Kurt & OPEN
Kurt had teleported himself to the highest point he could find in the decaying city. He clung to the tower at the very top of the Empire State Building, pack from his pod secure to his back, and tail blowing in the hot wind that constantly seemed to tear through the skies. His short curly hair blew with the wind as well, keeping out of his yellow eyes that were shielded by one three-fingered blue hand. Pods had been arriving throughout the day, the same kind he'd arrived in, and he wasn't sure what to make of it all.
He had no memory other than his name was Kurt, or Nightcrawler, but he preferred to think of that latter as a codename of sorts. Kurt Wagner seemed much more acceptable to introduce himself as.
He fantasized about talking to the people who were arriving, learning who they were and why they'd all been sent here. He wasn't sure why he couldn't remember the specifics, but he was sure that someone knew where this place was and why it was significant enough for them all to come. Perhaps they'd all escaped persecution and certain death, narrowly making it to this barren city in time to survive what had been certain doom. The possibilities and stories wove through his mind, keeping him focused as he watched over the city with shadows pulled around himself to protect from the direct sun that continued to heat this place as the day wore on.