#nachtsoklein

[illusionbound]

@nachtsoklein squatted on the edge of the shaded patio table, sipping lemonade, hiding from the summer sun. the pitcher beside him is yet plenty full, recently refilled. a pat-pat with the flat spade of his tail on the table, invitation for refreshment & company both. ❛ komm, grab yourself a glass while the ice hasn't melted. ❜

Summers were rough for Ivory, Louisiana weather more so. It's not exactly ideal to have thick fur in those conditions even when it's trimmed. Still, she enjoyed the refreshing breeze and fresh air, it's one of the many things she didn't get to enjoy much growing up. While others take the smaller things like that for granted, she embraces every second of it.

She wasn't sure what her plan was stepping outside, never really did when she realized she had full access to it, with limitations of course. Big ears twitched registering a voice close by as she was leaving the rustic-looking home to turn and see a familiar blue on the patio table calling her over.

Ivory stands there for a moment, then looks at her own tail, mimicking the up and down motion of Kurts'. She never really took her tail into consideration of, well, almost anything that wasn't necessary like balancing or making sure it didn't knock anything over. To be fair, nobody else in her life had one save for the cats so it'd be difficult to think about incorporating it to her own for smaller things such as gesturing. The corner of her mouth tugs upward and her attention returns with a nod.

Though where Kurt decided to perch upon left her a bit confused, shown visually through a curious tilt of her head and the raise of her pink brow,

"Um... not to seem rude, Monsieur Wagner, but there's chairs. Why sit on the table?"

The thought baffled her, she was always expected to sit 'normally' like everyone else despite the discomfort it brought her, so seeing someone so casually not conforming to lessons drilled into her head at a young age made her not help but ask despite how insensitive it potentially sounded.

[merriemarvels]

@nachtsoklein sent :: "you've earned this bruise. wear it with pride." @ jubes

Winding up getting tended to by the X-Men's resident medic wasn't exactly in the plan, but Jubilee supposed that's what happened when you came face-to-face with Sinister's Nasty Boys, solo, and managed to hold your own until the rest of the team could save your skin. Well, most of it -- as evidenced by the spectacular bruise that was forming along her hip and thigh where she'd been slammed against a console by one of Ruckus's concussive screams. Aside from that, she had a few other little cuts and scrapes, but mostly she was just tired.

"Thanks, Fuzzy," she said quietly, pulling the gown back over the bruise and tucking her leg under the blanket. For a moment she looked out her window thoughtfully, listening to him gathering up his accoutrements. "Does... does it ever get to ya? Patchin' us up after we get hurt?"

[esinisex]

that right there is one of his FAVOURITES to experiment with!

[merriemarvels]

@nachtsoklein sent :: "i can see you thinking—stop that & just react." @ tj

Just react.

Easier said than done. Her reaction times were so slow now, she felt like she was fighting through quicksand sometimes. Things that had been simple once in her life were now needlessly complicated. She was just trying to complete the beginner obstacle course in the Danger Room -- up the sheer wall, down the zipline, across the posts, swing the rope across the gap, tightrope-walk down a narrow board and then crawl under the net.

Easy.

Except every time she got to the rope swing, her leg would give out on the landing and she'd plummet into the mats. And she was growing so frustrated there were tears in her eyes.

She slumped into a crouch, an enfolding motion of self-comfort as she put her hands on her head. "I'm trying -- I don't know how much harder I can try bevor ich den Verstand verliere*..." TJ hiccupped softly, hiding her face. That kept happening, too -- lapsing into German because her brain kept forgetting to process in English.

This sucked. So much.

[merriemarvels]

@nachtsoklein // from here

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It was doubtless just as strange for her; she wasn't sure it was right for her to simply assert herself into his life, but if he had been reluctant -- if he had shown any sign she wasn't welcome, she'd have respected that and kept her distance. Would have given him all the time he needed to come to terms with her existence, even if it meant leaving him well enough alone. Instead, the man had simply opened his arms and heart to a time-displaced girl who, by some twist of fate, was both his and not. She was grateful for that, her lonely heart had needed a place to belong after everything it had suffered, and being so readily accepted by this man...

it felt like home.

Tucked against his side, she could feel small, though they were quite nearly eye-to-eye, and she chuckled softly as he gave her nose a little boop. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to read to me. Just not used to sleeping somewhere so quiet anymore. I forgot this place could get so quiet." Taking a long breath, she let herself relax a bit into the pressure of his arms and his cheek against her hair. "Makes the old head get kinda loud."

[normaliize]

@nachtsoklein “What can I say? I’m a fountain of wisdom.” @ ivory

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The smaller mutant sitting and curled up on the ground remained quiet, nodding accompanied by a tiny hum, she hugs her tail closer for comfort. To ground herself. The ethereal fog appears to make the distant trees and foliage appear alive as they shifted and tiny wisps of light float about. A reflection of the forest reflected above where the sky should've been. The rules of reality grew ever thinner it felt.

If only it were that easy for her, to gain as much wisdom out from multiple experiences, good or bad. Instead, here she is seemingly endlessly wandering in a world unfit for her, often finding her reality distorted by her own abilities. Fighting with her mind attempting to protect her from what she had to endure.

Ironic how the mind hurts itself in order to protect itself.

"...S-Still, um... I-I don't think that applies to me.", she speaks, her bangs covering her downward eyes as she looks at herself - her human self - not whatever it is she actually was. But why does she have her tail still?

"Um, I... have a hard time telling what's real and whats something I've made up again...", her ears lower, turning her head away as if embarrassed to say it sounds so silly to someone who seems so put-together, so normal despite his appearance. It probably meant...

"I...I dont know if you're even real." How could he be? Most would have been more focused on finding their way out of this maze of foliage, fog, and branches than speak to her, she thought. "...Y-You look like something I saw in a book... S-sorry, that sounded rude..."

[quartarcade]

nachtsoklein “That one hurt my feelings a little bit, I’m not going to lie.” @ rio

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"It's what I do best." Rio shrugs, a beat, "...Wait was that sarcasm?"

[oftroia]

→ @nachtsoklein - continued !

Touché — he thought, but critically did not say out LOUD as if to rob his blue friend of the satisfaction of knowing he had a point and that perhaps all the complaining was more for show than actual frustration. No, he could not possibly admit that to the man. Where would that get him if others heard about it ( and he knew if one of these idiots group members knew, all of them would know in no time ) ? They would begin to think he had a HEART after all! He could not allow that! They would never stop bothering him then!

And Kurt ... oh he was truly malicious to COMPLIMENT him first too! " Mais s'il vous plaît, my friend, you and I both know if I tried to ignore these guys they would just become more and more insistent. I'd rather you tell them to stop trying in the first place as ... flattered as I am by their APPRECIATION of my skills. Perhaps they could ask Quicksilver instead. I hear he has been training very hard to finally catch up to my speeds. "