Kurt and Fatale, backdated to 10/14/17
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ax_mainKurt meets another blue person and is pleased to discover they are a teleporter as well.
The party was not what Kurt had expected. You’re told people are terrorists and you expect for them to be more…terrifying, but so far the Brotherhood were friendly and not at all different from the other teenagers he’d met since coming to Xavier’s. It felt good to be wrong, and he reminded himself never to make assumptions, no matter what someone has told you.
A drink in hand, Kurt scanned the party. His gaze slide over two very similar looking people who were chatting with a white-haired boy, then past past Tommy and a small group of people he’d gathered with, and eventually settled upon a blue girl on the far side of the room. He’d never seen anyone else who was blue before.
Kurt made his way over and offered the girl a friendly smile. “Hallo.”
Fatale, for her part, had been trying to blend into the scenery without actually blending into the scenery, and wondering just how she'd let everyone talk her into coming.
She still wasn't sure, no matter how often Eileen and Alex explained it, exactly why they were inviting a shitload of people they didn't even know to get drunk with them in an old warehouse Pietro'd had an urge to redecorate in neon. Actually, she was pretty sure that was why - Pietro'd had a technicolor brainstorm and wanted extra people to admire it. And while she was relieved that the whole party thing had made it so she and Alex didn't have to tell Wanda anything about reincarnated souls of future kids, she still didn't see why she had to be there to witness it. She'd rather see Tommy without all the other people around, and would rather not see his soda summoning brother at all.
She'd just about decided to say fuck it and make herself a portal back to the base when she realized someone was talking to her. And looked up to see something she'd never expected to see.
Someone else who was blue.
"Umm...hi?" she stammered, not even bothering to try not to stare.
Smiling his most charming, Kurt extended a three fingered hand to shake. “I am Kurt Wagner. It is a pleasure to meet you. May I say that I never thought anyone could wear blue better than myself, and I have never been more delighted to be proven wrong.”
"It looks pretty good on you, too," Fatale countered, returning his smile a little tentatively but shaking his hand. Three fingers, covered in some kind of light fur, which was definitely a huge improvement on Mort's slime. "I'm Fatale."
“That is a nice name,” Kurt told Fatale. He wondered, though, if he should have introduced himself as Nightcrawler. It seemed like it was what everyone in the Brotherhood did and he didn’t want to offend. “Are you enjoying the party?”
"Not really." Fatale shrugged and quirked a crooked smile, because really the guy was pretty cute and wasn't an asshole, as far as she could tell. "No offense. I'm just not exactly a party person, I don't think.”
Kurt smiled. “I am not offended. Parties are not for everyone. This is only my second, so, I admit, my experience is limited. The troupe had parties for birthdays and holidays, but nothing like this. This is like something out of a movie.”
"No shit, right?" Fatale looked around at Pietro's neon invasion, then rolled her eyes. "Seriously. Only movies and Pietro." She turned back to Kurt, looking curious. "What kind of troupe?”
“Circus,” Kurt answered cheerfully, as he did anytime anyone asked him about his troupe. “I was a trapeze artist.”
"No fucking way." Fatale tried to look skeptical, but a grin kept twitching at the corners of her mouth and she finally gave in to it. "What was that like?”
Why did everything think Kurt was lying about that? “I would not have traded it for anything,” he replied honestly. “It was the best place to grow up.”
"Huh?" Fatale blinked, then shook her head and waved that aside. "No, I mean the whole trapeze thing. I mean, yeah, growing up in the circus is cool, but - flying. Or, y'know, the next closest thing." She shrugged. "I kept hoping they'd dump that ability into me, but it wasn't part of the big plan. Teleporting was way more subtle."
Kurt blinked, surprised. “Wait. You are a teleporter?”
"Uh, yeah? Why?" Fatale's grin faded. "Do you have a problem with teleporters or something?"
“On the contrary…” Kurt teleported behind Fatale, grinning. “I love them.”
