8258/Hurry up and wait.

Hurry up and wait.
Date of Scene:	11 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Nightcrawler

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    The warning flash across the network had called for priority tasking, a real "drop everything and go" sort of emergency. It wasn't just a bombthreat, it was supposed to be some sort of "mutagenic explosive device". So of course the closest mutant on the roster, and the closest bomb tech are flagged for immediate action. It's all very slick, fully automated and unfortunately not entirely foolproof.

    Galina had been baking, because of course it'd happen when she's got something in the oven. Exotic slavic curses are uttered, the oven is flipped off and power armor is donned.

    So where is this joint? "Seven Pines Mall" is in upstate NY, and well it's been dead since the early 2000s. The local PD, all of four squad cars are pulled up around the entrance. Officers standing around waiting for, whatever comes next. Their gazes lifting to the contrail arching overhead, as the Dynamo makes her way to the scene.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    With the call in, Kurt had been giving distance updates with every BAMF until he was within sight of the flight contrails,
    "Nightcrawler on scene, what in blazes was this happening?" Kurt frowns, looking up to Galina's entry and down at the police, appearing in a puff of smoke and the BAMF of air displacement. "Guten tag officers, SHIELD is here to handle this situation, ja?" flashing his credentials - despite the X-Men suit. "We haf a demolitions expert coming in on site, just keep a perimeter, ja?" frowning now, not used to dealing with people, that's usually Scott, Jean, or Ororo...

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Ironman and War machine might be described as sleek, but not the Airstrike. No it's angular and aerodynamic, a little more F-117 you might say. Covered in a jigsaw pattern of greys, save for the cyrillic in bright red scribbled across that contoured chest plate. It rolls up over the top as it hurtles down, flipping around and flaring that ducted fan to slow it's ascent to a delicate feather fall. Swiveling it's asymetic three eyed gaze over towards Kurt for a moment, before glancing back at the police.

    "Guten tag kamerade, push frequency ein­hundert­dreizehn ja?"Hey it's German, not clean German mind you. That Russian accent isn't hidden in the least, but German never the less. All spoken through, well goodness knows how many voice filters to render a voice that's distinctly both mechanical and frankly a little hard to understand.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Surprised but not unwelcoming of the speech, Kurt grins and adjusts his communicator, raising a hand to engage a subvocal mic, "Danke" murmured to avoid police interception, "Do I call you Dame or Herr?" looking back at the mall and then to Airstrike. His expression isn't hard to read as a little playful. Despite the lack of pupils or iris making his eye features harder to read, his smile is bright and full of razor sharp teeth while his tail flicks about slowly.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "I'm just the Crimson Dynamo, there is no need to bother with details."and back to english, but at least theres no voice modulation over the wireless. "It's nice to work with a Mutant again, been too long."The Winter Guard was all Mutants, save for like Perun and the Crimson Dynamo afterall.

    Anywho she lights that thruster up, and swooshes foreward, crashing through the mall's old glass doors and skidding to a stop as she scans the scene carefully. "I didn't thin you could blow up mutagens, something about thermal cycling the compound? Anyway I read some black powder residue in the air, but no high order explosives. So we might be dealing with amatuers here, watch your step Tovarish."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "It's nice to work with a voice like that, Mein Dame." Kurt moves through the rubble easily, pirouetting mid air to get sight of the walls where there is no broken glass before disappearing and reappearing in identical clouds of smoke, clinging like a gecko. "Ermm... I'd have to check, ja? Not all of us mutants know the science behind it, but they could have been trying to use something try and cause enough hysteria to force people with the gene to mutate?"
    "But if something needs to be moved, I can do it, just a hop skip and a jump, ja?" grin broadening.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Is possible, but is unlikely we are looking at something new. Is bad place to test new prototype weapon, low population density."Helmet sweeping left and right as she walks slowly over than ancient very 90s tile floor, pausing to scuff her boot at a few char marks on the floor "Blackpowder residue, looks like fireworks yes?"

