*** When we last left off, Kurt ran into Lark...quite literally. And I still need lots of suggestions for mutant names for Lark :) Thanks for your reviews and names! ***
"Mien name is Kurt Vagner, guten tag." the boy said. He had a German accent. It wasn't exceedingly heavy, but it sounded nice. He went back to re-adjusting his watch...or...whatever it was. It certainly wasn't a regular Rolex, and he seemed desperate for it to work again, placing up the pervious image of the black haired boy. After it was back in place, he held out a hand for her to shake after a moments hesitation. Lark tried to calmly shake it, but gasped when she only felt three fingers and fur!
Kurt offered her an apologetic smile that looked like he had expected her to be shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I should haf told you. This is only a hologram. It doesn't extend to touch." Lark nodded and felt ashamed. She should have realized it was a hologram.
"No, I'm sorry. I should have known that." Lark said with resolve, giving him a firm shake and a soft smile. "My name is Jennifer Owens....but no one save for a few...people call me that. Most people call me Lark, which I prefer."
Kurt smiled and nodded, "Ja, ve know who you are Jen....Lark." Lark raised a brow at this.
"We? Am I being stalked?" she asked, pulling a little ways away from him. She looked slightly troubled, worry clouding over her gold looking eyes.
"Stalked? No, no of course not! But ve...by ve I mean ze X-Men. Mutants, like you. We live at an Institute." At this, Lark's eyes brows shot higher. 'Oh Gott.... I'm not very good at this, am I?' Kurt thought to himself. Jean was usually the one who talked and coax the new mutants to come to the mansion.
"It's not vhat you think, I'm not very good at explaining this, ja? The Institue is a mansion that Professor Xavier has. It's like a school for mutants. Ve find other mutants like us and try to help train them."
"How do you find them...us, I mean...." Lark asked, trying to take this all in. It almost seemed too good to be true. A sanctuary for people like her, a safe haven. Where none of those...people with the bandannas could get them.
"Cerebro." Kurt said, adjusting his watch on his wrist.
"Bless you."
Kurt looked at her and laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, it was warm and rich. "Nein, Cerebro is a computer system that detects mutant activity. That vas how we knew you vere here. Actually, the others are probably looking for both of us, vould you like to meet them?"
"Others?"
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BAMF!
"Mien name is Kurt Vagner, guten tag." the boy said. He had a German accent. It wasn't exceedingly heavy, but it sounded nice. He went back to re-adjusting his watch...or...whatever it was. It certainly wasn't a regular Rolex, and he seemed desperate for it to work again, placing up the pervious image of the black haired boy. After it was back in place, he held out a hand for her to shake after a moments hesitation. Lark tried to calmly shake it, but gasped when she only felt three fingers and fur!
Kurt offered her an apologetic smile that looked like he had expected her to be shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I should haf told you. This is only a hologram. It doesn't extend to touch." Lark nodded and felt ashamed. She should have realized it was a hologram.
"No, I'm sorry. I should have known that." Lark said with resolve, giving him a firm shake and a soft smile. "My name is Jennifer Owens....but no one save for a few...people call me that. Most people call me Lark, which I prefer."
Kurt smiled and nodded, "Ja, ve know who you are Jen....Lark." Lark raised a brow at this.
"We? Am I being stalked?" she asked, pulling a little ways away from him. She looked slightly troubled, worry clouding over her gold looking eyes.
"Stalked? No, no of course not! But ve...by ve I mean ze X-Men. Mutants, like you. We live at an Institute." At this, Lark's eyes brows shot higher. 'Oh Gott.... I'm not very good at this, am I?' Kurt thought to himself. Jean was usually the one who talked and coax the new mutants to come to the mansion.
"It's not vhat you think, I'm not very good at explaining this, ja? The Institue is a mansion that Professor Xavier has. It's like a school for mutants. Ve find other mutants like us and try to help train them."
"How do you find them...us, I mean...." Lark asked, trying to take this all in. It almost seemed too good to be true. A sanctuary for people like her, a safe haven. Where none of those...people with the bandannas could get them.
"Cerebro." Kurt said, adjusting his watch on his wrist.
"Bless you."
Kurt looked at her and laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, it was warm and rich. "Nein, Cerebro is a computer system that detects mutant activity. That vas how we knew you vere here. Actually, the others are probably looking for both of us, vould you like to meet them?"
"Others?"
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BAMF!
