatting at his tail a bit playfully away from her forehead. "And I think you'd look quite stunning in black leather." She says in a playful drawl as she bumps her shoulder against his to jostle him.

"I know that Kitty has done a lot of work on the techie side so you may have some luck working with her on finding out more intimate details.

As they walk, she hums thoughtfully. "So, food, where you wanna go?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Sticking out his tongue as the devil's spade tailtip was struck, Kurt darts it away from Jubilee, another wry chuckle leaving him. "Well, yes - I think anyone looks stunning in black leather, ja? You would too. But at the end of the day, when you have been running and jumping and fighting..." he says, bringing up his hand to pinch his nose between two oversized fingers.

"I'll catch up with Kitty then, see what she's come up with," he says.

"And this may sound strange to you, but I have a hunger for just... American breakfast food, ja? Eggs, hash browns, sausages, this sort of thing. What do you think?" he says, in spite of the hour.

Jubilee has posed:
"Sure, that sounds good to me. I can do pancakes whenever. So, where you been lately?" Jubilee asks as she slinks her hand into his for a squeeze, giving their hands a sway as they head outside past the main door.