Kurt had his feet on his seat, sitting curled up, staring angrily at the floor of the bus as he yanked off his sock, a big, grey blob of what used to be gum stuck on the bottom. "Eeeck. Disgusting...", he mumbled. Meanwhile, as he mourned the loss of one of his favorite pair of socks, he was the center of attention on the bus, as he had been for the past day or so. That's what he got, boarding a charter bus to get to New York. An old woman, grey with age, almost angrily stared at him, shaking her head now and then. He once gave her a friendly wave, but she only responded with a terrible grimace.

He sighed, and took off his other sock. Now his feet were cold. The little bit of fur that covered his body didn't do much for cold weather. He stared out the window, then cheered up. He recognized the street now! After a many long months, he was finally back where he should be, a place he probably was better off never leaving.

The bus stopped, the driver, a short balding man, opened the doors, but Kurt was so happy, his tail wagged and he simply teleported off the bus, much to the surprise and displeasure of the passengers. He grinned back at his fellow passengers, took a bow, then turned on his heel, and bounded up to the mansion. The bus driver shook his head, the old lady frowned hard at the smell of brimstone, and the bus pulled off.

Kurt happily did a cartwheel up to the mansion, landed on the grass, feeling it cushion his bare feet. He grinned almost crazily, his fangs showing. The wide grin almost looked like he was just showing his teeth in anger, but from the deep, happy chuckle coming from his throat, no one could have mistaken it for anything else but pure glee.

He jumped, did a flip in the air up the steps, then stopped right before he knocked on the door. He wondered who was still around. Recent activities, he wasn't sure how many of his friends were still around, or even alive. Who else had joined or left the X-Men. Would the students be mean to him, even tease him because of his appearance?

He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts. "Just knock, you stupid head. They'll vant you back..." He sighed, then rapidly started knocking.

The sound of running and crunching leaves filled Karsten's head as he dreamed. He had slept in, due to the nightmare he was having. He wasn't sure if it was reality or fake. He didn't have powers to see the future or anything he just had nightmares about his past. It happened to everyone with bad pasts every once and a while. He remembered the night his mother died and the memory of what he saw while he ran miles away to find their father ran through his head. He saw his feet the night he had, running furiously. His hand had clenched this his little sister's. She was sobbing but he had to ignore it. There was no time to mourn for their mother for they had to find their father and run away. The mutant hating organization would kill them without a second thought and he couldn't allow himself to lose anyone else. His sister fell crying, speaking how she couldn't go on. He simply picked her up and sprinted on, what looked like lighting surrounding his body as anger welled up inside of him. He ran on, shooting lightning strikes at any in the organization that tracked them down. It had been a long journey he dreamed about often... But this time something different happened. He was attacked and couldn't do anything... His sister was taken away as he was forced to the ground. She screamed his name, sobbing and begging for him to save her...

He woke up gasping, shooting up out of his bed in a cold sweat. He smudged away the perspiration from his forehead, sliding his hands into his hair as he took a calming breath. His father always taught him methods to calm down, such things as breathing exercises and deep thinking. It usually worked but right now it didn't. What if he hadn't saved his sister that night? What if, because he had made one mistake, she was dead today? The fact is, he realized, that she was alive because of him today. He wondered why he always had nightmares of her dying. That was probably because it was his worst fear, not being able to protect her. After all she was a very young mutant and there was no way she could protect herself on her own. His sister was smart but that didn't mean worth a s*** against a powerful human that wanted her dead... He bit his lip and tried to clear his thoughts, only slightly succeeding; the thoughts still were in his head a little as he whistled a song, trying ever so hard to get rid of that nightmare.

He slipped on some clothes, brushed his hair and teeth, and then made his way down. It had to be about noon or something by the looks of the sky. He couldn't believe he fell asleep that long. Deep in his thoughts he didn't even hear the knocking. He was walking towards the door, his head pounding due to his newly formed headache. He slid hand into his hair, opening the door with his free one. His eyes fell on the blue feet and his eyebrows lifted. He looked up from the toes up and when he saw a blue creature smirking his eyebrows lifted and he stiffened. He had seen physically mutated people but not much and not as bad as this guy. He let out a surprised yelp.