    "You could indeed, but it would not be right to let you take the risk. We will figure out the relative risk when we find the device, but it should probably be me."and a pause as she sweeps her gaze over a beat up ragged backpack covered in hand stitched patches. Right front and center "Mutant Time Bomb!"surrounded by a bunch of, well punk patches really.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "If it needs to be done, it's my job, no?" Kurt adds, moving to the cieling in due time, 'walking' just above Crimson Dynamo. The note about black powder draws a nod, "Ach, I bet it's kids... kids and their games..." sighing as he looks about.
    "See, that just makes it worse for us. I know we'll get blamed, and I almost guarantee it will be normal kids that set something like this up." nostrils twitching and there's a smaller BAMF heralding the arrival of a... foot tall 'chibi' Kurt that appears, making all sorts of growling noises before Kurt says,
    "I need you to check that out, it should be fine, and if it's not you can get out faster than us, ja?" the little creature grumbles, stamps its' foot and relents, heading over to the backpack.
    "Danke, little one! Extra ice cream tonight!" well that seems to cheer it up at least.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Whats in the bookbag? Well theres books, fireworks and the real reason they ditched the bag? Yeah a little bud, enough to get some poor kid into a world of trouble for sure.
    The Dynamo cracks her faceplate, tilting that faceplate up out of her face with a sigh. "Is better for human to protect mutant, your sacrifices would not be appreciated same way. Your people need heroes now, you have duty to them first yes? Children need their role models alive, not memorials."And well she pops open that chest plate to reveal, well it's apparently where she keeps her goodies like delicious american cigarettes. Head bowing as she lights one up.

    "Not that it looks like it will be necessary, I'm guessing?"that at least partially mechanical gaze sweeping up towards Kurt, because well he's the one using...kids?

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Pausing when the helmet cracks, Kurt blinks, "Humans protecting mutants makes the bigots think we force you too with our mind powers, or that we're too weak... Also, gorgeous as you are - I'd see nothing but armor from behind, ja?" tipping her a bratty wink before he flips from the ceiling, while the Bamf snars and yarks at him,
    "Yes, nothing... no it's evidence..." arms folding across their chests, Kurt listens to another bout of growling and huffing, "Yeah I'm still in charge, remember that... Look I don't care if you're three times my age... Yeah that's right... yes yu earned the ice-cream! No you can't have my hair dryer!" growl snarp "No! Look, go... and don't touch her butt." the creature grumbles and disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving Kurt to address Galina,
    "Sorry about that."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Content to watch the antics from afar, well her suspicions confirmed she ashes that cigarette aside. "Oh I'm wearing a Russian super weapon, have killed American heroes, and am a Russian Defector. I don't even know where to begin with what they might say when I find my end, but I know how it would play back in Russia."

    Theres a roll of the shoulders, before finally stepping up to snag that bookbag for her own inspection. that mechanical left eye flaring to life with a dull red glow as she tosses the fireworks aside, before discovering the bud which she gives a curious sniff. "I'm an ultraviolent, chemically dependent double amputee with a death wish. You can do better, my issues have issues."She does at least offer that pot over towards Kurt, as she tosses the bag back where she found it. "You smoke? Heroes ought to keep this kid from ruining his scholastic opportunities, da?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Nein, I do not smoke... Just drink." Kurt smirks at her description "I was left for dead on a roadside within hours of my birth by my mother, was raised in a circus and escaped when they tried to sell me... and my mother was a mutant as well... Don't try to fend me off with issues." looking to the bag, "Was actually hoping for a workout today, ja?" expression darkening slightly.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres another smoke rescued from her chest plate, before oh well she's just going to toke up right here it seems. "Maybe you should start, does wonders for the aches and pains."And there she goes, chaining up just as casual as can be. "Hey anyday nobody needs to die, is a pretty good day right? Especially with all this sentinel madness, you should count yourself lucky when the slow days come."

    Theres a little roll of the shoulders there, before taking a seat on that long dry fountain. "Which reminds me, independent of the SHIELD if your people need my help? You need but ask, I could not protect my team back in Russia so there is much for me to atone for where possible yes?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner mrmmms and nods, taking a seat next to her and drawing out a flask to take a sip. "I lack in aches and pains, typically. Part of my mutation." his legs come up, toes gripping the edge of the fountain, making him seem like a gargoyle. "I can balance in any position, any limb... and contortionists wish they were as flexible at their peak."
    Kurt leans back where he sits, bent nearly completely in half with his head touching just behind where he sits for a moment. "No pain, well I suppose if I don't move a little from time to time, ja?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "You're very fortunate, Russian medicine has done me no favors I'm afraid. Unlike many in the game, I am nothing special. No healing factor, no genetic augmentation."Theres a slow drag, and a cough before that grin finally breaks out. "I'm just polianitsa at the end of the day, when I've got the funding to keep my armor working. To be honest if there was somone worthy, I think I'd be getting out of this life by now."

