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Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

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Kurt felt a strange prickling feeling come over his skin as the static ended. He'd never felt anything before, but he supposed that being burned this badly and having fur all over oneself never made for a pleasant combination. Unless the fire had burned all of his fur off (it was singed in patches, at the very least), and he was just feeling sympathy bristles.

"I guess this is what ghost pains feel like," Kurt commented to Kon, shifting his hips off the bed and pushing his tail out from inside his pant leg. "I kinda feel my fur against the bandages. Never had that feeling before."

"It doesn't hurt bad does it?" Kon asked as he watched Kurt scoot around doing something down below- Oh, right! His tail. It would be uncomfortable sitting on that.

Dragging over the chair from his desk, Kon sat by Kurt. Once he was comfortable he said, "Impulse is really cool - he's from the future for starters so there's not much that seems weird to him." And that wasn't even mentioning the whole 'grew up in a video game' thing. Or the fact that Bart could be really oblivious sometimes. Most times really.

"He probably won't even ask why you look different from everyone else. And I'll talk to this other guy when he gets here so he's not surprised. And if he's a jerk and does try anything I'll stop him! So just relax Kurt. Otherwise I'll have to find a way to make you!" He grinned promisingly. Kurt could come up with his own ideas about how Kon would force him to relax.

"Th-that's really okay," Kurt said, scooting away a little and holding up his hands defensively. If it was Kon, it was guaranteed to be something that Kurt would end up on the ceiling over. "I'm relaxed, I'm good! Especially if you'll be around as an insurance policy.

"The future, though?" Kurt asked, glowing eyes widening a little. "Way cool! Does he have like, a flying car or something? I always thought that would be really awesome, but the X-Men don't have a flying car yet. Just a jet."

He felt strangely better now that he was in his normal skin and Kon was sitting with him. It was almost normal, he thought--just like how all the X-Men used to sit around and talk. And nobody stared at anybody else or anything like that. They were all together in company and mentality.

"Insurance huh? Does that make me your bodyguard? Do I get paid or am I meant to be working for free?" In spite of his teasing words, Kon was behaving and staying slouched in his seat. Kurt was hurt and he didn't want to make it worse. When Kurt was better he might follow through with a threat like that but not right now.

"I don't know, I've only been to that time once and I was kind of busy then. But Cadmus has a flying car. Sort of. The Whiz Wagon isn't just a car but it's pretty cool and this is coming from the guy with tactile telekinesis. A jet is seriously cool too though. Do you get to fly it?" Jets and planes were boring when you just had to ride in them but flying one might be fun. It was different to flying using your own powers 'cause that was easy but flying a jet always looked complicated.

Kurt laughed. "Well, if the great Superboy, master of Tactile Telekinesis says something is cool, it must be," the mutant teased.

"Though you might find the X-Jet a little boring," he confessed with a small shrug. "I never really got to fly it--mostly because I didn't know how." He'd seen how beat up the jet was after the younger mutants had taken it on a joyride, and they'd only gotten out alive because Kitty had phased them through a mountain. Kurt liked big, impressive things that went fast, but he wasn't suicidal. "I had to clean and wax it one time, though," he offered lamely. "Punishment duty."

Edited 2009-05-31 23:10 (UTC)

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Tim stopped outside M01. There were two voices, but the doors were thick; he couldn't make them out well enough to know if one of them was actually Kon's voice. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully. Hopefully not.

Something.

He realized he was being a complete idiot, so he finally swallowed all of his...whatever it was...and knocked on the door.

"Dude, that totally bites! You had to clean the whole thing? Man! And I thought Guardian and Dubbilex were bad when they wanted to punish me!" Before Kon could ask what Kurt had done to get a punishment like that someone was knocking on the door. Which meant it wasn't Bart 'cause if he actually started knocking like a normal person Kon was going to assume he'd been replaced by his clone or something.

"What was the name of the guy who's gonna heal you again?" he asked, squeezing Kurt's shoulder reassuringly before he walked over to the door. That had been really fast. Hopefully this guy would really be able to heal all of Kurt's burns. Being stuck in a place like this when you were hurt had to be a little worrying, even with Superboy watching out for you.

