9695/Spider-Kurt

Spider-Kurt
Date of Scene:	21 October 2019
Location:	The roofs of downtown New York at night.
Synopsis:	Kurt and Cindy meet by chance, become friends, eat gyros, fight crime and snuggle because Cindy needs warmth and sugar to make back all that blood she was getting everywhere!
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Silk

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Nightcrawler has posed:
Sitting, sort of, sideways on the vertical plain of an office building near downtown, Kurt crouches, shadows gathered around him, hands splayed between his feet as he rests like some sort of... cat like gargoyle.

Or a Cat-Elf Gargoyle. That works. Yes. But he's been at this a lot lately, working at the street level, his suit is even blacked out - no association with the X-Men or his SHIELD connections. The freedom is definately a draw, it's peaceful up here where there is only the ruffling his hair and the dull, distant, rumble of down below. The only breakup of the quiet being the comm earpiece that periodically rattles off police scanner data.

Silk has posed:
    Who needs a scanner when you have silk sense. So very sensitive to everything it drives one crazy. Gotham has been left behind in the moment as Silk THWIPS out a line and pulls herself with a lean and tuck of her elbow to her side. She's letting the atmosphere of the city roll over her, her lips pulled into a faint smile as the rush of hair moves her dark hair back away from her face. She's adopted a bat fam mask really, leaving her eyes covered as she sends another line and then feels something.

    Something different.

    Silk hesitates but continues on her trajectory that now is planned just past Kurt, swinging in low and fast as if she were some sparrow dive bombing a figure unknown that could be a threat. All that he will hear is the whistle of her getting closer and then pas as organic silk rushes free of her fingers and tangles around his legs in an attempt to keep him against the building so she can inspect him.

Nightcrawler has posed:
While he may not have Spidey Sense, or Silk Sense... Kurt's mutation's reflexes border on preternatural awareness. Living with Pete helps too- so when he hears the 'TWIP' sound he just looks down as his hands and feet are suddenly encased in silk, looking at the blur to see if Spider-Man was on his rounds and playing tricks.

"Very funny, very funny. Do I really have to get out of this on my own now?" one golden eye squinting as his brow arches. Tail flicking he sighs at the state of his suit, gloves, and climb socks.

"I'm going to send him a dry cleaning bill one of these days." but then he realizes the color was wrong and the fuzz on the back of his neck suddenly stands on end. Venom? One of those multiverse pests? Pan-dimensional arachnid monsters? Please not the third one.

Silk has posed:
    Silk is on her way back, swinging in fast as she narrows her gaze. Noticing no violent action taken a different attempt is formed as she redirects and lands with a sticking sound to the side of the building. Her dark hair settles around her black mask and suit. For a moment she stays still, letting her senses allow her to gauge him. "Who are you?" she asks of him, her lips drawing back and then pressing into a thin line as she starts to climb towards him. Just like spidey in almost every way but she's..female.

    She's got no funny quips or youthful banter. In fact she seems far more intent and focused as she gets near him. "You acted like you knew me...why?" the voice is insistent, focused as the dark eyes behind that mask catch the light and shine. She gets near enough to touch but does not, instead rises a little so they are more face to face, tension running along her shoulders as she waits. As if he might do something.

Nightcrawler has posed:
BAMF! Kurt disappears in a cloud of indigo smoke, reappearing instantly a yard to the right of where he was in identical cloud and sound of displaced air. The webbing torn free of the building, and a knife drawn by his tail slicing it from his wrists his ankles.

"Well I know of Spider-Man, and I've seen that Ghost Spider. Getting to be quite a few of you out here, meine dame." Kurt's own eyes wary on her, and now that he's freed himself his hands and legs are splayed out, keeping his grip on the side of the building.

"I'm called Nightcrawler, by the by... I'm one of the good guys around here, ja?"

Silk has posed:
    "Are you?" Cindy looks all together unsure but half of her face is still unreadable. Silk tilts her head, allowing him the space between as she shakes. "Silk...." she murmurs. "Friend of Spider-Man. Close friend," she says and then drags her teeth over her lip. "Bit by the same spider close," she remarks and then rolls a shoulder back, knocking off some of the tension as she stands up, now perpendicular to the ground as she lets her feet remain in place against the building.

    "Nightcrawler..and apparently somewhat descriptive and apt name," she says of him. She walks up the side of the building, still allowing him that distance. "What are you?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
Pacing her, walking on all fours as naturally as any quadruped, Kurt watches, tail flicking back and forth whilst his body twists so that she is centered in his vision. At the question of what he is there is a moment's pause before the Bavarian responds,

"I guess you call me a mutant... not my preferred term." once he has enough distance that he needn't twist her hunches again, watching closely. His body language telling a story of expected prejudice for his being, expression neutral but the gold eyes, with their lack of pupils, looking a little sad as his expectations boil over physically from his thoughts.