Fatale spun on her heels, immediately groping for the knife she normally hid in her sleeve, then let out a snort that mingled annoyance and frustration when it came up missing. "A little warning, maybe?" she requested, but his grin was kind of infectious and she found herself smiling in return. "So, point to point? What's your range?" Because fuck. How often did she meet another teleporter?
“Point to point. As for range, I am still learning that,” Kurt admitted. He wondered how much he was allowed to share. Professor Xavier did not trust the Brotherhood. Was he right to be concerned? Would it be dangerous to share too much personal information with them? That was such an ugly thought. He did not like this not trusting people. Fatale seemed so nice!
“What about you?” he asked.
"Space folding. Give me coordinates, and I can fold here and there." Fatale opened a portal behind her in illustration - through the slightly shimmering surface, the now-empty mall in Salem Center was evident. She smirked. "Eileen talked me into opening one here, but no one took me up on it. Can't imagine why.”
Kurt stifled a frown. “Just as well. I find some stomachs do not agree with teleporting. After you have done such a wonderful job with the party, I would have for someone to,” he smiled wryly, “add some color to it.”
"Ugh." Fatale made a face. "Never ran into that problem, but you've got a shitload more people." She gestured around at the party. "Anyway, I didn't do it. Pietro did, mostly. Though Eileen made me help her bake shit." She grinned a little. "It's safe. We fed my screw ups to Freddie. He'll eat anything.”
“Freddie?” Kurt had not met a Freddie. “And what did you bake? I would like to try it!”
"Freddie." Fatale smirked and pointed towards a large, hulking figure near the drink fountain thing. She eyed Kurt skeptically, though, wondering what he was up to and why, exactly, he'd want to try something baked by someone who'd just admitted she'd screwed up more than she'd gotten right. "And I helped Eileen with the cookies with the jam in them that I can't pronounce the name of, and the peanut butter krispie bars with the chocolate on them. Except Alex and I sort of got into those last night, so there's not a lot of them left.”
"I had the jam cookies! Those were delicious!" It looked like something Kurt's mom made so he hadn't been able to resist. He would have to try the peanut butter bars now too.
Fatale laughed at his enthusiasm. "You should tell Eileen - we've been giving her shit about suddenly turning into Betty Crocker. All I did was stick the jam on and fold them over, though." She made a face. "A lot of them unfolded, but Eileen says that always happens. And whatever, we got the ones that didn't turn out right."
“You both should be proud of yourselves. Some people cannot even bake at all.” Kurt was one of them. His last attempt had been a birthday cake for Jimaine. He and Stefan had managed a misshapen lump that had somehow sort of melted in the oven. Frosting had done little to pretty it up, or to mask how badly it had tasted.
"That'd be Wanda," Fatale volunteered, grinning a little. "I think Eileen suggested she do something else.”
Kurt laughed. “I feel Wanda’s pain.”
Fatale laughed. "Fuck that. I think she was just as glad to get the hell out of there. She's really not into it - she just felt like she should help.”
“I have to say—Possibly dangerous snacks aside, it is a great party. I have not been to many, but this is one of the best.”
"It's not bad," she had to admit, then smirked. "Better than the one you guys had last month?”
Kurt leaned in like he was sharing a secret. “Do not tell anyone, but yes.”
"No problem. Feeding Pietro's ego isn't on my agenda for the year." Fatale smirked. "Though I may have to mention it to Pyro next time he's in a crappy mood. But if I do, I'll leave your name out of it."
“I am joking. You can tell anyone you want." Kurt replied with a friendly smile that went mischievous. "Here? Want me to announce it?” He turned, cupping his hands around his mouth, preparing to shout, then glanced back at Fatale with a grin.
Fatale laughed, then grinned and nodded. "Dare you.”
Kurt couldn’t say no to a dare. “This is the best party I have ever been to!” he bellowed, only just audible over the music.
Pam did something totally unexpected, and broke out in giggles. If anyone asked, she was blaming the beer.
His grin widening at Fatale’s laughter, Kurt said, “I have been told I have no shame. It makes for a good performer, but a terrible person to dare.”
Trying to stop giggling (without a lot of success), Fatale grinned. "Makes me wonder just what else I could get you to do if I dared you."
