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Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, is one of the most famous mutant actors in the U.S. which is what he's wanted since it was a little boy. He always loved acting and performing, they grew up in a traveling circus and loved all the attention it got as an aerialist. Kurt is a showman at heart, and always will be. But just because he got what they wanted, doesn't mean it won’t feel like something is missing. He can't help but feel that they’re missing something in his life, but it can't figure it out.
“Kurt! Keep up, this is the fifth time in this scene you’ve completely spaced out!” the set director Alma shouted, shaking Kurt out of his thoughts.
“Ah, sorry Alma, I suppose I’ve been distracted. I’ll focus” the fact that they’re lying to save his own ass completely eludes her, or so he hopes. Kurt hasn’t finished a scene all week, and it’s been dragging the film over schedule. He does genuinely feel bad about it but they can't help it.
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“Alright, that's it for today I guess. Have a good night everyone” Alma said, very clearly done with everyone’s bullshit for today.
“Goodnight Alma, I promise I will do better tomorrow, guess I’m just out of it today” Kurt says as he starts heading to its dressing room to change back into their own clothes.
“I think I’ll take a nice long bath when I get back home. Soak my bones, clear my head.” it mutters to itself while getting out of costume.
Once back in his normal clothes, they teleport away with a -BAMF- leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur in his wake. Kurt sighs once in its bedroom, and flops forward onto their bed, which is a mess of blankets, pillows, and various stuffed animals, perfect for it due to its tail, as well shielding the sheets from an absurd amount of blue fur. Despite being home, in his bedroom, he still feels as though something is missing from their life. From them.
“Mien Gott, I wish I knew what was wrong. I’d give anything to have something I don't even know.” he whispered to himself before slowly getting back up and grabbing its pajamas and a towel and heading to the bathroom for a bath.
“Hey Kurt, how was work? Seems like it, uh, wasn't great” Jean Grey, one of Kurts, other work friends. Jean, along with Kurt, Jubilee, Scott, Logan, Gambit, Rogue, and Storm, are a group of mutants known as the X-Men*. Another reason Kurt is well known, but that's less for his name and more for ‘Nightcrawler’ his hero persona. And they get quite a bit of recognition for a rescue hero, helped by its fame as an actor, and vice versa.
“Ja, not great, I’ve been slacking according to Alma. I guess I've been distracted.” he stated sadly, seeming tired.
“Go, take that bath and go to sleep, lord knows you need the rest” Jean said with sympathy, patting his shoulder for emphasis.
“Danke, I will, have a nice evening, Jean“ Kurt yawned out before setting off for the bathroom again. The walk isn't far, only a little bit down the hall, past about 20 identical doors with very distinct interiors and even more identifiable occupants.
The Jean Grey School for Gifted Youth*, or X Institute, is a school for mutants, so they can learn about their mutations and how to control them, as well as a select few get offered the X course, where they train to be the next generation of X-Men. Kurt themselves used to be a student at the school, and was offered to take the X course, and like any naive child, he jumped on the opportunity to train to be an X-Man, and now here it is,
contemplating retiring from the X-Men. It doubts it ever will, it's in his nature to help, they’d never leave the job, because the idea of being able to help, but not helping, is soul crushing.
Kurt starts drawing a bath when someone bursts into the room, stunning both Kurt, and the intruder.
* you probably already knew that *I changed the name because I like this one better
“Oh shit! I'm sorry, my bad dude. Didn’t mean to intrude on your…. Uh… bath time?” said the mystery man, with a fairly thick accent that Kurt can't quite place. He's fairly tall, roughly 6 feet tall, with silver hair that looks like he’s been meaning to get a haircut, but hasnt had the time, he has goggles rested on his head and a silver jacket, that is presumably pleather, fingerless biking gloves, pants that are also probably pleather. He seems rather odd, but Kurt’s used to odd.
