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[themisfit]

WHO: Kurt Wagner and Scathach
WHERE: The Institute's gym or something.
WHEN: Evening of June 14th??
WARNINGS: Probably not!
SUMMARY: Fencing and feelings jam somehow.
FORMAT: w/e man

Kurt was already dressed for the fine sport of fencing, with his mask tucked under one arm and his foil held in his tail. He gave Scatty a little bow in greeting, theatrical as he tended to be, and grinned. True, he taught fencing and hosted a club for the students, but it was a little more rare to spend time with somebody he could truly compete against. He hadn't spent time with Scathach as a friend in an age, he felt, which was a shame.

"I thank you for wasting your Friday on little ol' me," he started, extending a hand to her. "You are well?"

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[themisfit]

"It certainly doesn't help."

He always felt like he couldn't get clean, in weather like this, like he was constantly supporting a sweaty coating. Gross stuff. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, finishing his water quickly. His mind is stuck, for a moment, on where to proceed conversation-wise. He's in an awkward period of time, he thinks, in which he has nothing to say save for things in subjects he's unsure of how to broach. The latter, of course, is not something for a visit like this. It is meant to be light.

"Apart from the prom, then, is there any news where you are concerned? We have not talked for a little bit, all of this occasional chaos with world-switching and the like."

[symmachy]

She understands awkwardness when she sees (and senses) it. But Scathach herself isn't entirely socially adept--the world and its ideas of socially acceptable behavior change so quickly to her. And there always seems to be so little time to catch up. So instead of supplying conversation herself, she stands there rather lamely, taking another sip of water, hoping Kurt will know where to go from here.

Luckily, he does. Her brow creases, she turns the closed bottle over in her hands. "I don't like it, for one. Jumping dimensions once against my will was one thing, but twice or more? It isn't natural." Because dimension-jumping can be natural at all. "It needs to be stopped."

[themisfit]

"As someone who's jumped dimensions more than a couple of times, I have to agree," he answers. A smile comes up in spite of the seriousness of the matter, because it takes his mind back to those moments in his past. It's the good bits that he remembers instantly, the oddness of the worlds beyond the Well at the Center of Time and the camaraderie of Excalibur's 'Cross-Time Caper.' The situation here, however, is a different one altogether.

"They've so far been less-than-hospitable, in one way or another, and Vulcanus sealed the fate of one of the two. Things can only get more elaborate from here."

[symmachy]

Very few of the dimensions Scathach had visited were nice. Terribly hot or cold, far too bright or drenched in darkness--shadowrealms generally operated on extremes. Earth was certainly one of the most mild of them.

She rubs at her temples, as if she can already feel the headache all of this is going to cause, probably in the near future. "Just what we need." At least Kurt makes it easy to joke, even when things seem to be getting dire.

[themisfit]

"Oh, yes." He smiles, though he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his own in a gesture similar to hers, as if he can sense the impending mess. Joking is, of course, right in line with how he deals with such things. She is right on that front, and he moves smoothly into the pick-up. "I know all I needed in life was a little more potential trauma. I haven't really been pushing my ability to recover from that sort of thing lately, you know."