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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's right. You've got mine, which consists of myself, Ororo, and Laura. There's you and Kitty. Then the young ones with Rogue and the other Kurt. Remy's from their parts, but claims he ain't X-Men. Though I wouldn't call 'em children.

[Well... the other Kurt he might. But it was clear that Rogue and Remy had their share of experiences, even if they were a little greener than the ones he knew.]

They might as well be to me. Rogue's roughly the age she was when I met her, and I never knew Remy when he was this young.

[So he doesn't know about Erik. Kurt considers for a minute mentioning a fourth variation of the theme, then decides to keep that knowledge in his back pocket. The man did introduce himself publicly as Blade, he can always claim ignorance later.] Do you know the span of years the three of you are scattered around?

Couple of years. Laura and 'Ro both got some experiences on me.

[Which was annoying, but hell, he went years without any memories so it wasn't so strange having some of the team having lived through a few things he hadn't yet.]

[If Logan's telling the truth, then that cements one thing in Darkholme's mind: he doesn't know. If young Laura, who seems not the type to prevaricate, doesn't (and certainly a betrayal like that wouldn't have stayed a secret), then Logan can't.

Kurt has the insane urge to warn him. Instead he wraps his tail around the communicator and holds it away from himself, angling it to get a good shot of the black and white X-Force uniform.] Must be frustrating. So I don't suppose this uniform means a damn thing to you, then?

[Being the current leader of X-Force, he knows damn well what the uniform is supposed to look like. His Kurt never wore it. That kind of work was never meant for him. But he didn't know this Kurt well enough to say one way or another. It was the sort of thing only a select few knew about.]

Means you'll be wanting a change of clothes. The Atroma weren't decent enough to snatch me up when I was in uniform.

[Or maybe not. Logan's lack of answer invokes the distinct urge to wring his neck. He pulls the communicator back toward him.]

Wish they'd been decent enough to grab my uniform. This is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen.

Language. [Logan all but tsks him. It's an intentionally hypocritical sort of thing to do.] I'm sure if ya ask real nice, someone's bound to have some red dye to fix that up for ya.

Bite on it and choke. [It's almost affectionate, how he says that; certainly devoid of any real venom. Then he snorts at the suggestion of dye, and there comes the sneer in his voice.] And look more like Saint Wagner? I think I'll pass.

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