Log: Kurt and Illyana

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Kurt and Illyana meet briefly - and a little awkwardly - on the grounds.


Kurt liked to challenge himself in his practice, every so often, and the equipment in the gym was no challenge anymore. He'd used the banisters, before, and anything else he could hang or swing from... and now he'd decided to try the trees at the edge of the woods.

The blonde girl currently pacing the grounds, on the other hand, had no idea of the uses of the woods, beyond the fact that trees produced air. Hands shoved firmly into her pockets, she'd been walking for what seemed like quite some time (though, truth be told, short spans of time seemed to somehow stretch out, when you had a concussion), and was unprepared to see a flash of what might have been blue near the treeline. "What the hell," she muttered, peering up - this had better not be a demon attack. She wasn't in the mood.

If she could see the yellow eyes, they might not be reassuring - but then, if she could see them, she was probably close enough to see who it really was.

Not a demon. Just the weird blue guy, Mr. Wagner/Sefton/whatever - he was a teacher. Or something. Definitely an X-Man. "Oh," she said. "Well, you're not a demon."

Kurt smiled wryly, hanging upside down from a tree. "I have known many people to think I was."

"Um, well, that's not unreasonable." Oh, way to stick your foot in your mouth, Illyana. Wasn't she supposed to be watching that? She sighed. "I mean, if they don't know that you... just... hang out in trees."

Kurt laughed, not much bothered by it. He'd heard much more malicious things. "I know what you meant, Illyana. It is all right."

"Uh, sure." Her face conveyed how weird she thought it was for someone to take a demon comparison so lightly. "So what exactly are you doing up there, anyway?" She craned her neck, putting one hand on her hip. Maybe it was part of his mutation. Demon-looking-tree-dwelling-guy.

"Practising gymnastics", was the equally easy answer. "The trees are a challenge."

"Riiiight. So, like. What, the trees are training you for the Olympics?" She'd met a lot of crazy people, but...

"No. I am not eligible for the Olympics." He'd looked into it, once, but the rules and his mutation disallowed it. "Just for myself."

"Huh. Tree gymnastics. Well, uh, good for you." Pointless tree gymnastics, actually. What was with people and their weird hobbies?

He swung himself down from the tree, landing effortlessly on his feet. "So how are you, Illyana?"

She took a step back, instinctively. Now people were jumping out of trees at her. Geez. "Um. I'm fine. You know, except for the whole face thing." She gestured at the bruises splashed in lurid colour across her face, but lightly, with a shrug. "...And you?"

"Well enough", he replied, and then apparently ran out of conversational topics. He'd never done small talk very well.

"Well... great." She hadn't exactly been well-socialized, and it was showing. "I'll... leave you to your... thing. Uh. Right. Nice seeing you."