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[ecclesiophobic]

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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[ecclesiophobic]

[Coming from her, that sort of silence stings. He's used to it, of course. In that other world, there'd been with most of his X-Force compatriots a tinge of horror the first time he corrected them on his surname. Once he dug into his counterpart's past he found out why; in their world, Mystique was a craven woman who threw her own child away to save her own skin when the bastards cornered her.

(In his, she'd been prepared to jump--and die--with him. In his, they were heroes; deadly, ruthless, and manipulative as vipers, but they were X-Men. She was his mother, and despite her many flaws never gave him a single reason to think she loved anything more than him. Not even herself.)

But seeing that pause in Rogue, and feeling it hurt, highlights that he's let his guard down. Seeing Kitty shook him, and this counterpart managed to exploit a crack in his armor. Sloppy. In the silence his expression closes off, his chin tilting upward slightly. He won't apologize for being who he is, because he's not sorry for it. Of all the things in life he's ashamed of, he's proud of being his mother's vicious son even when he mourns the loss of innocence that birthed the man he is now. Raven tried so hard to keep her son's dreams intact, even as she taught him how to survive in a world she knew would attack him. (He does, sometimes, let himself hate her for never telling him how strange he was formed. But if she had, would he be as comfortable in his skin as he is now?)

And then Rogue throws him a curve ball with that smile. He blinks and then smiles, a sharp expression not as cruel as it would have been without her tentative attempt at carrying the conversation. It isn't the smirk he inherited from their his mother, though the wariness in his eyes is.] I don't think this is a conversation we want to have here. Face to face would be better once I'm off here, unless you've other things to do?

[touchofrogue]

[She sees the shutting down of his expression and regrets it, though she can't regret her own response. Whatever Mystique had been in his world, nothing changed what Mystique had been, had done, in her own. She was not her mother's daughter for nothing; some things can never be forgotten, nor should they be.

She couldn't disagree with his suggestion, though part of her mind remembered her confrontation and began to plan for Worst Case Scenarios.

The tentative smile doesn't fall from her face, though the corners of her eyes tighten a little before they relax again, her expression open and a bit rueful.] I reckon I can make the time. Fit ya into my busy schedule an' all. Let me know when they Shuffle you out?

[ecclesiophobic]

[The cruel smile fades entirely, leaving a solemn expression on his face as he nods.] I will. [He moves to shut off the transmission, then pauses. Stupid to say what he wants to, she's not his Rogue and she'll doubtless take it as a threat but he can't just leave her on that note.]

Watch your back, Rogue. ['Be safe. I don't trust this place.' Kurt cuts the transmission after that, closing his eyes a moment after against the tears that threaten. She is so much like his sister.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue blinks. That was - abrupt. And strange. But despite the words, the tone and context didn't seem to indicate a threat.

Watch your back, Rogue.

She whispers:] Don't I always?

[She will be looking forward with some anxiousness to hearing from this other brother.]