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[Exploring]
The juxtaposition from something she knew in a place so completely foreign was a bit jarring. Yet, it did seem to be a theme here, as she was already starting to find out. There was no denying that it looked just like Rogue remembered it, at least on the outside, and there was a roll within her stomach, knowing that she had been going to take the cure, and possibly give it all up.

Yet here she was.

A gloved hand pushed a stray strand of hair behind an ear, and with an in drawn breath, she moved forward. A part of her felt like it was that first day all over again, where there were strangers that were going to judge her and fear what she did, yet there was a part of her that acknowledged she wasn't that girl on the run anymore. She might still have a ways to go, but for now, she was going to look around and see whether there were any changes from the school that she knew.

[Room]
When she had first arrived at the school back in their own world, Rogue had been assigned a room. It hadn't bothered her in the least though, considering she had been on the run, sleeping where she could, hitching rides with strangers. It was how she had ended up meeting Logan, and in turn, how she had ended up at the institute in the first place. There had been more to the story, of course, but some of that was ancient history.

In the end, she had gone to that room that she had had before, and finding it empty, she entered. Leaving the door open, her fingers trailed across the familiar knob, cocking her head in thought. In the end, she left the only item that she had, being her X-Men suit, on the bed. For a few moments she remained there, looking out the window, for as much as the room was familiar, the view was certainly new. Only after did Rogue leave the room, and moving down the halls, she looked about to see who else was there.

As soon as they'd arrived at the mansion, Kurt had instantly taken to exploring every single bit of the building, trying to see if everything was the exact same or if there had been anything in particular that had changed or was out of place. So far, it had been all for naught, because from what he could tell, it's almost an exact replica of their home back in New York.

He trailed down the hallway of the dorms, head turning this way and that before stopping to focus on something outside one of the windows. Had it not been for his ultra-keen hearing, the blue boy might have run right into Rogue had he kept walking without looking, but the faint sound of footsteps caught his attention, making him turn to look at her with curiously wide eyes. There aren't a lot of people with white in their hair and not only that, he could recognize her from their chat on the network. "Rogue!" he called out, lifting one hand from his side in greeting.

Seeing him on that device was slightly different than actually seeing him in person. He was younger, just as was shown, although there was still that juxtaposition between that mutant that she had met back home and the one who was here. She knew that Logan had spoken of some changes, although Rogue hadn't gone in to too much depth about it.

Yet she smiled, turning, because even if he was younger, he still seemed much like what he had been- or will be. That was strange to think about. Even then there were some things that she picked up on. He had seemed so... Oh, she didn't know- not as scared, maybe? "Hey! Take it you've been lookin' the place over too?"

Rogue looked no different than she had appeared on the TAB screen when they'd first interacted; it's a relief, considering Logan had been able to vouch for her and from his own conversation, he gathered that she was truthful and really rather kind, if not a bit nervous. Who wouldn't have been, though? Suddenly being taken away from everything that they understand and dumped between some random planets?

This 'version' of Nightcrawler was far more accepting of his blue skin and even though he'd been awkward at times with the approach, he had been able to come out of his shell a bit more and start making friends. It's done wonders for his self-confidence, of course and perhaps it was part of the reason why he'd been able to talk so easily to her. "I sure have. Everything looks almost identical, aside from missing furniture and the empty bedrooms."

Her inability to control her own mutation would always have Rogue a bit on edge. She took steps to limit the danger that she was to others, but accidents always did happen, and an accident in a new and strange place was not something that she wanted to happen. She knew that eventually she would need to say something, even if just to the Professor, in case anything ever did go down, as touching her, even taking her bare hand, was a big no no.

"This place was crawling with students back home." Or it had been. There had been times when things had happened, and the population had fluctuated, whether by choice or not. Still, it was nice to have something familiar, even if it was just the shell. "You go and claim the room you used to have as well? One I shared didn't look like anyone was going to take it."

Thankfully, Kurt wasn't one of those people to hug another person when meeting up with them, especially since it's only their second time meeting. Although, actually standing in front of her was doing nothing to curb his curiosity about her mutation; he wanted to know, but didn't want to come off as nosy or impolite by asking.

"There were a lot when I arrived and I met even more once I actually enrolled in the school." He nodded enthusiastically toward the question about the room, though his features softened afterward, lips pressing into a thin line. "It's weird, isn't it? Being able to come into this replica and everything looks the same, but it still feels different."

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No fire, no ice, no metal skin or claws. Her abilities didn't manifest or show, at least until she managed to sap them from someone else. And even then, it wasn't really her abilities that showed, but their own. Still, she had liked Kurt before, and it was easy enough to feel the same.