Kurt looked up at the door when the knock came, perking his ears a little. That was pretty fast. Almost too fast... Kurt's stomach started twisting uncomfortably, like it always did when he met someone who didn't know his 'secret'.

"Euh, Freyador, but he said Frey was fine," Kurt said, his tail moving under the covers. One thing at a time, really...

Tim looked up, and there were no words for all the emotion that screamed through him.

Kon.

Young and alive and his hair wasn't all short somehow, even though Luthor had made him shave it off, and alive alive alive.

Alive and so obviously Kon. Not a lie, not a trick, unless somehow he was dreaming or hallucinating.

"Kon..." he said, but there wasn't anything else to say. He didn't move, because he didn't trust himself not to do something really stupid in front of whoever else was in the room.

Making sure to block the view into the room, Kon blinked uncertainly down at the guy on the other side of the door. How did he know his name? And why was he looking at him like that? Eh, maybe Kurt had mentioned Kon or he'd seen him mentioned somewhere. Or maybe he knew who Superboy was? But that didn't explain the weird way he was looking at him. Whatever. It wasn't a big deal. Grinning he replied, "Yeah, that's me! Frey, right? Look, before you see Kurt there's something I gotta tell you..."

How did you say 'my friend looks really different at night to how he looks during the day and he thinks he looks like a monster which he totally doesn't and if you freak out and hurt him I'm going to kick your ass into next week' tactfully? Eh, he'd just go for it, that plan normally worked. Plowing onwards he said, "He doesn't look the same at night as he does during the day, but he's still the same guy, OK? And he thought you'd appreciate some warning before you saw him." That... seemed to cover it. Looking at Frey he waited for some sort of confirmation before he let him in.

Kurt looked around Kon's body, catching sight of the other young man's black hair. Frey had silver hair, not black--and obviously Kon would recognize his friend. So whoever that was, it wasn't anyone they knew.

"Kon..." Kurt said, voice edged with fear. His good hand drifted to his bandaged one, ready to pull out his IV and teleport both of them if necessary. "Kon that isn't Frey..."

Tim frowned. "Are you kidding me? What the hell, of course I'm not Frey. Who is Frey?"

And what the hell was going on here? Who was...oh. Right. Kurt must be Kon's roommate. But why would he look different? That was weird. Well, whatever, it wasn't like Tim had some basis of comparison. He hadn't heard the name Kurt until now.

"Some girl take it the wrong way and hit you in the head, Superboy?" he asked, all of Robin's scathing cynicism obvious in his voice. "Or do you just have selective amnesia because you're afraid I'm going to hit you?"

The idea was actually laughable. He wouldn't waste time trying to hit Kon. He could break his hand that way!

There was...something he was missing. He thought for a minute. Something about the timeline difference. Superboy wasn't dead, but why wouldn't he recognize Robin? There was some vital piece to the puzzle here. Tim thought back to the conversations on the bulletin board, but he wasn't quite sure what was going on. Yet.

"What?" Kon looked between Kurt and the new guy in confusion. So this wasn't the guy to heal Kurt? And it wasn't anyone Kon had met here so who? And how did he know him? Kon was even more confused when the guy opened his mouth and started bitching him out. But he wasn't going to stand there and take that sort of thing, answering hotly "Girls never take me the wrong way! And why would I expect you to hit me?" He frowned, looking the guy over again. There was something familiar about him. Like they'd met somewhere and Kon only half-remembered him. But he had a really good memory for people and he didn't think he'd have forgotten whoever this was.

There.... had been that person on the bulletin board who'd said he knew Superboy and had signed his note 'R'. Kon had thought it might be Batman setting him up to get in trouble again but this guy- If Kon pretended he couldn't see his eyes, like there was a mask there and if he started lurking in the shadows like a total freak-

"Rob?" Grinning hugely Kon poked him in the chest. "Dude! Rob! What the hell? Why didn't you say you were here? And why would I ever be scared of you?" He was older than Kon remembered sure and maybe there were some other differences if he really looked but everything else fit. It had to be him!

Edited 2009-06-02 08:39 (UTC)

It sounded like this person was another one of Kon's friends--one that Kon hadn't expected to come visit tonight. It made Kurt a little nervous, realizing that there would be three new people tonight, but from Kon's tone it didn't sound like he had anything to worry about.