Silk has posed:
    "A mutant, I suppose that is what I am as well. A mutation of the normal human strain of DNA. So yours was by birth....mine was something else." There is no judgement from Cindy, no Silk in fact stays where she is to watch him and those yellow eyes peering back at her. "I suppose if you know Pe...Spider-Man, that makes us acquaintances, Nightcrawler." She is VERY different from Peter. Far more matter of fact as she starts to climb for the top of the building and pauses.

    "So what do you call that ...teleportation? How very handy," she remarks softly. A curious tilt of her head before she continues upwards once more.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt watches her walk and then BAMF! he is ahead of her, out of arms reach, but unable to keep himself from showing off a little. "It's part of my... me. People call it by the sound it makes sometimes, but... really it's just teleporting." the smoke being blown away almost immediately, indigo clouds sailing into the night.

"It has uses, ja. If I'm not going to make the jump, if I feel like jumping." looking out at the city again. "I suppose you're strong and quick like him as well, meine dame?"

Silk has posed:
    "It is a nice ability, helpful and ..well with a variety of applications," she admits. Silk pauses when he is ahead of her and goes still, her head tilted up to look at him as she makes a thoughtful sound. "I..." her voice trails off and she lowers her gaze, lookin at the reflective surface of the building she currently sticks to. "Yes and no..he is stronger, and I am faster. I can sense things far more clearly at times but I have not..." she is giving away all her secrets and part her quiets. "I normally am in Gotham. But its. nice to come home some times."

    She turns her head to look out for a moment, her gaze lingering as the wind picks up and moves her dark hair about. "Peter and I keep our distance. It is better that way...some things come with being bitten by the same spider."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I suppose... though I can't clearly understand - but similar DNA I guess?" Kurt resumes crouching there, like some predatory animal, as he stills the shadows growing around him like mist. "I don't go to Gotham much... they've plenty of problems, but it doesn't feel as welcoming... as welcoming as anywhere really is for a mutant."

Kurt's head tilts to one side and he decides something, "You can call me Kurt if you want. It's not like I'm a secret - raising one three fingered hand as example. "Hard to be if you want to explore the world and look like this, ja?"

Silk has posed:
    "Gotham is an acquired taste, that I will agree with," Silk remarks, perched on the side of the building with him and now here to go but everywhere. Really the options are endless and more so considering his powers. "Kurt...you just give out your name?" she asks of him, her head tilting curiously as she smiles briefly. "Cindy." She can hide, he can not but there is her name. But its nothing special really and he won't be able to find her among all the other Cindy's in the world.

    She scales upwards, closer to him after he had positioned himself while showing off. She gets closer, aiming to get to the top of the building in a hurry.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Yes, my name, very brusque though, I like yours, Cindy." flashing a smile full of needle teeth, "Lot more friendly." as she nears he simply does a reverse walkover to keep pace, body and even some of his bones going over until his hands touch and his legs can swing up and over, repeating as necessary.

"I appreciate the giving as well. Easier than all of this code name bother eh?" rolling backwards once more when he needs. "You seem in a rush, am I keeping you? If so I apologize."

Silk has posed:
    "I just think clinging to the side of building that is all glass invites disaster," she points out. Silk is quick then, launching herself up quickly to jump higher and past him, gasping the top of the building and hauling herself over. She lands and rises, standing there in the fitted suit before she turns, her hand lifting to her mask to adjust it. "Also I keep imagining people staring out at us with well..really glass between. Not a fan," she expresses and then rolls her shoulders back and stretches.

    Only then when he is fully atop the building does she close some of the distance to him, a fluid graceful sort of motion like the spider she is. "Do not apologize. I spend most of my time with my own thoughts."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Appearing in another cloud of smoke atop the building, Kurt gives a nod, "That too I can understand, though I tend to go unnoticed at times when I cling." grinning and standing up finally when he is on a horizontal surface.

"So I suppose the Bat people are more your associates then, if in Gotham. A shame." his grin growing a little cheeky as he turns slightly to look over the skyline for a moment, shifting to keep his hair from blowing into his eyes.

Silk has posed:
    "For good reason," Cindy pronounces as she steps up closer, joining him in surveying the city at large. She is quiet there after, her gaze lingering as she then ticks her fingers into the air. "I can tell where Peter is.." she remarks faintly and then shrugs her shoulders. "We both are far less distracted and clear headed when we are not around one another. Besides, he is happy." There is a tight smile on her lips before she lowers her hand and lets it come to her side.

    "A shame...you barely know me to make that sort of statement," she says but there is a thoughtful motion of her hand. "Who do you work with?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Well a shame because you're fetching in the tights. It's quite a few ports to try and sneak a peak." toothy smile back again as Smoothcrawler bubbles to the surface. "I work with the X-Men... and SHIELD... and I'm a teacher to younger generations of my kind." Kurt admits, though the jocular tone remains in his voice. Lips pursing as he looks over the city still.

"I'm trying to advocate for rights as well. We're not treated well, obvious or not. We're not people to most. Even though that's all we are. People."

