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"All right, meine freund. I know you better than this." Kurt announces to the quiet forest around him as crouches down in the bushes and scans for the slightest movement that might hint at Logan's presence. "Tell me why you wanted me out here."
The chirping of distant birds is Kurt's only reply.
"I am not in the mood for games, Logan." Kurt stands and with a look of scorn he turns as if to walk back to the mansion.
"How much do you really know about Romana?" Logan's voice echoes through the woods.
Kurt freezes, his hands balling into tight fists. "What do you mean, Logan?" he asks without turning around.
"What if she has a deep dark secret?" the bushes rustle slightly to the left of Kurt's vision.
- There! -
Kurt teleports and reaches out to grab Logan, only to barely catch the glimpse of boots disappearing into the foliage.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want the truth, elf. There was a time where we were on equal par. Now you're soft, and you can't even find me. How do you expect to help Romana?" Logan's voice goads from his hiding place.
"If Romana is in some danger, you have to tell me, Logan." Kurt pleads to the wind.
"I don't have to do Jack!" Logan growls in answer. "You talk about strength of faith, but faith isn't going to fight your battles for you! Faith isn't going to help Romana!"
"Gehen zu Tot, Logan!" Kurt bites out as he teleports to higher ground in the trees. "You had no right to do this behind my back!"
-Gott im Himmel! I am wasting time chasing Logan while something is going wrong with Romana. Wait. he's trying to keep me rattled so I can't focus! I have to calm down and out-fox him, or I will never learn the truth -
"Maybe you are jealous, Logan." Kurt says softly as a plan forms in his mind, and he begins a rapid series of teleports through the woods. -bamf- "You are a bitter old man, Logan." -bamf- "You can't stand the fact that I am in love," -bamf- "That Jean is in love," -bamf- "And that no one is in love with you!" - Wait! There, a distinct growl and sound of claws! -
-bamf-
Kurt appears above and behind Logan and catches him angered and off guard. He plants his flying feet into Logan's back, sending him to the ground as Kurt flips over Logan's body to land in front of him. Logan gets up and Kurt leaps onto him, knocking him back to the ground.
"What have you done to Romana?" Kurt yells into Logan's face, his yellow pupils glowing bright.
"Done? What has she done to us?" Logan retorts and flips Kurt off his chest with a knee plant. "You bring her here so she can sidle up to us all nice and sweet, but she's a whole lot more than she lets on. There's something wrong with that one, even if she doesn't know it. Jean just took her somewhere where she can get some help." Logan dusts himself off as he stares warily at Kurt, who is kneeling on all fours.
Kurt winces, as he recalls saying almost the same thing when he first met Romana. "You had no right, Logan." He says quietly as he stares at the ground, his hands digging into the dirt. "She came to me for help and understanding, not to be put under the microscope!" Kurt teleports with a thought and his fist strikes out of the swirling smoke into Logan's chin.
Logan's head reels back with the punch, then whips back as his hand strikes out and slams Kurt against the thick trunk of a nearby tree. "Your lady is being messed with magically, fuzzy, and she doesn't know why or how. She didn't want to tell you, because she was afraid you'd run." Kurt struggles in Logan's grasp as he continues with a growl, his face snarling inches away from Kurt's. "So what are you going to do now, bub? Are you going to run away, back to your little church, or are you going to stand up for what you believe in and fight for her?"
With a heated stare and panting breath, Kurt answers. "Where.is.she?"
"What are you going to do when you find her?"
Kurt ceases his struggling and thinks deeply. He takes a deep breath, and then answers with a determined look on his face, "I am going to help her and love her no matter what."
"Good answer. Jean took her to this guy." Logan grunts as he pulls a cigar stub from his belt and chomps on it, and then pulls a lighter and a card from his belt. He smiles around the stub and flips the card at Kurt, who deftly catches it as Logan lights his cigar.
Kurt scans the card excitedly and reads the name in the flowing script.
Dr. Stephen Strange
Scholar of the Occult
177A Bleecker St.
Greenwich Village, N.Y.C., NY
~Meetings by appointment only~
"I've never heard of this man," Kurt says doubtfully.
"He came recommended by Chuck, so that seemed a good a place as any to start. Here." Logan replies as he reaches into his boot cuff and pulls out a key that he tosses to Kurt. "You can take Cyke's bike. I don't think he'll miss it. Catch ya later, elf." Logan snickers to himself as he walks into the woods.
"Danke, meine freund." Kurt says to the retreating Logan as he clutches the card in his hand. -I'll find you no matter where you are, Romana. Just hold on- With a swirl of smoke Kurt disappears into the night.
