7653/Maybe a quiet evening

Maybe a quiet evening
Date of Scene:	27 May 2019
Location:	Campsites - Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Kurt successfully has a date with Rahne
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Wolfsbane

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    Away from the crowds, noise and 'civilization' of the mansion grounds, an insulated cooler designed to look like a regular picnic basket is with him, and what would normally be a bed comforter, but is instead layed out like near the shore of the lake, by one of the firepits where pine bows tossed on to strength the fire pop and crackle, making the air more fragrant.
    A note to meet him was left with Rahne's things, including a little chocolate drop to serve as a paperweight. So now he crouches by the fire, waiting patiently - a smile on his face.

Wolfsbane has posed:
A warm day. Whether it was actually hot or not, when you have fur and you decide not to hide it, warm can be hot. For part of it, Wolfsbane went down by the lake again. By the time she returned to her room, the note was found with a request. Raising a brow, and setting aside the chocolate for the time being, the mutant 'werewolf' decided to see what this was all about.

It wasn't a long walk to get to the campsites, but she decided to get there in an alternate form. As the afternoon approaches evening, a russet-colored wolf appears at the edge of the main path in, head tilting at the sight before it.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Not looking for a wolf, at least not yet, Kurt sits, knees brought up, arms around them, chin on his knees. His phone and a little speaker can be heard from the treeline, playing Rachmaninoff, one of the piano concertos, and the fuzzy blue man's eyes are half-lidded, cutting off much of the golden glow.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Since she wasn't spotted yet, it gives the wolf a chance to watch and listen. Just returning to normal right away would be no fun, now that Wolfsbane sees and hears what's going on. He's all alone, and the wolf silently pads around toward a tree, studying the man's apparent mood.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner is anxious for sure, unable to quite sit still, but it's being tightly controlled with the aplomb of a seasoned performer - he's humming with the music, and pointedly not opening the basket for now, though he keeps looking to it. He shifts and even sniffs at one of his own wrists - is the man wearing cologne?!

Wolfsbane has posed:
Whatever he's wearing, as soon as the breeze shifts and carries some of that fragrance over toward the wolf, there comes a sudden sneeze and pawing at the nose. Yes, wolves also sneeze, and by the time he's looking in Wolfsbane's direction he'll just start to see her shifting back to her midform, then no fur or features at all, still rubbing at her nose with a hand. "Och, Kurt! Did ye have tae put so much o' tha' on?" It'd almost be embarrassing if it wasn't so amusing.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner blinks, watching as she approaches, "I..." he rises to his feed, movements fluid and bowing his head slightly. "Was only a dab at the cuffs. Sorry if it was too much." a bit of a smile runs across his expression and he holds hand to her. "Glad you decided to come join me Rahne. Mist is just starting on the lake." he pauses, exression faltering a moment, "I suppose you see that all the time." Strike two - elf boy!

Wolfsbane has posed:
Rahne crouches in place, her usual clothing having made a reappearance. Like this, it's easy to see how pale her skin usually is, whether that's a side effect of the time she spends in fur or due to her heritage. Tapping her nose, she waves it off with a brief smile. "Even a wee bit is a lot for someone like me, remember." She rises to her feet, which are covered by small shoes like this, looking in the direction of the lake before she adds, "I do see things like tha' a lot, aye. But..Kurt, who are ye trying tae impress wi' th' cologne?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Giving a sigh, he shrugs, "It covers up the brimstone. I'd rather smell more like cologne than sulphur ja?" Kurt's embaressment growing his tail moves to open one side of the basket and then the other, showing bottles in ice on one side of the divider, and what smells like ribs and brisket on the others. "I just thought maybe you'd like an evening, little meal, something to drink. Good company, and a view."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Ye make a good point," Rahne has to admit. Given cologne or brimstone, one would certainly be preferable to the other. Even the way she is now, Kurt can see she's either learned how to keep her hair grown out, or it just ended up that way compared to the old 'furtop' days that really weren't that long ago. Eyes then shift toward the food, the meaty scents quickly making their way to her even without the benefit of a stronger nose. "Ooh, whit is all tha'..?" Someone's attention has been grabbed.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    He smiles and motions for Wolfsbane to take a seat, "Have dinner with me?" hand extended again, tail flicking nervously now. Kurt's smile is all teeth and a wink as he makes the offer, the other hand folded behind his back, as he postures like a performer.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Slowly, Wolfsbane allows a small amount of fur to reappear, which likely brings the enhanced senses back with it. All the better to smell that yummy, tasty meat. "Well, since I'm here an' it seems like ye've brought so much, I suppose I could help ye wi' it so ye dinna have tae bring as much back." No matter the fact he could just teleport with it if he wanted, which he may have done to get out here. She starts by kneeling, after accepting the hand held out, then adjusts to cross her legs. "Thank ye."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    The fact that she accepts his hand causes Kurt's face to light up and once she is seated he settles in, a little closer than he'd been when standing - "You're welcome. I put a few different things in there to drink as well" dishing up a plate ot the barbeque for Rahne, Kurt tries again, "It's been good to see you Rahne, truly."