Silk has posed:
    Lips slowly part as suddenly Kurt offers her flirtation and catches Cindy off-guard. She sniffs at the air and then turns about, looking back over the city as she unconsciously lowers her hand to drag over her suited leg. Her touch lingers and then she clears her throat. "Oh..that is how you know Spider-Man," she says, connecting the dots then before she arches a brow, glancing up at him as she nods.

    "I mean... a decade ago I might have been unsure myself. I think most people just don't know what to make of those like us. Different. Though it is not like you can hide, I can blend in." She observes softly, her masked gaze turning to look at him as she offers him a smile. "But you are a rather lovely shade of blue."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Smile more sincere than cocky now Kurt offers an exaggerated bow, one hand on his chest the other arm flung wide, a performers bow that is more muscle memory than conscious action. "It is indeed how I know him. I see him around some of the others quite often. And you're right, most don't know what to make of us. But most people fear, and that is the most unfortunate things... Magneto, the Brotherhood. They only make it worse."

The smile falters just a moment before he finally responds to the last, "And I thank you, though sometimes I wonder what I would look like, naturally, without it. There's means to simulate, but it's a lie at the end of the day." a pause, "Thou shalt not bear false witness."

Silk has posed:
    "It does not stop you from wanting to feel like you could walk down the street without being looked at," Cindy remarks. "False witness or not, you are human..as you say and thus you will have human faults and weaknesses. That want to be accepted is a large part of who we are," she expresses. As if perhaps she might commiserate to an extent. "Whatever you may wish, you are not unpleasant to look at. In fact you are quite fascinating. In a good way," she quickly adds the last.

    She moves to the edge of the building. "I know you teleport, but how often have you gotten to ride through a swing of the web? Its a rush...with the wind in your hair." Perhaps wishing to turn the topic away of what could be she steps up to the ledge and turns towards him, extending her hand in his direction with her palm up.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Not by web, but when I was performing I enjoyed the trapeze." grinning at the shift from what could have become a dark road for Kurt, trundling down memory lane such as it would be. His hand closes over her wrist so that she can do the same, an acrobat's grip, confident that he'll be fine. More bravado? Or a certainty that he can get himself out of trouble.

"And if it's going to be my first time, I wouldn't be against it being with you, ja?" more bravado, flipping his hair out of his face. Not unpleasant... Well he can try to give downright dreamy if he can work up to it.

Silk has posed:
    The hair flip draws an amused smirk across Silk's lips, her head canting to the side to spill dark jet black hair away from her shoulder. "Well then, I am honored," she remarks and gripping his wrist back, still facing him she lifts her hand an twists her body so that in the fall as she pushes off the edge, her extreme strength pulling him with, she lets a line free. Not from some capsules on her wrist but instead from her fingers. Real webbing.

    The line hits the taller building across the way and they plummet down the arch of the line until the web strengthens and they swing, swooping along rooftops and near the street before they start to rise back up. Wind whistles and barely audible is another web line that she grasps at causes them to swing about a building next, as they jet through New York at break neck speeds.

Nightcrawler has posed:
A laugh escapes him, and to ease her ability to sling, he shifts, his tail going around her waist before he moves to... well half-crouch on her back. Feet around her hips, hands on her shoulders. The grip is firm, and eerily identical above and below - in addition to the belt of his tail.

"Do you heal like him? I could show you something as well! But what I do can make people... less hardy very tired, very quickly ja?" forced to call out loudly against the roar of the wind and to fight down his own laughter as the adrenaline sets in.

Silk has posed:
    The tail throws her off a moment, not expecting it at all until she glances down to see what it is. The way he holds onto her causes her laugh a bit. In either case she twists about, causing him to roll with her in a spiraling descent without a net. But out comes that webbing and she shoots off another web that has them lifting off the ground last minute to the cries of people around them. A strange sight indeed.

    Cindy cares not. She barely hear him and as they reach the top of their swing, she flips with him still attached. Pulling her legs in to send them in a somersault before she is using both hands. One web catches to one side and the other like a bungee cord rig. They fall and spring back up where she does another tuck and then is once more slinging them across the city.

    "I do heal like him, yes....the same everything."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Good, this might feel weird then." and when they are at the peak of movement... BAMF! It's a sucking pull, heat and a flash of... hell? It's a split second, but for ones like the Spider-Clan, that might be enough. But it's like pushing through... fabric in that miniature eternity... And then they're a good fifty yards away from where they were. Enough to make them a little winded... But they're tumbling through the air the brimstone cloud left behind - his own body control such that he can set them into a twisting roll to give her time to acclimate her surroundings.

"It's like that, but much less for me!" laughing again as they soar and plummet at the same time.

Silk has posed:
    "Wait..." Cindy says as the webbing finds nothing and for a split second its like trying to breathe in molasses and her senses have gone wild. Sensitive silk sense blinds her, kills her head and she winces as all those alarm bells that suddenly blared through her senses dies away. Catching her breath, she blinks, momentarily dizzy even as he rights them. Everything seems off and she struggles. A line misses, then the second...the third hits but is one she can't hold onto. In desperation she quickly shoots several webs in an effort to make a net for them. They hit it and it starts to give a few of the strands breaking until she is desperately spinning. They bounce a few times and then come to rest in it as she tears off her mask and lifts a hand to her forehead.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I am so sorry!" Kurt averts his eyes when she pulls off her mask, "I am not used to such disorientation, and I grew to excited meine dame!" trying to let her keep her identity to herself, Kurt's tail unwraps from her and it lashes across his head like a blindfold, even as he closes his eyes. "I'm a trained field medic, do you need anything administered?"

