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Nightcrawler | Amazing X-Men /Movie verse time travel for this :3

[penitentdaemon]

[OOC: I shouldn't put Eifle 65's blue for a prompt right? I'm winging this so work with me.]

Bamf~

The scent of sulfur was unmistakable and it filled the hanger bay as Kurt Wagner popped into existence and dropped to the floor.

"Mein Gott," he said softly with a groan as he clasps one three fingered hand to his head. That wasn't like usual bamf; it left a weird hum in his head that he didn't understand. Looking around, it didn't seem like any of the little bamfs managed to follow him - which was good. The last thing he needed was bamfs taking over another structure.

But the hanger was familiar. The blackbird wasn't the same and that's what Kurt finds himself frowning at as he circles the jet curiously.

o7!

[againsttheworld]

[ ooc: you know I'm now working with that in mind, of course. ]

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be in here."

Raven stepped forward from where she'd lingered near the doorway, one slow step at a time. Her mask was on for the time being, that usual face of pale white skin and long blonde waves feeling as comfortable as a broken-in pair of shoes. Not as comfortable as just being in her own skin, but close enough for now.

She had been passing by, just going on a walk by herself - to clear her head - when she'd heard the bamf. It was hard to ignore that kind of sound, especially after she recalled the last time she'd heard it. But this wasn't Azazel; not even close. Not unless Azazel suddenly developed the ability to completely change his appearance as well.

[penitentdaemon]

Kurt blinked yellow eyes in surprise over to the new face and after a second, turned to face her. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly with a little smile. The tech that would give Kurt the same kind of 'normal' cover wasn't exactly on him at the moment; he only picked it up when he had to use it.

The hanger bay was his favorite place to be and there was never a need to hide what he was on these grounds. "I was looking for the Blackbird. This is Professor Xavier's school right?"

Nothing more embarrassing then not knowing where you've come out at and Nightcrawler always knew where he was bamfing too.

[againsttheworld]

At his smile, she offered a little one of her own. She was still a little bit wary, and understandably so; it wasn't every day that someone just showed up in the hangar bay like that. As for a need to hide...

"Would I look this unsurprised to see someone blue otherwise?" Raven asked, a little laugh evident in the last couple of words. After a moment's hesitation, she let the facade slip away, revealing her own blue skin bit by bit, leaving her standing there in the same outfit as before, feeling oddly free. He had a point: it was the school. She had no reason to hide. And why should she?

"What, that jet's not good enough for you? Don't let Hank hear you."

The Awesome Summers | those comics by that company

[wreck_a_little]

Runaway train Or Come Undone

Lady's choice Xd
(Can play him FC or DoFP just only have FC icons for him)

[againsttheworld]

[ ooc: let's go with FC for the sake of the inability to canon review DoFP? Some point near Cuba? Also both prompts are good, and therefore...some combination of the two! We can do it. ]

Things had been getting tense. She wasn't surprised, not with the state of the world and their involvement in it, but it made something as simple as every day life just a little bit more difficult. It was getting more and more obvious to anyone who paid attention that not everyone necessarily agreed with one another on what they should be doing, and the truth of the matter was that Raven was slowly starting to come around to Erik's way of thinking.

Not that she was going to go around bragging about that, or anything. She knew better than to open her mouth about something like that. After all, she'd been hiding her whole life; one more secret wasn't going to kill her.

It just meant that she was spending a little bit more time alone, training by herself instead of with some of the others. She needed the space, she needed the time to think without anyone's outside influence. Especially Erik or Charles'. She was outside that day for that very reason, her blue skin warmed under the sun; she didn't want to have to focus on holding the mask up the whole time, not when there were other things to think about as she ran around the grounds, offering a smile to anyone who passed by.

[wreck_a_little]

[Works for me.]

He hadn't meant to be 'creeping' it's just the guys, while fun even with everything so tense, were still treating it like a game. Himself included, at least around them.

