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Who: Darkholme and whomsoever dares.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: March 4th

Broadcast (can also be an action option for anyone close enough to hear the racket):
[The communicator comes online in the middle of clattering to the floor, bouncing and skidding until it ends up wedged against something that props it at an odd angle. Most of what it shows is a bland view of the ceiling, though the audio of a heavily-accented German voice grumbling is clear as a bell.]

Goddammit, what part of let me d--what the? [There' s a loud implosion of air, with a similar bamf sound echoing further away. The voice mutters something, words indistinct but tone harsh. The clarity increases with the volume as the owner of the voice begins to swear emphatically, lapsing halfway through into truly inventive German, punctuated by the sounds of clattering and movement. Someone just realized his swords are missing.]

Action:
[Sometime after he's calmed down (and hopefully found the communicator/been given a heads-up on the situation, Kurt temporarily gives up on retrieving his swords and goes exploring his temporary home. Feeling vulnerable without his weapons and with a distinct lack of shadows to blend in to, he opts to scurry along the ceiling on fours in lieu of using the floor like a normal person. It also lets him inspect the ceiling for visible cameras, ventilation shafts, wiring, or anything to give him information about their captors' technology level.

Occasionally he stops near one of the huge windows, the view catching his attention even after he's given up on recognizing any of the stars. Kurt's been in space before, but never for long and always too busy fighting to get a good look at the sky. His own world is so polluted with the aftermath of two wars that the stars are hazy--and that's on the clear nights. It's not a good time to catch him on the floor, but it is a good one to catch his attention without interrupting anything.]

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[And that comment from Kurt got a laugh from Remy, before he was able to muffle it down to a chuckle and grin.] Ah, I like ya already cher. [Oh, Remy had to see this Kurt and Rogue together, it would be hilarious to see them going at each other like this.]

Non, it more of a case of them jammin' ya in where there be space, not that there's a lot of that at the moment. Have heard ya can get a transfer later on, but be a bit of a wait before than can happen. 'til then ya'll just have to play nice with whoever ya get stuck with.

My heart flutters with the warmth of your approval. Truly, it's all I ever wanted in life. [Once they both get over the shock and Kurt gets over the urge to wrap her in tissue paper, it will undoubtedly be hilarious.

The news is unsurprising, but he scoffs at it anyway.] Of course. Not a lot of space; have there been that many new additions, or do our captors suffer from limited supplies? [He's used to food rationing, but water is a concern.]

Just a case of a lot of new faces showin' up of late, 'nd we never short on what passes for food 'nd drink here. It's all automated somehow, but all the ships got a form of kitchen, even if some of them ain't great from what I heard, so there ain't no reason to go hungry or thirst 'less it be by choice. [And Remy was started to paint a real picture that that was a major concern. What kind of world did this Kurt come from? It sounded pretty bleak, kind of like how Kitty's did-

Oh.] Ya wouldn't happen to know a certain fille with the ability to walk through walls, would ya? [Although now he said that Remy realized how stupid the question was, assuming multiple worlds had a Shadowcat in it.] Or should I say, one that likes to use claws rather than just phasin'.

Well, that's one less thing to worry about. I suppose your ship is one of the fancier ones? [He can't see Gambit settling for less if he can help it, though he'll give the man credit for being more resourceful and less spoiled than he lets on. At least, his version was.

His expression softens slightly when Kitty is brought up, which is probably answer enough of its self.] Ja, I know Kätzchen. Whatever led you to the conclusion that I might? [Does he even know how to talk to another man without being sarcastic?]

What can I say, Lady Luck loves me. I got placed on a pretty nice 'nd more or less fully upgraded ship. Ain't as great as bein' back home, but compared to the alternative it ain't too bad.

[Yet Remy's smirk softened a little as Kurt's own expression did, then hardened at the thought of what Kitty had mentioned about her world.] She gave me a basic overview of what her world be like 'nd it sounds pretty bad, so 'nless ya comin' from a place that is equally hard of livin', [Remy letting it trail off into a shrug.]