He remains there, in the net - not groping around save to get his kit from it's place on his belt, listening for her directions while keeping his eyes covered.

Silk has posed:
    "Where..where did we go?" Cindy pants, the heel of her hand pressing to her eye as she leans over her legs. She leans into them as her head comes to rest on her knees. She does not hide her face but her hair does the job. "Nothing you can give me...part of who I am," she tries to explain. "Wherever we went...it set off my senses. Warnings. So much danger....you see...I am not sure but I think my senses reach further..are more sensitive," she remarks and rubs at her temple as she straightens up and looks at him. "What..." she starts to ask, confusion writ across her brow. "What are you doing?" she asks of him when he goes to cover his face.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"You may have given your name, but I'm not stealing your face, Cindy." Kurt states, "We went... to another dimension, fraction of a second, and then we come back. I can only touch it when I teleport. But it is dangerous. Very dangerous. There is a mutant that rules there." he tenses some, brows knitting,

"He could very easily be a more deadly assassin than even Deadshot, or Death Stroke... or even Wade Wilson. He's called Azazel." resting a hand on her shoulder, gently. "Welcome to interdimensional travel I guess. Rough beginning I apologize."

Silk has posed:
    "Steal my face...you allow me to see you..." Cindy lets out a breath and then goes still at the mention of someone who is more deadly than some of those she has heard of. Her brows furrow ands he shifts while she still works through the ache in her head. It hurts. Oh how it hurts as the senses are now starting to subside.

    "I ..I think I understand." Which probably leans to the fact that Cindy is a science geek like Peter. She wets her lips and rubs at her face. "Its okay..." she says but then sighs, pressing her mask up over her face now that the cloth has cooled it feels pleasant in the moment.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Yes, I let you see me, doesn't mean I should see you if you haven't given me permission." He doesn't open his eyes though, for now, waiting to be sure it seems. "I forget about Spider-Man's senses... I suppose he would go haywire in there too, no?" Kurt frowns and pulls a thick pad from his kit, by touch, twists it and hands it to Cindy, a rhime of frost already forming on it.

"If your head or anywhere else aches that should help. The Brimstone Dimension can be tiring to travel through as I do, but someone like Spider-Man should recover quickly, ja?" smiling through his 'blindfold'

Silk has posed:
    "Yes...I suppose I am," Cindy admits. "It is safe, my mask is back on." Silk watches him curiously but presses the cool point of contact atop her head, letting out a sigh as she closes her eyes. She lays back in the netting of the web that holds them from dropping further. Her hand presses the cold pack into place and then her eyes open, staring skyward as more light is leaving the sky. "So then..Brimstone...demons?" she questions, her head turning to look down at his tail and without thinking her hand lowers to touch it but stops short. "Is that what you are?" she wonders of him - not fearful but the sounds of it but merely curious. "I am just glad I do not actually look like a spider."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"No. Not a demon." brow knitting, shrinking back at the title. "No. They're mutants there. But we look like this. Some red, some purple... I have my mother's color - though she's not from there." Kurt admits, watching her hand, "You can touch it if you like, I won't be offended."

As he offers his tail rises up, the spaded tip where she can easily look. "I don't know how to properly describe what it feels like to have it... Other than I can feel it up my spine if someone gives a tug." trying to inject cheer again with a smile that shows out in the dark like a Cheshire grin when mixed with the glow of his eyes. Again at rest the light is being absorbed around him, a dull gloom enveloping his form.

Silk has posed:
    "I suspect just like another sense," Cindy remarks, quickly dropping the demon part after seeing his reaction. "You are a nightcrawler," she offers him though her fascination is clear as she reaches out. Her gloved fingers test the spade, a thoughtful sound made. But she does not tug it rather studies it at length, a few touches here and there before she withdraws her attention. She furrows her brows and sits up, allowing the cold pack to fall down into her hand.

    "I want to try again. Show me. I am prepared this time.." she starts to close herself off, feelshim less, feels the city less and then sucks in a tense breath. "Can you linger? I want to see it." She reaches out a hand to his, gripping him if he allows.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"No... I can't linger... Or I haven't tried. It wouldn't be safe. If I take someone to far it can kill them. We'd need" Kurt frowns, "We'd need lab space, ja?" giving her a dubious look at first before correcting as well.

"Ja, It's a holdover from my youth. If you get a chance you can google me, The Amazing Nightcrawler. Much of it will be in German, and in review of a circus act. I'm Kurt. I'm a person. Nightcrawler is a name for the field, Kurt is one for friends" taking her hand he gives another nod. "We're going to appear on top of that building with the flat roof" indicating with his chin "Hold your breath, it helps some." allowing a moment for that before BAMF!

