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“I miss shopping,” Emma said as she appraised Raven and her closet. It had been a major oversight to come to Raven seeking clothes. The woman needed only to change her appearance and she had new clothes.
“It’s unfair,” She gestures to Raven’s body and thus, her clothes. “Entirely unfair,” She exhales and walks back out toward the woman’s kitchen. “Well, we shouldn’t waste the wine… I know I have clothes to wear I’m just being ridiculous and feeling cooped up,” Emma says and turned to her friend/enemy/friend with a small smile.”Dating in the apocalypse. Honestly, a ridiculous venture. But whatever passes the time.”
She leans against the counter. “But what about you? Getting any in the apocalypse? Want to?” A wicked smirk washed over Emma’s face, but she couldn’t keep the laugh in. “What about these spider things? The ink looking ones? Heard anything about them?”
Emma knew she was asking all these questions kind of in a rush, but it felt like ages since she had talked to another adult who wasn’t Colossus (about Haven things) or Stephen (decidedly not about Haven things). It felt good to be around another mutant to just… talk.
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“Although I have no need for that type of shopping,” Emma’s wave of her hand said everything that needed to be said. The woman was a shapeshifter, one that could not only change her face, but her body, and the clothing on it as well. To simple things like a silk nightgown, to something much more up Dazzler’s lane with glitter everywhere. It wasn’t too hard to mimic, after all. The hardest part was always the tinier details like zippers rather than changing colour or texture.
“There’s something soothing about going out and wandering about malls. I like to take in all the newest fashion trends, and actually touching the clothes for myself. I don’t need to in order to copy it, but it’s just nice, you know?” Did Emma even shop like that? Going to such public places, being with so many people who could easily be below her and not worth her time? [Then again, who WASN’T someone Emma was above?]
“I’ve seen you getting friendly with that doctor. Is that who you are curling up with these days?” The woman hummed, a smile upon her face as she went about setting the wine glasses down in front of where Emma finally paused at. For someone who knew what Raven could do, that didn’t stop the blonde from making work of whatever the shapeshifter might have stored in her closet. [Which, was mostly a place she stored extra weapons in. Some snack food behind that, but Raven doubted Emma would dig any of that out and eat it.]
“I did lay with another man, but nothing in the likes of sex. ..A shame, you should have seen him.” She wouldn’t admit it, but Raven was content with just curling into his side. May it be as simple as that was more than enough to satisfied her cravings for human contact.
“As for these spiders-” Raven shuddered, “I’m glad none of them seemed to like sticking to me. I doubt they expected to be physically fought off.” That was another shapeshifting benefit.
bamfingblueberryelf:
Instead of reaching out to Raven, Kurt found his hands twisting in the rosary that had been waiting for him on his nightstand. Margali had given it to him and he would have given a lot to have both of them here with him now to explain what had happened when he was born.
It took Kurt a few moments to remember the lessons, but when he did he nodded. “I remember. Mutants were hunted,” he knew. “Some were killed,” he remembered. He hadn’t realized it all impacted him personally.
Germany. No matter what his parents were, he would always think of himself as German, even if the people there did not always want someone like him. Kurt tried to follow Raven’s story. These were pieces of his past no one had ever known and pieces he thought he would never have. It seemed that several he thought he knew and understood were wrong. He already knew that he would have been killed as a child without Margali. There were still places he had to be careful outside of the circus because people had attacked him for thinking he was a demon that was trying to harm his foster siblings. Inside of the circus, he had been safe because the audience had thought he was wearing a costume. Inside the circus was a haven for mutants and those with physical differences. They didn’t judge one another there.
“I don’t understand. You gave me to her?” Kurt wondered. Though it made sense, that had a different pain of its own. Why did she never come back for him? “Or something else?”
“A lot were killed,” And before finding him in that cage fight, Raven had believed he was one of those poor souls. ..Despite the fact the frightful mob didn’t have any ties to Trask. Trask did have a hand in the reason she was there in the first place, the reason she had to hide, to try and remain under the radar... There were always men like Trask, though. No matter if she took each one down, another will pop up. They would keep coming, moulded by the environment and the way they were raised. To hate, to fear.
“No, I’m afraid I didn’t. If I had.. I would have kept an eye on you. I hid you and had hoped to lure the locals away. When I came back, you were gone.” Margali must have heard his cries somehow, and seeing no devil, took him in from the angry townsfolk. Without her, maybe someone who saw only evil would have stepped in before morning came? That was what she had always assumed had happened when she found no baby in her hiding spot. Thank goodness for Margali, for Raven could have done nothing but keep the masses away. Any lone person could have easily slipped and doubled back and found him.