So he relaxed and pulled his sheets up a little, trying to seem, if not unobtrusive, non-threatening.

"I had reasons," Tim said. Had Kon honestly not recognized him? That was weird. That meant that this Kon hadn't ever seen him without the mask. That seemed like a thousand years ago, to Tim. Kon had given him such crap for it, then not believed him when he said his name was Alvin Draper...

Wait, did Kon not know his name, either?

Wonderful.

"Look, are we going to stand here in the hallway all night, or what?"

He'd been right! It was Robin! Right there and maskless - even if it was only because this place had taken his mask away, it was still cool to get to see what he really looked like.

Cool, and a little weird. In just the stupid patient uniform they were made to wear Robin looked- well, weird. There was still something Robin-y about him but without the cape and mask and whatever else he also looked.... normal. Like if he stopped being such a huge freak he might actually be a normal guy under there.

Kon jumped when Robin spoke again. He'd been kind of zoning, trying to figure out what was different about Rob now but he quickly replied, "Why should I let you in? You've been avoiding me and Imp and siccing you-know-who on us!" In spite of his words, Kon stepped aside to allow Robin to enter the room. Turning to Kurt he said, "Kurt, this is Robin. He's one of my team-mates from Young Justice."

'Siccing you-know-who on us'? That... didn't sound promising. Nevertheless, if this person was one of Kon's friends (and it seemed that way... they tended to banter back and forth a lot like Kitty and Lance, but she'd kill him for saying so), then he figured that he didn't have much to be afraid of.

"Nice to meet you," Kurt said, his thick German accent laced with a nervous undertone. "I'm Kon's, euh, roommate."

Tim looked visibly confused. Siccing...wait, was he talking about Bruce? Well, wasn't that something. It kind of made sense that the Batman here wouldn't trust Kon. He wouldn't know Kon, and Kon was a Super. He wondered if Bruce had any idea just who Kon was cloned from. Really, the answer to that was obvious. Kon didn't know about that, yet. Although this time, Tim didn't plan on enlightening him. That had been pretty nasty last time. At least Luthor himself wasn't around to break that ice.

He stepped into the room, making a point not to brush against Kon. He didn't want to touch him. Well, no, that was a lie. But after that ridiculous emotional response with Bruce in the Sun Room, he didn't want to touch him when someone else was around. He was already having a hard enough time playing this game. He didn't know how long he could keep it up. Maybe it would be better if he just left.

But for now...

"Nice to meet you too," he said, nodding to Kurt. The other boy sounded pretty nervous, but Tim wasn't that concerned with him for the moment.

"Kon, I just woke up here today at lunch. Unless there's more than one of me, I didn't talk to you until earlier today on the bulletin board."

Shutting the door, Kon grinned pointedly at Kurt. Robin hadn't even blinked when he saw Kurt. If that wasn't proof that he was right and the people Kurt had met before were total losers he didn't know what was.

Turning back to Robin - who he kind of wanted to poke again to make sure he was really Robin or something like that - he said, "You did? So that wasn't you the other day?" After getting jumped by Batman he'd thought it had to have been him but when Robin showed up he'd thought maybe he'd been right to begin with and Rob was just avoiding them 'cause he didn't have his mask. But if Robin had just woken up here today then that meant it had been Batman after all. Great.

"No wonder he was pissed," he muttered, scowling at the wall. It wasn't fair for Batman to pretend to be Robin to catch him and Imp out. Not that Batman did fair. Stupid Bats. Shaking it off, Kon gave into the urge and poked Robin again. "You were being really weird - more than usual - then. What was with those notes?"

Wait, wait! Other realities, remember? He'd mentioned having met two Superboys, this Robin must be from another world. "Uh- I mean- It was weird for my Rob, yeah? I dunno what's normal for you. You look just like him - I think - just older. But you can't be that different, you're both giant freaks."

Okay, so maybe it was true that Robin hadn't even taken a second look at him--but he was a special case, wasn't he? Like Kon had been. Even though Kon's first reaction had been 'touch without asking', but whatever. He smiled back at Kon, trying to look relieved.

