bluecrawler (bluecrawler) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2014-01-19 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | bluecrawler, ferociousferal |
Pre-Emptive Measures (for Creed)
All things considered, it was a miracle that things had gone relatively without incident for this long. Even now, no one was sliced up and bleeding, so that was positivce. As he had been leading a small group of superhuman teenagers into the Danger Room, he had overheard a couple of them talking about a frightening little incident last night, though. Not doubt there had been a bit of exaggeration going on for their classmates, judging just from the tone alone, but it had sounded like Sabretooth was on edge or bored (both equally worrying) or why else would he have concerned himself with a few kids out past curfew?
Kurt could probably have tracked Creed through the house, but, as he was still trying to figure out the Parental Control on the TV to make it unturnonable past ten pm (at least until some tech wizard mutant kid came along), Blink appeared in the common room.
Kurt had spent a bit of time with her after the LAMBDA situation. He was the only other teleporter by profession here and though she already bested him in how effective her teleports were, he had spent longer using them in combat and could teach her a trick or two. And then there was the simple fact that no one played a game of tennis quite like two teleporters. All pity and tolerance for those not fortunate enough to bamf their way through life aside, but it just wasn't a great match if the ball didn't at least cross a dimension or two on its way over the court.
"Fräulein Blink, how are you this fine evening?" Like a gargoyle, Kurt was perching, squatting bent-over with his toes holding onto the backrest of the couch, remote and TV manual in his hands. "You wouldn't have happened to have seen your father around, would you?"