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damned_institute2010-04-23 12:01 am
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Day 49: Noon - Tasty Burger
Once she'd found she wasn't in any danger whatsoever of hopping aboard the Pukemobile, Yuffie had gotten kinda peckish. She'd ditched the bagged breakfast ages ago, way back on the bus, and, haha, like hell was she trekking back over that way to get it. Too much to see in a town without a lot in it.
So, here she was. Sitting at a plastic table in a plastic chair, in the almost completely plastic 'Tasty Burger', with fries, chicken strips, and a banana shake to wash it down with. Yuffie wrinkled her nose, more put off by the Eastern-style 'meal' than the reproachful stares of the staff and patrons. The latter she was way, way more than used to. Came with the job description. All of the job descriptions.
"Should've gone to the Twin Pine," Yuffie muttered around the (plastic!) straw, slumping forward onto her damp, denim-clad elbows. Taking a long pull of vaguely banana-flavored gloop, she cast a deft, if bored, eye around the establishment. As always, she'd gone for the most strategic seat; one that let her see as much as possible, without cutting off her access to at least one viable escape route. Not that she wanted to look at the place. Eurgh.
It was still hard to reconcile how this place should have looked with how it did look. Quick repair jobs were one thing, but something about the set-up rubbed Yuffie the wrong way. It was the same the whole town over. Chips, here and there, cracks in windows and doodles on walls. But no scorch marks, no sign that there'd been a no-holds-barred battle tearing up the place from top to bottom. The residents were pissy and suspicious, but not in that way—not in a way that'd suggest they remembered what they'd done, what they'd turned into, and what the patients had done in return.
[Cloud and Nanaki~.]
So, here she was. Sitting at a plastic table in a plastic chair, in the almost completely plastic 'Tasty Burger', with fries, chicken strips, and a banana shake to wash it down with. Yuffie wrinkled her nose, more put off by the Eastern-style 'meal' than the reproachful stares of the staff and patrons. The latter she was way, way more than used to. Came with the job description. All of the job descriptions.
"Should've gone to the Twin Pine," Yuffie muttered around the (plastic!) straw, slumping forward onto her damp, denim-clad elbows. Taking a long pull of vaguely banana-flavored gloop, she cast a deft, if bored, eye around the establishment. As always, she'd gone for the most strategic seat; one that let her see as much as possible, without cutting off her access to at least one viable escape route. Not that she wanted to look at the place. Eurgh.
It was still hard to reconcile how this place should have looked with how it did look. Quick repair jobs were one thing, but something about the set-up rubbed Yuffie the wrong way. It was the same the whole town over. Chips, here and there, cracks in windows and doodles on walls. But no scorch marks, no sign that there'd been a no-holds-barred battle tearing up the place from top to bottom. The residents were pissy and suspicious, but not in that way—not in a way that'd suggest they remembered what they'd done, what they'd turned into, and what the patients had done in return.
[Cloud and Nanaki~.]
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"I would have found you," Kurt said with a smile. "After all, I couldn't just, you know, ignore that you were here. Not when we're teammates." Because, he supposed, when Kurt was older and more knowledgeable, he and Logan would be teammates. Even if he was a bit grumbly, he looked after his students and his team.
Kurt sipped at his soda, blinking when Logan pointed at his face. For a moment, he wondered if Logan was referring to the holowatch... bracelet... welded-thing, but realized that he was probably more concerned with Kurt's black eye. Otherwise he probably would've asked how it was possible for Kurt to be missing quite a few of his blue hairs.
"Someone euh... punched me in the eye," Kurt said, fully knowing that this was completely obvious and didn't really explain anything pertaining to how he came to be punched in the eye. He looked down at his fries uncomfortably. "Someone didn't like my face," he finished with a nervous laugh. "Have you tested any of your powers yet?"
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"Far as I know I got nothin'," he said, shrugging. Not an ideal situation, but there was nothing to be done about it. Besides, Nick Fury walked into firefights all the damn time with nothing but guns and cunning, and Logan was pretty sure his bones were starting to creak.
Quick change of subject addressed, he went back to what interested him: "Did you hit him back?"
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But it seemed like Kurt wasn't going to make the subject stick, as Logan went right back to the 'fight' Kurt had gotten into. Kurt knew he couldn't lie very well. He could lie even poorer in front of his friends. There really wasn't a point in trying to cover it up.