“Das ist gut, I’m Kurt, and would like to know the name of the man who broke the bathroom door” Kurt says that last part with a hint of amusement. And the man looks confused for a second before turning around and looking at the door, that he now realizes opens outwards, not inwards, which is odd for a bathroom door.
“Oh… Uh… that's embarrassing isn’t it? I’m Pietro, Pietro Maxomoff and very sorry about the door, I- I’ll get that fixed” Pietro says, half chuckling about how stupid the door thing was. He turns, pauses and turns back around a couple times, trying to decide whether or not he should fix the door now, before deciding to fix it now. In an instant, which was more accurately a couple of seconds, the door is fixed and Pietro is gone, leaving Kurt with one thought.
“What the fuck?”
Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, is one of the most famous mutant actors in the U.S. which is what he's wanted since it was a little boy. He always loved acting and performing, they grew up in a traveling circus and loved all the attention it got as an aerialist. Kurt is a showman at heart, and always will be. But just because he got what they wanted, doesn't mean it won’t feel like something is missing. He can't help but feel that they’re missing something in his life, but it can't figure it out.
“Kurt! Keep up, this is the fifth time in this scene you’ve completely spaced out!” the set director Alma shouted, shaking Kurt out of his thoughts.
“Ah, sorry Alma, I suppose I’ve been distracted. I’ll focus” the fact that they’re lying to save his own ass completely eludes her, or so he hopes. Kurt hasn’t finished a scene all week, and it’s been dragging the film over schedule. He does genuinely feel bad about it but they can't help it.
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“Alright, that's it for today I guess. Have a good night everyone” Alma said, very clearly done with everyone’s bullshit for today.
“Goodnight Alma, I promise I will do better tomorrow, guess I’m just out of it today” Kurt says as he starts heading to its dressing room to change back into their own clothes.
“I think I’ll take a nice long bath when I get back home. Soak my bones, clear my head.” it mutters to itself while getting out of costume.
Once back in his normal clothes, they teleport away with a -BAMF- leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur in his wake. Kurt sighs once in its bedroom, and flops forward onto their bed, which is a mess of blankets, pillows, and various stuffed animals, perfect for it due to its tail, as well shielding the sheets from an absurd amount of blue fur. Despite being home, in his bedroom, he still feels as though something is missing from their life. From them.
“Mien Gott, I wish I knew what was wrong. I’d give anything to have something I don't even know.” he whispered to himself before slowly getting back up and grabbing its pajamas and a towel and heading to the bathroom for a bath.
“Hey Kurt, how was work? Seems like it, uh, wasn't great” Jean Grey, one of Kurts, other work friends. Jean, along with Kurt, Jubilee, Scott, Logan, Gambit, Rogue, and Storm, are a group of mutants known as the X-Men*. Another reason Kurt is well known, but that's less for his name and more for ‘Nightcrawler’ his hero persona. And they get quite a bit of recognition for a rescue hero, helped by its fame as an actor, and vice versa.
“Ja, not great, I’ve been slacking according to Alma. I guess I've been distracted.” he stated sadly, seeming tired.
“Go, take that bath and go to sleep, lord knows you need the rest” Jean said with sympathy, patting his shoulder for emphasis.
“Danke, I will, have a nice evening, Jean“ Kurt yawned out before setting off for the bathroom again. The walk isn't far, only a little bit down the hall, past about 20 identical doors with very distinct interiors and even more identifiable occupants.
The Jean Grey School for Gifted Youth*, or X Institute, is a school for mutants, so they can learn about their mutations and how to control them, as well as a select few get offered the X course, where they train to be the next generation of X-Men. Kurt themselves used to be a student at the school, and was offered to take the X course, and like any naive child, he jumped on the opportunity to train to be an X-Man, and now here it is,
contemplating retiring from the X-Men. It doubts it ever will, it's in his nature to help, they’d never leave the job, because the idea of being able to help, but not helping, is soul crushing.
