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Post by phase on Sept 15, 2006 17:06:30 GMT -5
Hannah curled against Kurt and fell into sobs as he put his arms around her. The gentle comfort of kind touches were rare in Hannah's young life; the release of human contact let loose her tears.
"Mister Kurt..." her small hands clung to his shirt. "They'll hurt Bobby won't they?"
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 15, 2006 21:00:10 GMT -5
Kurt carried her down the hallway as she cried, listening to her question. What would they do with him? He was an American, so at least he had due process of law on his side... but he was a mutant, so he had all too much prejudice against him.
Keeping himself hopeful, he brushed tears from Hannah's cheeks with one thumb. "Nein, Liebling. They had to ask Bobby some questions. When they are done with him we'll have him back, good as new." He smiled down at her comfortingly, his voice soft.
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Post by oracle on Sept 17, 2006 9:37:53 GMT -5
Oracle slipped down the hallway with a concerned look on her face. The afternoon had been so confusing, and now all the students were agitated. Her dreams had only made things worse.
As she rounded the corner and saw Kurt with the young Hannah, she sighed almost as a release, her soft voice wavering.
"Herr Wagner," she said in a surprisingly accurate accent in spite of her Russian heritage. "Is everything well?" She approached them, her steps slowing as the skirt about her jingled quietly.
Sibylinka Petulengro lifted a hand and stroked Hannah's hair. She smiled faintly at the little girl, some old memory lingering on the young girl's eyes.
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Post by phase on Sept 17, 2006 9:40:50 GMT -5
Hannah lifted her head and looked at the woman, her little arms going a little tighter around Kurt's neck, snuggling to him.
She sniffled, smiling a little. "Hi Sibyl-lady..." Hannah rubbed her eyes. "They took Bobby away."
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Post by oracle on Sept 17, 2006 9:43:42 GMT -5
"Oh, I know my love... but we will be sure he comes back." smiling a little brighter at the little girl, Sibyl's pale pink eyes shifted from Hannah, to Kurt.
"Won't we."
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 15:23:30 GMT -5
Kurt watched Sibyl as she neared them, pausing his steps as she talked. "As well as can be expected, Fräulein."
He bit his lip, doing his best to keep his emotions in check as Hannah's thin arms curled tighter. He rubbed her back comfortingly, smiling as Sibyl talked soothingly.
And then the pink eyes were focused on him, and the words that were coming out of her mouth were still comforting, but their tone... something about the tone bothered Kurt. It wasn't a question the was she was saying it. It was a statement... and one that could be dangerous if taken too far.
Keeping his smile warm, he nodded to Sibyl. "We will do everything we can."
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Post by oracle on Sept 17, 2006 15:33:32 GMT -5
"This place... we're a bit like family." She looked between them both, and something sad crossed her face.
"I know, I haven't been here much." Sibyl nodded. "But I take care of my family."
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 15:40:58 GMT -5
The thought of family stung at Kurt's brain, just like it always did, and he felt his smile slip. He found himself wondering again what had happened to Margali, to Jimaine... and as his arms hugged Hannah tightly, he sent up a silent prayer that he'd take care of this family better than he had that one.
"Ja, Fräulein, we are family here, and we take care of our own..." His yellow eyes focused on her pink ones and his tone softened. "But never forget that danger for one brother can lead to danger for all."
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Post by tingrin on Sept 17, 2006 15:49:18 GMT -5
Piotr had pushed the dark thoughts regarding the non-communication with his family to the back of his mind. He could, as Sibylinka had pointed out, do nothing about it right here and now, but at least he could start the ball rolling. He let his fingers curl around hers and glanced down at her, smiling.
She made him feel so ... content with the world. She was like a beautiful calm in an ever tumultuous storm, a flower that filled him with the hopes and promise of spring, a...
Piotr blinked.
There were some people walking towards them.
He blinked again and looked down at Sibyl.
For one of the first times in years, Piotr Rasputin was totally, utterly lost for words.
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Post by oracle on Sept 17, 2006 15:52:32 GMT -5
Sibyl had been preoccupied with thoughts about X-Men, and her dreams, and Piotr's family as they rounded the corner. She'd smiled radiantly in reflection of Piotr's gaze, and almost stumbled as he stopped short.
Standing in the hallway were Kurt, Hannah...and herself.
Sibylinka let out a piercing shriek.
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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 15:57:54 GMT -5
[ooc: Note that Mystique still looks like Sibyl.]
Mystique's breath caught in her throat. There she stood beside Kurt, looking precisely like the blue-haired albino that had just rounded the corner with Colossus.
She'd been caught after all. And just as she'd been about to make a clean escape.
Looking back at Kurt, she let her golden eyes show through the illusion for a moment. Her own voice came through Sibyl's lips, speaking softly.
"I'm sorry to both of you." She looked a bit harder at Kurt. "Take care of her Kurt." Her look lingered only a second longer. There would be time to tell him why she chose him for the job... but that could not be now.
Sibyl's dress melted from her body, leaving the same thin Russian form in a white unitard similar to what a contortionist in a circus might wear. It gave her room to move as she turned and ran for the stairs, flipping over the railing to land cleanly on her feet on the bottom floor.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 16:11:46 GMT -5
Kurt's eyes went wide as Peter and Sibyl rounded the corner, and the yellow orbs flickered back to the girl at his side before his arms tightened reflexively around Hannah and he took a step back.
