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Kurt heard the young Woman speaking, and had to Drown out the Melody being played not too far off. A Dead person? He took a good look at her face, Examining each and every feature. She seemed Familiar, but he Could not be Certain. She had still captured his attention all the Same. Did she know Him? He pondered. He knew Alot of People. Odd's are he had met her previously. " I am not Sure, Do you? " His head tilted slightly as he picked through his Memories for her face.

The child thought about that for a moment with a frown, her eyes showing no sign of returning to normal for as long as the music played behind her.
"No, I don't think we have met before, but you seem to know everyone else, so..." she paused, and then smiled, almost like a child her age should, holding out a hand.
"I'm Zephyr, nice to meet you." she turned to Hope then, remembering that they were supposed to be on the same team, the Hella-Hell- the something or others.
"I think we were supposed to be on the same team or something, would the grown ups still think it unsafe if we were to do things together?" she wondered, almost seeming to ask Hope herself, trying to find a way that the grown ups wouldn't get so worried about Hope next time.

When the song ended her eyes bled back to the bright red they usually were, and she turned to applaud with the crowd, even if it had been an "enemy" playing, it didn't make the performance any less enjoyable. In fact, she was wondering about the enemy statement itself. The man seemed like the reasonable type, and she was quite curious as to why he would be an enemy in the first place. There had to be some reason, he was probably simply misguided about something. Maybe she would talk to him...

Still holding Domino's hand, he was shocked that Hope listened to her. He used their psychic link to talk to her..."Playing mother hen Dom? Now that's something that used to scare you to death..."

Turning his attention back to Hope, "Yeah one last..." Cable stopped in mid sentence. Out the corner of his eye for a moment...he thought he saw Nightcrawler "Kurt?" he said to himself. Is that possible that he's alive some how?

Kurts brow rose as he chuckled lightly. His tail shifted beneath his coat as he watched to two girls chat. Ah, To be Young again. He made a quick glance at their surroundings. No one seemed to be paying attention. He let his hand fall from his pocket, Three blue digits clasping Zephyr's hand. " My Name is Kurt, Kurt Wagner. They-," He motioned his head towards Cable,and the Others " Call me Nightcrawler. " He Smiled warmly, his fangs brightly shining below the suns light. " It is nice to Meet you. "

"So we're old enough to be on a team and to kill people, but not old enough to go to the park in pairs? How does that work?" Zephyr asked with a frown, not understanding much of anything these crazy people seemed up to.
She looked up at Kurt then, reaching to shake his hand, but pausing not only at the sight of his fangs, but the sight of his blue hand. for only a moment, it looked like it could have been a judging look, but then an excited smile crossed her face as she shook the hand. She looked around, and then leaned in to whisper.
"You've got hands and teeth kinda like the Pixi I see sometimes! Are you fun like one too?" she asked, once again referring to something that was common place in her life without a single thought that they would not have the first idea what she was talking about.
"Although, I haven't seen the little trouble makers in some time...I wonder what happened to them...probably hiding some other people's keys in the freezer!" she laughed, letting go of his hand. She had a bad habit of talking about the supernatural, mostly because it was the only good thing in her life she did have to talk about, so it was one of the only conversation starters she had.

Half-dozing under her tree, Cal blinked and lifted her head off her arms. Flight of the Bumblebee? Erik must love showing off. Gathering her shattered courage (as well as her bag of tricks), she climbed to her feet and walked back across the park to where the crowd gathered. Skirting the outer fringes, she dropped her bag and shoes at the trunk of the tree she'd climbed earlier and scrambled up to the sturdy branch overlooking the small area. She didn't have even the vaguest clue how the instruments had gotten there (it wouldn't have been surprising if Erik had something to do with it), but she'd never been happier to see them.

She slumped down on the branch in her Cheshire Cat pose with her chin on her hands, and smiled slightly. Her words had evidently sunk in, because she didn't see the rage or sorrow of losing his son that she had seen for days. Music was therapy at its greatest; it was self-expression and a task to focus on instead of the grief and pain. Cal wished she'd had something when her world had come falling in on her.

Turning round, Cable was even more shocked to see Nightcrawler "Kurt?! Your alive?! How..." thinking for a minute best he figured somebody must have come up with some plan resurrecting him. He then continued to answer Kurt's question "If you talking about Madelyne Pryor then yes I know her...She was my mother by birth. But the title of mother isn't something she deserves, and I can never think of her in that way"