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[bamfelf]

@rogueann​ | anna-marie

💙 — “It's different.. but so much is still the same.” Opening the circus, amassing a small albeit close-knit community of all sorts of freaks & lost souls.. It was a battle Kurt was not unfamiliar with, but it was unlike what he had back home. People, they were the same, but the world they lived in... “We’ve been saved,” he quoted. Eyes drifted far from the company of his adoptive sister. “From what, for what?  Questions we dare not ask.” 

[bamfelf]

fromcomics​:

“Gonna be honest, Kurt, I have no fucking idea what you’re saying now.” It wasn’t as if he’d ever been good at understanding what the mutant was saying, even when he gave it his best efforts.  Peering at the man, hand resting on the bar, he does think to admit “It’s nice to see you… even if you’re not my Nightcrawler.” Familiar without being unbearably painful.

💙 — “Is your Kurt not Deutsch where you are from?  Mein Gott, please tell me they are not French.” He was partially poking fun, and partially.. jealous?  Curious?  It was a difficult feeling to pinpoint. “Likewise, my friend. You look good.” He couldn’t say the same for Logan’s perspective, but the familiarity was certainly uncanny in level. A hand extends toward the man. “How about we start again. A clean slate. It seems only fair, ja?” To them, and their loved ones.

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ormenace​:

she’s  inclined  to  agree,  and  if  this  is  unnerving  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  feels  lucky  it  wasn’t  something  else.  like  giant  horses,  or  giant  snakes,  which  would’ve  been  downright  freaky.  she  hums  in  consideration,  watching  the  bugs  instead  of  her  partner  for  a  moment.  there’s  a  lot  of  them,  dad  would  totally  be  impressed  if  he  could  see  her  keeping  them  cool.  ❛   they’re  a  little  agitated,  but  not  at  us.   ❜  hopefully  they  can  keep  it  that  way.  grottu  aside,  the  rest  of  them  haven’t  actually  done  anything  wrong.  the  beetle  by  her  foot  seems  very  non  fussed.  grin  matched,  it’s  good  that  neither  of  them  seem  to  have  entirely  gone  past  good  spirits  yet.  ❛   i’ve  never  met  him,  but  i’ve  heard  he’s  not  really  a  talk  it  out  kinda  bug.  that’s  smart,  how  good  are  you  at  negotiating ?  something  tells  me  he’s  not  gonna  be  super  excited  to  settle.   ❜

💙 — “i have had as many good days as the bad...” was the best he could offer. “but i make for an always-great distraction. i negotiate, and you go for the backup plan. which is whatever we decide it is, right now. any thoughts?” that was step five, he figured. kurt was going to lose count eventually. “settling is, unfortunately, the name of this game. if i can convince him of that... just maybe.” it wasn’t that he lacked confidence in said plan, but he was looking at this through a practical lens. “because, doom will get what he wants regardless. whatever that is, it’s not this — we wouldn’t be here. so, if we don’t all win, we all lose.” 

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fromcomics​:

The whole interaction feels comfortable, and it feels agonizing all at once. Too close to the Kurt he knew, and he was all too willing to lean into it. “Ja.” He mockingly mumbled, bringing his bottle up to his lips.  The mutant knew his alcohol, and he was fully aware just how much the drink the other mutant had picked was, not that he had much else to send his money on. Rolling his eyes, he managed to mutter “Don’t mention it  — really.” 

💙 — “Was war das?” the elf baited, leaning over the bar to peer his yellow eyes at the man in question. “Did not catch that.” But Kurt, he knows he cannot hide the exhaustion in his voice. Cannot pretend he has not aged in the face. This apocalypse, albeit survived, was the worst yet.. and this was one prime example as to why. His heart, heavy. So he smiled, turned to the bartender as they poured his order, and took his first swig. 

[bamfelf]

💙 — “Was?” he questioned in German. “Never seen a fuzzy blue man before?” Clearly, that was Kurt giving the other a hard time. Not even trying to hide the jest in his tone, or the smile that crept across his kind but unique features. “Ah!” He suddenly added, nodding a very thoughtful nod. “It is the tail, isn't?  It’s always the tail.” He flashed a grin and offered a three-fingered hand. “Kurt Wagner.” 

@bamfelf - Aka Kurt Wagner aka Teleporting Blue Furry Not Furry

🦅—“Y’know I thought I had a handle on all the freaky stuff going on—” The but now was implied. Sam only stealing a glance or two at the blue furry man sitting at the table next to him. “But I guess this new chapter has some rad parts too.”