"No..." Kurt said, looking down at the table. "I just... tried to make her stop."
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But that was Kurt; too nice for his own good, sometimes. Knowing how he was in the future made it hard to just give him advice. Anything he said, in theory, could make Kurt a different person down the road - even if it wasn't the Kurt from his particular future, Logan didn't want that.
"Just don't go wandering around alone at night anymore, huh?" Which reminded him: "M45's my room. Pete said Steve Rogers and Iron Man are here somewhere, so I might try to find 'em in the next few nights, but you know, if you're up for it and you got nothin' else to do." He gestured vaguely and took a bite of his cheeseburger.
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"Not like I don't agree with you both--" Because as much as the flashlight had hurt when it was coming down on him, being unable to reason with his attacker and tell her that he wasn't going to hurt her was worse. "But he's threatening to put me on a leash," Kurt said, grimacing at his fries.
"Anyway... who's Iron Man?" Kurt asked, tilting his head a little.
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Everyone knew who Iron Man was except in the past, because of things that obviously hadn't happened yet and maybe never would, and maybe where Kurt was from Tony would never turn into such an asshole. The Registration Act hadn't directly caused all the crap that had come after it, but if Tony hadn't been the poster boy he was - jesus christ, the Scarlet Witch. Magneto. Genosha. The attacks on the school - they'd still be on the East Coast. Jean would be alive.
"Iron Man," he echoed, turning his soda in a slow circle. It felt like his heart had crashed into a tree. "He's a guy I used to work with. Chemical storage ain't a bad idea. I'd kinda like to know where they keep all the good stuff." Jean's name was on the tip of his tongue, so he took a drink.
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"Yeah, I'm trying to get to as many places as I can. Since, you know, can't go anywhere without knowing where I'm going," he said with a chuckle. "But it's really rough. I can't teleport as much as I used to. Just twice had me totally winded, and one time I couldn't do it at all."
Kurt put his jaw in his hand and ate his fries forlornly. For the days when he could teleport across the kitchen and not feel like he was going to faint. "I can get onto the second floor just fine. But it's just the supply closet, and I don't know if I could take anybody."
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"Anyway," he said, dismissing the argument that Kurt hadn't been in on, "who's this roommate?" What they needed right now was a brain - the I-saved-the-world-with-science kind. Parker was smart, but he was still a kid, and two geniuses were better than one, as long as they were on your side.
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Yeah, Terry would skin him alive and wear his pelt to a ski resort if he said that. Not that he liked withholding who Terry really was on a regular basis, but Terry was super sensitive about his hero identity. Kurt had never learned to be afraid that his name would be connected to Nightcrawler. After all, Jean didn't have a codename or anything, and Mr. McCoy was always on TV advocating for mutant rights. But... Kurt was trying to keep 'Kurt Wagner' and 'Nightcrawler' separate while imprisoned. Why? Because he didn't want people hunting him like he was a monster. ...which was probably what was waiting for him back home, given his little show at the assembly, now that he thought about it.
"He's... kind of like us," Kurt began, looking nervously to the side. "But everything's more of a secret for him. He gets more than a little nervous about anyone saying anything.
"He's telling people his name is Alex, since apparently the nurses call him by his real name. Mine does too, for some reason. Everyone else has names that aren't even close to their real ones, I think," he said with a shrug, shaking his cup to clear the ice away from the straw.
"I'd tell you his real name but... he and Peter nearly got into a huge argument when Peter mentioned something about a bat signal or something."
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Either way, 'kind of like them' was a good thing.
"Don't need to know his name," he said, "but I do wanna talk to him."
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Kurt's vote was obvious: there wasn't anyone more dedicated to keeping important secrets safe than Logan. Even if Professor Logan tended to run off and not be seen for days on end, Kurt always felt that Logan kept the safety of the Xavier Institute as one of his highest priorities. After all, if he didn't care, he wouldn't insist on doing missions alone or early morning training sessions, right? Kurt smiled vaguely at the memory of being dragged out to the danger room in his pajamas and nearly falling asleep on his feet. Man, he'd taken such a thrashing that morning.
"You two would probably get along well," Kurt said, slurping the final dregs of soda from his cup. "He gets all dark and menacing when he puts on his mask too," Kurt teased with a grin.
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