Kurt and Bobby | Backdated Genosha
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ax_mainKurt and Bobby watch the news report on Genosha, and start texting.
"And now, for the final round of Rec Room Volleyball, we have Bobby Drake, the all around favorite to win, at the serve," Bobby announced in his very best sports announcer voice as he held up the wad of paper he and Kurt had been lobbing back and forth from one chair to another while they waited for the movie to start. To be honest, Bobby wasn't even entirely sure what movie they were going to be watching, and wasn't sure Kurt knew either. It was just something to do.
Of course, so was Rec Room Volleyball. Eyeing his opponent critically, Bobby tossed the ball up in the air and lobbed it over to Kurt.
Kurt effortlessly batted the ball back with his tail. “The underdog, champion of the people, Kurt Wagner easily returns the volley! The crowd goes wild!”
"Boo! Hiss!" Bobby supplied on behalf of the imaginary crowd as he dove to the side, nearly toppling the chair on which he was sitting. He managed to return the ball, though it went far enough to the left to be considered out of bounds, but as he tried to straighten up, the W-ARC News screen came up on the TV.
"Tilsby's on again," he supplied, probably unnecessarily, and turned to see what Mutancy's least favorite reporter had to say this time. Hopefully for once it had nothing to do with them.
Kurt retrieved the paper ball, then flopped down onto his seat to watch. It was a breaking report, so whatever it was Trish Tilsby had to say, it couldn’t be good.
And it wasn’t.
The longer Kurt watched, the more and more his stomach sank. The Brotherhood was attacking Genosha, and innocent people were caught in the middle of it all. “Mein Gott,” he said quietly. “Oh, mein Gott…”
"Yeah. That." Bobby turned to face the TV fully, his expression echoing Kurt’s. "You think we should - I don't know, suit up or something?" His first instinct was to call Scott and ask him, but Scott was in the infirmary with a recently reinflated lung obtained the last time the Brotherhood had been heard from. Somehow, he doubted it was a coincidence.
Kurt shook his head, but didn’t look over at Bobby. He’d dug out his cellphone, and was already quickly checking it for messages. There were none. “They will call us if they want us. If they don’t, we will just get in the way.” Absently worrying at his bottom lip, he started typing up a text to Jeanne-Marie.
"I guess. It seems like we should be doing something, though. No clue what," he admitted, "but something. Tell JM I said hi?" Because yeah, there really wasn't any question as to who Kurt was texting. It wasn't a bad idea, either, he reflected as he pulled out his own phone and fired off a text to Hana to see if she'd seen the news yet.
“We will give it five more minutes. If we are not picked for the mission, we can go down to the infirmary and see if they need any extra hands.” If they hadn’t been called for yet, Kurt didn’t think they would be. He hadn’t been on any missions so far and he understood why. There were teleporters better than him to pick. Illyana and Clarice. Even Fatale. They could travel further, carry more people…
"You think they'll come back here?" Actually, it was a definite possibility. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before. Bobby got to his feet. "Maybe we should just head down there now, huh? We can check and see if Scott's seen what's going on." He paused and frowned. "I wonder where Tommy is? I would've thought he'd be in here by now, asking us if we were watching."
“Maybe he has had the same idea?” Kurt suggested, still texting away on his cellphone.
"Tommy? Go see Scott?" Bobby's eyebrows shot up, but he paused for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah. Not even for the invasion of a country. He's got some weird thing about Scott. He might've gone to the Professor, though," he added doubtfully.
Kurt shook his head. “No, I meant waiting to see if anyone calls him.”
Bobby's face screwed up in consideration, but he shook his head. "I can't see Tommy waiting. He'd go nuts." He shrugged. "Maybe he's watching with Billy to see if their mom shows up on TV or something."
“Maybe,” Kurt agreed with a worried frown as he sent another text back to Jeanne-Marie. “Text him? Just in case?”
Nodding, Bobby pulled his phone back out and fired off a text. "What does JM say about all of it?" he asked while he waited for a reply.
“About what you would expect. I should probably call her.” Kurt stood up and looked to the TV, frowning worriedly at the news report that was still going on. “I will meet you down in the infirmary?”
Bobby nodded and got to his feet. "Meet you there. I'll check in with Scott, see what he has to say." It was something to do, anyway, other than watch while the Brotherhood once again dragged mutants into the limelight. His phone rang as he headed to the door, but when he saw his parents' names on the caller id, he pocketed it. Right now, he really didn't want to hear what his dad had to say.
