1963-12-09 - Angels and Demons...Chatting!
Summary: Warren seeks out Kurt to ask his advice on being an open Mutant.
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warren nightcrawler 


Darkness comes early in the winter, and the sky has just turned dark, the city lighting up in its stead. And few would believe some of the things that come out in the dark in this city. High in the cold night air a figure circles that would surely spark some eye rubbing if anyone were to notice it.

Few look up, and fewer look closely enough to notice that the figure with huge white wings is too large to be a bird, not to mention having a few too many limbs, and a head of golden blond hair. The Angel is scanning the area below, putting his superior eyes to work. There is a man he'd like to talk to, and unfortunately he only knows where he last saw him, and despite being extremely distinctive, the mutant in question is also particularly hard to spot in the shadows.

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Nightcrawler doesn't tend to spend much time in the Village or, oddly enough, Mutant Town, but when he hears news of places needing volunteers, he goes — Not that he has much else to do during the day. Today was spent volunteering with those putting together a food and clothing drive for those in need this Winter Season and, as it's gotten dark while they were working, he has offered to walk some of the others back to their homes. Maybe they were nervous traveling so close to Mutant Town and figured that if there was an obvious one with them, they'd be safe? Maybe they just didn't want to go home in the dark alone? Who can say, but the escort was accepted.

He could teleport them, but that might freak them out even more. He could also just teleport back to Hell's Kitchen, but sometimes even Kurt wants some time to walk and think and take in the city at night. If he's accosted, -then- he'll 'bamf' away, but for now he's happy to walk along and admire the holiday decorations or merely muse on such a strange city; it advocates peace and harmony during the holidays but yet 'separate but equal'? The two just don't mesh in his mind.

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Seeing the man he is looking for in the company of several others, Angel waits until most of the grouping has peeled way to their respective homes. Then, as Kurt and the last of his companions turn onto a relatively quiet sidestreet, he descends, spiraling down and then backwinging to halt his momentum at the last moment and come to a light landing. The wings fold in close to his back, surprisingly compact as he says, "Good Evening." A simple, cordial greeting, as if nothing about it were out of the ordinary.

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The younger woman that Kurt was walking home stops in her tracks and stares at the winged man as he lands in front of them. "Oh my god, oh my god, are we gonna die??" She looks quickly to Kurt and, because they aren't far from her home, takes off at a dead sprint to duck inside and lock the door behind her. "Death ain't gonna get me today!" she calls out before slamming the door.

Kurt just blinks and lifts his eyebrows as he isn't even given a chance to explain before she runs off. He watches her for a moment before he looks back at Angel, "Good evening, mein Freund. That was certainly a first…usually they run when they see -me-."

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Warren sighs and shakes his head, "It's not the first time. One of the many reasons I usually hide the wings. Some people react… oddly to the sudden appearance of an angel. I've had everything from declarations of the Apocalpyse to tearful confessions. It's almost easier when I'm with some old friends. Then they just yell "mutant". He looks at Kurt and smiles. "I wanted to thank you for your help the other day. There was something very wrong with that woman with the dog. But also… I was hoping to talk with you about a few things.

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"Are you?" Kurt tilts his head up, "Are you an Engel…Angel?" Maybe he's asking about the term, maybe he's asking for confirmation for his own curiosity. At the mention of the thanks, he shrugs, "You do not need to thank me. I did what was right. The woman was wrong. The man will recover, but maybe he will think about bothering people now." He made sure to ask about him. As the talk seeks to turn to other subjects, however, he looks about the neighborhood before offering, "Maybe we should talk somewhere else?" A 'demon' and an 'angel' conversing in the middle of the East Village might get a little too much attention. Glancing up, he nods to one of the rooftops, "Shall I meet you up there?"

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Warren smiles and gives a small laugh, "An Angel? Hardly. But it is what I'm usually called. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that people judge on appearance." To the suggestion about the rooftop, he nods, then wlaunches himself into the air. He flies fast, but of course not as fast as Kurt can be there.

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Since he can see it, Kurt is able to 'bamf' up there, disappearing and reappearing in a cloud of dark, brimstone-laced smoke. It's chilly but he has on a scarf and a winter coat (borrowed) that is probably too large for him but it helps with the warmth factor. He's perched on the edge of the rooftop, peering down at the neighborhood when Warren joins him. "If it is about the School, I still do not wish to go. I don't need to go to School, it would be silly for me to be in a school with children, and I do not wish to hide away to be 'safe'." It's all said with a friendly smile though…it's what they last spoke about outside of the dog attack.

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Warren shakes his head and smiles, "And no, it is not about the School. In fact, it is your adamant refusal to hide that made me seek you out. My circumstances have changed considerably lately." He turns for a moment, looking out over the rooftops towards the financial district. "I don't recall if I told you who I am. My name is Warren Worthington III. I have had all the advantages of being born into a family with its own business empire." He pauses and gives a sigh, "And with the recent death of my father, those businesses are now in my hands."

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Nightcrawler turns on his toes, still crouched on the ledge, to look at Warren, "Hide? I did not have a choice, mein Freund. I cannot hide…if I did, I would never be able to show my face!" He's almost chipper about it, really. As the name is given, he grins, "Do you forget, Herr Engel, I am not from here? Your name is your name. It means nothing to me except to know who you are." He isn't going to be impressed by celebrity. "Do you enjoy running a business? I think it must be boring, to sit in an office all day und look at numbers." Because that's what people do, right? That and count money?

