Dancing With Myself [ota]

[fuzzylittleprob]

The rec room in the compound was a little boring. There was a television in need of tuning and about fifteen years worth of cable upgrades, a stack of books half in Cyrillic, and a few games including a stack of cards that was short the queens and Monopoly with the thimble turned into a rather rude shape

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[hellion_king]

Never having been to the Rec Room before, Scion needed some peace, quiet and alone time. And where was the last place anyone would look for the weapon? In a place that was for fun, that was for sure. The telekine walked through the door of the rec room, his gloved hands in his pocket as he made his way through. He was still looking rather exhausted, his skin considerably pale against the black turtle neck he was wearing however X-13 thought nothing more of it. He let the circles under his eyes live there and his hair hang over his eyes because he was just tired, tired of trying and even more so thinking about everything that could and was going wrong in his life.

Right, so Rec Room. X-13 strode through the door , slipping inside silently. However, he wasn't alone as he wished to be. The soft sound of 'tap bamf tap bamf tap bamf' grabbed his attention. At first, X lectured himself for letting his attention slip for even a moment by not noticing the new comer playing his game. Then he paused in the middle of the game room, tired eyes

[fuzzylittleprob]

Even during one of the best one-man games of table tennis ever played in the history of the world it would have been hard to ignore a spectator, considering he was the only other man in the room.

... The room reeking just a little of sulfur. Perhaps Kurt should have thought of others and cracked a window before starting.

The orange ball was smacked toward the newcomers' chest and the next place Kurt reappeared was sitting cross-legged on top of the table, smiling. "Guten abend."

[hellion_king]

Yes , the smell of sulfur was not Scions favorite, but he didn't complain. He was used to unpleasantness. His eyes watched the man still as he played just before Kurt smacked the ball at him. With out a bat of an eyelash X-13's hand shot up, catching the ball before hitting his chest. He blinked, glancing back down at the ball before he raised a brow and saw Kurt sitting there on the table. Scion's head tilted, his blue eyes running over the other.

"....You are german." Scion replied lowering the hand holding the ball to his waist. He only understood a bit of german, having to learn it for one of his missions he had forgotten a lot of it- but hearing it he was still able to translate a good portion. just speaking it would prove to be a problem. "...What is the name of this game called?"

[fuzzylittleprob]

Eyebrows raised a bit at the deft catch--not that Kurt had hit the ball with other intentions, but still. The motion wasn't anything acrobatic, in fact it was quite the opposite of what he had grown up around. Instead of flowing and showy the catch had been... terse. Compact. Impressive, yes.

"I am," Kurt said with a nod. "And it is called ping-pong or--well, I suppose the real name is table tennis." He was a little astounded that there was anyone on the planet who had never heard of the game, but they were in the middle of Siberia. "You've really never heard of it?"

[cover_your_ears]

Jessie was passing by the door of the rec room when a strange sound caught her attention. She stopped in the doorway and watched as one of the new guys played ping-pong with himself. He was quite handsome.

Bamf He disappeared and then reappeared at the other end of the table. She watched him do it a couple of times, chuckling.

"That's a neat trick."

[fuzzylittleprob]

The voice from the doorway startled him and Kurt froze on the far side of the table, blue-grey eyes wide on the young woman who had shown up just outside the room.

The ball hit him in the middle of the forehead with a soft thunk and bounced onto the table, away from him.

Kurt blinked a few times and then grinned, raising a hand to rub the middle of his forehead. "Danke," he said. "Though I guess it must lose its charm in moments like these." He laughed quietly.

[cover_your_ears]

She laughed when the little orange ball popped him in the center of his forehead. When he thanked her in German, she smiled back at him.

<"You're welcome. I'm Jessica,"> she replied in German.

[fuzzylittleprob]

Kurt broke into an open smile of pleasure. < "You speak German!" > he exclaimed happily. < "Wonderful." > Leaning down, he scooped up the ball that had fallen to the floor and rested it on the table under the paddle. < "My name is Kurt." >

[cover_your_ears]

His enthusiasm was heartening. She hadn't smiled this much in quite some time. <"Pleased to meet you, Kurt. You're the second German speaker I've met recently.">

[fuzzylittleprob]

His momentum broke a little bit, the smile faltering. < "Oh?" > he asked, trying to feign nonchalance. He sat lightly on the end of the ping-pong table and crossed his arms over his chest. < "I guess it is a small Siberia." > Kurt made himself grin.

[szardosmagik]

She was on her way to the kitchen when she heard that sound. She knew that sound. The sound of air closing in on air. Then brimstone and sulfur. Kurt was in the rec room.

It was cheating, she knew, but she glanced down the hall to make sure that no one was around before she muttered a spell beneath her breath, shifting shapes. Soon, a sleek brown cat was wandering down the hall. She slipped into the rec room and jumped up onto the back of the couch, tilting watching Kurt with interest.

Yes, it was torture of a kind, but at least this way he wouldn't chase her out immediately.

[fuzzylittleprob]

Kurt hit a few more rounds back and forth before he noticed the feline and he caught the incoming ball in his off hand without much thought. His head tilted opposite the cat's. < "A mascot?" > he asked himself with a fleeting smile, setting the ball and paddle on the table and crossing the small room to the couch and sinking down onto it.

For the moment Kurt kept his hands to himself. He had learned the painful way--numerous times--that cats did not tend to like him. Now he chewed on his lip. He settled on clucking his tongue and whispering < "Here kitty." >

[szardosmagik]

The end of her tail twitched as she watched him. Mentally, she wasn't a feline, but physically her body reacted to her thoughts as it would a normal cat. She watched Kurt as he moved closer and she edged away a little from him as he sat down. She was afraid of getting too close to him. Besides, she knew how cats usually reacted to him and it wasn't good.

She leaped off of the back of the couch to the floor and slunk over to a spot a few feet in front of him, still watching him. She still didn't understand why he wasn't blue. Had someone cast a spell on him? She settled for sitting and staring.

[fuzzylittleprob]

There was a quiet sigh as the cat lept down; Kurt assumed that it was going to go find someplace better to be. Cats generally would hiss at him, clawing or biting if he tried to come too close. As a child it had devestated him but really he had an entire circus at his beck and call--trained dogs and horses, lions and bears. He learned to live without a flea-ridden stray cat or two.

But the feline didn't leave, only sat at his feet and stared at him with those unblinking yellow eyes. Yellow eyes. Kurt rubbed the band of the watch on his right wrist in an absent gesture before shaking down the sleeve of his shirt. < "I think you are going to win a staring contest," > Kurt told the cat with a smile.