Wolfsbane has posed:
He's being polite, so why not let him be the gentleman? Wolfsbane even lets him go about serving up a plate for her, leaving her a moment to give a closer look to the drinks. "Whit did ye bring?" the Scotswolf asks, and soon her hands and lap are full of a plate piled with meat and more. With a brief smile she admits, "Aye, it's been..nice as well. I didna really expect this."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Me either" drawing out a few fizzy juices and drawing out a beer with not a lick of english on it, popping the top with his tail before taking a pull. "I figure we'd been spending so much time, in quiet, in private - maybe it'd be good to go out and about. I realized though - I don't know what you'd think the most enjoyable, ja?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane rubs the back of her head a few times, opting for a juice instead. Nothing alcoholic for her. "I mean, wi' whit we both grew up around, it never would have crossed muh mind in th' past, an' even if I did think about ye as more than a friend, can ye imagine whit muh fa--" She shakes her head and frowns at something, making a correction about the Reverend who 'raised' her . "He may be muh father by birth, but he was never a real father tae me, just a hateful man. He left me in a bad place." When it comes to what's most enjoyable for her, she says, "Right noo, anything I can do without him involved is good enough for me." She's told him of the man before.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner nods, pained expression returning. "Hate so often breeds hate and mistrust... and fear" he sifts and moves, daring to put a hand on her knee, as her hands are open. "Just as I said before, you needn't apologize, but like Kitty I expect you'll be apologizing forever." his tail flicks, "But I still feel you needn't... and I'm glad you did consider beyond friendship, even if for a limited time, ja?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane must at least have an appetite, because the traumatic past isn't keeping her from eating. Meat is tasty, especially when there's a more predatorial side in her, whether it fits her personality or not. "He made sure I was afraid o' everything, because it seemed everything I did was wrong in his eyes an' it would doom me tae th' fiery pits o' hell," she murmurs, glancing at the hand before going back to her food, chewing and swallowing. "Tha' was even before I found oot whit I was. Sometimes I just feel like doing anything I want just tae spite him."

The Scottish mutant adds a slow nod to the talk of friendship and beyond, leading her to question, "I'm no'..getting in th' way o' anyone ye're seeing, am I? I'd never try tae interfere wi' tha."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    A slightly chuckle at the comment of spite, "Rebellion is natural, and rebellion against evil even more so." giving a light squeeze before he removes his hand. when her speech slows, and a nod with it, Kurt listens close, ears perking slightly before he states, unable to keep a bit of the cavalier rogue from his speech,
    "Well, as it stands I see noone else, but you, Rahne." smile broad, showing fangy teeth. He tips back his beer and lets that hang there, waiting to see what she makes of it.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Aye, but.." Even for Wolfsbane to have rebellious thoughts is an odd feeling for her, it seems. Then again, consider the change in clothes she's gone with. The old Rahne would not have looked like that. "It's no' tha' he's evil. He's just..misguided, an' a hypocrite. He does no' live th' life o' a Godly man." She nods to the gesture made, then some of that more serious nature fades with a sniff/snort. "I think ye'll need tae be a bit clearer wi' me on tha', Kurt."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner frowns, "Some see the word of Gott" crossing himself instinctively "And use it to justify their own evils, and call it good. It's something to be pitied, especially when they rut themselves so firmly." the Bavarian mrmmms and stands back up, getting an idea as he offers his hand to her, his tail moving to tap at his phone, the music changing to something with a soft beat to follow. "What I meant was that I'd only intended to be seeing you... if you'd have me, mein dame?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane nods her agreement, speaking quietly, "All I know is I'm better off away from him, wi' him oot o' muh life." It may leave her without any true parents, save Moira who legally adopted her some time back, but Moira's been much better for Rahne than Craig could ever be. "He's used tae holding power over others, an' in th' wee village I came from, he held more power than almost everyone else." No surprise how that went to his head and became what it has.

