1964-05-16 - Neue Freunde?
Summary: Kurt Wagner and Erik Lensherr meet. Part 1.
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erik nightcrawler 


Midtown isn't necessarily one might go if they were an obvious mutant such as Kurt, but there's a little deli nestled in and among all the fancier shops and restaurants. This deli specializes in German and other Eastern European delicacies and once he heard of it, he knew he needed to explore it. There's a hesitance as he entered but upon offering a greeting in German they were a little friendlier. At least friendly enough for them to take his money as he purchased a few food items that reminded him of home. That is, until a patron came in, got freaked out, and he was told to leave.

It wouldn't be a little neighborhood deli if an argument didn't break out, this one in German, culminating in Kurt agreeing to sit at one of the couple of cafe tables outside to eat so that the patron won't have to look at him gracing the inside of such an establishment.

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This deli is also one that would attract Erik's attention, given the food it serves. He arrives at the place wit ha thoughtful frown on his lips. Auburn hair has been carefully combed and blue eyes are intense a sthey study the inside of the building. He greets politely in German as Nightcrawler had and, of course, no one gives the man a second glance. he even looks like he was German.

So it is that Erik witnesses the freaked out patron and overhears the arguing. He clears his throat darkly, scowling at the people gathered as Kurt finds himself urged outside. Erik crosses his arms over his chest. SNippers of conversation follow with gems like, "Do you know who I am?" and "That man has every right to be here-"

Soon enough Erik is also exiled outside and he finds himself sitting near where Kurt has placed himself contemplating the sandwich he had purchased. "They call these kosher," he muses quietly. "I wonder if it's true." Kurt, for his part, receives a nod from the decidedly more human looking man nearby.

"I hope your food is good at least?" Erik asks as he looks up from his table.

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Nightcrawler looks up as another man joins him at the outside tables. There's a blink when he's addressed in German although at this particular place, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. "I would think that if they say it is kosher it is? There are many Jewish people here in New York and I think that if they lied, this place would be out of business." He attempts a little smile then but it doesn't quite make it into a full expression. "Ja, the food is good. And your's?" His own German has a tinge of another mishmash of accents in there, but it does seem to be his native tongue. Or one of them. "You should be careful, being seen talking to me." Sometimes people ignore him. Sometimes, like today, they don't.

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"How would you tell if the hand of a Jewish man were in the cooking?" Erik responds in a reasonable tone. He glances over his corned beef and pickle on rye before shrugging and moving to take a bite. The man chews thoughtfully for a moment and swallows before returning Kurt's smile with a rather restrained one of his own. "It's excellent, actually." He furrows his brow for a second before adding, "I really needn't worry but thank you. My name is Erik. I take it you've not been to this deli before?" He glances at the building as if to say, 'given the reception'. Erik. He fits the description of Erik Lehnsherr, certainly. The famed Master of Magnetism, as the press was causing him. A controversial figure in the crusade for Mutant Rights, certainly.

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Yellow eyes look over at the other man quickly as he introduces himself. Maybe he's heard of the man, maybe he's put a few things together. "Kurt," is offered and he then shakes his head, "No. I usually go to one much further uptown, but I heard this was closer. I don't know that I will able to come here again, though. It -is- very good." But if the reception continues to be as it was, he should probably stay away. "I don't know if it is a battle I wish to fight."

He look like he's about to say something else, but the words just don't seem to be making themselves work right. "How long have you been here in America?" That seems a better thing to say.

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"I came to America several years ago now, after traveling in Israel and Poland," Erik responds quietly. He studies Kurt for a moment before continuing, "Anyway. I wouldn't give people who treat you this way your business. No. Iti s a battle you must fight… But not to the benefit of people like these." Another glance follows, turned on the building beside them. "How long have you been in America. From your voice it seems as though you've… Traveled extensively, perhaps?" Erik can't quite put his finger on it though he is clearly trying torecall something that might relate to Kurt's appearance.

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"Ahh, I have not been to those places!" Kurt's smile grows a little more genuine until it fades at the next words. "Perhaps not. They do not seem like bad people and I always like to give people a second chance. Maybe that is a fault of mine." He isn't sure about this place yet, but the food -is- good. Maybe he'll just have to come at odd times…and give it that second chance.

To answer the question, "I've been here for almost a year. Before I was traveling with the Circus," and he even gives the name of the troupe in case it's potentially recognized. "I am also Romany. I'm told sometimes that comes through when I speak," at least to native German speakers.

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"Ah, that would explain it," Erik agrees when Kurt mentions being Romani. He does not react to mentions of the circus other than to arch a brow and take a slow, deep breath. Erik takes another bite of his sandwich,chewing slowly and carefully as he considers what he wishes to say nex.t"So what are you doing in town? Have you been able to find suitable lodging… Work?" The question out he takes another bite from the sandwich in front of him, chewing in lieu of unnecessary speech.

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Nightcrawler shrugs and works on his own food, "Well, I was no longer welcome in Europe…they decided either I had to stay hidden or put the Circus at risk, so I left. I am staying with a friend and his place is just fine. He is away a lot so I am making sure it stays safe." His cheerful grin returns. There's another shrug at the mention of work, "I had a job, working at a pub in Mutant Town until the police raided it. I have not gone back. I sometimes help make sure the kids in the neighborhood are safe…they are quite nice." And accepting. "It is not so easy for me to work so openly," and he knows it.

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