He laughed nervously when he realized how mean that would look. He never judged people on his looks but he hadn't expected someone to be at the door because he hadn't really been listening to the knocking. He sighed in relief, managing a small smile. "Sorry I was just going to go for a walk. You surprised me is all." He held out his hand for a proper greeting, still holding the smile amazingly. "I'm Karsten Leventis... And you are?"

Kurt jumped back a bit too when the boy answered the door. He chuckled a little. "Don't vorry. You surprised me too," he said with a smile. He grabbed the boy's outstretched hand and shook it vigrously. "I'm Kurt, Kurt Vagner...", he said, then with a little more effort, "Er...'Wagner'. The German accent, sorry, mien friend." He stepped aside so the boy could get out the door. "I'm going to assume you are a student here, eh? A mutant? Obviously, I am too. I vas simply looking for one of your instructors, my former comrades, the X-Men? Have you seen any of them this morning? Its important I talk to them...", he said, his tail drooping a bit behind him.

He was anxious, as he should be. He had been gone for awhile, and he felt that he left too soon after he had healed. He felt that God had a calling for him, but he now knew that it was simply what he wanted for himself, not what God want for him. He felt his place was back home, amongst his fellow mutants, like the young man before him.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and managed a small smile when the blue man said that he scared him too. "I'm sorry." He really meant it too, giving an apologetic smile. "I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings..." Which gets me in trouble but... Oh well. He thought to himself. He looked up at Kurt, instead of seeing a freaky blue dude seeing an actual person. He was used to people like Kurt being his friends. He always made friends with mutants, no matter how 'freaky' they so called look. He didn't find Kurt scary. He was sure his sister would have a field day trying to make friends with him though... She liked interesting things and Kurt was defintely interesting looking. Karsten of course wasn't going to mention his skin. That would just be mean. And if his sister came by he would probably cover her mouth... She tended to say very rude things to people without thinking about it. Ah the joys of being a kid where you can say anything you want, right? Karsten saw himself as far from a kid however so he acted more like an adult; or at least tried to.

When Kurt introduced himself Karsten was about to say 'Nice to Meet You Kurt Vagner', but then the man corrected himself and said his last name was Wagner and apologized for his accent. Karsten hadn't really noticed the accent to be honest. He usually noticed a lot of things but today he was sort of drifting around, unknowing and not in the greatest of moods. Of course the fact that he was in a iffy mood wasn't going to affect how he would be nice to Kurt. He always made sure to be pleasant with people unless they piss him off or something.

When Kurt stepped aside he stepped out, leaning against the railing with a kind smile. Kurt asked him if he had seen any of the X-Men around, saying that it was important for him to talk to them. Karsten frowned and looked up a little, thinking. "Um... I'm new here but they usually help out X-Students like me in the danger room and stuff... Usually that white haired lady is there and that scary dude." He blushed ashamed. "I honestly don't know their names or much about them yet. But I do know they're great people." He smiled, very appreciative of the X-Men even letting him in this place.

Karsten looked at Kurt interested now. Surely he had an interesting power right? That or he just had a physical mutation. "So what powers do you have?" He asked this due to his curiosity. He liked to know things so he tended to ask many questions of people.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, yeah, they are great people...", he said, his voice a little sad. He had missed his friends, but he didn't know if the feelings were mutual. He guessed he would just have to wait around a bit and see if they popped up. Kurt sighed, his tail absolutely limp as it got when he was sad. But, he was glad that Karsten seemed to like them well enough, even though he hadn't been there long enough to remember their names.

But, at the question on what were his powers, Kurt's tail came back to life. "Ah...I vas vondering vhen the question vould come up...", he said, shaking his finger at Karsten. He did a back flip off the stairs and in mid-flight, vanished with a cloud of purple smoke, the smell of brimstone, and a loud "BAMF". He reappeared all the way down the driveway, where he landed on his feet, sticking the landing. He bowed a bit, then leaped into the air, vanished again with a "BAMF", then reappeared high above Karsten, flying through the air, and grabbed onto the outside wall of the mansion, sticking effectively. "Hahaha!", he laughed as he let go of the wall, fell through the air, "BAMF"ed as he vanished, then landed on his feet at the bottom of the stairs, grinning madly.

"That, mien friend, is vhat I can do...", he said. He straightened his jacket a bit, then walked back up to Karsten. "So, if you don't mind, and its not too dangerous, vhat can you do?"