"Makes you wonder if the court opens up for the jet..." Although she paused, wondering whether or not they had a jet yet. Rogue didn't know the history of it, only that it had been there. Or would be there, maybe. Her nose wrinkled, as it was still strange to think about. "Although the jet might actually be helpful here."

"Are you talking about the warplane?" The one that had exploded the school in his timeline or was she speaking of a different 'jet' entirely? He doesn't want to have to explain the whole fiasco to Rogue, so he decided to keep the conversation running as smoothly as possible. "It would be useful to get from place to place rather quickly."

For some reason, Kurt felt guilty about trying to avoid the topic of the past, but Rogue had only arrived a short amount of time ago and he saw no reason to cause her senseless stress about something that had been (mostly) okay in the end.

Warplane? It was one of those things that Rogue didn't know the history about, so she gave a little shrug. "Not certain? It's the jet that comes outta the courts. A bit of a bugger to try to fly."

Although it had been more like not crashing... And Storm had had to all but pry the controls out of her hands. "Guess we'll just have to go the old fashioned way on your feet. Or at least most of us will."

Offering the hint of a smile.

"It came out of the courts?" He averted his attention to where the location was at, blinking a few times before turning right back to Rogue. "You flew it?"

Okay, that's way cooler than anything he'd ever done; Kurt had rode in a warplane, but he'd never thought about another student piloting it. A slight grin and he sheepishly dipped his head, lifting his shoulders in a shrug.

"I would have no problem using my powers to help someone get where they need to go."

"They kinda parted." Making a motion with her hands to show how it pulled back to the side, leaving a blank spot in the middle for it to come up and out of. Yet his reaction earned a laugh from Rogue. "Not by choice! And it was dumb luck I didn't crash it. Everyone else was outside- it's a long story, but we needed to get the jet back, an' it was only Bobby and me inside."

Rogue would have considered it more scary than cool. Very scary, actually, and it wasn't something that she had done again since then. But Rogue nodded her head. "You've got a useful mutation. One I've certainly been thankful for."

"Oh, okay," stated the blue boy in understanding, raising his head to watch Rogue gesture with her hands. He perked at her laugh, biting his lower lip to stifle his own. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad! You had someone there with you, at least?" Kurt doesn't know Bobby personally, but he's assuming that the owner of the name was a mutant. Is a mutant? Ridiculous timelines.

'Scared' would be a proper reaction for someone that has never flown a plane before and they're suddenly in one with only one other person to help. Another slight smile, his tail flicking with lingering excitement. "Thank you. Again, I'm glad to have been able to help you."

Since the topic had been brought up, Kurt figured this was his chance to ask: "What's your mutation, if it's okay to ask?"

"Bobby was probably scared out of his wits too, thinkin' I was going to kill him." Hell, Rogue had been thinking that herself. He hadn't complained though, but that wasn't like Bobby anyway. He was steadfast, even if he and Kitty had gone skating at night... There was that flash of jealousy which she pushed down. No point in living that over again anyway.

She did blink though. That was right. With all of them, Rogue knew more information than they did about her. She'd seen them in action, using their mutations. Still, there is that moment of hesitation, but some of her fears have gone as time has passed, although the cure had given her a flash of hope.

"I guess it's probably better that I share what it is anyway. Keeps anything bad from happening." Even if Logan might be able to help, yet there was always the possibility that he wouldn't be around. Last thing that she needed was to be hurt and have someone trying to help her. They'd likely end up being hurt worse than she was. "Absorption. Any type of physical contact, an' it kicks in. Powers, abilities, personality, memories... I absorb them all. Not permanently, or at least I never have."

"Poor Bobby," he teased gently, unable to hold back his laughter this time, but he did raise a hand to cup over his mouth in a lazy attempt to muffle it. The brief hint of jealousy didn't go unnoticed, though Kurt mentioned nothing of it. If Rogue wanted to tell him, she would and he'd gladly wait until she was ready to do so, if the time came.

His brow creased with concern at that comment. What exactly could go bad with a power like that? It sounded like a phenomenal ability and the hand at his face lowered to reveal a wide grin beneath.

"Ausgezeichnet! What a marvelous sort of power." Of course, he had no clue about how it worked - he'd simply figured that Rogue touched or was touched and things transferred like some sort of 'link' between the two of them. Hopefully, she won't think him foolish for assuming.

It did earn a sudden laugh from Rogue, as Bobby... Well, in the grand scheme of things they had survived, and he was pretty easy going for the most part. His kindness when she had arrived was part of what had drawn her to him in the first place.

His reaction though was completely unexpected, so much so that Rogue stood there, mouth slightly opened, before her brain kicked back in. It wasn't as if she had said and I can likely suck the life right out of you and leave you dead. At least she assumed that was what would happen if she held on for too long. Magneteo was the only one that Rogue had had drawn out contact with, and that hadn't been by choice.