Kurt starts drawing a bath when someone bursts into the room, stunning both Kurt, and the intruder.
* you probably already knew that *I changed the name because I like this one better
“Oh shit! I'm sorry, my bad dude. Didn’t mean to intrude on your…. Uh… bath time?” said the mystery man, with a fairly thick accent that Kurt can't quite place. He's fairly tall, roughly 6 feet tall, with silver hair that looks like he’s been meaning to get a haircut, but hasnt had the time, he has goggles rested on his head and a silver jacket, that is presumably pleather, fingerless biking gloves, pants that are also probably pleather. He seems rather odd, but Kurt’s used to odd.
“Das ist gut, I’m Kurt, and would like to know the name of the man who broke the bathroom door” Kurt says that last part with a hint of amusement. And the man looks confused for a second before turning around and looking at the door, that he now realizes opens outwards, not inwards, which is odd for a bathroom door.
“Oh… Uh… that's embarrassing isn’t it? I’m Pietro, Pietro Maxomoff and very sorry about the door, I- I’ll get that fixed” Pietro says, half chuckling about how stupid the door thing was. He turns, pauses and turns back around a couple times, trying to decide whether or not he should fix the door now, before deciding to fix it now. In an instant, which was more accurately a couple of seconds, the door is fixed and Pietro is gone, leaving Kurt with one thought.
“What the fuck?”
Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, is one of the most famous mutant actors in the U.S. which is what he's wanted since it was a little boy. He always loved acting and performing, they grew up in a traveling circus and loved all the attention it got as an aerialist. Kurt is a showman at heart, and always will be. But just because he got what they wanted, doesn't mean it won’t feel like something is missing. He can't help but feel that they’re missing something in his life, but it can't figure it out.
“Kurt! Keep up, this is the fifth time in this scene you’ve completely spaced out!” the set director Alma shouted, shaking Kurt out of his thoughts.
“Ah, sorry Alma, I suppose I’ve been distracted. I’ll focus” the fact that they’re lying to save his own ass completely eludes her, or so he hopes. Kurt hasn’t finished a scene all week, and it’s been dragging the film over schedule. He does genuinely feel bad about it but they can't help it.
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“Alright, that's it for today I guess. Have a good night everyone” Alma said, very clearly done with everyone’s bullshit for today.
“Goodnight Alma, I promise I will do better tomorrow, guess I’m just out of it today” Kurt says as he starts heading to its dressing room to change back into their own clothes.
“I think I’ll take a nice long bath when I get back home. Soak my bones, clear my head.” it mutters to itself while getting out of costume.
Once back in his normal clothes, they teleport away with a -BAMF- leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur in his wake. Kurt sighs once in its bedroom, and flops forward onto their bed, which is a mess of blankets, pillows, and various stuffed animals, perfect for it due to its tail, as well shielding the sheets from an absurd amount of blue fur. Despite being home, in his bedroom, he still feels as though something is missing from their life. From them.
“Mien Gott, I wish I knew what was wrong. I’d give anything to have something I don't even know.” he whispered to himself before slowly getting back up and grabbing its pajamas and a towel and heading to the bathroom for a bath.
“Hey Kurt, how was work? Seems like it, uh, wasn't great” Jean Grey, one of Kurts, other work friends. Jean, along with Kurt, Jubilee, Scott, Logan, Gambit, Rogue, and Storm, are a group of mutants known as the X-Men*. Another reason Kurt is well known, but that's less for his name and more for ‘Nightcrawler’ his hero persona. And they get quite a bit of recognition for a rescue hero, helped by its fame as an actor, and vice versa.
“Ja, not great, I’ve been slacking according to Alma. I guess I've been distracted.” he stated sadly, seeming tired.
“Go, take that bath and go to sleep, lord knows you need the rest” Jean said with sympathy, patting his shoulder for emphasis.
