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[ecclesiophobic]

Who: Kurt Darkholme
Broadcast: None
Action: Fleet-wide
When: Nov. 11th, afternoon onward

On the afternoon of his 31st birthday, Kurt Darkholme opens his eyes just as he has any other day. The similarities to the days before it end there; instead of a battle-worn 30 year old, the person that sits bolt upright appears for all the world to be a teenage boy. Though still covered in blue fur and possessing the unique physical make-up of the elder Kurt Darkholme, the glaring red mark that covers a good portion of his face is just as conspicuously missing. In addition, the boy looks terrified at waking in a strange place.

"Eri--" His voice squeaks before Kurt shuts his jaw with an audible click, grimacing at his own stupidity. Magneto would have his hide for making noise in enemy territory. Still cringing at the thought, Kurt throws the covers off and goes about the business of searching the room he's woken up in.


Windrose - Armory

The first place Kurt comes across after sneaking out of the bedroom he woke in is the armory. Seeing the automatic weapons brings a brief smile to his face, and the boy teleports for a closer look. Surely there has to be something that will fit his hands (even if they are starting toward the broadness of his adult counterpart's.) He's distracted enough by the possibility of being armed, and therefore safer, that he doesn't properly check the room first.


Windrose - Cargo Bay

Regardless of his success in obtaining a weapon from the armory, Kurt's next move is to get the hell out of Dodge. The mutant boy is scuttling along the ceiling, featureless eyes darting around in anticipation of an ambush, when he catches sight of the rather unusual modifications. It's enough out of place that he freezes, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"What the--," the boy whispers to himself in his native language.


Everywhere else *

After getting off the Windrose, Kurt's next move is to regroup with the rest of the X-Men. To this end he pilots his shuttle (and it's unnerving that he knows how, but he's going to hope the knowledge is a present from Jean and not worry about it right now) to the various ships and sneaks aboard. Much like his actual first days in the Fleet, Kurt keeps to the ceiling as he skitters throughout the various ships, looking for any familiar faces.

Or more weapons.


Wildcard

Yeah y'all know what this option is.

*Kurt will give the Interfaith center a wider berth than usual. While characters are welcome to try getting him inside, he will react with violence and terror.

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[ecclesiophobic]

For someone who can vanish into shadows, Kurt is having the worst luck at being spotted. This sort of thing never happened in his native Germany; but then again, a series of spaceships are a far cry from the massive forest he spent his childhood scampering about. It doesn't help that merely being in an actual library is a fascinating distraction; raised as he was, Kurt's never had the chance to step foot in one.

The slight lessening in background noise is what catches Kurt's attention, in the distant way of something seeming off. He turns, putting his back to the ceiling to more comfortably look down, and freezes in place when he sees a man staring right at him. Thankfully, he's run into enough other people by now that his automatic reaction isn't to draw one of the side-arms he's secreted away. On top of that, Erik looks irritatingly familiar.

"..Are you going to attack me," he asks after a pause; softly, because in every book and movie he devoured as a child, libraries were a place one kept their voice down in.

[exothermia]

Erik's hand had started to stray towards his pocket, the metal screws hidden there just waiting for his call. Kurt's quiet question halts his movement, and his brows crease just slightly in consternation. The problem with Kurt - or Kurts - is that now he's met three of them. He can instantly rule out the Kurt of his own world; the lack of religious scarification on his skin is definitive. He hadn't known the other Kurt Wagner in the Fleet for very long, and had spoken to him even less. That one wouldn't have asked that question in such a skittish manner, he estimates.

Which leaves either a new Kurt, or something happened to Kurt Darkholme. Neither option is pleasant to consider.

Erik lowers both hands, the empty one and the one still holding the book. Without removing his gaze from the boy's, he shakes his head. "No. I'm not going to attack you." His own reply is even, at a slightly higher volume than Kurt's. Library or not, he won't be misunderstood.

[ecclesiophobic]

Some things remain constant across the universes. Apparently Erik's voice is one of them, because, just as when he arrived, Kurt straightens up when the man speaks.

"Erik?" The teenager tilts his head, his eyes narrowing as he tries to visualize the man below with longer and much lighter hair. The resulting image isn't quite the same (roughly twenty years younger than the man he knows best as Magneto, to start) but similar enough that the young mutant feels exceedingly foolish for not seeing a resemblance sooner. His mom wouldn't have made that mistake. "..You look different with dark hair."

[exothermia]

That reaction narrows things down a lot. He can reasonably assume that this is the Fleet's Kurt, only younger. After all, isn't he an enemy to the X-Men in most other versions of the world? Other than the Kurt from his own world, he would think other Kurts wouldn't react so positively.

This is a problem; or rather, it will be a problem once this situation ends. He sighs, raking a hand back through his hair. "Because you expect me to have grey hair, correct?" Best to confirm that detail, though he's certain he knows the answer.

[ecclesiophobic]

"White," Kurt corrects, thinking of how his Magneto's hair catches light even in dimly lit rooms (to his eyes, it glares, making him flinch when he's not expecting it.) "And longer."

The longer he looks at this Erik, the more tiny details catch him as off. His jaw is broader, though whether that's from bone structure or better nutrition he can't tell. His eyebrows look like someone actually held Erik down and groomed them. The thought makes Kurt smirk, an expression that vanishes quickly to be replaced by a very serious and totally not guilty one.

"You, um. What would you prefer I call you?" Distraction ploy, go.

[exothermia]

Erik frowns slightly at the longer hair comment. No one has mentioned that to him so far... still, it's a minor thing. His hair is fairly short at the moment, even if it is unkempt from lack of care. Erik folds his arms across his chest, observing Kurt's flickering expressions.

"Erik is fine," he replies, though he's not very enthused. What is he going to do about this? "No doubt you're confused right now."