"That-" That was what? Wrangling her thoughts, she shook her head. "There's no on or off switch. It's always going. You can consider my touch deadly. Ah put my first boyfriend in a coma."

Another laugh and Kurt's grin widened at that, an excited warmth flooding through him at the delightful sound. What can he say? He really enjoyed making people smile and laugh; it's rewarding in it's own sort of way.

Brow creasing with confusion at her reaction, the cobalt-tinted mutant leaned his head to the side, trying to figure out if he'd said something wrong or had assumed too much, which was usually the case. She hadn't mentioned anything about it being deadly at first, so his mind wouldn't automatically jump toward that conclusion.

Still, he scrunched his nose then shook his head and took a step forward, reaching one hand out to rest lightly at Rogue's shoulder. "I'm not worried about it. You told me before that I'd rescued you with my ability, so that means I was either touching you or vice-versa."

Enough people know about her mutation at the school that they're not likely to bump in to her. They didn't treat her like she had some infectious disease anymore, nor did they give her that look of horror like when she touched Logan, taking some of his abilities after he had stabbed her with his claws. Of course, some of it might well have all been within her head.

There was a slight moment where Rogue did tense when he reached out, yet he didn't make skin contact, which likely was good. She didn't like having people in her head, and she somehow doubted that they liked her knowing all their little secrets. "You were, and are, touching my clothing, not my skin. But I prefer not to send you in to a coma."

Although some of that tension had slipped away from her shoulders.

Kurt almost withdrew at the feeling of her tensing beneath his touch, iridescent eyes widening and his mouth agape with surprise. He hadn't anticipated that reaction, although, to be fair, he wasn't exactly sure what he'd been expecting to get in return.

He'd only wanted to show Rogue that he wasn't afraid of touching her, regardless of what her mutation could do to him. What was it that Scott had said before their final battle? 'Not all of us can control our powers,' and Raven had told them--

"Don't worry about it. I'll be careful and besides, you aren't the only one that has trouble with their abilities."

Her mind did turn to Doctor Grey and to Scott. She knew that Jean had been having problems with her own abilities, although not too much beyond that. Scott always had to wear his visor, lest his eyes destroy everything in sight.

"I know. I shouldn't really complain." Even if it did suck big time. Nothing like having a boyfriend that you couldn't even get intimate with. "And- thanks. For not running away screaming, or lookin' at me like I had the plague."

All of them, mutants as a whole, they seem to have something that makes their mutation a little harder. In their case, it's Jean's strength and Scott's need to keep his eyes covered, in Rogue's, it's not being able to touch people, and in Kurt's, he has one of the more peculiar appearances, which seems to be rougher some days more than others. Nothing is easy for any of them, really.

"It doesn't sound like complaining to me. We need to accept everything about our abilities and weighing out the pros and cons is not a negative thing." He grins, gingerly squeezes Rogue's shoulder then withdraws his hand. "Of course. Your mutation makes you different, but it certainly doesn't have to 'define' you."

Maybe he would have changed his mind if he had seen her with Bobby... It wasn't that she had meant to take her frustrations out on her boyfriend, but not being able to even touch him did make her annoyed. Add to that the fact that he and Kitty seemed to get along... She did miss Bobby though.

"You're starting to sound like the Professor, you know." It was hummed lightly as a smile touched her lips. But, no matter what, there would be a part of her that would always be wary and on edge because of her mutation.

That was a possibility, but he's always been open-minded and ready to hear out each person's side of the story before making his decision.

"I ... I am?" he asked incredulously, blinking rapidly at the thought and reaching the hand he'd been holding Rogue's shoulder with back to cup the nape of his neck. "He's far wiser and smarter than I, though." Even that didn't keep him from blushing because wow, what a compliment! "I'm actually really flattered by that."

She couldn't help how her smile grew with his reaction. She wasn't certain about everything that he would go through over the years, but there was something uniquely innocent about that way that he acted with it. "Mhm. Although I can say you aren't bald when I meet you in the future."

His features briefly dropped when Rogue mentioned the whole being 'bald' thing; he still felt somewhat responsible for that, even if Charles had told him before that it wasn't his fault. Maybe not entirely, but if he'd navigated the pyramid better, fought off Angel quicker ...

Kurt shook his head, bringing the hand back around to rake through his two-toned bangs with a grin. "That's definitely gut to hear. I'd have to start wearing hats or something!"

Rogue has just always assumed that it was from old age. There are those that simply do just lose their hair, and the Professor was older. She can say that it is how she sees him, the Professor, that it gives him a presence, but it's also the only way that she had known him before coming here.

She does give a little laugh though, regarding him with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Or a wig. Blond and curly? Maybe pig tails."

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