“Danke, I will, have a nice evening, Jean“ Kurt yawned out before setting off for the bathroom again. The walk isn't far, only a little bit down the hall, past about 20 identical doors with very distinct interiors and even more identifiable occupants.
The Jean Grey School for Gifted Youth*, or X Institute, is a school for mutants, so they can learn about their mutations and how to control them, as well as a select few get offered the X course, where they train to be the next generation of X-Men. Kurt themselves used to be a student at the school, and was offered to take the X course, and like any naive child, he jumped on the opportunity to train to be an X-Man, and now here it is,
contemplating retiring from the X-Men. It doubts it ever will, it's in his nature to help, they’d never leave the job, because the idea of being able to help, but not helping, is soul crushing.
Kurt starts drawing a bath when someone bursts into the room, stunning both Kurt, and the intruder.
* you probably already knew that *I changed the name because I like this one better
“Oh shit! I'm sorry, my bad dude. Didn’t mean to intrude on your…. Uh… bath time?” said the mystery man, with a fairly thick accent that Kurt can't quite place. He's fairly tall, roughly 6 feet tall, with silver hair that looks like he’s been meaning to get a haircut, but hasnt had the time, he has goggles rested on his head and a silver jacket, that is presumably pleather, fingerless biking gloves, pants that are also probably pleather. He seems rather odd, but Kurt’s used to odd.
“Das ist gut, I’m Kurt, and would like to know the name of the man who broke the bathroom door” Kurt says that last part with a hint of amusement. And the man looks confused for a second before turning around and looking at the door, that he now realizes opens outwards, not inwards, which is odd for a bathroom door.
“Oh… Uh… that's embarrassing isn’t it? I’m Pietro, Pietro Maxomoff and very sorry about the door, I- I’ll get that fixed” Pietro says, half chuckling about how stupid the door thing was. He turns, pauses and turns back around a couple times, trying to decide whether or not he should fix the door now, before deciding to fix it now. In an instant, which was more accurately a couple of seconds, the door is fixed and Pietro is gone, leaving Kurt with one thought.
“What the fuck?”
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“WANDA! WANDA I MADE A MISTAKE!” Pietro yells once he gets to his sister’s door
“That’s my problem? Pietro, you need to solve your own problems, I won't fix them all. I could, but I won't.” Wanda, Pietro’s twin sister said with a bored expression.
“Not that kind of mistake! Well, kind of. But that’s besides the point!”
“Well what is the point? I don't want to stand here and hear your incoherent.. Everything” Wanda said, increasingly annoyed with her brother’s antics.
Pietro spends the next few minutes attempting to form a coherent sentence explaining what just happened, ultimately failing. He finally decides that he will simply play the tape currently recording everything, because words have eluded him.
“What- what is wrong with you Pietro? Not only did you open the door THE WRONG WAY but also THE BATHROOM WAS OCCUPIED” Wanda commented, bewildered that he managed to do that.
“I didn't know!”
“You didn’t know what?”
“That it was occupied! Or that I opened it wrong!”
“You're so, Unbelivably stupid”
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“And… ACTION” shouted the set hand. The actors got into place, paused for a moment, to get in character, and then started the scene. Kurt walks forward, about halfway through the set before someone attacks them and starts the proper fight scene. The fighting continues for a bit, making sure the cameras have a good wide shot before the set hand yells ‘CUT’ and they stop for a bit and get water.
“Alright, everyone ready for the close ups?”
“Ja, I am ready”
“Yup”
“Yea”
“Alright, CAMERA!” Then, almost instantly, a smaller camera comes on set, to get the close ups of the fight scene.
Once again, everyone gets into their starting place, stretching, etc. waiting for the call.
“And… ACTION!”