Grinning, Kurt shrugged. "Try me."
The party was not what Kurt had expected. You’re told people are terrorists and you expect for them to be more…terrifying, but so far the Brotherhood were friendly and not at all different from the other teenagers he’d met since coming to Xavier’s. It felt good to be wrong, and he reminded himself never to make assumptions, no matter what someone has told you.
A drink in hand, Kurt scanned the party. His gaze slide over two very similar looking people who were chatting with a white-haired boy, then past past Tommy and a small group of people he’d gathered with, and eventually settled upon a blue girl on the far side of the room. He’d never seen anyone else who was blue before.
Kurt made his way over and offered the girl a friendly smile. “Hallo.”
Fatale, for her part, had been trying to blend into the scenery without actually blending into the scenery, and wondering just how she'd let everyone talk her into coming.
She still wasn't sure, no matter how often Eileen and Alex explained it, exactly why they were inviting a shitload of people they didn't even know to get drunk with them in an old warehouse Pietro'd had an urge to redecorate in neon. Actually, she was pretty sure that was why - Pietro'd had a technicolor brainstorm and wanted extra people to admire it. And while she was relieved that the whole party thing had made it so she and Alex didn't have to tell Wanda anything about reincarnated souls of future kids, she still didn't see why she had to be there to witness it. She'd rather see Tommy without all the other people around, and would rather not see his soda summoning brother at all.
She'd just about decided to say fuck it and make herself a portal back to the base when she realized someone was talking to her. And looked up to see something she'd never expected to see.
Someone else who was blue.
"Umm...hi?" she stammered, not even bothering to try not to stare.
Smiling his most charming, Kurt extended a three fingered hand to shake. “I am Kurt Wagner. It is a pleasure to meet you. May I say that I never thought anyone could wear blue better than myself, and I have never been more delighted to be proven wrong.”
"It looks pretty good on you, too," Fatale countered, returning his smile a little tentatively but shaking his hand. Three fingers, covered in some kind of light fur, which was definitely a huge improvement on Mort's slime. "I'm Fatale."
“That is a nice name,” Kurt told Fatale. He wondered, though, if he should have introduced himself as Nightcrawler. It seemed like it was what everyone in the Brotherhood did and he didn’t want to offend. “Are you enjoying the party?”
"Not really." Fatale shrugged and quirked a crooked smile, because really the guy was pretty cute and wasn't an asshole, as far as she could tell. "No offense. I'm just not exactly a party person, I don't think.”
Kurt smiled. “I am not offended. Parties are not for everyone. This is only my second, so, I admit, my experience is limited. The troupe had parties for birthdays and holidays, but nothing like this. This is like something out of a movie.”
"No shit, right?" Fatale looked around at Pietro's neon invasion, then rolled her eyes. "Seriously. Only movies and Pietro." She turned back to Kurt, looking curious. "What kind of troupe?”
“Circus,” Kurt answered cheerfully, as he did anytime anyone asked him about his troupe. “I was a trapeze artist.”
"No fucking way." Fatale tried to look skeptical, but a grin kept twitching at the corners of her mouth and she finally gave in to it. "What was that like?”
Why did everything think Kurt was lying about that? “I would not have traded it for anything,” he replied honestly. “It was the best place to grow up.”
"Huh?" Fatale blinked, then shook her head and waved that aside. "No, I mean the whole trapeze thing. I mean, yeah, growing up in the circus is cool, but - flying. Or, y'know, the next closest thing." She shrugged. "I kept hoping they'd dump that ability into me, but it wasn't part of the big plan. Teleporting was way more subtle."
Kurt blinked, surprised. “Wait. You are a teleporter?”
"Uh, yeah? Why?" Fatale's grin faded. "Do you have a problem with teleporters or something?"
“On the contrary…” Kurt teleported behind Fatale, grinning. “I love them.”
Fatale spun on her heels, immediately groping for the knife she normally hid in her sleeve, then let out a snort that mingled annoyance and frustration when it came up missing. "A little warning, maybe?" she requested, but his grin was kind of infectious and she found herself smiling in return. "So, point to point? What's your range?" Because fuck. How often did she meet another teleporter?