He wasn't even running, instead he was leaning against the stone wall. At first he thought to tease her, after all he teased Hank and Sean, instead he picked up the apple he had brought with him. "Hey Raven, catch." the underhanded toss was easy at least. "Keep it up you're going to make us guys look weak you know."

iggyyyyyyy | the series with the flying mutant bird kids

[stopmovingthefurniture]

It had been a whirlwind of events, to say the least. Ever since he overheard his parents discussing selling him, he'd been on autopilot; packed a bag, jumped out the window, never looked back. For weeks, he roughed it on the streets, dumpster diving and lurking in the shadows. Then he was found, and reluctantly, he agreed to go with the two men who proved to be like him.

Now he was here, not that he was entirely sure what 'here' looked like. It was huge, he'd learned, and he'd heard people talk about green green grass and blue blue sky. But, again, he wasn't entirely sure what either of those looked like, either. But he was sitting on the green green grass beneath a tree, further apart from where everyone else was, wings pulled tight and hidden against his back. He preferred it that way, pulling out handfuls of the grass and stacking it in a pile in front of him.

[againsttheworld]

"You know, I think Charles pays someone to mow the lawn," Raven greeted, making her away across the field. She'd seen him from her room, and realised idly that she hadn't really seen him move. Or, for that matter, communicate with any of the others. Considering there weren't exactly a lot of them, that was quite the trick. So either he was overwhelmed by the whole thing, which she wouldn't doubt - Charles and Erik had a way about them that could be a little overwhelming at times - or he was just antisocial. Which begged the question why he was at a burgeoning school for gifted youngsters.

"Either way, I'm pretty sure you don't have to tear it out. I'm not sure that's helping," she went on, laughing softly as she sat herself down next to him, pushing blonde hair back out of her face as she did so. She wasn't aware he couldn't see; she had no idea that her perpetual mask wasn't much good around him. And yet, it was up all the same.

[stopmovingthefurniture]

He heard her approaching before she ever spoke. He wasn't sure if it was the crazy bird genes that enhanced his hearing or if being blind automatically made all of his senses sharper. If he had to guess, he'd say it was a mixture of the two. Either way, he knew she was there, but that didn't stop him from bristling when she spoke. He didn't look up, keeping his sightless blue eyes trained on the ground, on what his hands were doing.

"Well, now he doesn't have to pay someone," he said, and though his voice was on the quiet side, he sounded belligerent. "Besides, it's better than doing what everyone else is doing. Whatever everyone else is doing." Because he wasn't sure, to be honest. He knew they were training, learning to control and hone their powers, but he'd been widely ignoring everybody and didn't actually know the specifics. He stopped pulling out grass for a moment to look up and frown. "Why can't he mow his own stupid grass?"

erik lehnsherr | xmfc/dofp

[dismissed]

<3

[againsttheworld]

[ once upon a time, she could remember things going well between them, between her and Erik. It was an interesting time, a time far enough ago that it almost gets fuzzy in her brain when she tries to remember it: it's like the actual memory is being diffused through some kind of filter, made more pleasant than it actually was. Raven isn't going to delude herself; she knows full well that Erik is all sharp angles and impossibilities. She knows better than to ask certain things of him, and she always did.

[ it never stopped her from wanting them, but that was just life, she imagines. You can't always get what you want, but sometimes, you get what you need, or so she's heard in recent years. It's fitting. Erik gave her the seeds of thought, of idea; she's acted upon them in her own way, but it was him who gave them to her. It's because of him that she's grown up and out of her shell.

[ she probably does love him, just a little. In that way you love a first love, someone who probably isn't good for you, but you choose anyway. He made her feel special, unique, and most of all, safe. Safe to be herself. Safe in her own exceedingly blue skin. It's not everyone who can do that; Charles failed, and he was her family. Is. Was. She doesn't know any more. He's not dead, but are they still family?

[ it's strange, being faced with him again after so long, and while part of her is still drawn to him, she feels a distance. A split. A wedge, shoved between them by- By something she doesn't even know. She could guess, but for accuracy? She'd rather ask. She won't, though. She never will, she doesn't think. ]

Long time no see.

