Perfect Strangers (open)

[nightcrawler]

Kurt was curious at first as to just what Damien was getting at and just what this 'horrible' experience was, but being the ever polite and respectable mutant he was, Kurt was not going to outright ask. If Damien wished to Kurt to know what it was that troubled him so, well...he would tell him. Of course, as Damien began to unravel the scarf around his neck, Kurt tilted his head to the side, not expecting to be shown this fear so physically.

What Kurt saw did not disturb him nor give him any alarm, heck he was scarred up enough with his self inflicted tattoos and what not, but what he saw on Damien perplexed him. Never had any of the teleportations Kurt experienced had ever left him marked in any way, nor anyone else he had teleported with him. The remark about the wounds being permanent and untreatable only further intrigued Kurt, making him wonder if the wounds were psionicly inflicted instead of physically.

"If you vish...," Kurt began, unsure if he was really heading in the right direction or not, "I could help you vith your ability or just perhaps listen if you wish to talk," he offered, hoping to be of some small comfort to someone who looked just as lost as he was, after all, Kurt was the self appointed councilor here at the Institute so why not start helping.

[Damien Schwartz]

Damien sends a weak smile, shy and with little else but gratitude. "Thank you ... I'm not sure how it really happened. It was when I first teleported. It was completely by accident. In midair, while jumping into the water, all of a sudden, I was falling among trees. They were the ones by the lake. After that, I just woke up in the hospital... They told me that the branches were the ones that had made the scars. I've never really thought about it..." he trails off, bringing the memories back, but for only a second.

"Thanks for listening, it really means allot... Oh, and I would be delighted to have you help me about teleportation! I always hoped someone would be able to teach me, I..." he takes a pause, realizing he's getting frighteningly over extatic.

[nightcrawler]

Kurt can't help but laugh at the way Damien jumps at his offer, finding some joy in having someone accept him and what he has to offer so quickly. The idea of others liking him for what he is, is still fairly new but welcomed. Kurt never thought of others of how they physically looked but how they acted and by how they chose to live their lives. Everyone had their faults, including him, but when you've been persecuted as much as he had, it was hard to expect anything good, no matter how much you strove and wanted to believe in that thought.

"I vill do my best to help you Damien, but how far you advance is up to you alone. What paths you take are yours alone to choose, all I can do is point you in those directions. Decisions are personal and between you and the maker," he said letting his eyes drift upward momentarily. Kurt clung to his religious background fervently, never letting it slip from him, something which made him what he was. "Tomorrow...ve vill start. Find me outside the Danger Room, I'm sure Ororo vill grant us access," he said with another smile and a wink.

[Damien Schwartz]

Glee shines in Damien's eyes, almost like a menacing demon just waiting to be released onto the unsuspecting world (and the kind blue mutant who is in it), as he he listens to Kurt talk. At the mention of God, Damien doesn't react much, but the joy decreases if for but a notch. He had lost his own faith when his parents sent him away and told him not to come back.

Even though many more great things have happened in his life since then, and as almost a direct result of that event, Damien has yet not thought of returning to religion, if only because he has been preoccupied with a new joy in his life (no, he is definitely not obsessed with Tarot! Well, OK, maybe a little bit... but just the little bit, OK?)

Damien nods as Kurt says when they will start. But then, he realizes that he has absolutely no idea where the Danger Room is. Or what it is, while we're at it. "Um...Danger Room?" he asks, ashamed that he does not know of something that seems to be quite a famous place.

[nightcrawler]

Kurt lowered himself into a crouched position on the floor as he shook his head and laughed at himself. He had not thought about Damien being so ignorant of all the things which slumbered beneath the Institute, a mistake he would have to refrain from making again. "Entschuldigung," he began, looking Damien right on, "but sometimes I forget that not everyone knows just vat the institute is about," he said, still with a smile as he leaned forward and pushed off the floor with his hands, standing up into a half crouch, his tail swaying lazily across the slick hardwood floor, "Just be sure to meet me here first thing in ze morning...ja?," he asked as he smiled and walked past Damien, his fingers tapping against one another nervously yet again.

((End thread I suppose?))

[Damien Schwartz]

With a confused look, also filled with curiosity, Damien nods slowly. "OK, I'll meet you here then..." he says, remembering that he does not have his own room quite yet. Does he really need one? Thing about that later... he scolds himself as he sees Mr. Nig...Kurt walk by. He himself stands up from the couch and goes off in the other direction, walking slowly, headed for the courtyard.

"Bis morgen..." he adds as a form of good-bye phrase, just in front of the exit to the room. Then he turns around and snaps his fingers once more, disappearing without a trace, appearing at a random spot on the grounds, which will sadly turn out to be a fountain, which will be the point at which he will make sure to get to know more about the institute layout.

((agreed))