"All right, meine freund. I know you better than this." Kurt announces to the quiet forest around him as crouches down in the bushes and scans for the slightest movement that might hint at Logan's presence. "Tell me why you wanted me out here."
The chirping of distant birds is Kurt's only reply.
"I am not in the mood for games, Logan." Kurt stands and with a look of scorn he turns as if to walk back to the mansion.
"How much do you really know about Romana?" Logan's voice echoes through the woods.
Kurt freezes, his hands balling into tight fists. "What do you mean, Logan?" he asks without turning around.
"What if she has a deep dark secret?" the bushes rustle slightly to the left of Kurt's vision.
- There! -
Kurt teleports and reaches out to grab Logan, only to barely catch the glimpse of boots disappearing into the foliage.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want the truth, elf. There was a time where we were on equal par. Now you're soft, and you can't even find me. How do you expect to help Romana?" Logan's voice goads from his hiding place.
"If Romana is in some danger, you have to tell me, Logan." Kurt pleads to the wind.
"I don't have to do Jack!" Logan growls in answer. "You talk about strength of faith, but faith isn't going to fight your battles for you! Faith isn't going to help Romana!"
"Gehen zu Tot, Logan!" Kurt bites out as he teleports to higher ground in the trees. "You had no right to do this behind my back!"
-Gott im Himmel! I am wasting time chasing Logan while something is going wrong with Romana. Wait. he's trying to keep me rattled so I can't focus! I have to calm down and out-fox him, or I will never learn the truth -
"Maybe you are jealous, Logan." Kurt says softly as a plan forms in his mind, and he begins a rapid series of teleports through the woods. -bamf- "You are a bitter old man, Logan." -bamf- "You can't stand the fact that I am in love," -bamf- "That Jean is in love," -bamf- "And that no one is in love with you!" - Wait! There, a distinct growl and sound of claws! -
-bamf-
Kurt appears above and behind Logan and catches him angered and off guard. He plants his flying feet into Logan's back, sending him to the ground as Kurt flips over Logan's body to land in front of him. Logan gets up and Kurt leaps onto him, knocking him back to the ground.
"What have you done to Romana?" Kurt yells into Logan's face, his yellow pupils glowing bright.
"Done? What has she done to us?" Logan retorts and flips Kurt off his chest with a knee plant. "You bring her here so she can sidle up to us all nice and sweet, but she's a whole lot more than she lets on. There's something wrong with that one, even if she doesn't know it. Jean just took her somewhere where she can get some help." Logan dusts himself off as he stares warily at Kurt, who is kneeling on all fours.
Kurt winces, as he recalls saying almost the same thing when he first met Romana. "You had no right, Logan." He says quietly as he stares at the ground, his hands digging into the dirt. "She came to me for help and understanding, not to be put under the microscope!" Kurt teleports with a thought and his fist strikes out of the swirling smoke into Logan's chin.
Logan's head reels back with the punch, then whips back as his hand strikes out and slams Kurt against the thick trunk of a nearby tree. "Your lady is being messed with magically, fuzzy, and she doesn't know why or how. She didn't want to tell you, because she was afraid you'd run." Kurt struggles in Logan's grasp as he continues with a growl, his face snarling inches away from Kurt's. "So what are you going to do now, bub? Are you going to run away, back to your little church, or are you going to stand up for what you believe in and fight for her?"
With a heated stare and panting breath, Kurt answers. "Where.is.she?"
"What are you going to do when you find her?"
Kurt ceases his struggling and thinks deeply. He takes a deep breath, and then answers with a determined look on his face, "I am going to help her and love her no matter what."
"Good answer. Jean took her to this guy." Logan grunts as he pulls a cigar stub from his belt and chomps on it, and then pulls a lighter and a card from his belt. He smiles around the stub and flips the card at Kurt, who deftly catches it as Logan lights his cigar.
Kurt scans the card excitedly and reads the name in the flowing script.
Dr. Stephen Strange
Scholar of the Occult
177A Bleecker St.
Greenwich Village, N.Y.C., NY
~Meetings by appointment only~
"I've never heard of this man," Kurt says doubtfully.
"He came recommended by Chuck, so that seemed a good a place as any to start. Here." Logan replies as he reaches into his boot cuff and pulls out a key that he tosses to Kurt. "You can take Cyke's bike. I don't think he'll miss it. Catch ya later, elf." Logan snickers to himself as he walks into the woods.
"Danke, meine freund." Kurt says to the retreating Logan as he clutches the card in his hand. -I'll find you no matter where you are, Romana. Just hold on- With a swirl of smoke Kurt disappears into the night.