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Why wouldn’t she trust him? It’s been so long since she’s let anyone even remotely close, and there could be many worse options than the young man offering her a chance to see into his world. Her eyes give off a faint gold glow in the irises, a sign of how delighted she is with this turn of events, and she nods.

“I do, Kurt.” She glances over her shoulder, half-expecting for Manu to come barging in like a madman to ruin her night. Thankfully, there’s no such threat, and she turns her attention back to Kurt, practically grinning from ear to ear. “My brother can wait for me in the audience. I’d rather stay with you.”

——————– “ Excellent to meet you, Neema. ” He nods his head, running a hand over the front of his costume, the sequins catching on the cuff of his sleeve. He preens as she calls him a daring rogue, because, hey, he’s always fancied himself as little bit Eroll Flynn.

“ Most of the audience only know me as Nightcrawler, the very astonishing, marvellous, incredible. But since you aren’t just a regular audience member – you can call me Kurt. ”

He stands up straight, peering over the top of the costume rail. “ So, now that we’re introduced and you are pretty much stuck with me, you want to catch the opening of the show from the wings? I’m not on for a while, but I know a great place to watch from. What do you say? You trust me? ”

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X-Men/Mutant Sentence Starters

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“So what’s your mutation?” “Are secondary mutations real, or is that a myth?” “You’re scaring me, stop it!” “Magneto was right.” “I want to join the X-Men someday.” “No wonder your family disowned you, you’re a freak!” “So your family are okay with it?” “Are there any other secrets you’ve been hiding from me?” “Is it dangerous?” “Can you use that during sex?” “I don’t care if you’re a mutant. I’m still here for you.” “You’re a mutant? Me too!” “Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I just want to show you what I can do.” “Were your parents mutants?” “The Registration Act will protect humans AND mutants!” “I didn’t ask to be born like this!” “Invisible mutations are fine, it’s the obvious ones that creep me out.” “People like you should be put down.” “Not ALL humans!” “Not ALL mutants!” “I think mutants are kind of sexy.” “Say that to my face, c’mon. Call me that again.”

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One thing that hadn’t changed much in the last few thousand years: the prejudice and fear towards mutants, especially those who couldn’t simply blend in like the rest. And her face softens when he explains his unique appearance away as being just makeup, wondering how many times he’s had to hide who he really is behind a lie. No one should have to hide themselves from the world like this.

With the last of her disguise given to her, she beams at the boy, pulling the shawl tightly around her shoulders as she admires the patterning on the cloth. Much more pretty than the dark clothes she’s used to wearing. “I’m Neema.” She replies after a moment’s hesitation, half-tempted to give him another alias, like she’s far too used to doing after all this time. 

“And you? What's your name? Unless you’d rather I not know who came swooping in to rescue me like a daring rogue.” 

——————– “ Well, usually the guests just go straight to the Big Top, you know, they don’t come all the way back here. I don’t want this to ruin the illusion for you, or anything. What if– what if you caught me without my makeup? ”

He keeps propelling her toward a costume rail, waving a hand in front of his face. The good thing about being in the circus is that he can at least pretend his strange mutant appearance is just makeup. The people of Munich - they aren’t so much into the mutant-hating-thing, but he’s heard it’s pretty bad down in Berlin.

Kurt throws a patterned shawl around the girl’s shoulders, then stepping back to admire her new look. Yep. Really goes good with the hat. “ There. Now you are as colourful as the rest of us. Welcome to the Gehlhaar! So what’s your name, mysterious very-not-sneaky girl? ”

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After centuries of sneaking around and avoiding drawing any unwelcome attention, one would think Neema would be a master of blending in. But curiosity and excitement fail to mix well with going incognito, and when she feels herself being ushered away, she curses herself for not paying attention. 

Until she sees him. The boy leading her away. And he truly is just a boy, despite how he may look to the untrained eye. She follows him without protest, cocking the hat to the side to better shield her face. Better to make it at least a tad more difficult for anyone else to realize she didn’t belong. 

“I wasn’t sneaking around.” Neema argues, though there’s no point denying it. Not with how he found her. “My brother was meeting with someone here. I thought I could see the show before he came back for me.” 

——————– Another night, another performance. It’s the same routine for him, and pre-show jitters are something he’s pretty sure are never going to go away. Prayers are murmured, his mother presses a kiss to his forehead for luck, his sister touches his cheek, tells him to be incredible - to which he says, hey, aren’t I always?

Nightcrawler is who he’s supposed to be right now, but Kurt can’t help feeling more like an over-nervous teenager than a star of the trapeze and high-wire. He’s busy watching Jimaine dance with an unlit fire staff when he notices a girl hovering nearby. He prides himself on knowing everyone, because everyone knows him, boy with the blue face - and he definitely does not know this girl.

There’s policies in place for not letting the guests behind the scenes, but she’s got that wide-eyed curiosity, and he really doesn’t want to see her shouted at.