[dismissed]

[ once upon a time, erik ruptured a family — left one on a beach with a bullet wound, and took the other by the hand. there are moments, split seconds in time, when regret creeps into his muscles, tensing them until he clenches his jaw to dispel it. erik has never pretended to be anything other than the monster shaw made him; it was charles ( and raven soon after ) who draped the wolf in sheep's clothing.

he doesn't hold charles responsible for this, just simply labels him an idealist — something that causes the corners of his lips to tug downwards whenever he thinks of it. charles wants to see the good in everyone, taught raven to do so, too. erik only knows what evils men are capable of, only accepts that homo sapiens will mutilate and destroy what they don't understand.

the time he spent with raven ( a time in which humanity became increasingly aware and agitated with their presence ) is time erik wouldn't have spent anywhere else. he's not given to sappiness, or even the sporadic croon of affection. erik's careful adoration lies in actions, instead. charles teaches her tolerance and gentleness — erik offers her that safety, freedom, and maybe more importantly the will to push for more than just "tolerance".

( but they still part and it's inevitable. erik isn't capable of giving her what she wants, something that's understood on both ends. funny, then, that he still mourns her absence in his own way. ) ]

An understatement. [ but there's a cant of his head, gaze heavy as he takes her in, looks at her as though he's trying to tally the differences. she's grown more into herself, more confident. his lips quirk, just a little. ] You look well, Mystique.

[ not raven. ]

Peter Maximoff | X-men DOFP

[whiplashing]

lemme know if this works c:

[againsttheworld]

Over the years, Raven's abilities went somewhere from something amusing, something used to show off a little when in the right company, to being a tool. She was just as dangerous as the rest of them, and even more so in some ways. Not that she'd have said so back in the day, back when she first met Charles and really began playing with it as something more than just a useful survival technique.

It was probably an eventuality that she mastered it to some extent, but today still wasn't that day. Not yet. She was definitely getting there, though; so far, the only flaw she could find was in personality and speech patterns. But that was easily worked on.

Regardless, she was getting very good at blending in when she wanted to. Which was how she managed to get right under everyone's noses in a barely-there disguise that could probably be seen through if anyone actually looked at her for two seconds. Of course, it was a cafe - no one was going to notice a fashionably-dressed blonde sitting alone at an empty booth, nursing a cup of coffee. Theoretically, at least.

it's perf!

[whiplashing]

He notices. At first, of course, it's because she's a pretty blonde and pretty blondes, he supposes, are a bit of a weakness.

He can get coffee. Right? There's nothing weird about him with coffee. So what if he's only 17? He's long since stopped caring about what anyone thinks. His hair, his clothes, his taste in music.

His ability, too.

Still, Peter doesn't enter so much as one second he's outside, the other he zips and takes someone's coffee, and in a matter of half a second there's someone right in front of Raven, sipping a coffee and grinning.

"Do you like music?"

[magicink]

The college bar was hopping with a live band in one corner playing some kind of weird combo of rock and bluegrass and midterms finally over. It was nights like these that Julian only had to exist to get good tips. When he actually tried to do a halfway decent job, he could really make a nice haul to the bank.

He ideally watched as a rather short man tried to pick up some chick at the bar using some of the worst lines he'd ever heard. Just as he was smirking and rolling his eyes, his gaze met the pretty blond sitting nearby.

[againsttheworld]

Raven always sort of enjoyed going with Charles to the bars, even if he always sort of treated her like a child. Always a Coke, never an actual drink. God forbid there was an actual drop of alcohol in her glass, while he did beer bongs for a crowd of co-eds with what probably barely constituted a mutation compared to the pair of them. Honestly, she was sort of floored by the fact that he always managed to find someone to fall for those lines, but she supposed he was charming enough.

Her fingertips tapped restlessly against her glass as she watched her brother flirt endlessly with some bimbo with an enhanced A9-whatever gene. Midterms might've been over - finally - but she was exhausted, and there was a bed at home calling her name.