And whose soul did you sell to insure that piece of good fortune? [He's really not serious; for one, he doesn't believe in souls other than a catch-all term for a person's consciousness and morality. (He and Linda disagreed heavily on that.) For another, unless this man is very different from the one he knew, he wouldn't sell someone out for something so small.

The softness fades, as does almost all other expression on his face as it closes off entirely. For a moment he just stares at Gambit before speaking, his voice disconcertingly soft and even.] Don't you pity us, she and I. Don't you dare.

[Ignoring the first part Remy needed to correct that second part.] It ain't pity, I don't do that, wouldn't dream of it. [Remy had gotten a dose of what it was like to be in a war zone, but it had only been for a short time, which he was incredibly grateful for, yet he couldn't imagine the situation this Kurt and Kitty had lived through. He wouldn't accept pity from others for what had happened then so knew better than to hand it out.]

Good. I won't stand for it, not from anyone. [A man has to have his pride, especially when it's all he has left. Kurt lets that sentence hang in the air a moment before physically shifting, drawing in a deep breath. His stance shifts into a slightly more relaxed one, and once he starts speaking its as though they never changed the topic.] We are, for your curiosity's sake. As near as we can tell, I'm a few years further along than she is. [Maybe the latter is more information than he needed to give out, but it's the closest he'll come to apologizing for that.]

Me 'nd cats, lucky it ain't got me killed yet. [It was an attempt to lighten things up again, not a great one, but hopefully a small step back to something more comfortable and easier for Kurt to talk about. Yet what had been said was noted away in Remy's mind, in case it would be of use later down the line. He also offered a similar exchange of information as payment.] I seem to be ahead in time than those from m' world as well, but only by a few months.

Hm. Did anything significant happen in those few months? [It sounds like an idle question to carry on the conversation, but of course it isn't. Between he and Kitty, their world changed and back again; the question now is whether this is typical or if the time between abductions from one world is random.]

Apocalypse. [No point in drawing it out, Remy got right to the point after a long pause in which he turned the conversation to a private one. It was one thing to tell this Kurt what happened but Remy was concerned what would happen if those from his world knew their future. There was a chance it could change stuff for the worse.] Rogue 'nd an alternative version of yaself be from the same world I am. For them 'm pretty sure they were from a time after Apocalypse had been released, Rogue be at least. I'm from after the big battle in which they beat him, but from what I hear he's still out there somewhere, just stopped this time 'round.

[Nothing specifically changes about his face, save that all of it becomes tenser when Gambit mentions the name. His tail lashes behind him, but Kurt holds his tongue until after the video goes private, until after Gambit explains the situation he left.] He's always out there. He will always be there waiting until one of you finds it in your spine to end his life. That creature's not the god he claims to be, he can be killed.

[No surprise this would be a sore topic for Kurt, after hearing from Kitty the basic details of what was happening in their world.] I would ask what the magic bullet be to stop him, but for the most don't think that 'nformation goes back to us once we finally get back to our world, whenever that be, [After all, Rogue had been gone from home for years now so who knew how long they would have here.] 'nd last time I had a run in with him there was no chance for me to get close to him... 'nd don't think most of the others would be up for an assassination style mission. Kinda goes against the X-Men motto 'nd the Loserhood ain't 'nywhere close to bein' able to handle something like that. 'nd the Acolytes be broken up. [It was said in a tone that assumed Kurt would have some recognition of the team names.]

Pity, we could save your world a lot of pain. What makes you think we don't retain what we learned? [It doesn't matter to him personally; as far as he knows, he and his world were dead on arrival. He's wrong, but only about himself.

Listening to Gambit's rundown of the situation, it's about what he expected to hear until the other man starts listing off the other players involved. His eyebrows draw together as he slowly shakes his head.] You mean the Brotherhood of Chaos? They worked for--well, worshiped is more accurate, the fanatics--Apocalypse in my world. All dead now. I have no idea who the Acolytes are.

