8548/Elf in Black

Elf in Black
Date of Scene:	27 July 2019
Location:	Rahne's Apartment - Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Kurt and Rahne discover they have a little more in common with current circumstances and know they can lean on one another.
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Wolfsbane

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    A tapping at the window, it's the evening, the media buzz has died. She said no surprises, but he doesn't have his phone with, so the best Kurt can do is gentle tapping, like throwing stones at a window but with far fewer chips or possible breaks. Only his hand can be seen, respectful as always as the fuzzy blue elf tries to get Rahne's attention.
    Outside he blinks and tips his head to the side, murmuring to himself. "I suppose she could just hear me if I had talked..." he pauses and looks around, glad no one can see him, "Like now..."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane has curled herself up on the sofa in the living room, watching television in a detached way. Since the discussion with Scott, she went back to Mutant Town and hasn't returned to the mansion in the days since. If he can see her, she's got a somewhat distant stare going on toward the screen, all limbs within the confines of the furniture itself.

A bit of tapping goes unnoticed at first, for there are also voices and other sounds from the speakers, but before much longer she glances toward the window and then does a bit of a double-take before squinting. A shake of the head later and she motions him in.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Slipping the window open and rolling in, to crawl along the ceiling towards her. He's in his suit, but the colors are wrong. No red, no X insignias, all black save his hands and feet.
    Plunking down to the floor and then onto an arm of the couch he offers Rahne a tired smile, "Hello, darlin'." the smile reaching his eyes, at least, "Look like I feel..." bad joke, needs to be made.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane curls back up again amid some blankets. It's not cold outside at all, and in fact the room is somewhat on the warm side as well, but she remains wrapped up all the same, tucked in against one corner of the sofa. "Hullo, Kurt," she answers, but there isn't much of a smile present beyond a brief one. "Ye could have used th' door," she points out, only to go back to staring somewhat blankly at the screen. "Why are ye dressed up like tha'?" Her words? Lethargic.

Nightcrawler has posed:
?"I suppose... " Kurt admits, lips pulling into a line. "I'm keeping out of associations for the moment, that's all." stepping off the couch and away. "I'm sorry, you want space it seems." brow furrowing as he watches her. "Do you want me to go?" tail drooping some as he watches and waits for her reaction.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane sports no sign of her usual outfit, for that matter. She shakes her head slowly, saying, "Nae. It's nothing tae do wi' ye." If anything, she curls herself up a bit smaller. Has she even left the place in the last few days? The counter separating the living room from the kitchen looks like messy kids have been through. A few containers of food overflow from the trash can.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Taking a risk, including the bracing breaths to get up to it, Kurt moves to sit next to her, and even offers open arms to her. "You're hurting... about the backlash too. Aren't you?" corners of his mouth tucking into a hard frown, lines creasing across his features as he waits to see how she responds.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane neither leans toward nor away from the blue elf. Her answer is primarily a shifting of the shoulders and a long, slow breath let out. The volume on the television is low. No need for her to make it any louder than it already is. Rather than answering his question directly, she says with a frown of her own, "I'm just doing whit Scott wants." Probably not entirely true, though.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Brow knitting, Kurt takes another chance and edges over to rest a hand om her shoulder. "Scott tells us to do a lot of things... some I agree with, but not always." he leans towards her, "I don... did he tell you to sit inside and watch tv?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane doesn't shy away, and there's a slight shifting of position toward the touch of the hand. "No' exactly," she admits after a lengthy pause, which in this case is some ten seconds or so of no response. "But I canna screw things up if I stay inside," she adds. Someone is moody.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "He said you screwed things up??" he almost disappears right then and there, to go tell slim a few things. The air around him thickens and his physical presence wavers - but ultimately he keeps himself here, and attempts to pull Rahne into a hug, "I'm sorry, Rahne."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"He said a lot o' things, an' I said a lot o' things back," Wolfsbane reacts by grabbing at his arm, as if to ensure he doesn't just teleport off and do something rash. "He said I should ha' asked for help, I told him I did an' went wi' who responded, he said we should ha' seen whit happened afterward coming, but how were we supposed tae know they'd do tha'? I thought we scared them enough, but they must either no' care or maybe they're more afraid o' who's feeding them th' drug," she explains, continuing to look forward more, less at him or anything else in the room. "We yelled a' each other a bit, then left an' I think things were mostly all right by then, but I've no' felt all right."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    When she grabs him he makes sure to stay. Still frowning and leaning a little closer. "How do you mean? How've you felt?" Kurt's head tips to the side, "What'd you tell about? Is it why you don't feel right?" tail flicking nervously. He shifts again and attempts to put an arm around her, trying to be comforting, but having clear trouble knowing if he's doing the right thing with her.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane shakes her head once. "When Doug died before, I..I blamed muhself for a long time. Maybe I still do. I went tae th' Danger Room an' lost track o' how many different ways I could ha' done something just a wee bit different an' he'd no' ha' died. I know he came back, but it's been hard tae believe in some ways. When I found oot he got shot again an' I didna even have th' time tae start working there yet, I had tae get back a' th' ones who did it, but it led tae someone else dead. Even when I think I'm doing th' right thing, it goes wrong." A lot of words, something buried deep inside, pent up, coming out. She remains bundled up in blankets, even with the arm now there.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    At that though, Kurt pulls her in for a hug, even if it blows back on him, he has to try, he can't just sit to the side. "Rahne, darling... It happened, we didn't mean for it, and it happened. I don't like it... I've been staying away, or I've been in the danger room... just... fighting until I passed out and the safeties cut in. I should have come here." gushing out as he tries to make sense of it and find the right words.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane is felt, at first, to shy from more contact, but within a moment or two of it starting up an arm slides around his side and she leans into it with a sucked-in breath. So he's retreated to the Danger Room for things like that as well. It comes as a revelation of sorts to her, leaving her blinking a few times. "Oh, Kurt.." she whispers. "But..he still said we're no' tae do anything else wi' this unless we come tae him first. I just want th' place tae be safe, an' this Hook stuff gone."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I'm not engaging, I'm watching. Recon. They use me as a means to travel and to spy." Kurt attempts the second arm, seeking comfort as much as he intends to give. Daring a quick kiss at her temple, "When I see him, he'll have a blasted mission report and guideline. All my recon, and he wants to bench me for doing recon and not contacting, without flying his and Charles's damned symbol, then I'll do so. I'll go find Brian, and get the band back together..." firm and upset at the same time, a brave face that looks ready to break. "I'm sorry I didn't come over sooner. I just... I didn't want to be mad... and risk it feeling like I was mad at you. Because I'm not." even his tail loops around trying to add to the hug.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane lets out a very long, slow breath. "Watching..is good. I was gaunae watch over th' club, away from sight." But she hasn't yet. She hasn't done anything yet. The kiss is accepted as-is, but Kurt's words - something in particular - draws a glance more toward him even as she burrows into his side somewhat. "Whit band?" Her head shakes after that. "I didna think ye were mad a' me."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Well, yes, I know... now. But I was so... angry. I didn't want that to be viewed wrong." as she tucks in he curls closer around her, leaning to rest his head against hers. "Excalibur, it was... Europe based, but Brian has been in town, I saw him today. I was thinking of seeing if he wanted to get the group back together. Something without... well." he sighs, "I was a super hero... and now I'm a commando." the last sentence bitten out.