“I’m so sorry, Kurt.” She reached a hand out, squeezing her son’s knee. “I shouldn’t have stopped looking all those years ago.”
“I want my wife back!”
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Mystique (unarmed) crushes at least fifteen armed guys whilst wearing heels and without changing shape mid-fight once. Walks away without a scratch.
Reason 21456 why she’s the best.
bamfingblueberryelf:
Kurt nodded in agreement that he would. He was usually pretty good about knowing when to ask for help and when to push forward and figure things out on his own. In the circus, not asking for help could get not only him, but others injured as well if he wasn’t careful. Transitioning from there to the school, he’d needed a lot of help understanding not only the culture of the country, but how schools worked in general since he’d only ever been educated in the circus. He was very behind his classmates in some areas, but ahead in others. It took time to balance things out for him.
Raven’s admission pushed all thoughts of everything else clear from his mind. Kurt worried that he’d been wrong. He worried that things were different here and that she hadn’t told him because it wasn’t true here. Now that she had admitted it, he had a dozen other questions to follow. She’d known since she saw him, but she’d kept it from him. He didn’t know how to feel about that. In the other world, he’d had time to contemplate a thousand reasons she wouldn’t tell him, like she didn’t want him in the first place. He’d grown up surrounded by performers whose parents had abandon them because of their differences. Now she told him it was because she didn’t know how to tell him he wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not.
“Why…” Kurt found it hard to breathe. He’d practiced dozens of variations of this conversation in his head and now that he was having it, he felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. “What happened? Why… How did I end up with Margali?”
Knowing better than to pull him into her arms and keep him safe and protected from the world, Raven gave Kurt more than enough room to breathe. However, she did offer out her hands in case he did want to hold onto them. Unlike Anna Marie, he had the chance to reach out the physically ground himself in the now. He didn’t need to be walking on eggshells with what would happen if his glove slipped off or not.
“Us mutants were in hot water at the time. Do you remember your history lessons on Trask? What he tried to do, what he did?” Raven paused for a moment, giving Kurt some time to try and recall the right timeline. Once he seemed to know what was real and what wasn’t to this world, she went on. “I was the last member of the Brotherhood at the time, leaving no one else to watch my back. I decided the best route was to lay low, and I did. I managed to blend in among the people of a town in Germany, and that was where I had you.”
...He didn’t need to know the details about that, right? That was something no child wanted to hear.
“I was too weak to keep myself hidden any longer, and after they saw you as well.. I had to run. They were going to kill you. I couldn’t let it happen; there was no way I was letting any of them get their hands on you!”
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“I don’t want it to be fake,” Kurt admitted in a whisper. There were things about that world he wished he didn’t remember. There were things he wished he could undo or at least not remember doing and feeling justified in doing. The world was in chaos there under Apocalypse’s dominion, but there was beauty to it as well that he wished he had here. There were people he felt he had now lost by leaving that place and he didn’t know how to mourn their loss while celebrating returning to this world.
When Raven offered to help him sort things out, Kurt looked up at her almost hoping she would answer his question without him having to struggle to find ways to ask it. After a long pause, he shook his head. “I can learn how to walk again by myself,” he whispered, not wanting to disregard her suggesting, but it was the last thing on his mind at the moment.
“I know that will all take time to sort out. But. There is a question you can answer for me.”
Kurt looked back up at Raven. Now that she wasn’t blue with bright red hair, he felt the resemblance wasn’t so blindly obvious. If he’d ever bothered to consider it, it would have been an easy thing to figure out.
“I found you beside your parents.”
“Why are you calling me by my first name?”
Kurt drew in a breath spoke slowly while he watched Raven’s face as he told her, “In the other world. I wasn’t raised in the circus by Margali Szardos. My last name wasn’t Wagner,” he watched her, wondering if she knew what he was trying to say. “I was raised by my birth mother there.”
“Don’t be afraid to ask for help, alright?” The woman repeated, reaching a hand out to cover one of Kurt’s human ones. It was so strange to see him with five fingers, that had only been a trait Anna Marie have had.. Ever since he was born, Raven had only known Kurt to have three on both hands! Those tiny little things curling around her own, the tiny smile, his bright eyes-
Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Her boy was right here, in front of her. The circus didn’t raise him. Could a different family have found him? Or even- Yes. There it was. She kept him in the world he had been in. Not only did she keep him, but he had grown up under her protective wing as well. She had been his mother like she had always wanted, and he had.. well, Raven’s crazy and messed up life to deal with.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” The shapeshifter blurted out, feeling a great weight coming off her shoulders. No longer did she have to hide, no longer did she have to keep things guarded. Her daughter could finally have her brother, and they could be siblings. They could all be a family- “I’ve wanted to ever since I saw you in that cage fight, but I never found the right moment. I’m so sorry, Kurt.” Oh god, she could feel tears pricking in the back of her eyes. She couldn’t cry! She shouldn’t- not yet. She needed to be strong as she always was. For her son. For her daughter. For her family.