“Point to point. As for range, I am still learning that,” Kurt admitted. He wondered how much he was allowed to share. Professor Xavier did not trust the Brotherhood. Was he right to be concerned? Would it be dangerous to share too much personal information with them? That was such an ugly thought. He did not like this not trusting people. Fatale seemed so nice!
“What about you?” he asked.
"Space folding. Give me coordinates, and I can fold here and there." Fatale opened a portal behind her in illustration - through the slightly shimmering surface, the now-empty mall in Salem Center was evident. She smirked. "Eileen talked me into opening one here, but no one took me up on it. Can't imagine why.”
Kurt stifled a frown. “Just as well. I find some stomachs do not agree with teleporting. After you have done such a wonderful job with the party, I would have for someone to,” he smiled wryly, “add some color to it.”
"Ugh." Fatale made a face. "Never ran into that problem, but you've got a shitload more people." She gestured around at the party. "Anyway, I didn't do it. Pietro did, mostly. Though Eileen made me help her bake shit." She grinned a little. "It's safe. We fed my screw ups to Freddie. He'll eat anything.”
“Freddie?” Kurt had not met a Freddie. “And what did you bake? I would like to try it!”
"Freddie." Fatale smirked and pointed towards a large, hulking figure near the drink fountain thing. She eyed Kurt skeptically, though, wondering what he was up to and why, exactly, he'd want to try something baked by someone who'd just admitted she'd screwed up more than she'd gotten right. "And I helped Eileen with the cookies with the jam in them that I can't pronounce the name of, and the peanut butter krispie bars with the chocolate on them. Except Alex and I sort of got into those last night, so there's not a lot of them left.”
"I had the jam cookies! Those were delicious!" It looked like something Kurt's mom made so he hadn't been able to resist. He would have to try the peanut butter bars now too.
Fatale laughed at his enthusiasm. "You should tell Eileen - we've been giving her shit about suddenly turning into Betty Crocker. All I did was stick the jam on and fold them over, though." She made a face. "A lot of them unfolded, but Eileen says that always happens. And whatever, we got the ones that didn't turn out right."
“You both should be proud of yourselves. Some people cannot even bake at all.” Kurt was one of them. His last attempt had been a birthday cake for Jimaine. He and Stefan had managed a misshapen lump that had somehow sort of melted in the oven. Frosting had done little to pretty it up, or to mask how badly it had tasted.
"That'd be Wanda," Fatale volunteered, grinning a little. "I think Eileen suggested she do something else.”
Kurt laughed. “I feel Wanda’s pain.”
Fatale laughed. "Fuck that. I think she was just as glad to get the hell out of there. She's really not into it - she just felt like she should help.”
“I have to say—Possibly dangerous snacks aside, it is a great party. I have not been to many, but this is one of the best.”
"It's not bad," she had to admit, then smirked. "Better than the one you guys had last month?”
Kurt leaned in like he was sharing a secret. “Do not tell anyone, but yes.”
"No problem. Feeding Pietro's ego isn't on my agenda for the year." Fatale smirked. "Though I may have to mention it to Pyro next time he's in a crappy mood. But if I do, I'll leave your name out of it."
“I am joking. You can tell anyone you want." Kurt replied with a friendly smile that went mischievous. "Here? Want me to announce it?” He turned, cupping his hands around his mouth, preparing to shout, then glanced back at Fatale with a grin.
Fatale laughed, then grinned and nodded. "Dare you.”
Kurt couldn’t say no to a dare. “This is the best party I have ever been to!” he bellowed, only just audible over the music.
Pam did something totally unexpected, and broke out in giggles. If anyone asked, she was blaming the beer.
His grin widening at Fatale’s laughter, Kurt said, “I have been told I have no shame. It makes for a good performer, but a terrible person to dare.”
Trying to stop giggling (without a lot of success), Fatale grinned. "Makes me wonder just what else I could get you to do if I dared you."
Grinning, Kurt shrugged. "Try me."
