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backfire ([info]backfire) wrote in [info]x_emplary,
@ 2008-03-24 14:47:00
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Current music:Bustle of the streets

Where: District X
When: Midday, some day shortly after the fray.
Who: Kurt and anyone who happens to be around.
Doing What, Exactly? Let's find out together!

The "schoolyard rumble"  had, no doubt, furthered the cause of mutant superiority. It was a sign of strength broadcast nationwide and would embolden others to stand up. Hopefully they would carry that momentum forward and homo superior would continue its assault on the sapien race. If they did not rally behind the cause, the ungifted would use the incident to grind them into the ground.
 
Kurt knew the urgency their victory had won them. It was not enough to rest on their laurels, nor would it suffice to have a handful of mutants carry the rest on their ascension as dominant species. Now it was crucial to muster all the support possible. The Brotherhood's biggest activist was much more aggressive in his duties than usual.
 
The streets of Mutant Town were relatively busy this afternoon. It forced Kurt to hand out his fliers rapid fire, to the point where he was debating the merits of simply dropping the fliers from the top of the nearest building. He tried to make contact with everyone who would accept his handout.
 
"...Here.... Please... Thank you! .... Enjoy... Cafe on the corner, 9 o'clock tonight!"
 
"Just give it a read, and... oomph!" he grunted. He'd turned abruptly, straight into someone. "So sorry about that. Please, take a... Oh. You." It struck him now who he was speaking to. He smiled his absolute winningest.
 
"Don't suppose I could interest you in a coffee and a chat? On me. "


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