Who: Kurt, open to Scion and onlookers What: A very vocal difference of morals When: Friday evening Where: Outside the Haven Warnings: This thread will likely become ideologically sensitive, read at your own risk if you are easily offended. Kurt felt like he was on top of the world. The past few weeks had been very good for him, and his spirits were literally soaring. A little more work and he would be able to present his team leader with his now controlled teleportation ability, and maybe even experiment with bringing passengers with him when he teleported, if any were so bold. Wagner had decided that after his dedicated hard work, he deserved a night off, and had thus taken himself to the front lawn with his swords. He was sorely missing Shatterstar, who had long been his fencing partner, but swinging the blade by himself was better than not swinging a blade at all, he reminded himself.
Half an hour into his workout and he had built up a light sweat over his velvet, smoke blue fur. He stabbed his gleaming blades into the glass as he scooped up the towel he had brought along with the case for his swords and his gym back, wiping his face. Kurt stretched his lean arms over his head and rocked up onto his toes as he let the cool September air wash over his heated body. The form fitting acrobats uniform he had dawned for the workout had been very chilly when he first came out, but now Nightcrawler found it rather warm. "I should have worn the sleeveless one, perhaps," he murmured in amusement. Rolling his shoulders, Kurt dropped the towel back onto his bag and drew his swords again, ready for another round of fencing with his imaginary opponent.