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Post by Nightcrawler on Nov 4, 2009 15:19:24 GMT
This was a bad idea.
Kurt Wagner checked his image inducer for what must have been the eightieth time since he’d gotten off the boat to Liberty Island. His amber looking eyes, that would have been a sulfuric yellow if it weren’t for the watch that kept himself looking inconspicuous, darted around; as if waiting to be pulled aside for a scolding or even some sort of slap for being out in the open like this. Disguise or no, he felt as if he were breaking a rule.
He pulled his jacket closer to his body not because he was warm but rather because he thought it might shield what he really was from the people around him only that much more. Awkwardly, Kurt moved with the crowds of human traffic; all in line to head towards the elevator. The mutant looked frantically from the confined lift and back to the doors of the entrance. Almost as if his life depended on it, he scrambled out of place in line and let out a sigh of relief as he made his way outside. It was then, as he looked up, that he remember just what he was missing out on and let out a groan of regret.
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Post by sabbath on Nov 4, 2009 21:41:33 GMT
After stepping out of the elevator and walking past the mad rush of people shoving their way up to see the top of lady liberty he moved away from them all. The first field test of the new armor seemed to be working perfectly so he was happy. Kinda found the irony in the situation that he ended up here for the test after the last time he arrived here. In fact he could still see where they had repaired the yard from his landing. As he moved he pulled the trench coat around himself mostly to cover his chest. Carrying the briefcase that now carried his armor he noticed a young person huddled up on their own.
Coming to a rest next to the person he looked over. "Not going to head up Lady Liberty's skirt?" He smiled trying to show he was joking, in a way trying to break the ice of the situation.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Nov 8, 2009 14:34:16 GMT
“Ack! I vouldn’t go up anyvone’s…” he stammered before looking at the statue and realizing that it was, in fact, a woman’s skirt.
Kurt had practically jumped when the man spoke; not necessarily sure he was talking to him until his gaze looked around frantically for a moment before going back to the man. “Ahm… n-no. I guess I sort ov changed mein mind…” Kurt answered sheepishly; wishing that his image inducer would give him invisibility instead of making him look like everybody else. He looked almost disappointed in himself. He was doing so well too! It was disheartening on a certain level but Kurt remained at least someone composed. He let a shy smile crawl up on his holographic features.
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Post by sabbath on Nov 9, 2009 15:29:12 GMT
He looked the kid up and down, and wondered about things. But felt that it wasn’t his place to push. “So from Germany huh? You know it is one of the greatest sights in the world my friend. Trust me, I wish more of the American teens would come here and see her for what she really is.” He sighs softly as he looked back up at the green giantess and smiled softly. “Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand. A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name. Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand. Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command. The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she. With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp besides the golden door!” He sighed as he looked over at the young kid. “Sorry but this statue holds a very special place for me. You sure you don’t want to go up? You know how many men cried when they saw this beautiful lady from the railing of ships that had been their home for months. Yeah it wasn’t the greatest thing in the world when they got here, but it was here.”
Turning to the kid he held out his hand. “The name is Tony.” He often didn’t tell people his last name cause it made them respond like he was something different than what he really was. Just a man, and that was all he was. At least until he got dressed in the right clothing. He was really a man that believed that the clothes or armor made the man.
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