<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/smd9Pz6.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Nightcrawler</span></strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kari Wagner<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Mansion basement/Great Room<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Sweater/Jeans<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Rogue, Quicksilver, Cyclops, pretty much everyone else<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kari smiled that grin at Cyclops again. The man was consistent, there was that. Though she wouldn't doubt if he did indeed have Christmas contingency plans drawn up in his head for every eventuality. Though she enjoyed her perching as it was, she bowed her nimble body to Rogue and smiled "Fair enough meine Schwester."<br/><br/>Another complicated holiday complication. Though they were, not technically, family, they had roughly the same mother...more or less. They had settled into a comfortable step siblings routine after a long period of awkwardness around each other upon discovering the relation. Though she felt much the same way about the rest of the X-Family...minus a certain cousin Deadpool she could name with his odd nature. Sighing at the flash of photography from the phone, she let her grip relax on the tree, swinging down like an ornament before flipping back and landing on top of the ornament box.<br/><br/>"Don't go too fast my Zugig friend....everyone should get a hand in decorating, if they wish that is.." her comment cut a bit short by Deadpool and Scott's exchange, then her life almost cut even shorter by the accident Scott suffered. Her body twisted off the ornaments in an arc, barely missing one of his optic blasts, only to land near in the path of another. Nightcrawlers in motion tended to stay in motion though, and she sprang off the ceiling back down, crouching down like a spider low to the ground. Her tail twitched wildly out of reflex as she breathed heavily. Not from exertion, she put herself through more dangerous routines on a daily basis. The unexpected shock and emotion of th emoment however..."Mein Gott....Scott are you alright?" she asked....even as she surveyed everyone else. "Does anyone need a 'port to the Medbay...?"