Once again, position, pause, start. Like clockwork. That part was something Kurt was prepared for, but not everything being like clockwork. Go to this party, greet host, ‘ja, i'm good’ ‘congratulations on the thing’ ‘sorry to hear about your spouse’ ‘no i'm not looking for anyone’, gym, go to a meet and greet (that is his favorite part, he loves meeting fans), train in the danger room, go to some publicity thing, go home, rinse and repeat. Every week it's the same thing. He yearns for something else, something more, something unpredictable. They thought they had that as an X-Man, but it's not what it wants, it's not what they’re looking for. He isn't sure what he wants, but that’s not it.
Truth be told, Kurt is beginning to think that everyone is right, it's time it gets a partner, someone to bring to the stiupid parties, to shit talk the rich, pompous assholes with. Someone to talk about during interviews, someone to come home to, someone to love. And god does he want that. But another truth be told, he doesn't know jack shit about dating. They don't know where to begin, how does it meet someone who wouldn't just talk to it because of who it is? How does he initiate a normal conversation? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t think they ever will.
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“No, John, you don’t understand. He’s like, really hot” Pietro says to his brother, John.
“The guy you met, after breaking down the bathroom door? Mate, that's nice and all, but what the FUCK” John states, and, he has a point. Pietro just met this guy, talked for maybe 2 minutes, and was already bitching to his brother, and sister. All he knows about this guy is what he looks like, and his name. He is a pretty identifiable person, Pietro doubts there's another person on earth that could even hope to look like him.
“Ya just met him, talked to him for like, a minute, and already fucking bothering me about how hot you think he is” John complains, already prepared to hear about this guy until either Pietro moves on or one of them dies.
“I know I just met him, but that means nothing! I’m bound to see him again, with my luck, probably equally as embarrassing.” Pietro exclaims. He really hopes he sees Kurt again, even if he ends up having to do something stupid.
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Kurt is once again drawing a bath after a long training session in the danger room, it's muscles ache and it wants nothing more than to relax and go to bed. But god is not that merciful, as someone once again, breaks into the bathroom, mid bath. Although this time the door was opened the right way.
“Shit! Again, sorry man, I should really learn to knock, eh?” Pietro said with a bashful smile. Kurt is just about to say something in response before being interrupted by someone yelling from the other side of the door.
“PIETRO YOU BASTARD I KNOW IT WAS YOU”
“What the hell did you do?”
“I didn't do anything, I swear. Other than,, glitter bombing Scott because he took the last chocolate chip cookie that I got specifically for me to eat later” Pietro says, with absolutely no shame for what he did. He has a look on his face that clearly shows he’d do it again if given the chance.
“PIETRO, DON'T MAKE ME BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR, AND COME IN THERE!” Scott shouts, banging on the door to emphasize his point. They can't see him, but he’s coated in glitter, and will probably have to clean up the trail of glitter he tracked all the way across the mansion. Pietro doesn’t understand why finding him is more important than getting the glitter mostly off first, but he won't judge.
“Um, Scott, as nice as it is to hear from you, I’m not Pietro” Kurt says, glancing at Pietro with a ‘you owe me’ look. Kurt just wants to finish his bath and talk to Pietro, not watch Scott beat the snot out of him.
“Thanks Kurt” Pietro whispers, grateful to avoid Scotts wrath for a bit longer.
“Don't lie Kurt! People saw him run in here!”
“That was yesterday, he broke the door.”
“Oh. Have you seen him?”
“Nien”
Kurt feels bad about lying, but it's for a good reason, maybe Scott will calm down, and not beat Pietro up. Pietro stays silent until Scott’s footsteps can’t be heard anymore. Only then does Kurt realizes Pietro was holding his breath, whether intentionally or not, he doesn’t know.
“Well, that was… interesting. I should leave you to your bath” Pietro chuckles out, not really wanting to leave, but Kurt doesn’t need to know that.
