As a rule, finding Victor Creed was never difficult; Kurt was learning this rather quick. These days, you just had to follow the trail of frightened students or people that shouldn't be hanging out in a school for underaged mutants.
When he left Creed's room after their night together, he was sucked back into the day-to-day life of the school very rapidly. A normal teacher might take a day off, but considering where they were, setting the students' problems aside for a while even if he'd wanted to could have resulted in several casualties.
Leaving Creed alone with his god-killing plans wasn't a splendid idea, but Kurt had the distinct feeling he wouldn't change the big cat's mind on that one, either. Maybe Creed had to be ground down on the pavement by a god hopefully merciful enough to leave him alive to understand. However, there was still the matter of Loki's children...
To get back in the loop meant finding Victor and he employed his previously mentioned tactics. Two out of two checked out - scared students and, apparently, a new visitor. Kurt held himself on high alert as he stalked through the open door of Thor's room. Aside from the feline mutant on the bed, there was a tall man in golden armour with matching eyes that looked like molten metal. Kurt's attention, however, was immediately drawn to the distressingly sharp-looking sword in his hands.
"So what are you cosplaying as? King Arthur?" His tail swished from one side to the other. "We don't allow stabbing weapons outside the danger room, I'm afraid."