I 'ssumin' this place be like the last one I was in, had people vanishin' 'nd showin' back up without knowledge they had ever been there. Didn't happen to all but did for most, like they got their memories wiped after leaving. [Yet Remy added a shrug of a shoulder, dismissing the entire idea.]

Non, non, was talkin' 'bout a group that goes by the name of the Brotherhood of Mutants, which sound more 'mpressive than they actually be. They a bunch of schoolyard idiots who liked to pick on the X-Men 'nd think they hot stuff when they ain't. No real trainin', unorganized, 'nd a waste of time on the field short of one or two of their powers, but even then that comes more down to luck than any skill. [Wanda's powers were terrifying yet she lacked the proper training to really do some damage. A good thing since with his time in Luceti Remy had gotten to know her better and learn there was a rather nice girl under all that raw power. She really deserved a better life than the one she had back home.]

As the the Acolytes, they be a group of hired help Magneto use to use for his plans, but that didn't last long after Apocalypse made him go pop in a big way. We all just went back to our lives... other than Johnny, last I saw him he was watchin' reruns of Mag's death over 'nd over.

[There's a lot to react to, process and pick apart, but the thing Kurt latches onto is the news at the very end. Apocalypse killed this Erik too. Not his Erik, and that's what he has to remind himself even as he goes very still and his face closes off, eyes going somehow distant despite the lack of visible pupils.]

In my world, Magneto was the one to kill Apocalypse. He was our leader. [As with when he told Remy not to pity him, his words are soft. The tone is different though, because this is no warning. Just a statement from a man who sat at his mentor's tombstone, having not even been present to bury him. Or his own sister.]

[For a man who had worked under the Magneto from his world, a man who was basically a terrorist so devoted to his cause that he was prepared to throw anyone under the bus, including his own children, the idea of Mags being the leader of a resistance was a little scary.

A shake to his head at what Kurt said, Remy decided it was only fair to elaborate, since the blue mutant clearly had some connection to the older mutant.] Don't say this to the other two, they don't know what happens yet, but Mag's is still alive, even if it looked like he was killed. He becomes one of Apocalypse's minions, along with Storm, Charles Xavier 'nd... [Actually maybe it wasn't a good idea to mention who else had been recruited by the Apocalypse, not to Kurt.] 'nother.

[Remy might not recognize the man Kurt would describe as Magneto; a driven, courageous man willing to sacrifice everything to keep what was left of humanity from the genocide that had claimed the rest. Their driving force is the same, the camps of their youth, but the results couldn't be more different.

Kurt closes his eyes, the skin around them tightening. The thought of Erik as one of Apocalypse's brainwashed puppets is like a punch to the gut, followed by another in the form of Storm. In his world it happened, Weapon Omega made her his golem, but it twists his stomach no less.] Who else, Remy?

Mystique. [Remy didn't even attempt to guess what this Kurt's relationship was like with his mother, if she even was in his world, but clearly trying to divert and distract from the name wasn't going to happen.]

But they got through it, they got free once Apocalypse ran. [He may not had been there but Remy had enough connections to had gotten an idea of what had happened, even if it wasn't in full details. Enough to piece the main details together.]

[Close enough that Kurt looks like he'd just had his legs cut out from under him. His mouth opens, closes, and repeats the process before the man finds breath to speak.

Very little breath, or little conviction because his words are nearly a whisper.] Nein. You're fucking lying. [His mother, any version of his mother, under that monster's control? He can believe it, he just doesn't want to.]

Wouldn't do that, not 'bout this. [In fact he didn't lie that much, just typically left information out. It was a crappy loophole, but it was one that he used to his advantage.

Like how Mystique may have been taken. That wasn't his story to tell, it was Rogue's if she chose to share it. But who knew, maybe Mystique had been taken ever since she had been betrayed by Mesmero, the moment she had been trapped in that statue. It could had been an empty shell the entire time.]

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