Midway through her own eyeroll, she caught someone's eye and stopped, a little smile curving her mouth slightly. Maybe he wasn't even looking at her, but a subtle glance over her shoulder told her that he probably was. Bonding over mutual exasperation at Charles' terrible lines, she guessed.

There were worse ways to meet people.

Hi, she mouthed simply, followed by Can you believe that? and a pulled face not unlike a grimace.

[magicink]

Julian chuckles and pours a shot. He lifts it in her direction with a raised brow, silently offering it to her. He mouths 'free'.

quietly gives you a quicksilver and hides

[whiiiiiiplaaaaaash]

let's make it fuckin adorable

yaaaas

[againsttheworld]

Skating wasn't something that was completely foreign to Raven, thankfully, but neither was it something she was exactly stellar at. She could recall a couple of times she'd gone with Charles, but they weren't that often, especially not when he had his thesis to write. It had been years. Even longer, considering the fact that the last time she took a break to actually live was sometime before Erik got locked up. Back when things were better. Less fucked up.

But things were quieter again, and she thought she had the chance to take a little time for herself. Maybe enjoy the winter. So she grabbed a pair of skates and hit the local outdoor rink, a massive place filled with people laughing and enjoying themselves, and she quietly pretended that she was there with Charles. She didn't delude herself with any sort of thought that Erik would be there, waiting for her with hot chocolate; it was too domestic, and he was never that. He transcended that.

gonna try to make this not be shitty 8D

[whiiiiiiplaaaaaash]

He liked ice skating. His mother used to take him when he was younger, and he took his sister when his mother was too occupied to do it herself (though this time, he was flying solo). He liked to watch the way everyone thought they were going fast, when really they were moving so awfully slow. So slow that it was almost painful. He could zip between them, completely undetected, and sometimes he liked to untie skates and adjust legs to trip people up, make them crash and burn and embarrass themselves.

He never hurt anybody; it was all just fun.

He spotted Raven across the rink, a pretty face among a lot of boring ones. He didn't notice her just because she was pretty, though. What really caught his generally fleeting attention was the strange cut of her skin. It wasn't normal, all wavering and moving, like the surface of a pond that's just been disturbed. Now that was interesting.

He zipped off the ice, receiving a steaming cup of hot chocolate (something he's never really had a taste for himself; he preferred cold things) from a stand, and more or less appeared at her side, holding it out to her. It was a polite way to precede what he was about to say to her.

"Why does your face look weird?" he asked, the perfect picture of well-taught manners.

[the_star_child]

Retail therapy was a must tonight. Elliott had just bombed a test and he needed to blow off some steam. This typically was very bad for his credit card, but at least he didn't have too high of a limit. It contained his damage.

He slipped on the leather jacket with the fringe that he could never afford and in the mirror made a pose like he was jamming on a guitar. Someday..

[againsttheworld]

Raven didn't have her own credit card. There was a reason for that, though. It was mostly because it was easier to just casually inform Charles that she was taking his - usually when he was otherwise occupied, and responded with a very obvious hm? oh, yes, of course, have fun while fluttering his hand dismissively - and taking off before he realised what he had just agreed to. Not that she took advantage of her brother or anything.

No, it was definitely not along the level of taking advantage of him. Not when she didn't really buy herself that much. A few cute retro tops here, the odd minidress there, maybe a pair of shoes. Mostly, she just liked having it on her, in case she saw something that caught her eye. And something usually did catch her eye.

That evening, though, when she was debating returning home via the subway before Charles started blowing up her phone with text after text after voicemail after text asking where she was and when she'd be home and was she bringing dinner and was she safe or did he need to send help, something else caught her eye. It was hard to miss the young man apparently Voguing in the mirror while test-driving a leather jacket. It was almost adorable, in a way; it was just this side of not quite suiting him.

"Are you sure about the fringe?" She asked, crossing over to pause behind him, peeking around to catch his eye in the mirror.

[the_star_child]

Elliott was brought back to reality by a rather attractive woman commenting on the jacket. He took it off with an embarrassed laugh and turned around to look at her.

"You don't think I could pull it off?" He joked.