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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 20, 2006 4:07:46 GMT -5
Kurt materialized in the kitchen in a puff of smoke, his tail waving unconsciously behind him to disappate the small wisps that remained. So much excitement already, and the sun has barely risen. Mein Gott, why did I agree to come back here?
Pulling open cupboards, Kurt snatched a bowl from a shelf, his mind drifting back to Hannah. He had read reportss in the Institute's files about experimentation on mutants, but the idea of keeping one so young confined to a lab was terrible to him. He knew all too well what it meant to be caged because you were different, and he saw being kept in a lab as much the same.
Absent-mindedly pulling a box of some sort of marshmallow cereal from the pantry as his tail opened the fridge and selected a gallon of milk, Kurt moved towards the kitchen table, still deep in thought.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Jul 23, 2006 15:19:06 GMT -5
Kurt paused, spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth, as everything around him shut down for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he pushed back his chair, rising quickly. Normal humans may have problems with power outtages, but at Xavier's, it always meant something worse.
With a bamf! he was gone.
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