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Warren gives a soft chuckle, "No, I remember. But Worthington Incorporated is large enough that they've heard of us in many parts of the world. Which… is closer to the reason I came to talk." He pauses, "Running the business may not be as… entertaining as some of what I did in school, but it has occured to me thta I have an opportunity to do more good with it than I've ever done flying around with my friends." He looks at Kurt, "I want to use my wealth and the power that goes with it to help people like us. And I had some thoughts on how I might do that. But, well, I've spent years hearing about how just having a known mutant son could ruin my father. About how I had to be careful to hide what I am. And now… I'm not certain which way I could do more good."

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Kurt isn't the most cosmopolitan; he's traveled and he's been places, but when it comes to the Business World, he knows very little about it. But he doesn't comment on that. Instead, he listens, yellow eyes watching the angelic mutant. "If you offer to help those like us, will it hurt your business? I am sorry about your father," and he truly seems to be, "Will it hurt your mother or the other people close to you?"

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Warren accepts the offered condolence with a nod, but then shakes his head, "As of now, I am the Worthington family. I lost my mother when I was quite young. Will it hurt my business? Almost certainly. At least… at first. Long term, I think it could be a boon. One of the things I would like to implement immediately is a revision of hiring policies. I walk through Mutant Town I see desperation. People fear us partly for what some of us have done. And like any other group, it is the desperate who are most likely to turn to crime and violence. The world is changing for the better, and I think I can help see that it includes us. I am going to make it so that Worthington hires the best people for the job. Regardless of the accident of their birth or the color of their skin." He gives a smile, as that particular phrase definitely has a double meaning around Kurt.

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The declaration gets another lifted eyebrow from Kurt as he listens. After a moment of thinking about it, he offers, "I think that will be a very good thing to do but…" and there's is always a 'but'. "…Do you really think it will be the best for everyone that you have working for you? I do not mean the people who will leave because they are offended." They can do as they please as far as he's concerned. "But the people who stay und might be hurt if the company does not do well because of this new change? What if you have to let them go because you have hired too many who need the job, but now your business is not doing so well because of that?" His eyes flick to the man's wings, "Und will you continue to hide?"

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Warren looks to Kurt. "That is exactly the sort of question I have been asking myself. I have no question that changes need to be made, and that there are things I can do. But if I try to do too much too quickly…" he shakes his head. "I can make changes in my company, I can make the right sorts of charitable donations, and I can remain hidden. Or I could be the "Winged Freak at Worthington Inc.". Do I undermine my own cause by staying hidden? Or can I do more good as a rich man with a cause…" He pauses and smiles, "And a flair for trenchcoats."

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"Perhaps you will start a new…style! Everyone will be wearing the coats!" Even Kurt seems amused at his own comment. But then his smile fades and he looks to the younger man, "What do -you- want to do? Do you want to stay hiding or do you want to be yourself und deal with what the people will throw at you? Because they will throw much. Maybe it will not be so bad for you…you look like an Angel, you are young, you are not…offensive to them."

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There is a lengthy pause before Warren answers. "To walk openly. To… spread my wings. Yes, I would like to do that." He sounds less sure than the words imply, and goes on, "But I think that now may not be the right time for it. There is too much turmoil with my Father's death. I'm already questioned for my youth. I need to have the reins firmly in hand before I go public." Hehesitates, "It is, as the saying goes, a bell that cannot be un-rung."

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"So," Kurt's smile is gentle this time, "Now you know what you want und you can go from there. But you should be prepared, if you are found out. Prepared to continue to hide or to come and show everyone because we cannot hide forever. Some, maybe, can hide for a very long time, but I think it hurts our souls to lock away who we are." Really, Warren did answer his own question and dilemma.

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Warren looks to Kurt and returns the smile, "Yes. And now I know that my questions do not seem ludicrous to someone who is already living openly with what he is." He pauses, then says, "Thank you." Another pause, a smile, and he adds, "Mein Freund."

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"What is that word?" Kurt tilts his head, "I am sorry…but I do not think badly of you for asking the question. It is a good question und you are being very kind in thinking of your workers und of trying to get work for others." He hops down from the ledge and steps over to give Warren's arm a light pat, "You are a good man und that is more important than how anyone looks." The German has his smile returning, "I did not do much, but you are welcome. I am always happy to talk to friends."

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Warren nods once more. "I agree. A good man is a good man, no matter the body he wears." He pauses and then adds, "If you ever need a friend in… high places." He smiles at the joke, "It's easy eenough to call my office, now that you know who I am. You can tell my secretary you're a friend of the Angel. She knows., she'll put the call through."

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"Danke, Herr Engel," Kurt grins, "Und if you need someone who…well…if you need me, I shall do my best to help." As for if he has a telephone number, he's not sure he has permission to give that out. "I live in Hell's Kitchen, funny, ja? But I am there much of the time. Or here, helping with the volunteers if they let me."

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Angel steps up on teh lip at the edge of the rooftop and says a last farewell, "It's been a pleasure." Then he dives off. A moment later the broad spread of wings reappears above the edge as he swoops upward and soars away.

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