The pulling sensation, leaving the world they know for one that he is intimately familiar, for a fraction of a second - the speed of thought. The hellscape of Azazel's dimension, portals, floating land masses, and creatures stalking or preying on another.

And then they are back, the brimstone smoke cloud wafting away in the rooftop air. Kurt has moved though, to catch her if she falls or stumbles.

Silk has posed:
    She might well have been prepared for it and given him a nod to go but that means nothing. NOTHING. When she is ripped through dimensions beside him. Not even a second and the feel of the roof is disoriented beneath her feet. She left that ice pack somewhere - maybe in another dimension maybe back on the webbing. She does stumble, her legs giving out beneath her a bit.

    "Whoa.." she gasps and grabs at the air and him, flailing to find purchase as her focus starts to come back. "I felt....chaos...danger.." she tried to dampen it but still.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Arms and tail working in unison, Kurt lifts and holds her. His expression being... well expectant of the results, waist corded by his tail, his arms about her catching her as if in the midst of a dancer's dip. Letting her get her bearings as he slowly stands her back up. He moves her as if she were nothing with the combination of his limbs, the tail itself seeming to have as much strength as his arms combined.

"Deep breaths. Just breath. Yes. It's dangerous there, like I said." he smiles, still worried by the creasing of the fuzz on his forehead, but not panicked. "If you need me to help you sit down, I will."

Silk has posed:
    Clutching at him until the roof stops spinning and dipping about, Cindy starts to straighten up. "No..no I think I got it this time." She does start to eas up on her death hold upon him. She lifts her head and meets his gaze as she smiles and considers him. "How...how do you not fall over? How often do you do that? Certainly not a lot I hope." Her equilibrium is coming back and she draws a deep breath to center herself.

    Silke smiles at him, her lips parting as she reaches up and graces a finger to his ear. "So blue..." she says, her smile ticking up further. "It makes you unique."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I can do it quite a bit - do it a lot and I grow tired... Too much and I start to hurt, and if I push, I've been comatose after." Admitting his shortcomings and thin blinking when she touches his ear,

"Hey now, meine dame, if you keep toying with the merchandise I may ask for dinner and dancing first." the cocksure bravado is back, emphasized by the lazy smirk and the toss of his head to flip his hair.

"I've an amazing equilibrium too. I can balance in any position, perfectly." allowing a dramatic pause, "Any."

Silk has posed:
    "Very well, do you prefer take out on rooftops?" Cindy does not balk or back down, she stares at him as she stands there, hands going to her hips after he reacted to her touching his ear. Her head cants, spilling dark hair over her shoulder while he flips his. "You either need a hair cut or you know how best to move your head to get the most effective hair sweep," she tells him.

    She pauses, stepping back - SLOWLY - still not quite herself. "Show me.." she motions.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It's all in the neck." Kurt winks, regarding the hair flip comments before he turns over backwards, planting one clawed finger on the roof before his legs lift and he... well he begins balancing. Tail moving like a serpent as his legs position and bend until he stops moving entirely.

"Ta-daaaa!" Kurt beams, adding, "Rooftop take-out is the only kind of take out, no?"

Silk has posed:
    Cindy begins to think he did not catch her comment abou take out as he settles onto a finger and then lifts his legs. She winces, staring at his finger and then her eyes tick up, meeting his gaze as her lips part and she shakes her head, "Careful.." she bids of him, every part of her tense in regards to his safety.

    She steps forwards and tilting her head so she can nearly look at him eye to eye, she smiles. "What would you like to eat, I can go get it." She offers. A date? She did touch his ear! The scandal!

    Cindy steps back, "I know this place with great gyros...and we can share some fries." She already is removing her mask but stops. "Do you want me to be a mystery?" She can order in her suit.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It's all about weight distribution! Never fear... Gyros do sound good as well." Kurt makes a 'hup' sound as he shifts to a three finger hand-stand, knuckles flexing as he twists himself into a spin before he bends and lowers himself to his elbows, spine bent almost completely in half as his legs come around, gesturing like hands.

"It's your choice, mystery or not. But I didn't want it if it wasn't your choice. Not much we have in this life besides who we are, ja?" hands folded now, as if this was completely normal. "OH! Extra tzatziki - fries taste good in it too"

Silk has posed:
    Cindy watches him, obviously enjoying the show as her head tilts and she steps back with a hand on her hip. Silk mmms thoughtfully and is about to turn to go retrieve food in disguise when he calls for extra sauce. "Sounds like we agree on something...I will make sure to get lots." She says and then there is thes ound of her webbing as she falls off the ledge and swings, her shadow against the sunset as she disappears from sight.

    Kurt better be where she left him because after about twenty minutes she can be seen on her way back, webbing around boxes as she lands, sliding across the roof to a stop before setting them down. SHe tears the webbing apart and sets out two things of frieds, gads of extra sauce and two large gyros. She sits herself down and begins to open up her food.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt is actuall in the same posture when she arrives, no look of strain from the extreme of posture. His 'socks' are removed, leaving blue feet with his finger like toes and pads like a cat's squish beans for grip.

