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Despite the wounds in his back from yesterday's escapade in the Pancake House here in Mutant Town, Kurt is back, the wounds covered by inexpertly applied bandages under his bowling-style shirt and light jacket. He had to check in on those who worked at the diner, after all, and make sure that they were all right. Nevermind his own issues; other people come first. Having just stepped out of the diner, he takes a moment to sit on a stoop to catch his breath from the ache in his back. Every now and then even he needs a moment to recoup.
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Not too far away, a Harley Davidson motorcycle rests on it's kickstand. Seated casually on the seat, his legs on one side of the bike, is Scott Summers. He isn't really looking at anything in particular, and there doesn't seem to be an evident reason as to why he is here, but as Nightcrawler emerges from the diner and sits on that stoop, Scott's attention is turned on the man. "Alright over there?" he calls out.
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Nightcrawler's head lifts and he tries to hide his pained expression with a smile as he catches sight of the other on the motorcycle. A three-fingered hand is lifted in something of a wave before he calls out, "Ja…I will be fine. That is a very nice motorcycle that you have!" He doesn't quite move yet but he's mustering up the strength for it.
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Scott's expression is a little hard to discern given the visor that covers his eyes and hides them from view, but from what is visible, it is clear the man doesn't exactly believe Nightcrawler. "Someone been being mean to you?" he questions, not yet moving to leave his motorcycle. "And thanks," he says, allowing a grin to find its way to his face.
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"Mean?" is asked with a tilt of his head before Kurt chuckles…and winces. That hurt. "Nein…I was…" Well, they are in Mutant Town, "A demon tried to take me away yesterday und I am a little, ah, sore." It's an understatement. "I will be fine." Probably. He hopes that rubbing alcohol killed any potention demon-bacteria in the wounds. "You are welcome." Standing slowly, he lets out a breath before taking a couple of steps closer. "Do you need directions or are you meaning to be here?" One can't always tell these things.
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Scott presses himself up to his feet, his grin evident now at the question regarding directions. "No, thank you," Scott says with a laugh. "I just had some time and wanted to get away from the mansion," he says, stepping forward to offer his hand. "My name is Scott Summers, but my friends call me Cyclops."
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Mansion? Kurt arches an eyebrow but closes the distance to take the offered hand, "Und I am Kurt Wagner. Why do your friends call you that?" He might be trying to look through the visor to see if the man has only one eye. That would explain why he's in Mutant Town, certainly!
(Scene will be finished at a later date)