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Post by Nightcrawler on Dec 9, 2006 23:25:30 GMT -5
Kurt strode through the halls, looking in rooms as he passed. There was something oddly satisfying with the speed of walking quickly compared to teleporting from place to place when he didn't want to be at his destination. What other people considered moving swiftly was still slow by his reckoning.
Tucked under one swinging arm was a thick manila envelope stuffed with paper and two computer discs. It had arrived that morning, just as Mystique had said it would. Kurt had glanced at the contents quickly, but there was very little he could do with the information, so he had to find someone who could.
He had already been to the basement, but his target hadn't been there, so he'd made his way (through the elevator) back up to the ground floor and was making his way through the halls, tail twitching with irritation.
Kurt found him in the kitchen, frying up something that smelled good but Kurt knew couldn't be healthy. And for the first time in years, Kurt felt something welling up inside him that he had tried to leave behind: envy.
"Forge."
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Post by forge on Dec 9, 2006 23:39:15 GMT -5
Mmmmm... Peanut Butter, Banana, and Marshmallow Cream Fried Sandwiches....
It was a delightful distraction from the annoyance of having dealt with that Adamar Burke, and from the dismal failure of nearly having killed his sister and Lorna in the process. It would have caused him to gain forty pounds normally, but his mutant metabolism would ever eat away those calories for pure fuel until the day he died.
“Forge”
He turned to see Nightcrawler standing there, with an envelope under his arm.
“Hey man! I was just cooking up some...” He started, but his smile faded rather quickly. “Dude, everything alright? You look like somebody just pee'd in your cornflakes.”
Come to think about it, Forge probably looked quite the same. He knew he had to look beat to shit after the horrible couple of days he'd been having.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Dec 9, 2006 23:50:21 GMT -5
Kurt took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, his demeanor business-like to a nearly cold degree, a rarity for him. Out of all the people in the mansion, there was one he wanted as little to do with as possible, and that was the man standing before him, but they were part of the same team, regardless of personal feelings, and Kurt needed Forge for the task at hand.
"I will be fine. The phone call I received yesterday, the one I had you record, was from Mystique." He shifted the envelope to both hands. "She sent us this information on Sombra to give to the Department of Mutant Affairs, but before we do anything I would li... I need you to look over what she has sent us."
Kurt sighed inwardly at how the words had stuck in his throat as he tried to say them. The simple truth was that he didn't want Forge to be a part of it at all, but he knew it was foolishness and jealously speaking, and there was little sense in listening to them.
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Post by forge on Dec 10, 2006 0:32:13 GMT -5
What was this new Devilry? Mystique offering up information on Sombra? Wanting them to take it to the OMA? Had Hell frozen over?
Forge, oblivious to any quarrel, jealousy, or rift between Kurt and himself (since that first day with the violence issue, anyway) was dumbfounded by the revelation of other information.
“Wait, wait, wait. Mystique. The one who just broke in here a few weeks back and stole shit from us, impersonated our students, and raped them? She wants us to go to the OMA with the information she dug up?”
It did sting that she handed them information that Forge was planning on stealing himself, just as soon as the blueprints had arrived for their facility. Assuming the information was real. Or that they wouldn't be simply falling into some foul plot hatched by the Brotherhood to tarnish the reputation of the X-Men even further. What if the information was false, and was about a legitimate company?
“Why the hell would we trust her?”
He cut himself off, deciding rather quickly that he was jumping the gun. He had to set his personal hatred for that woman and that organization aside, and take it step by step.
Holding up a staying hand, he closed his eyes and breathed. Opening them again, he said “Okay, you didn't say we should. You just said we should check out the information. Right. Let's do that right now.”
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Post by Nightcrawler on Dec 10, 2006 0:47:52 GMT -5
There was no tension in Forge's voice, nothing in his face, nothing in his stance.
He had no idea.
Kurt wasn't actually surprised. He could remember the surprised look on Ororo's face from the encounter with Topher vividly, and if she hadn't picked up on it, he didn't expect anyone else to either. Still, it seemed like the only other person who had even considered the possibility was Bobby - and Gott in Himmel knew that Bobby had a mind that would consider everything.
Kurt could feel a headache coming on.
Dragging a hand across his eyes, he focused the golden orbs on Forge. "Ja, I think we should consider the possibility that she has given us good information, but should proceed carefully. It seems that she infiltrated the mansion mainly to gain access to our information on Sombra in the first place, namely about Hannah Creed."
Pulling the discs out of the envelope, Kurt held them up for Forge to see. "All the information she has for us is on these. If you would like to look them over, I am sure you can do a better job than the rest of us."
You already have.
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Post by forge on Dec 10, 2006 14:46:37 GMT -5
Slowly there was a realization that there some tension in Kurt’s voice. At first he could only imagine it was about the information, but it sounded different… it sounded short and curt. He chewed on the thought for a second, and couldn’t come up with a reasonable conclusion from the evidence.
He took the information from Kurt, and stared for a moment at the blue mutant. Maybe it was the fact that Mystique had knocked him out on the lawn, and he took the idea of accepting her help a bit cutting. That didn’t quite weigh out though.
“You sure you’re alright, man? You seriously look like you’re weighed down. Maybe you should take a vacation or something.”
He held the gaze for a moment, then shrugged. “So anyway, did you want me to check this out on my own, and come back to you, or were you thinking we’d peruse it together. With the way my power works, I could probably read all the information much faster on my own… but if you’re going to want to examine it thoroughly anyway, we could do it together.” Though I seriously think you should probably take a breather for a while.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Dec 10, 2006 15:12:54 GMT -5
Kurt let out a slow breath. Perhaps it was time for a vacation. A very long, relaxing vacation.
First, however, there were matters to be attended to at the mansion.
"Nein, I think it would be best if you looked over the information yourself and let me know what you find," he said, his hands hanging by his sides. "I will keep my communicator on for when you wish to reach me."
Not looking at the technopath, Kurt focused on the image of his office and teleported away, leaving nothing behind but the data and smoke.
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