6th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Action]

[Out tonight. On roofs, over buildings, watching. Looking - it's gotten colder so now's in in a coat and all, but ... restless. Back from the mission on the second, slow to give Summers back the scythe. Slower still to calm down after all that fighting. Winged bastards. Her own wings twitch in the night air- she can still see her breath in the air too. Ridiculous. See her all over town tonight looking around for something that needs protecting or watching. A patrol, in other words.

This is complicated at about midnight. A bizarre feeling strikes her she can't pinpoint he origin of. A great sense of loneliness and need to belong. It's from that moment that she decide to first go to the item shop late at night - either breaking in or walking in depending on if it's open - and seeing if she can find some piercing studs. From there, to the Smithy - see if anyone's there, and if no one else (and given this late hour she doubts anyone is) admiring that's in the windows before shaking her head and walking back to her apartment. The next morning, this appears on the journals:]

[Voice]

Anyone know if you can pierce these hokum wings? They heal it up or infect?

Comments

[makeitquick]

Fair enough.

[doesn't make sense to her but whatever. Oh well...]

[bamfing]

[Of course, Kurt hasn't ever been alone here. Not for longer than a few weeks. He had Kitty... and then Rogue for a year after that.]

You feel alone, don't you? I mean... there's no one else that you know from home here, yeah?

[makeitquick]

[My Harth, the murderer.]

No one worth mentioning 'less you count Summers and her sorts. But they're two cen back. Not even close.

[bamfing]

[He nods.] So... not exactly the same. It's not easy coming to a place where you don't know anyone and everything is different. I felt like that when I first went to America.

[makeitquick]

[...That is it, that is exactly it. Anger fades a bit into surprise]

Yeah, that's it.

[bamfing]

[He nods. He knows it's not the same. Because moving to Bayville was so much better than coming to Luceti. But. There's something of a comparison to draw.]

It was pretty rough at first. I mean, even though the professor made it so I could go out in public, I still knew that I was a freak... and it wasn't a secret from any of the other mutants. It took weeks before Kitty would even want to be around me.

[But he's not trying to make this about him.]

Anyway, it's not exactly the same. But who knows how long you'll be here, right? So you should try to make the best of it. You've already got friends here. So try and live a little, yeah?

[makeitquick]

Living now, aren't are?

[A swallow. she licks her lips a lightly - a hobby she usually doesn't indulge in because of the whole lip coloring thing, but. Well. ]

But uh... huh.

[bamfing]

Not that kind of living. I mean, try to enjoy tthis place when you can.

[makeitquick]

[This place isn't home though. She's seen wonders, made some "friends" with impossible people... but that sort of thing pushes her away from both duty and necessity. Maybe? No, she shakes her head]

'Vice from a blue boy. Jesu.

[Said more to herself than to him]

[bamfing]

It's still good advice. Whatever things were like for you at home... things are different here. But it doesn't have to be bad.

[makeitquick]

[But it does have to be different. She's tempted to scoff but... no. she just nods in his shop here. This Smithy with weapons is admittedly a nice change. And the food. The air. The sun.]

[bamfing]

[Yeah. She's gone silent. So...]

Anyway, I guess we don't need to stick around here.

[Now that they're inside, he'll just unlock the smithy door and open it up. No need to force another bamf on her. She's free to head on her way.]

[makeitquick]

Guess not.

[And she makes her way to the door so she can go out. But before... that]

Thanks.

[bamfing]

No problem. I'll see you later.

[He'll lock up and make his way off into the night.]