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I'm no' sure whit we are any more," Wolfsbane answers, still frowning. "An' I'm no' sure where I belong right noo. I'm no' a New Mutant any more, an' I'm no' an X-Man. Teaching..." She just shakes her head to say what she thinks of that. "I figured maybe here I could make more o' a real difference, an' in th' first week just look a' whit's happened. Th' news even mentioned a Sentinel an' I had nae idea it was around."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I didn't till it was right on top of things. It's how I found Captain Britain was... well in America, and out of retirement." Kurt frowns deeper. "We'll do what we can, ok? Scott doesn't own us. We're not Charles's toy soldiers. We're volunteers when we work with them, remember?" Kurt sighs and stares into space, worrying his lower lip between fanged jaws.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane asks, "But everything is all right? Naebody else..dead?" Wolfsbane asks. If things reach the point where success is measured by whether someone died or not...oof. She adds, quietly, "I told Scott I still have hope an' a belief in th' Dream, but whit if things are going away from tha'? Is it still possible?" She doesn't sound so certain.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "No one was hurt. Don't worry. Sentinel was destroyed too, so it won't be bothering anyone any more." brow knitting Kurt moves to rest his cheek in her hair, frowning deeper. "I don't know any more... It's all... covert ops, and... well it's like we're not even trying to get equal rights. We're just fighting things."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I'm tired o' fighting things right noo," Wolfsbane says quietly, eyeing the television before she says, "TV off." No need for a remote control to turn it off. Yay for small technological advances. "I should clean up tha' mess over there," she adds, giving the food scraps and other waste a look. "An' if ye dinna have anywhere tae be, maybe ye could stay th' night."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    A small smile at that, bowing his head slightly. "I'd like that, yes." voice small before he looks to the mess. "I can help clean. You rest ok?" Kurt's tail moving to try and light gently under her chin, to turn her face towards his so that he can nuzzle his nose against hers. "It'll take barely a minute ok?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane shakes her head. "I've had some poor nights o' sleep, but it's getting a wee bit better." There's success with the tail, and she returns the gesture after a moment as a brief smile creeps back in. "If ye dinna mind cleaning up after me," she adds. "I can go make th' bed."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Sounds like a plan. I missed having someone to snuggle up to." Kurt rolls forward off the couch onto all fours, hunting down a trash bag and setting to cleaning up. "I'll take care of this, you go hide your thousand girl pillows you don't want me to see." giving a cheeky smile as he sets to his task.