"This from the guy on eighty second? Or Thirtieth?" sniffing and looking like he's getting ready to drool, getting himself served up with a stomach growl. "It's the guy on Thirtieth, right?" head tipping.

Silk has posed:
    "Come eat, it does not matter where it came form," Cindy implores as she smirks at him. "But yes, that is the location." She shoves two containers at him and puts a large container of sauce on top of them both. A nice little stack of food for each that will feed the rampant use of carbs to fuel their super powers.

    She reaches up then, removing her mask unceremoniously and setting it aside. The korean features are far more noticeable now and she dusts dark hair back behind her ear. YOUNG. She looks so young.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"No offense but... I swear I'm getting to retirement age at this point, it seems like more and more masks are barely twenty if at all." opening up the containers and rocking back a bit to use a hand and both feet to open containers and dig into dipping fries in the best sauce known to man. His tail is for the Gyro, spiraling round to hold it perfectly before he takes a sauce filled bite.

"Himmel... that is good. Thank you. You may also touch my ears at will." snickering at the continued joke, swallowing down another bite. "So you sense things better... hard to hurt, strong." lips in a thoughtful line, "What else can you do...?"

Silk has posed:
    "I am sorry?" She blinks a few times. "I am twenty-five," Cindy is quick to remark, her brows lifting up. "Oh.." her voice trails off and she clears her throat. "Genes..." She murmurs, offering him a smile as she stares at his ear and then rises up, her hand pressing into the roof as she leans over the food and traces his ear again with her finger.

    She retracts her hand and settles back to sit, choosing to join him in eating.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Blinking at the touch, but still laughing at it, Kurt shrugs. "Age slower then..." tucking in once more, "Don't feel bad the people not trying to kill me, or back away usually want to poke and prod." his mouth suddenly full of Gyro, "Don't feel bad ja?" munching fries as he continues,

"Most want to pet me, pull the tail, poke the ears. I mean... It's better than firebombs and bullets."

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    "Yes well, as you told me you did not wish to see me unless I wished to be seen. I will not touch you unless you tell me I can," Cindy remarks, settling donw to seat her food, trying not to spill too much as she liberally pours more sauce over her gyro. She takes her next big bite and the container is hit by quite a few plops.

    She mmmms at something but can not speak.

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"Well, if it helps assuage curiosity, you can." Kurt offers as he puts a few fries -into- his sauce covered something. It's in there. It has to be. But there's so much sauce.

"Und yes, before it becomes a question. Everything is fuzzy and blue. So awkwardness is avoided, no?" snickering

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    Cindy does not immediately reach out, in fact she keeps eating those his last comment causes her to color, the pale olive skin going a dusky pink. "I...of course no." AHEM! She quickly eats more fries becuase it means she need not speak. ROOF! She stares at the roof for a time and then something catches her halfway through her gyro.

    She gets to her feet quickly, mask forgotten in the moment as she turns about and stops. "Trouble." she says, her senses tingling and causing her to shiver. SHe starts forward and then, hurrying across to the opposite side of the roof and forgetting the covering that keeps her from being known.

    She climbs up onto the ledge and stands there, eyes closing.

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"Your mask!" Kurt says, quickly setting his food into its package and flipping up to his feet to head towards her. "Do you need a hand?"

Lacing his finger to crack his knuckles as he loosens up. "I'm handy in a scrap, meine dame!" hopping onto the ledge and looking out into the city. Oh how we wanted those gyros though. But sometimes delight had to wait.

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    Mask. She missed it but glances back, hesitating before she crosses paths with him towards it. Fingers curl into the side of it and slap it up onto her face and smooths it around the contours of her cheeks. Moving for the ledge once more, she hoves there looks, watches. Trying to extend her senses she stops, staring ahead as her chin tucks and she narrows her gaze. "That way."

    Silk merely says, "Follow." There is a resolute focus on her, something that speaks of a vigilante streak as she jumps off the building and sends a line out to swing herself away from the ledge. She starts her path through the city buildings, feet running along the side of one as she hits it an dthen jumps and flips forward to catch another line to send her swinging quickly in an angled arc. Ther are sirens now, growing louder as they start heading directly head on at a car chase with several large black SUVs careening through the streets and stoplights. Horns blare, sounds of cars crashing fill the air and that is just likely to be the beginning.

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When she leaps Kurt follows. Swan diving over the edge before he is with her at the beginning of the jump with a BAMF! Kurt's feet grab her ankles and he adds sudden weight to her swing, releasing midway through to missile through the air, and leave her suddenly lighter to shoot forward like a sling-stone.

The SUVs below take his attention and as he twists through the air, he motions to the lead SUV, then her, while using his tail to point at himself and the one in the back.

"Sandwich! I'll appear right when you get there!" hands together and then 'exploding' as he makes a 'BOOF!' sound with his lips, clearly enjoying himself as he tumbles through the air.

