[Closed RP with devilstongue] ||Birds of a Feather||

[blueberry_bamf]

[For the record, Kurt's least favorite type of enemy to square off against was the magical kind. The fact that they could pull anything out of the hat at any given moment felt like cheating of the highest order. But here he was, fighting alongside Doctor Strange against something that could only be described as a eldritch horror on steroids. For added fun, it seemed able to teleport at least as quickly and agilely as Nightcrawler himself. Oh, the joy. He was beginning to wear down; even he had his limits.]

Herr Strange, I believe it is time to call for back--

[He never got a chance to finish the sentence as a coil of solidified void slammed into him a split second before he jaunted. Unable to stop the motion, Kurt found himself being thrown backwards into... into nothingness. Instead of emerging from his teleporting as usual, he fell and fell and fell--until suddenly there was atmosphere around him, sights and smells and pain as he slammed down against something-- which seconds later ripped and sent him tumbling down into a... a net. Like the one he had used to land in while practicing as a child at Der Jahrmarkt. And... it even sounded like the circus... Smelled like it... He looked up to see he had torn a hole through the striped roof of the tent. What was going on...?]

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[devilstongue]

[ There's a hole in their tent and a tiefling on the circus net, the acrobatic Knot sisters looking confused on their trapeze. At first there's just a pregnant silence among both carnies and audience before a pointy-eared man comes rushing forward and kneels next to Kurt. ]

Oh gods, are you alright?

[ He asks, and then a bit of chaos erupts. People are yelling and others are trying to calm them down, while more are gathering around the next, trying to loosen a side to help the man down without hurting him even more in case he was injured.

There were all kinds of beings - short, stout and bearded, more like the pointy-eared man, even smaller people and a towering man with greenish skin. Among them was a very purple and horned man in a colorful coat, speaking something dark and dangerous towards the newcomer. ]

[blueberry_bamf]

[Kurt is totally disoriented, unable to tell for a long moment which way is up and which is down. The variety of people...creatures...beings around him was a bit much even for a man constantly surrounded by mutants. Most of them were less... flamboyant than these folks.]

...I am... Sorry... Where... am I?

[He wasn't threatening at least, even with the twin swords strapped to his back. At the moment it was unlikely he could hurt a butterfly even if he intended to.]

[devilstongue]

Don't move, we don't know how injured you are!

[ The half-elf is clearly concerned, calling for a... cleric? ]

This is my circus. The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities. Where did you... how did you fall from the sky like that?

[ The purple man among the group crouches down next to the half-elf, tail swishing a bit in concern. ]

Break any bones?

[blueberry_bamf]

I... I do not feel injured...

[Beyond the general pounding of his head and how it seems his strength has been replaced with that of a kitten's.]

I... I am not sure. Normally my teleportation does not send me to somewhere I have never been... Or that is... not part of my world at all.

[Because he's getting that sneaking suspicion that this isn't Kansas any more, Toto.]

[devilstongue]

Is he delirious? Maybe a concussion. Please do not move, ser, the cleric is on her way.

[ Gustav (the half-elf) is sounding quite distressed, as he's both worried for the tiefling(?) and not sure how this will affect the circus.

Molly isn't so sure it's a concussion, though. ]

What's your name?

[blueberry_bamf]

...I am Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler.

[Did that man with the pointed ears say cleric? That sounded like something out of one of those roleplaying games his students easily dragged him into playing...]

Where am I? This does not look like Manhattan...

[devilstongue]

I've never heard of Manhattan. Is that a Zemnian place?

[ Molly asks, taking over a bit so that Gustav could go work the audience. No need to lose their wages for an accident, and the half-elf had fairly good people-skills.

Leaning in a bit closer, the purple man starts speaking that dark, diabolic language again. He's privately asking if Kurt is running from something, if he messed up a wizard spell... all without knowing that the blue one didn't instinctively know infernal. ]

[blueberry_bamf]

A... What place?

[And then the purple man was talking to him in a language Kurt doesn't understand. And considering he fluently speaks five languages, that was odd. It didn't sound like anything he had ever heard before. Kurt stares at the other man with a blank expression.]

I am sorry, I do not understand you... Did I... Interrupt a show?

[He instantly feels guilty, knowing how on the edge a circus's finances could be. A bad show could literally be the end.]

I am an acrobat. Is there anything I can do to help make up for my intrusion?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly is... confused, really. How could a tiefling not know infernal? It was instinctive, not learned! That confusion almost makes him lose the rest of what the blue man is saying, but he brightens up at the mention of being a performer. ]

It would probably save our asses, but I'm not sure how much you should move right now...

[ Thankfully that is when the cleric finally arrives - very small elf-like person with stage makeup on. She leans over Kurt and makes some kind of prayer before putting her hands on his chest. Cure wounds is a good spell. ]

[blueberry_bamf]

Do not worry, I have performed in worse shape...

[But he has to admit that he feels much better once the small woman placed her hands on him. Several things that felt out of place pop back into place, bruises hidden by dark fur smoothed out... Kurt blinks and gets to his feet, rolling his shoulders and flicking his tail. Huh. Everything... felt fine. He gave the healer an elaborate bow.] Many thanks, Fräulein. Now, point me in the direction of the trapeze and I will see what I can do to help save the show I seem to have almost ruined. [He grinned over at Molly.]

[devilstongue]

[ That doesn't sound like a good thing to Molly, but thankfully their cleric manages to do her job before the blue tiefling goes to perform. The audience is getting cranky, and Gustav is only able to do so much.

At Kurt's question, Molly points upwards to the trapeze, the poles on the sides having climbing hooks to them. On one side stands two of tiny small elf-like women dressed in reptile-themed costumes. ]

Those are the Knot sisters, they usually do the acrobatics.

[blueberry_bamf]

I see. Thank you, mein freund. I will do my best to undo the damage.

[Kurt doesn't need climbing hooks. He teleports up to the platform and bows across the tent to the two little women.]

Forgive me for intruding. But your circus looked like so much fun I could not help myself!

[He's a natural showman, posturing and showing off for the crowd. With the ease of a born gymnist he leaps onto the trapeze, swinging out over the ground without a care in the world. Flipping and twisting through the air, he landed beside the Knot sisters with a huge grin.]

Tell me, how am I doing?