“You can stay if you’d like, I wouldn't trust at least twelve people on this hall alone not to tell Scott where you are”. Kurt has a point though. A lot of students would never pass up the chance to see something, anything, interesting. Even if that thing is one of the new people getting the snot beat out of them by a grown ass man. Perks of living in the middle of nowhere in Ohio, nothing interesting happens, even in the school for mutants. In all honesty, the new people from the Brotherhood are the most interesting thing to happen in a while.
“You sure? I don't wanna interrupt your bath any more than I have”
“I don't mind” Kurt says with enough genuineness that it comforts Pietro in that he is in fact, not bothering him. So Pietro sits down on the floor and pulls his gameboy out of a pocket in his jacket and begins to play a game. The room is silent for a bit, before Pietro starts rambling on about the physics of Kirby. Something that seems boring, but is surprisingly interesting, at least the way he explains.
“The jump mechanic in this game is funny because something as small as Kirby should be able to jump that high, maybe even higher depending on the size of the planet and the gravitational pull, HOWEVER, Kirby is incredibly dense, at least according to the calculations I made like, 8748 forevers ago. Yet he can still kinda fly, which is odd, but I don't know the exact force of gravity on the planet Kirby is on, or even an approximate, I could probably estimate the force of gravity by calculating Kirby’s weight factoring in his density, and the average force of gravity on a planet that feels like it would be the same size. I’d say the planet is roughly the size of Earth, maybe Venus, and” Pietro rambles, mostly to himself. The rest of the sentence is too fast and quiet to be understandable, but Kurt can still tell he is talking.
Kurt wants to ask him what he meant by 8760 forevers ago, but he feels bad interrupting him. Pietro doesn’t appear to feel like it needs to be addressed, but that could have something to do with how casually he said it. As if it was a completely normal and universally understood concept. So Kurt keeps its mouth closed, and tries to understand the words being said at him.
“Although, since Kirby is inhaling to fly, maybe the air itself is really light? If that’s the case, I’d have to calculate how much air Kirby would have to inhale in order to fly, or more accurately float. I can already tell you that it’s a LOT of fucking air to inhale, because of how dense and heavy Kirby should be, unless my calculations of density are completely incorrect and Kirby is stretchy and light, meaning the gravitational force doesn’t have to be that high, and Kirby is only slightly heavier than the air. But if that's the case, Kirby would be able to jump higher and would fall slower. The fast jump upwards is due to the force put into the jump from his stubby little legs, which I have to assume can be very powerful, due to how fast he can run. That's a whole other can of worms because…” Once again, the rest of that sentence can’t be comprehended. Kurt can't help but feel bad about losing the conversation mid sentence, it knows Pietro isn’t exactly talking to him, more talking at him, but they genuinely want to hear what he’s saying, they just can't understand.
“I hate to interrupt, but I think I should get out of the bath, if you’d like, you can find refuge in my room.” Kurt doesn’t want to seem like he’s trying to get rid of Pietro, he’s clearly enjoying rambling about the physics of a video game character. But Kurt does need to get out of the bath, it doesn’t need sleep that bad does it? Even if they did, this is a better waste of his time.
“Oh, uh, only if you’re sure. I, uh, just realized how much I've been talking. My bad.”
“Nien, it is fine, I don't mind, I swear. I am not obligated in any way to offer you refuge, this is from my interest in you, and the thing you have to say.” Kurt says with a smile. Although, it has a point, they’re not being forced or obligated to help him, maybe pity, but if it was just pity, they wouldn’t offer him to stay in it's room, maybe an extra room, but not theirs. And the opportunity to keep talking about the physics of Kirby, without being told off? Too good to pass up.
Kurt’s interest in his nonsensical rambling, baffles Pietro. Why would this stranger, want to listen to him ramble, without stopping him? But Pietro won't look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Remember you can ask me to stop, or leave if you get bored, or tired.” Pietro states, not wanting to bother it, or keep them up all night, especially if the gossip he may or may not have heard is true, and he is a movie star. It probably has to be up early, and can’t stay up all night because of Pietro.