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    The sudden force with which she moves nearly causes her eyes to tear up. She blinks and narrows her gaze, trying to focus when he releases and suddenly is ahead of her, signaling what he wants her to do. OH NO! First car is coming up fast and she cuts the web, screaming throug the air at a car that is moving in her direction. Silk lands atop it and the windshield shatters and the top of the SUV caves in a bit from the force of her hitting it.

    SHe makes a sound and then is crawling, attemptiong to wrip the door off the car with a good hand hold. A gun suddenly comes out of the back and with flashes of light unloads at her.

    Crying out she gasps and twists, feet skidding along the pavement as the driver attempts to squash her up against a car they are passing. She flips up and over, landing further back as she grips. The back window shatters and a few bullets graze her flimsy costume and there is a grunt from her, causing her to nearly lose hold of the vehicle before she swings in through the now open window of the back hatch. She grabs the semi automatic and bends it before slamming the but of the gun into the face of its owner. Her ears ring as a pistol she manages to swipe out of the way goes off right next to her head. She twists the guys arm and breaks as as she slides over the back seat.

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The window is open He can see... That's all he kneeds.
BAMF!
Kurt appears in the front seat of the SUV between driver and passenger, grabbing the passenger's weapon and disappearing again.
BAMF!
He's on the front of the rear SUV, looking through the windscreen. BAMF! Inside, keet and fists moving from within the cloud that is filling the vehicle, cutting off sight, choking the passengers, creating an eery indigo light show as bullets tear through window and roof before he BAMF!s again to the side, tail going through the driver side window to yank the e-brake and then he leaps clear while the men, belted as they are, are spent on a whirli-gig ride.

"Silk! Can you net this one?" yelled as he flies through the air, making the explosion gesture and pointing to her car again.

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    She can not near him, getting an elbow to the chest befores he manages to open the door with her webbing and shove the passneger out with his gun. She looks up in time to see Kurt as her hair suddenly flars about her face. She dives for the back and gets a knife slaced into her from the driver. The hilt sticks out, its a small thing really - a switch blade but she winces.

    She pulls herself out and looks back. The webbing hits the steering wheel and she launches out the back, throwing herself into the air as she yanks hard and the wheel turns right. It causes the SUV to drift for maybe a foot and then it goes end over end as she hits the road and rolls, the knife ripped out of her back as she gets slowly to her feet.

    She's gonna need a new suit.

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"Gott in himmel..." Kurt sees Silk go to work on the front car and sees the other hurtling towards her. A flash of smoke and displace air has him on top of the SUV and he grips in, fingers bending the fiberglass outside.

BAMF!

The truck is suddenly a football field back from where it was, with four very sick and sore men groaning in agony as the vehicle is rolling and Kurt is in the air, leaping back. BAMF!

He is next to Silk, a hand on her arm, watching the SUV land on it's roof and skidding towards them, sparks flying as it grinds to a slow halt barely a few yards near... then he lets himself collapse against her, breathing like he's run a marathon,

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    Silk is a little weary on her feet, straightening upright hurts as she touches her side and can't reach the wound on her back. But the car is there, the headlights blinding her as her hands lift, prepared to hurdle herself over it when its screeching and there is a form covering part of the headlights. She blinks, shielding her face when suddenly its back further.

    Her eyes widen and she lets her hand fall back when suddenly Kurt is there. That same arm is then around him as she starts to scoot them back a step or two though thankfully the suv stops.

    She can carry him, his weight is not a problem though she's got a bullet wound, a knife wound and some roughing up. Nothing a spider can't get through.

    Once they are in the clear with the sirens coming up she steps back. "Can you...can you get us out of here?" SHe asks but is already preparing to drag htem out of there via webs.

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"Ja... it'll hurt... I'm tired. Deep breath." It will hurt. He's very tired, that was better than a half ton of weight. But he's needed, so he'll make do. There's a prayer on his lips and then.

BAMF!

They're next to their food... and Kurt is falling over, sweat matting his hair and fuzz. He's smiling though, and he even manages a 'Ta-daaaa' at her, gold eyes dim.

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    She staggers with him and hits the roof with a oomph beside him. SHe curls her arms around him and tsks, "Shhh, goodness, look at you," she says, pain written across her face that mixes quickly with concern. Tearing her mask off she lifts her hand to his forehead. "What do you have in your medic kit..you need to eat..drink.." she is grabbing for the bottle water and offering it to him and then dragging his food closer.

    Her hand that reaches up to his hair comes away wet, her face contorting as she wrinkles her nose. "I should have brought us back. Are you okay?" She asks again, managing to get to her knees and then looks about. There are smokestacks and a roof entry close enough. She hits one side and then the other, making an inpromptu hammock.

    "Arm around my neck, no more teleporting." She grunts as she lifts him a bit, mostly due to the bullet wound but she manages to turn about, open the webbing and set him inside it. "Here.." she breathes out.