[bamfelf]

💙 — “a little unnerving, no?” he had dealt with big bugs before. gott, he had dealt with big everything and anything at this point. that didn’t make this particular infestation any easier. his eyes follow the beetle that crossed cassie’s path. it was certainly a far cry better than what it had been moments earlier, what with the swarming and the buzzing. “are they.. distressed at all?” one could assume they had been, at least a little, giving the energy they exuded earlier. but the question wasn’t on task, or particularly important, and kurt snapped his focus back up to the young bug whisperer and her talk of a plan. “ja, step four. hm. asking nicely won’t do the trick?” he asked, though the look he wore gave way to his doubt. a small smile, exasperated tilting back of his head. “well. we could discover his plan, work our way up from that. maybe we can all get what we want.” 

with  :  @bamfelf​ location  :  new attilan, currently bug central

she  hasn’t  actually  been  to  this  part  of  latverion  before.  it’s  not  often  she  really  thinks  of  how  big  the  place  is,  how  separate  and  disjointed  when  it  comes  down  to  it,  but  it’s  been  impossible  to  ignore  today  with  all  the  corners  of  chaos  around.  her  helmet  safely  and  helpfully  set  in  place,  the  bugs  quiet  in  their  aggravated  buzz.  cassie  likes  bugs,  she’s  comfortable  with  them,  but  even  she  isn’t  immune  to  the  slight  tension  of  being  more  or  less  surrounded  by  ones  close  to  her  size.  it  wars  with  her  excitement,  the  desire  for  something  to  do    -    anything,  really,  that’s  built  in  her  chest  over  way  too  long  of  sitting  around.  ❛   so,   ❜  she  starts,  conversational.  by  her  feet,  an  overgrown  beetle  slinks  around.  great.  cool.  ❛   step  one:  get  to  new  attilan,  check.  step  two:  get  bugs  to  calm  down  through  good  vibes  and  asking  nicely,  check.   ❜  here,  she  pats  the  side  of  her  helmet.  ❛   step  three:  find  giant  ant,  but  we  should  probably  settle  step  four  first.  how  do  you  wanna  do  this ?   ❜

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offollies​:

“that’s incredibly kind of you to offer, kurt.” reed smiled, grateful of the offer but unsure he could accept such a gift. “i wouldn’t know where to begin to ask for such a gift though, but if your friend, if xey wish to make something, i and susan would gratefully accept.” he was taught at an early age not to turn down gifts, it was rude - and in truth something nice for sue would be good, given how the entirety of this place was… madness at this point.

💙 — he seemed pleased by reed’s answer, as if that were the better option. a surprise for the both of them, the elf thought. gears already turning in that fuzzy blue head. “wunderbar. we will get on it right away,” he teased the humble scientist, then offered him a not so subtle wink. 

[bamfelf]

ofstarspangledman​:

“It definitely suits you,” Steve agrees with a smile. There hasn’t been much of that down in the mines or even before the universes collided and made this Battleworld mess. In the grim of the tunnels, it’s nice to have found a friend. He knows plenty of the miners are scared, doing as their emperor wanted trying to stay out of his radar. But Steve Rogers had never been that man. He was slowly finding others like him who wanted to do the right thing. Like MJ and he had a guy feeling about Kurt as well. “I can concur with that, my universe, we didn’t have mutants either.” Strange how different and yet the same many things are. HIs thoughts think of Peggy Carter in that moment - the two different woman shared the same courage but their lives had taken very different route. “Not personally, no,” He admits honestly, his new acquaintance wouldn’t appreciate otherwise. “But I’m trying to do the right thing and help where I can. I know that’s the unpopular opinion right now. Someone has to do it though.” 

💙 — Prehensile tail swished and the mutant barked a laugh, amused. A very kind and patient man indeed, dealing with Kurt’s far more flamboyant nature with what could only be assumed as experience. “Danke!” He’s leaning somewhat against the desk, feeling a little unfolded and out of place from standing upright for too long. Especially when he’s listening. The formerly lit up face shows concern and thought, and he’s nodding. “You’re right. Someone has to.” He paused, curious how much he should reveal. “I was part of a team once. A mutant team. We used our powers for the good of all people. Some called us superheroes.. others, not so much.” There’s a sadness in the way the corner of his mouth curled, crookedly, as he reminisced all the good and bad that came with that life. 