“ Miss, ” he starts, swiping a large hat with a feather in it off a nearby rack and placing it on her head, slipping an arm ‘round her shoulders and walking her away from where the ringmaster’s prowling. “ You really need to work on blending in if you’re going to be sneaking around! ”

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listen I didn’t come here to ship it lightly ok I came here for it to consume my soul

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“Stay here. Don’t wander off.” 

Neema rolled her eyes as she watched her brother disappear between the tent flaps, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. Just because he happened to be born a few years before her didn’t give him the right to boss her around like she was still the little girl who used to ruin her dresses playing in the Nile.

And how could he expect her to stay put, while there was a circus to explore? They hadn’t had a moment to relax in the past few weeks, running around and trying to get information on Clan Akkaba’s movements as of late. Manu never wanted to enjoy the places they traveled to, only concerned with his goals and not with the fun they could have. 

Well, she wasn’t going to let him spoil her night.

Draping her hood back over her head, Neema stole away from the tent, watching as performers milled about setting up for the next show. She’d never been to a circus before, not once in the thousands of years they’d been alive. There was so much to do and see, how could she possibly decide where to start?

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At least he didn’t seem all too offended with this case of mistaken identity. Considering the world they lived in, he’d half-expected him to storm off grumbling under his breath, like most people tended to do these days. Not everyone was as friendly as he would have liked. 

“Manu.” He replied with a smile, holding his hand out to the other. No aliases this time. No false identity to hide behind, no persona to wear. Alex was different, that much he could tell. Maybe he could be trusted with his truth.

While they spoke, other people milled around the gallery, paying no heed to the two men. Manu hoped to keep it that way, closing his eyes for a brief moment to touch their minds. As if they’d all gotten the same idea, the few patrons filed out of the gallery quietly, leaving the pair alone. 

“I apologize for that. I’m not fond of eavesdropping.”

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Alex accepted the stranger’s apologies with a inclination of his head; feeling uncomfortable for snapping at him. In recent years he’d gotten much better at controlling his temper, which while not as explosive as reputation held it, was easy to bubble to the surface. 

The Mutant looked around, eyes darting to find away to leave in the least awkward manner possible, no matter how futile that seemed, but there was a string wrapped around his chest compelling him to stay even though as far as Alex knew their conversation had now been bled dry. He wanted to stay and talk more, for some unfathomable reason, but what more was there to say about a mistaken identity? 

At the question of his actual name, Alex floundered for a split second, not having expected the other to have the same idea. Metaphorically stepping past the awkwardness, Alex breathed out and gave a small smile.

“I’m Alex” He introduced, nodding in greeting. “You got the first letter right”

Inside, Alex winced at his comment. How… stilted. He felt like the bozo, fighting down a humiliated flare of his cheeks.

“- Sorry. Um, what’s your name then?”

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HC. 

Before he was persuaded to cut all ties with his father, Manu was entirely devoted to Clan Akkaba, going so far as to kill other clanmates to prove his worthiness to En Sabah Nur. As a young man, he received the mark of the clan across his back, as well as another tattoo of it in the space between his neck and shoulder. Though he’s rejected that part of his past, Manu still wears the tattoos, his jackets covering them for fear that anyone may recognize the symbol. He keeps the tattoos as penance, to remind him of the evil he’s committed and the evil he must stop.

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X-Men/Mutant Sentence Starters

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“So what’s your mutation?” “Are secondary mutations real, or is that a myth?” “You’re scaring me, stop it!” “Magneto was right.” “I want to join the X-Men someday.” “No wonder your family disowned you, you’re a freak!” “So your family are okay with it?” “Are there any other secrets you’ve been hiding from me?” “Is it dangerous?” “Can you use that during sex?” “I don’t care if you’re a mutant. I’m still here for you.” “You’re a mutant? Me too!” “Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I just want to show you what I can do.” “Were your parents mutants?” “The Registration Act will protect humans AND mutants!” “I didn’t ask to be born like this!” “Invisible mutations are fine, it’s the obvious ones that creep me out.” “People like you should be put down.” “Not ALL humans!” “Not ALL mutants!” “I think mutants are kind of sexy.” “Say that to my face, c’mon. Call me that again.”

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Send “You’re a mother?” or “You’re a father?” to my muse and my muse will have a child following them calling them “mummy”/ “daddy”

Send “Does it look like I’m interested in kids?” for my muse to react to your muse being followed by a child.

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Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

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“Not the wording I would use, but yes. I did.” He shrugged, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “Did you think I meant you any harm?”

“Yeah, you’d be correct.” He paused. “So what’s the deal man? You knew I was a freak from the get go, huh?”

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How’s about another starter call?

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How’s about another starter call?

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“You shouldn’t be here. Tell me your name and I might not lose my temper.”

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“I thought it would be.” 

Though he didn’t revel in his abilities like most, he knew not to abuse them. The mental link was terminated with a blink of an eye. “Am I correct in assuming your name is Peter?”

               Peter’s eyes grew wide. Well he certainly wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t  know what he was expecting honestly.  “That’s- holy shit man. Yeah that’s proof enough.”