There was one person that he knew who could fool everyone... and when the voice slipped from between her lips, Kurt knew exactly who it was.
In the time it took for her to shift her appearance, Kurt had already teleported down to the end of the hallway, passing Hannah off to Peter quickly. "Take her!" he said to the big Russian, turning in time to see Mystique vault over the railing.
It was good to be able to be somewhere faster than anyone else.
In a moment's focus, Kurt was down in the foyer, standing three feet from where Mystique landed as her feet hit the floor. "Guten Tag, Frau Mystique. How nice to see you again." For once the smile on his face looked less than welcoming.
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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 16:17:43 GMT -5
Mystique had one policy when it came to the X-Men; she wouldn't fight them- she'd even do what she could to help them. But stand in her way, and they were as good as...
...human.
"Kurt Wagner, meine liebe," she said in an accent so accurate it was haunting. Her pale lips twisted into a smile, gold eyes looking back at him. She spoke only German to him.
"I've done nothing but look after the welfare of Hannah Creed. The database investigation? It was me. So let's not fight darling..." she stayed on guard, prepared to fight him if she had to.
She'd have done so already if she weren't trying to help someone escape aside from herself.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 17, 2006 16:26:11 GMT -5
Piotr, who had been momentarily frozen in surprised shock at the realisation that there were two Sibyls, let go of - er - Sibyl's hand, and as his body converted to steel, in a smooth move, hopped over the railing to hit the floor right next to where Kurt had just teleported.
There was a very loud 'crack' as the big armoured Colossus hit the floor in front of - er - Sibyl and the wood on the floor buckled under his weight. Fortunately for the floor, the drop had not been too far, so the damage, whilst definitely noticeable, wasn't massive.
Now this was just confusing. He squirrelled away the urge to compose a letter to his sister and glared at what Kurt had just revealed was Mystique with silver eyes.
"Tovarisch," he said, mildly, converting back to flesh. "What exactly is it that is going on here? I do not think you will be leaving in a hurry, so there is much time to explain yourself. Yourselves." He looked up at the Sibyl he had just left upstairs and his expression hardened.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 16:44:48 GMT -5
Kurt started at her words. How long had she been here among them? And if she was trying to help, why had she hidden herself to do so? All the loves and darlings weren't helping to keep him centered, either. Why was she being so kind to him?
Jumping in surprise as Peter came crashing to the floor, Kurt teleported up to his shoulder, his small weight having no effect on the tall Russian's stance at all. His yellow eyes looked down at Mystique curiously. "Indeed. We would love for you to stay and tell us a story."
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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 16:47:40 GMT -5
Mystique was almost shaken off her feet as Piotr landed.
She spared no sympathy for him. Perhaps the others had been about family, or the Brotherhood, or John... Piotr had been strictly about her.
"Petya," she purred in Sibyl's voice. "You wouldn't hurt your Sibylinka, would you?"
Kurt's transport had left her just the opening she needed. Backflipping, both feed landed with a tremendous crash on the front door, throwing it open as it had never been fully shut after Bobby's arrest.
Mystique went careening over the front lawn, hand over foot.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 17, 2006 16:50:47 GMT -5
The voice threw the big man out completely.
It was enough of a hesitation to give Mystique the headway she needed. Piotr, whilst big and without any question strong was not a fast runner. His eyes swivelled up to the Sibyl upstairs and he knew a deep rooted anger like nothing he'd ever known.
Knowing that there was very little chance he could keep up with her, he nonetheless began to run.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 17:01:51 GMT -5
As soon as Kurt saw the muscles in Mystique's body tighten, his entire form tensed as though he was getting ready for the trapeze act back in the circus. "Peter, she's going to move!" he shouted as he launched himself from the Russian's broad shoulder, his arms stretching, reaching for Mystique...
Only to slap flat against the hardwood floor as she flipped away, slamming through the door and vaulting out across the lawn.
With an uncharacteristic growl, Kurt rebounded from the impact on all fours in a single fluid motion, his limbs churning him through the open doorway and out after Mystique. His yellow eyes focused ahead, he leapt into the air, and with a bamf! he was sailing through the air, having teleported a complete 180, his feet outstretched towards Mystique in a flying kick.
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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 17:05:39 GMT -5
Mystique had been mid handstand as he caught up with her- and to her credit, she hadn't expected to get far with the teleporter on her trail. She hoped Poseidon was where she asked him to be, tumbling in a heap across the grass with Kurt.
Dispensing with disguises, her blue form revealed itself as she quickly got up. Kurt turned to rise, and before he had a chance to bamf away Mystique delivered an ax-kick with her heel to his ribcage.
"STAY down Kurt," she spat. "You have no idea what you're involved in."
Taking a few quick steps backwards, she edged towards the road.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 17:20:46 GMT -5
Kurt rolled instictively as the kick connected with his side, glancing off most of the blow - but it still hurt like hell. She'd probably bruised a rib or two, but he'd performed with worse.
It was true, he had no idea what he was getting into. He could teleport, but she was obviously a better fighter than he was, and that meant he had to be careful. It also meant he couldn't do what she was expecting... and that meant teleporting behind her was out of the question. Or to either side, for that matter.
So instead he began to backflip away -
And teleported directly above her. His momentum swung his feet hard against her shoulderblades, throwing her forward and swiftly beginning the rest of the flip to take him out of range.
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