[bamfelf]

ofstarspangledman​:

It wasn’t hard to imagine the blue figure high in the sky as he flipped and twisted through a trapeze act. “Can I ask though, have you always been, well, blue?” He’s seen a lot of extraordinary things for a skinny kid from Brooklyn. Was friends with the God of Thunder and a Hulk…Steve wasn’t trying to be insensitive, honestly it was plain curiosity. “She seems like a good kid. Helped me out of a situation that could have gotten ugly. So I appreciate what she did.” And eternally he was thankful for it, he hated dragging her into more trouble, but MJ hadn’t walked away. “Somehow I can imagine her doing that and I don’t know her that well.” He laughed at the response they were meant to give, For Latverion, For the Emperor. Steve was pretty quick to decide how he felt about someone, the suggestion in his new acquaintances voice only furthered the idea he could trust the other. “I’m sure you know about the disappearances. Family members pulled away in the middle of the night by doom bots, without a trace.”

💙 — He liked that question, and made a show of reacting in a way that showed it — flashing his pearly fangs. “Always blue,” he confirmed. “Handsome, no?” Human society and his innate desire to not want to cause discomfort to the less than tolerant... Kurt was proud of his looks. In mutant standards, dare one say he was even vain. But just enough, not to tempt sin. Obviously. “Good, yes, and smart!  Her universe, she says they did not have mutants.” He assumes that meant they were underground; uncommon knowledge. “It took her no time to acclimate.” He laughed at the knife comment. He had originally chalked it up to young Harry giving the analyst a hard time, but Steve was right. She seemed the type, somehow. “Ja, I do.” The elf paused. “Have you lost someone?” He didn’t feel comfortable carrying on the conversation without knowing exactly what kind of stake the other had in it. For sensitivity reasons, of course. 

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empathphoniex​:

☄️— There it was, the ripple that could so easily become the tear that would rip the tranquility they had built down. But the conversation moved along and Jean wouldn’t snag herself on a branch that wasn’t there yet. “It’s beautiful—” It was true, Jean knew the weight of building something close to peace with their own hands. “I should have known the only one brave enough to start a circus on a battle world would be you.”

💙 — He smiled. A genuine, almost relaxed expression, feeling comfortable in front of his friend. It didn’t matter which version. “I should have known you would call it brave. I cannot help the feeling some think I’m being reckless...” The elf looked around. He knew he did not have to address his concerns. Mutopia, Krakoa, even the school — all gifts from Dr. Doom. All not what they once were. For the people who could not feel safe in those confines, Kurt would be there.

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offollies​:

reed wasn’t entirely sure what kurt meant by not being the new talent - perhaps he’d somehow missed some context. but quickly he let it go in favor of how quickly kurt was handling their conversation. with a smile and a nod, reed outstretched his torso and grabbed a tablet from across the room, only to come back and begin to read off a list of metals. “…alright, give me a moment and i’ll be right back.” he instructed - getting up and heading into one of his dimensional storage units and coming back with a rather large case. “this should do it! tell your friend that they can use any sort of material i may have to offer, and the same goes to you, kurt.”

💙 — kurt is smiling all the while, watching reed fetch more. “you are very generous. is there anything you would like made?  a gift for sue, perhaps?  i am sure xe would be more than happy to humor it!” kurt still didn’t know the extent of xer artistry. he doubt even xe knew!  the impression he was given was that xe were new to their abilities, still learning the ropes xemselves.  

[bamfelf]

flameontm​:

“Sure thing. Butttttttt any public appearances I do have to go past the Fantastic Four lawyers first. You know, gotta keep my family friendly image,” Johnny said, punctuating it with a wink as he took the card. “Nothing R-rated. I mean, I’m willing to show some skin but not all the way, you know? And hey, when do we talk star billing? I’m seeing my name in lights.”

💙 — Kurt’s hands raise, as well as his shoulders. “I get it, I get it. I have certainly been there.” Dazzling smile in response to the wink. “Families are our biggest demographic. The mature shows have their draw too, but not nearly enough to warrant more than one a week.” He should have expected that part. Part of him felt like he did anyway. “If your lawyers approve.” The Fantastic Four was a big name, the Human Torch especially, and would be a big draw.

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offollies​:

rocket gave a nod to the greeting, finding kurt to be pretty friendly despite how rude he was being. maybe that was why groot liked him. but the question that the other had asked, the request was almost too good to pass up and rocket immediately began to brainstorm. “oh yeah, i can think of quite a few things that can work - wanna take me and groot to your circus so we can get some measurements and stuff? also how dense is this person? gotta factor in the weight otherwise nothing will work.” as much as rocket was usually selfish - kurt seemed nice and well, once again, groot liked him. “perfect, i love it when i’m being paid.”