As for what they were talking about, Kurt didn't have the faintest clue what was going on. It sounded like there was some sort of misunderstanding. Like Kon thought Robin was someone else? Or someone else was Robin? He didn't even know.

Kurt normally didn't like listening in on personal, serious conversations, but he couldn't really help it, bedridden as he was. Kon's way of connecting 'his' Rob with this person nearly had him facepalming, though.

Tim shook his head and glared at Kon. He would do something retarded like touch him when he least wanted it. How like him.

He didn't really think they were from different worlds like he and Bruce; he just thought they were different times. Only a few years, but so much had happened in those past years.

Tim didn't know yet if this would be worth it. If they would be friends this way. If they would...

No, it didn't matter. This Kon was younger, brasher, slightly more annoying. He was still definitely Kon, but Tim was pretty sure things between them couldn't be like he wanted. There was too much that he knew that Kon didn't - and Superboy's death wasn't really the part that mattered the most.
"I don't know if it's another world. I think it's just...another time. Not like Batman. He's from a different world entirely."

He stared off at the wall. He wanted to cross his arms, but the closet rod he was holding made that awkward, so he didn't.

Instead, he changed the subject.

He tilted his head at Kurt. He'd noticed that the kid was off, but...wait, was he blue? So he was a meta. If he was bad news, Kon wouldn't be all nice about him like that. But Tim was curious as to just what kind of meta he was.

"You know, I don't think I saw you around during the day," he said. "I'm sure I'd have noticed."

God, Robin was still a prissy little bitch when it came to people touching him. The way he acted, you'd think Kon was groping him or had just been picking his nose or something. Rolling his eyes he asked, "How do you know that? Batman didn't seem that different to me."

Robin probably had a good reason for thinking they were from different times - he usually did with stuff like this but it'd be nice if he decided to share for once. Rob did look older than Kon remembered so he was probably from the future. Which was really cool, it meant no matter what happened here, Kon's mission would work out and he'd save the world. And it meant they were going to escape 'cause Robin would've mentioned it if Kon had just vanished one day and never been seen again. But then, Bart was from a few months ago and he hadn't mentioned anything about this place before so maybe not? .....Time travel could really give you a headache!

Shaking his head, Kon resolved to stop thinking about stuff like that, instead watching Kurt and Robin. He kept quiet for the moment, figuring Kurt could explain the whole looking different thing on his own.

Kurt looked a little surprised when Robin addressed him. He expected this back-and-forth questioning to go on at least until Frey arrived to break it up. So he stared for a moment, processing Robin's question.

"Euh... right! I uh, have this thing."

...yeah, awesome introduction to his image inducer right there.

"I think," he amended, holding up his bandaged hand. The bracelet was still tightly clasped around his wrist, even though the bandages made it a tight fit. "Back home, I had a holograph projector in the form of a watch that made me look, well... normal. So I could go to school without people harassing me or something. I think this bracelet does the same thing. I look normal during the day, and at night... it stops working."

He felt a little strange, like he was defending why he looked so weird right now. "Normally, I have black hair with some blue tints and black eyes. And four fingers..." He thought it was necessary to specify.

Tim glanced at Kon. "I talked to him earlier today. He's not from my world. Not even close. Not from yours, either, even if you and I are from different ones." He didn't bother elaborating on that. It wasn't Kon's business, and getting choked up now sure wasn't going to help anything.

It had been a long day.

Turning back to Kurt, he said, "Let me guess. The so called doctors don't know a thing about what you normally look like, do they?" It was a gamble; maybe they did know. But he was a smart kid. Following the trend of how weird everything was (aside from them knowing his real name, somehow), they probably acted as if the blue guy wasn't supposed to be blue.

"What happened to you, anyway? Looks pretty bad from here."

Making a face at Robin's completely unhelpful answer, Kon poked him again. He was still kind of caught up in being able to see Robin's face so he wasn't going to complain that much but geez! Would it kill him to explain?

Winking at Kurt he said, "That's the amazing deduction of the world's second greatest detective there! 'The doctors in this crazy prison where they tell us we're someone we're not don't know what you really look like!' Isn't he brilliant?" If Rob was going to be like that - admittedly 'like that' was normal for him but whatever - Kon was going to have to make his own fun.

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