"And now, for the final round of Rec Room Volleyball, we have Bobby Drake, the all around favorite to win, at the serve," Bobby announced in his very best sports announcer voice as he held up the wad of paper he and Kurt had been lobbing back and forth from one chair to another while they waited for the movie to start. To be honest, Bobby wasn't even entirely sure what movie they were going to be watching, and wasn't sure Kurt knew either. It was just something to do.
Of course, so was Rec Room Volleyball. Eyeing his opponent critically, Bobby tossed the ball up in the air and lobbed it over to Kurt.
Kurt effortlessly batted the ball back with his tail. “The underdog, champion of the people, Kurt Wagner easily returns the volley! The crowd goes wild!”
"Boo! Hiss!" Bobby supplied on behalf of the imaginary crowd as he dove to the side, nearly toppling the chair on which he was sitting. He managed to return the ball, though it went far enough to the left to be considered out of bounds, but as he tried to straighten up, the W-ARC News screen came up on the TV.
"Tilsby's on again," he supplied, probably unnecessarily, and turned to see what Mutancy's least favorite reporter had to say this time. Hopefully for once it had nothing to do with them.
Kurt retrieved the paper ball, then flopped down onto his seat to watch. It was a breaking report, so whatever it was Trish Tilsby had to say, it couldn’t be good.
And it wasn’t.
The longer Kurt watched, the more and more his stomach sank. The Brotherhood was attacking Genosha, and innocent people were caught in the middle of it all. “Mein Gott,” he said quietly. “Oh, mein Gott…”
"Yeah. That." Bobby turned to face the TV fully, his expression echoing Kurt’s. "You think we should - I don't know, suit up or something?" His first instinct was to call Scott and ask him, but Scott was in the infirmary with a recently reinflated lung obtained the last time the Brotherhood had been heard from. Somehow, he doubted it was a coincidence.
Kurt shook his head, but didn’t look over at Bobby. He’d dug out his cellphone, and was already quickly checking it for messages. There were none. “They will call us if they want us. If they don’t, we will just get in the way.” Absently worrying at his bottom lip, he started typing up a text to Jeanne-Marie.
"I guess. It seems like we should be doing something, though. No clue what," he admitted, "but something. Tell JM I said hi?" Because yeah, there really wasn't any question as to who Kurt was texting. It wasn't a bad idea, either, he reflected as he pulled out his own phone and fired off a text to Hana to see if she'd seen the news yet.
“We will give it five more minutes. If we are not picked for the mission, we can go down to the infirmary and see if they need any extra hands.” If they hadn’t been called for yet, Kurt didn’t think they would be. He hadn’t been on any missions so far and he understood why. There were teleporters better than him to pick. Illyana and Clarice. Even Fatale. They could travel further, carry more people…
"You think they'll come back here?" Actually, it was a definite possibility. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before. Bobby got to his feet. "Maybe we should just head down there now, huh? We can check and see if Scott's seen what's going on." He paused and frowned. "I wonder where Tommy is? I would've thought he'd be in here by now, asking us if we were watching."
“Maybe he has had the same idea?” Kurt suggested, still texting away on his cellphone.
"Tommy? Go see Scott?" Bobby's eyebrows shot up, but he paused for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah. Not even for the invasion of a country. He's got some weird thing about Scott. He might've gone to the Professor, though," he added doubtfully.
Kurt shook his head. “No, I meant waiting to see if anyone calls him.”
Bobby's face screwed up in consideration, but he shook his head. "I can't see Tommy waiting. He'd go nuts." He shrugged. "Maybe he's watching with Billy to see if their mom shows up on TV or something."
“Maybe,” Kurt agreed with a worried frown as he sent another text back to Jeanne-Marie. “Text him? Just in case?”
Nodding, Bobby pulled his phone back out and fired off a text. "What does JM say about all of it?" he asked while he waited for a reply.
“About what you would expect. I should probably call her.” Kurt stood up and looked to the TV, frowning worriedly at the news report that was still going on. “I will meet you down in the infirmary?”
Bobby nodded and got to his feet. "Meet you there. I'll check in with Scott, see what he has to say." It was something to do, anyway, other than watch while the Brotherhood once again dragged mutants into the limelight. His phone rang as he headed to the door, but when he saw his parents' names on the caller id, he pocketed it. Right now, he really didn't want to hear what his dad had to say.