💙 — the blue devil nodded his head. “i can do that,” he assured. “how do you feel about shortcuts?” three-fingered hands stretching out, one each for each. “i do not know exactly. he maxes out our scales.” rocket seemed to already know what he was doing. so, either he did know, or he was good at acting like it. but kurt trusted groot so, he’d trust rocket too. what's the worst that could happen anyway?  “sounds like we have a deal.”

[bamfelf]

empathphoniex​:

☄️— The quiet gnaw of the phoenix deeper in their mind kept Jean from dropping too many walls. Kurt had never raised a hand against her, not even in the end of her universe, when they were ripping holes in the fabric of reality. But there was a danger in loyalty too, so they kept their mask firmly in place. “The most help does seem to be making people smile in this world… there doesn’t seem to be anything else to do, not anything kind.”

💙 — As subtle as she was being, he felt the difference. Like their hands, if placed upon his head, were too light. Too warm. Rays of the sun. “I shelter the ones who need sheltered,” he proudly explained, chest filling with that warmth. “Ja. Its their smiles I worry about most.”

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gloriannnna​:

CLOSED STARTER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler aka Dear Friend aka @bamfelf​

💫 - One would think years and utopia planes of existence of being around Kurt, Meggan might have gotten a little better at not being startled when he bamfed in next to her, but still the faerie’s entire body jumped. Quickly her surprise melted to warm affection, her arms opening without question to welcome the mutant into an embrace. “Kurt!” An easy joy washed over her and she let herself settle into the moment with a safe friend, slowly stepping out of familiar fuzzy arms. “I know I just saw you, but, I missed you!” Missed his friendship, his company, his smile, all the things someone could possibly miss about a person, maybe it was how deeply she missed the rest of the Excaliburs almost all of them that made the ache stand out so clearly. “What does the mighty ring master need from me today?” A playful glint in Meggan’s eye as she gently nudged a finger against his chest.

💙 — He did his very best, which wasn’t much at all, to not chuckle at her surprise. The warm laughter made it into the embrace, chest shaking gently against hers as blue arms squeezed his beloved Meggan. “I do have that effect,” he teased, raising her hand to his lips to kiss it. Extravagant and lovely and so fluid in the way they acted around one another. “As a matter of fact, I was coming to ask you that. I have the night free. How may I be of service?” 

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felinefelicia​:

“Are your jokes always this terrible? Like every guy puts on a costume and thinks he has a sense of humour.” She tutted as she shook her head. What can she say? She loved a good wit. “Now you are just insulting me. I mean, look at me. I am anything but unflattering.” She gestured to herself as if it was obvious. “Sorry to say, honey but I am not human. Well, more like enhanced. You get the picture.” She spoke about it flippantly. “That is a fair point. Well, I’m on the clock but maybe I can schedule you in for some pointers next time.” Felicia smiled as she leaped to a near ledge, thinking he wouldn’t follow.

💙 — He found her comment validating, if not entirely welcomed. “Only most of the time,” he teased. Her attitude may have been ironclad, as well as her call to crime, but the banter between them was lighthearted enough for Kurt to maintain a certain cool. “You would sacrifice freedom for vanity?  Are you sure you are not a diamond?” Likely would keep himself out of it anyway, if the opportunity arose. “My apologies.” It was rude to assume; enhanced, human, or otherwise. He BAMF’d to the ledge, sticking to the wall beside her perch. “What are you going to do with that once you get away?  Sell it, grind it down for a protein powder?” 

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offollies​:

“oh!” reed’s eyes widened for a moment as he watched kurt move about - a curious smile on his lips. he enjoyed the company of mutants - despite the recent issues with krakoa and… what had happened with charles, but more so with franklin. but he didn’t place the blame on everyone. kurt was always kind and he found a solace in his company. “you’re creating your own chainmail? that’s excellent! very beautiful craftmanship - oh!” reed immediately spun and began to pull up lists of viable metals. “i believe i have a few spares of some of these, i’d be happy to gift them to you.”

💙 — kurt’s head cocked, a pointed ear titled at the scientist. confusion on his face but only for a moment. “i am not the new talent!” he explained with the same excitement, face lighting up once more in his delight. “it is a new friend, a member of the circus. xe is quite extraordinary.” he took the material with warmth in his yellow eyes. “danke, herr richards. i will tell xem they are from you.”