[Crowding was no obstacle for Kurt with his abilities to poof to and from places at will. Of course, he had to know the whole mall inside and out before knowing where to teleport to, so that's where almost a full day of his life went into. At least everyone's too busy shopping for the big sales to notice these teleportations... at least to Kurt's
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[He turns with the unnatural speed only a gunslinger (or a mutant, I guess) has, grabbing Kurt's shoulder]
That's the second time I've seen you do that, sai. How? And why?
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Um...
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[He squeezes Kurt's shoulder, hard enough to hurt]
I asked you a question, sai. What are you, and how are you doing that?
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OOOOW! That hurt!
I'm a mutant and that's my special ability! Does that answer your question?
[Holy crud this is probably worse and more painful than people running away at the sight of him please let go old man you're crushing a young boy's shoulder!]
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No. The mutants I know of have few special abilities, unless extra limbs or guts outside their bodies is considered a special ability.
But I cry your pardon, sai. You startled me.
Your shoulder should stop hurting soon, if it hasn't already. I pinched a nerve, that's all. But tell me if it hasn't. You're clearly not physically human, after all.
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I think I'm fine. I'll try to watch where I teleport. [Smiling weakly, some things are in more priority than noticing where he's at]
Hey! Maybe you could help me! I'm looking for someone named Rolaids!
[!!!]
No, wait...
[Pulls out slip of paper from his pocket]
Ah!
Roland!
I'm looking for Roland!
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Say true?
You've found him. My name is Roland Deschain.
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