Mystique, on the phone: Smash his kneecaps and he’ll talk, okay? I’m at a parent-teacher conference!
Mystique, after hanging up: Anyways, you said Kurt is enjoying finger-painting? That’s great!
bamfingblueberryelf:
Kurt was glad for the distraction. He wasn’t sure if he preferred Raven or Anna at the moment, but he knew he didn’t preferred the company of his own conflicting thoughts. He moved his feet and sat up so he could rest against the headboard and the person had room to sit down.
Raven. Kurt hadn’t called her Raven for a few years and he’d gotten used to it. He had asked her, the one he didn’t call Raven, what it would have taken for her to give him up and she’d told him she couldn’t think of anything. He tried to remember that was a different world and a different woman. He wanted to give the one next to him a chance to explain before he decided anything.
Kurt was trying to figure out how to ask his questions when Raven asked one of her own. He took the distraction and shrugged a bit. “Not nightmares. I’d have to sleep for that. I…” he considered how to explain it, “I have two sets of memories. I remember a life I know I didn’t have, but it felt so real. I still feel…” he thought of Betsy and wondered how she felt about him. He knew he hadn’t actually had much interaction with her, but he remembered and felt so much more. He didn’t know what she still remembered or felt about him.
“As for my body,” Kurt held up his hands and studied them. “Careful what you wish for, I guess. I wanted this for years when I was a child and I know it will not last. I will learn how to enjoy it while I can. I need to learn how to walk first.”
Inviting herself to take a seat on the bed, the woman went on to speak when Kurt gave her an opening. “I understand. My own might not be as similar to yours, but I’ve played many roles in my life. Sometimes I get different life and lies I’ve told mixed up,” Shifting where she sat, Raven went on once she was comfortable with how she was sitting. “The place you were could very well be real, and you do not need to dismiss it as fake. ..Unless it helps you.” “Saying that though, overcoming that place and the culture you were made to adapt to... Do you want me to help you sort them out?” Having to juggle upholding different lives herself, Raven felt pretty confident in her ability to help Kurt in this subject matter.
“If my own legs would stay the same shape, I would offer to help you with walking as well,” The shapeshifter spoke, looking down at her legs. One was currently in the shape of the human form she favoured, but both feet were way too big- not to mention how her other leg was twice as long! “I’m afraid you’re going to have to ask Anna about it instead,”
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Kurt was warm, fed, and exhausted. He was bundled up and laying in a soft bed, but he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was still reeling from everything that had happened in the last couple of hours.
Was he really back or was this a trick?
Kurt had been away so long that he’d started to accept he would never return. Now he was back and he wasn’t sure who he was. He had two sets of memories, both of them conflicting in how his life played out. One was substantially longer and more violent, but also full of more love than the other.
Who was he now?
Kurt squeezed the rosary he held a little tighter, letting its presence help. His thoughts drifted over several things before resting again on Raven. He called her another name there. He wasn’t sure if it was similar here. He wanted to ask, but he didn’t know how, especially not in front of Anna.
Kurt heard movement in the hallway and saw someone peeking into his room. He shifted so that they would know he was awake. “You can come in,” he whispered. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for a long while,” he admitted.
With her daughter tucked in and resting, Raven couldn’t help but feed into the need to go check on her son as well. While the rain that took away their mutation was a blessing for Anna Marie, it wasn’t the same when it came down to people like herself and Kurt. Her body didn’t know which form she should stay in, and for Kurt.. well, she knew how unnatural it was to be without what you had for your whole life. His tail was gone, each foot had five toes, and he could no longer blend into the darkness around him. He was a normal boy now, with the only thing odd about him being the scarification marking his flesh.
Peering inside the room through the crack in the door, the woman was taken aback when she heard her son speak. He was clearly not asleep, his voice barely sounding drowsy and he responded far too soon to have been woken by her.
“It’s Raven,” She spoke softly, stepping in through the door and moving on over towards where her son laid. Was it because he didn’t have his fur anymore that just made him look older? Wherever he had been, it seemed like he had been gone for much longer than the time that had passed in this sealed off area of New York.
“Nightmares, or is your body too unnatural to be in?”
Still riding on this lonely Mystique and Irene train. Here’s some more happy family stuff. Kurt’s first teleport must’ve been scary ey?
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