As the background music is switched up, she gives him a questioning glance as she points to her unfinished plate. "Right noo?" she wonders, as it appears he has something else in mind, though the question leads to her initial, unthinking reaction: "Us? Whit would th' others think?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Frankly, I'm trying to not care what others think. But I think we both know it's hard for us to do that, in our own ways." hand still out, commenting, "It'll still be there." winking and trying to flash his most charming smile, Kurt shows even more teeth.

Wolfsbane has posed:
That's Rahne, still worrying over the opinions of others. It's a hard habit to break away from, even if there may be reasons to think about things like that. "Ye're right," she answers, leading to her setting the plate of mostly finished food back down, replaced by the elf's hand.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner lifts her to her feet, gently, tail toying with the speaker to get the volume right. "You have a passion that I feel I only echo sometimes, Rahne, and it may be one of your best features... along with eyes, and when that grin comes out." he may be laying it on thick, but Kurt has always had trouble knowing when to -not- do that. It's nothing fancy, as far as a dance, resting her hand on his shoulder before he loops his behind her waist. "And it's nice to know that there is someone who knows... well how this is like... for those who grew up as we did."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane rises slowly, and chides, "Nothing verra active, ye know. We just ate. It's like swimming." Naturally, she's blushing from the mention of her passion, eyes, smile, which of course draws attention to them, but as he takes on a dancing position with her she says, "Ye just watch it wi' tha' tongue o' yuirs.." She inches up onto her toes for a moment. "An' tha' tail. But..I do have a serious question tae ask, if ye have any advice."

Nightcrawler has posed:
?Tipping another wink, he smiles still, "The spirit takes me and my tongue carries my message." Kurt smiles and moves with her, slowly, nothing too fancy, just a simple box step that's more sway than step, "Please, ask away, and I will try to answer seriously."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Though she's had some basic dance instruction, this is one pairing where Wolfsbane gives way to Kurt's lead. While that's going on, she says, "I've been feeling a wee bit lost ever since I came back. When I was a student we had our classes an' training an' tha' ate up a lot o' time, but right noo I've had trouble figuring out whit I want tae do next. I'm no' sure if I'm cut oot tae be a full-time X-Man, an' I'm no' sure about teaching th' newer students either."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Blinking, surprised, Kurt smiles, "Everyone feels lost at times, Rahne. I had doubts of my place on the team... I think we all do, from time to time. But always keep in mind what you think is best for you, ja?" head canting to one side, "But talk to us, and we'll help, and make sure you do what you feel is best."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Whit sort o' doubts have ye had?" the wolfen one asks, looking up at Kurt in the meantime. It may be something she can identify with, but it could be reasons that have nothing to do with the questions she's had. "I just try tae do muh best, but I know some o' th' things I'm better a' an' th' things I'm no' cut oot for."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner nods "Similar to that... but when I was doing less, I chided myself for it... and the others told me it was undue. They supported me, just as I try to support them." giving her a little hug as he leads their steps.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane focuses on matching the steps he goes through, and in doing so she proves she has that understanding of basic dance. "I know whit ye mean. It's easy tae doubt." No need to remind why. They've both gone through it. Maybe that's part of what led to them looking at each other in a new way recently. The hug is accepted, leaned into, but she says, "No' much more o' this. I'm still hungry."

Nightcrawler has posed:
When she leans in, Kurt smiles and leans to give Rahne a kiss on the cheek. "As the lady so wishes, will be my desire." fangy grin returning, tail lashing nervously back and forth.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane grins back, offering an impulsive little rubbing of the nose to his cheek in return before she slips free. As she said, there's more food to deal with and the concept of leftovers does not appear to be one she's got in mind. "Thanks for inviting me oot for this, Kurt. It was nice."