    "Hard to find anyone who has the right attitude, even harder in America. I would like to give the mantle to a Mutant, in last great "fuck you" to Kremlin. Unfortunately army-mutant policy makes this very difficult, and the Dynamo must remain a soldier first and foremost. Too many civilian heroes already."Theres another drag and a rumble. "You're all too emotional."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "My emotion guides me to do what is right." Kurt notes, eyeing her, "and I don't see a difference between us - I mean... Yes I have the X-Gene, but I'm still human" frowning in thought, "I wake up, I do my exercise, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, suit up and go to work... I live, laugh, make love, mourn, and remember, just like you." brow up as he takes another sip. "Making me different in the mind is the start of bigotry, even benign racism, is racism... especially when there shouldn't be differentiation... That's Magneto's way."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "The differentiation isn't that you're a Mutant, it's that you are a civilian. Major Urses was the closest thing to a brother I have ever known, The Darkstars were like sisters. I would give anything to free them, I would without hesitation die for them. The fact they were mutants does not matter to me, they are still my favorite people in the world."Theres a pause there for another drag. "Winter Guard was as pro mutant as anything in Russia could be, whole team was mutants. Unfortunately Russia is a land governed by insecurity now, and they concern themselves with control more than anything. Control of arms, of minds, of powers."

    "Dynamo however, Dynamo is Army program through and through. Ten soldiers have worn this armor before me, and all of us swore to protect -all- Civilians from -all- threats no matter the cost. The Dynamo has traditions I cannot ignore, and one of them is that it must be piloted by a soldier."And another slow drag, ashing casually before another coughing exhale. "No Mutants in the American army, means no American Mutants who rate. Is not what I want, but even I can only be so disobedient."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Snorting at that, Kurt shakes his head, "The only difference between you and me is someone told you what to do for months until you could march in formation, listen to orders, and parrot rhetoric." arms folding across his chest. "I have fought on frontlines just the same as you, with a team of my fellows, operating just as fluidly as a squad of soldiers."
    He turns to face her head on, lips pressed to a line for a moment, "Und I am not Amerikanner. I'm German." brow knitting.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a sigh there "A very German view of the military life, indeed."Flicking that cigarette away and chaining up another, strictly tobacco affair. "Do I seem like a bastion of post-soviet military rhetoric to you?"Cigarette smoke flaring from her nostrils. "You're getting angry over nothing. I assure you if I mean offense, it will not be subtle in the least. I may be high, but I have never been accused of being subtle. So if I have upset you, I apologize it was not intended."
    Theres a little shrug there "The military is a culture, and I expect it looks silly and strange to outsiders. Goodness knows I don't understand Civilians often enough, but there is no cause for anger here. Some of us are born for this life, some are not."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I just dislike being called a 'mere' civilian. I've been forced into a service, people have tried to sell me like property, kill me... and that was the people who raised me." Kurt snorts again. "I've been fighting entities with the ability to crush matter, warp reality, and take control of your mind and use you as a finger puppet. I'm hardly a civilian, is my point - and lumping me in with them, when they run or cower while me and mine charge headlong into the fray is very insulting."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Theres nothing 'mere' about you, You are a hero. You rush towards action to save others, nevermind the danger. There is nothing 'mere' about it, different not lesser. Not every mantle is right for every person, some ought to be carried by particular kinds of people to uphold the tradition of heroic action established."And another little shrug there. "I have never doubted your courage, conviction or bravery. I serve proudly beside Civilian team mates, and I do not doubt them. You're taking offense where none was intended Tovarish."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Frowning now, brow knitting, Kurt's golden gaze turns on the floor. "I'm sorry... I guess I'm all keyed up, I was expecting something exciting, and... I guess I took it out on you that there was only a backpack full of firecrackers." lips tugging down into a deeper frown, "I apologize."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Gauntlet offered over immediately "I accept fully and completely, no worries. Adrenaline can make us all a little keyed up, I'm as guilty as anyone when I'm juiced up to my eyeballs and doing my one woman army act."She even offers a faint smile there. "No offense was intended by either us, none should be taken. So friends, yes?"The pot isn't hurting of course, she's normally chill but right now? Yeah extra chill. "You wanna set off the fireworks, make sure they don't fall into the wrong hands?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Shaking the offered hand, his own three fingered grip a bit awkward in it. "Sure. Want to radio the cops, or should I - to let them know that it's all clear and we're just... eliminating civilian ordinance to make sure?" tipping a wink at her, Kurt rolls to his feet, liquid as a feline in his movements.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Naw, I got it?"the Dynamo snaps her head foreward, swinging that faceplate back down into place as she keys up the coms. Something something about, demoliton in place and that the cops ought to just go home and let them clear the scene. Which of course works, because who would argue with shirking responsibility to costumed super heroes? This done, well she produces a bic lighter from somewhere and flips it casually towards Kurt. "You can do the honors, as I'm high and you're still in the process of getting sauced up. Fair yes?"