wildbluevagner | First Bamf [Action/Accidental Video]

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[So Kurt intially wakes up near the southern lake - in an immediate panic at the lack of clothes, even his uniform, or his image inducer. He only sees the book nearby. Curiously, he winds up peering into it and musing into it, unaware that it's recording this snippet.]

Doesn't look at all like the bayou... Where did they go? [He looks down into the book.] And where did this book come from? My name's on it. A gift from the Professor? Something about this book seems really weird... But I should try to find the others first.

[And so... this blue, fuzz demon will be teleporting around in acrid puffs of smoke, trying to stick to treetops and following the river towards the village. Every now and then, he stops just to take another look at the book. There's got to be something he's missing. And are those voices he hears from this weird book?

And as he arrives at the village, he may wind up accidentally teleporting into one of several houses. Something just seems a little off about his power here, you know? Hope this blue demon-looking guy doesn't catch you off-guard, with the dramatic smoke puffs that follow him. He could even wind up in the item or clothing shop before meeting anyone he knows.]

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Oh. Well, uh... Thanks for the directions? And the... not insulting me. [It really means a lot.]

It's nothing. I suppose new people have to...stick together, or something.

[ She is not the speech giver. ]

[He nods.]

Yeah, it's a good attitude to have. I don't think you know how relieving it is to meet someone who chooses to ask questions before throwing axes.

Edited 2012-11-10 04:52 (UTC)

It's a hatchet, specifically.

[ GET IT STRAIGHT, KURT. >( ]

And that's...something I've been working on. [ Since. Dragons becoming friends and stuff. ]

Hatchet. Right. I'm not exactly up to code on all the different kinds of weapons. [You'll have to ask Logan for that. And probably be answered by just a snarl of irritation.]

I'd say you're doing well so far.

Not everyone is. [ Here, anyway. At home people usually have a better grasp on that sort of thing. ]

Yeah, well. I've got some friends who're a good influence, I guess.

Definitely not. Me, I tend to get by going on my natural talents.

Friends are good. Friends are good!

...You mean the poofing thing? [ or do you have other mysterious talents? ]

They are. [ amused eyebrow raising, but okay. ]

I've got a few tricks up my fur, that's the main one, yeah. [And then he hops backwards to the nearest tree, sticking against it with his hands, his tail waving around freely.] I also know how to stick to a point!

I'm glad we agree on that, then.

[ ...was that a joke

if it was a joke it was a pretty bad joke man ]

Your world has to be an interesting place. [ to say the least ]

Kind of. A lot of it's real boring. Or... not so nice. Most people aren't really that accepting of... of people like me, you see.

Oh. So you're not from a place where everyone's... [ she just gestures to all of him. ]

[dude you just gestured to all of me.]

Definitely not. I'm kind of... the only one who really looks like this, aside from one or two close resemblances. Where I'm from, people look more like you. [A light attempt at a smile.] Just with less hatchets. And my people are... we're mutants. We have differences in our genes that make us not like normal humans in all kinds of different ways.

[ Hey, he learned it was a hatchet. Good job, bro. ]

Genes? [ w h a t ]

[He almost said "hatches", I swear.]

Oh, right. It's a science term, for... uh, these little little building blocks of living life, which you get through your parents. Most of the time, it works out right, making another outstanding member of the same species. But when it winds up going different, something like this happens. [He says as he waves to himself.]

[ She would have punched him. B| ]

...You know what, I don't think I really need to know. [ Sounds like Hiccup's sort of thing. ]

I get it. Science stuff can be a real headache. [Especially with someone from time that... hasn't quite gotten near that yet.] Maybe it's easier just to say that what makes me up is just a little different than what makes you up.

But, ah... The village, it's that way, no? [He points his tail in the direction she indicated earlier.]

[ Yeah, the vikings are still on torches. Genetics is asking a bit much from Astrid, who also DOES NOT CARE that much. ] Makes sense to me.

Yeah, that's the way. You can't miss it. ...Well, I suppose you could, depending on how far you can do that jumping thing, but it's pretty hard to miss.

I'll definitely be more careful about it this time. [He gives a salute.] It's been nice meeting you, Astrid. I suppose I'll be seeing you around, then.

[ Hatchet wave. ...Wow that's probably not encouraging, except she obviously hasn't attacked him with it during the entirety of this conversation. ]

Yeah, probably. See you, Kurt.

[He gives only a slight blink at the hatchet wave, but then he waves back as he turns away from her.]

See you, Astrid. And... [He looks back at her with a warm smile.] Thanks.

[His smile then turns more playful, and with a wink, he's bamfed away.]

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