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Taking the water and chugging it, smoke still pouring off of him as he accepts the help. "It's ok... It was the car that tired me out. So much mass, ja." he blinks at the grunt, "Better be big enough for both of us too..." tail wrapping around her as he moves to the stack to climb it like the wall-crawler to angle himself and try to toss both of them into the hammock to rest together.

"I was talking, you don't have a comm. My fault." laughing weakly, "Oh I feel eighteen again..." eyes squeezing shut, coughing lightly as he laughs.

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    She is protesting, another grunt leaving her when he tugs them both in, spilling them into the hammock aso that the sides rise up around them, keeping them snug to each other. She tries to get comfortable and as she sits up to reach out with her webbing to snag the other bottle of water, blood coats the silk beneath her where she she had been on her back. He gets a view of the dark stain upon the black suit but with her twisted the knife wound is hard to make out.

    "How does making yourself tired make you feel eighteen? Don't you do this alot?" She asks and turns, laying back down as she offers him another bottle of water. "How long until you recover?

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"Water... food... Half hour? As long as I keep myself still... You're cut." brow knitting, Kurt frowns and shifts, trying to dig out his medkit again, "I can stitch it if you need. I'm sorry. I didn't see." the question about being young forgotten by him as he notes the wound.

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    "I am..it will heal...eventually. As long as I do not lose too much blood. I think I will be okay. Just ..rest." she says and instructs him to do so firmly. She hands him the other bottle of water and tucks down next to him. She closes her eyes beneath that mask. Her forehead comes to rest at his fuzzy cheek and she goes still. The chill air of the fall is something that saps her heat from her and the soft plop plop of her blood from the hammock is lost in the life and crazy sounds of the city.

    Half hour. SHe's looking a little pale by that time, her breathing a little slow as she lays there. Spiders do not instantly heal. No. The wound has stopped bleeding but she looks more like a curled up smaller, paler version of herself.

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Kurt's eyes open, blinking when he feels her pressed in, brow on his cheek. "Mein Gott..." moving slowly, "Cindy... Cindy are you ok?" he didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep at first, but when his strength returned - so to did wakefulness. He hovers there, trying not to jostle her.

"Cindy, where can I take you?" I can bring you juice, for blood, ja?" one hand gently putting fingers to her cheek, ear moving close to listen for breathing.

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    She is definitely breathing, that he can tell. But she groans when he jostles her and she does not open her eyes. She is either sleeping or she's in a downward spiral at present. The pool of blood beneath the hammock is not small but its not likely the end of her either. She's just weak. Her eyelids heavy, they flutter and she turns her gaze up to him, one dark eyes meet his gaze.

    "Home is Gotham.." she says and that is a fair distance to go. "Fine here.." she says and shivers, the loss of blood and the chill digging into her limbs to draw out that reaction.

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"You need fluids, glucose, and warmth..." he pauses and manages to roll up and out of the hammock, landing shakily. "Stay here. I'll be back." hand resting on the hammock to keep it from shaking,

"Don't move. Jut a few moments." BAMF!

He's gone, for minutes. It could be a flash for Cindy as she lay in the hammock, an eternity. But when he returns with another sound of displaced air his arms are full, a bag of sugary juices, and a pair of blankets over his shoulder. "Still with me Cindy?"

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    There is an airy whispered response. "I am here," she says. She has not moved an inch, if at all. The web is shivering with her shivers and she lets out a faint huffed laugh. "Great..first meeting." She says. Her teeth are chattering and she closes her eyes, likely going to be fine but there is a chance she's going to need a bit of help.

    She does not move, just opens her eyes to stare ahead. "Not as bad as when Hammerhead got ahold of me..and Kraven." She wets her lips, suddenly feeling like every part of her is dry. Parched.

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Blankets are thrown over the webbing, over her, and Kurt climbs up and under, to allow his bodyheat to begin filling the space with them, "Well no worries. I'll keep you warmed." his tail retrieving a bottle of sugared electrolyte water, opening, adding straw and holding it for her.

"Drink up."

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    The blankets do not immediately trap warmth because she's so cold but when Kurt slips in with her there is someone who is not fighting a chill off and thus it begins to get toasty. The straw is looked at and a muted laugh leaves her lips but her hand draws up and she pulls the straw to her lips to drink. She drinks quickly, deeply and finally lets go when half of it is gone. Her eyes close again and she burrows against the growing warmth. "I will be okay.." she says in that soft voice. "I always am." She's done this before.

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Kurt nods when she buries in, and he keeps several more items within tails reach, doing what he can to keep her warm, hydrated, and safe. She got shot and cut up, and he's going to silently blame himself, but he can also help her heal - make sure she has what is needed.

"Most interesting first meeting I've had in a while meine dame." chuckling to himself, and playing guard and nurse.

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    "I have heard that before...several times," she chimes back lazily. Her energy is spent, she feels weak but the warmth is helping to ease her into a restorative sleep. "I aim to please..." Silk blinks her eyes open, looking at the blue fuzz of his neck. Her hand lifts, hazily brushing her fingers over it. "So soft.." goodness and he's warm too. Benefits of an extra layer she supposes. Her eyes close again and her hand rests upon his chest.