<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/xmenmovies/images/b/b4/Nightcrawler_creepy_smile.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>      Kurt Wagner<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>         Nightcrawler<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  The Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Part Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Open, Abigail Brand<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/></strong><br/><br/>Dreadnaughts. Well, he did think they were just cheap knock-offs of Sentinels with slightly better armor. A little harder to hurt, sure but that's about all they had going for them versus Sentinels. They certainly were much dumber. Truth be told, this was getting kind of fun and the solution was so elegant to the problem they were causing.<br/><br/>He didn't want to break them because they could be used against Apocalypse, but they certainly had to be taken off his tail. So the solution was rather obvious. Purple gas clouds start to dot the landscape as the Acrobat managed to keep ahead of the deadly robots, but not too far ahead. Up ahead was his destination, and the master stroke.<br/><br/><strong>HYDRA/ Maggia Joint Headquarters<br/>Lobby</strong><br/><br/>The Purple Cloud that kicks up just outside the door is just about as startling as the mutant that steps out of it, though he was used to that himself. Walking into the Lobby of a Hotel being used as a HYDRA base like he hadn't a care in the world, the world has changed indeed. That was the secret of such things, look like you have every right to be there and they don't know what to make of you.<br/><br/>Nightcrawler has a smile on his face and a fencer's beginning stance - if his swords are still sheathed. Ah, costumed ones - if ones he didn't know personally. Looking out at the present, and now understandably surprised cadre of supervillains with the codenames of Ringer, Beetle, Spymaster, the Shocker, Bombshell, and Stilt-Man - truth be told he was coming up blank on all of their names except Stilt-Man. Though he certainly would like to get to know the blond that was absentmindedly juggling Grenades. He recognized them all to know that they were all villains, he was pretty sure of that. Newspaper articles and such. Still, Fortune favors the Bold.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah, Stilt-Man - and deepest apologies to the rest of you but I don't seem to remember your names. And I certainly like to think I'd at least remember yours,</strong>" Nightcrawler introduces himself to the villains, with a bit of a flirt in Bombshell's direction.<br/><br/>"<strong>Can we help you?</strong>" Spymaster asks, with a hint of sarcasm but weighted with equal genuine curiosity. He was probably the one most fine with the idea of not being recognized. Goes against the whole idea after all.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes, your Dreadnaughts seem to have a bit of a software issue. They seem to think I'm one of the Enemy. Now, surely this is just a programming error and not something the Count would do on purpose - but I really do have to complain.</strong>"<br/><br/>Which of course means Nightcrawler is accusing almost the exact opposite but being very polite about it and willing to give HYDRA an out about it. Carefully, of course. In Fencing, this would be a "Touché".<br/><br/>"<strong>Um, yeah - thanks.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>If it helps with fixing the problem, the Robots are headed this way. Fair Warning.</strong>" he chuckles, then disappears in a puff of smoke.<br/><br/>Of course the only one whose eyes don't immediately open and start to work deeper into the hotel is Stilt-Man.<br/><br/>"<strong>Someone remembered my name!</strong>"<br/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/></strong><br/><br/>BAMF!<br/><br/>Back in the Conference Room. Away from the Windows so the Robots can't get their lock back on. Yes, that would do for now - a nice and tidy plan that has been executed flawlessly it seems. Right? Well, he sticks to clinging to walls and ceilings to move around, for now - just in case.<br/><br/>The good news is that from there its hard to not get his hands on a radio, with all the SWORD agents around. He decides to go one better though as with the kindness of a stranger he lets them add SWORD frequencies to his X-Men Commlink in his ear. Simple and Handy.<br/><br/>"<strong>This is Nightcrawler, reporting back in. I'd like to state for the record that I am and still of the opinion that Dreadnaughts are just second-rate Sentinels.</strong>" he chuckles as his name is called for. The work of a superhero is never done.