"Don't shush me in the house I live in and you don't," Kurt gave back, refusing to be intimidated by the heavily armoured stranger. Was he a god, too? He almost feared it.
"Thanks, mein Freund*, but I'm quite alright choosing where I focus my attention." The Nightcrawler took a step towards Heimdall - but he was too late and even if he hadn't been, it was not instantly clear what he could have done to help. Suddenly, the two of them were gone as if Kurt had just dreamed of them being in this room.
Clarice.
The name rang clear in Kurt's ears. He needed no further instructions. Fractions of time after they had vanished, he was the next, teleporting into Clarice's room, but found it empty.
Ridiculous medieval armour, a sword, horned helmet and physical as well as magical power that seemed to easily exceed Creed's - his next address was clear as crystal. Before he'd waste his time combing the mansion for Clarice, he'd rather find someone who had more extensive ways of doing so. Kurt started wildly teleproting through the mansion to find their divine visitor, Loki...