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The Incredible Nightcrawler (just_went_bamf) wrote in age_of_miracles,
@ 2008-03-31 13:52:00

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Thread: Nightcrawler & Northstar
Who: Kurt Wagner & Jean-Paul Beaubier
When: Afternoon, Monday, March 31, 2008
Where: A park bench near Ginger Blossom, Salem Center
What: Kurt was told to take it easy, and... and really, he is, but he was hungry for Chinese food and wanted to stretch his legs. Unfortunately, he's caught by JP, who LAYS ON THE SHAME.

Kurt was primarily driven by three things: faith, compassion, and food. He was a devout Catholic, he was a good friend, he was a playful prankster (when the world wasn't in crisis, which seemed like all the time these days), and he was a voracious eater. He had a quick metabolism and an appetite for anything that wasn't really good for you----the greasier, the more sugary, the better. It was a wonder he didn't weigh five hundred pounds with the way he ate, but Kurt insisted that the act of teleportation burned thousands of calories and he had to eat like a maniac in order to keep up.

He really wasn't supposed to be out on the town. The only reason he was out of bed and not still unconscious and undergoing a hundred spinal surgeries was Elvyran Adelaide and his healing hands. Kurt wasn't up to par yet. He wore a back brace that kept him stiff and uncomfortable, and he was in considerable pain, and frustrated because he wasn't able to move the way that he instinctually wanted to move. Naturally flexible beyond normal human limits, the idea of being restrained thanks to a devastating spinal injury was like a nightmare. He felt like he could barely move, and he wasn't allowed to teleport, either. Too much strain on his body, Elvyran said.

So, really, if Kurt didn't get out, if he didn't go somewhere, he was going to go insane with frustration. He was incredibly grateful to be alive and he thanked God (and Elvyran) in his prayers almost constantly----but that didn't mean he wasn't bored out of his mind. And hungry. He'd gone through the entire get-well basket already and was craving Chinese food. Craving it. And he could have easily asked someone to get it for him, really he could have. He knew that. But in the end, he just wanted an excuse to close his bedroom door and----bamf-----teleport out of his room.

Oh, that hurt. OH, that really hurt. Teleporting. Strain on body. Elvyran was right. Definitely right. But that didn't deter Kurt. Image inducer on and his tail tucked into the back of his pants, he climbed onto a bicycle and rode into Salem Center. It was faster and a little bit easier than walking, but any time the bicycle went over a bump or he accidentally hit a pothole, there was a jarring sensation down Kurt's spine that nearly drove him down the road. No good, that was no good.

Nonetheless! Kurt persevered and made it to town, parking his bicycle outside Ginger Blossom and going in----and coming out with a bag full of chicken lo mein, crispy noodles, and crab rangoon. Clutching the bag, he looked from it to the bicycle, and... oh, there was no way in hell he was going to make it back in one piece without a rest. Therefore, he carefully sank down onto an outdoor bench and started to pull out his food. His spine felt like it was throbbing, but... but Chinese food made everything better. Really.

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	dunord 2008-04-05 02:52 am UTC (link)
	Jean-Paul let out a heavy sigh, he felt pity but it showed as annoyance. "Let me!" He gathered all the bags up, sat in their place, and held them in his lap. "You obviously need help, Kurt..." He silently wondered how much it would cost to hire a trained monkey for his friend. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

just_went_bamf
2008-04-05 03:37 am UTC (link)

"I know," Kurt said grudgingly as she slowly, carefully settled into a comfortable position. He was so good at offering help but really, really bad about receiving it. He liked to do things on his own, didn't ever want to put anyone else out. "I know that. And I know that I am lucky. I shouldn't be taking that for granted... Elvyran is working so hard to get me back to normal and me being stupid could mess that up and that's not cool..." Kurt liked to use Americanisms and with his accent it sounded charmingly awkward and out of place---because, usually, he didn't use them in exactly the right context.

"I won't do it again," he added, sulking and feeling appropriately guilty. He stabbed his fork at his noodles. He hated being in a situation where he wasn't of any use to anyone. Saint Patrick's Church was still rebuilding after being bombed, and he wanted to be there. He wanted to be aiding in relief efforts in the cities that saw battle. But he couldn't even get Chinese food on his own. It was frustrating.

"Jean-Paul..." It was said after a long silence, drawn out and thoughtful, and Kurt turned his eyes back toward the other man, looking like a five-year-old who was sneakily trying to ask for some candy.

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	dunord 2008-04-05 06:32 am UTC (link)
	Jean-Paul knew that he had enough money in his wallet right then to get them a taxi. In fact, he planned on doing so once Kurt had finished his food. Let the man have some air while he was out. Obviously he worked rather hard to get it. "Yes, Kurt?" Jean-Paul's face matches Kurt's. He looked like a long-suffering father to his child. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

just_went_bamf
2008-04-05 05:52 pm UTC (link)

"Since you are making me behave..." He took another bite of noodles and waited to chew thoughtfully. "I have some things in my room to send to Father Zeckhausen at Saint Patrick's Church... and since I can't go and can't lift anything..."

He had been collecting things since the church was bombed by the Friends of Humanity a couple of months ago and Father Zeckhausen targeted for his sermons on mutant acceptance. Collecting canned goods and taking donations and bringing over spare clothes and blankets, that kind of thing. There had been several people killed (and more people wounded) and the church had practically been reduced to rubble, but they were still trying to support other people badly affected by Magneto's reign and the Friends of Humanity. The basement was full of people who, while they helped with the rebuilding effort, had nowhere else to go----mutants and nonmutants alike. Now he had a new delivery he needed to take over and he obviously couldn't.

He batted his eyelashes. "Everybody loves a good deed, Jean-Paul."

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dunord
2008-04-06 07:25 pm UTC (link)

"All right. I'll do this, but you can't tell anyone. Just like you've done this--" He held up the bag of Chinese food, "--I won't tell anyone. Deal?"

Jean-Paul Beaubier wanted to make sure no one thought he was a sucker. He's not the type to just go do stuff for people out of the kindness of his heart. Sure, he'll help you out if he likes you. And even then you have to beg a little.

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	just_went_bamf 2008-04-06 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	A smirk tugged at the corner of Kurt's mouth. Heaven forbid anyone think Jean-Paul was a nice person! He clapped Jean-Paul hard on the shoulder. "Deal." ( OOC: I think that's a wrap for this? :D ) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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