<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/><br/><hr/><br/>Kari had missed much of the initial commotion. Duty and obligation after all. She had been given a very important task after all, one that would strain her mutant abilities to their fullest. She'd shimmied in the darkest place in the mansion, though the thought of turning on the light never really occurred to her. She could see just as well in one or the other. Her glowing yellow eyes stood out like firelights as she gripped the ceiling. Skittering this way and that as her tail swayed beneath her, looking for her prize. Her fangi grin appeared as she finally saw what looked like Scott's handwriting on some boxes. Meticulous and clean and neat. It certainly wasn't hers looking like that. Dropping down over the stack of old magazines (Why...who kept these anyway?) and some pool equipment, she pounced upon the prize.<br/><br/>A BAMF noise and a wisp of purple smoke was the only signal that she had been there, as she appeared in the great room, settled on a stack of three plastic tote boxes. The same BAMF heralding her arrival through the darkforce dimension. Her unconscious abilities kept her from appearing and merging into some sort of odd creature with Storm or some such (Stormcrawler!) "Fear not, Mein Freunds! I have successfully saved the tree decorations from the labyrinth that is..." she waggled her fingers, all three of them, dramatically "The X-Basement!"<br/><br/>Her yellow gaze flickered to the tree for a moment. She had spent long days and nights in her past wrestling with her faith and the commercialization and tree's and such and had finally decided that, too her, the two ideas of the holiday were perhaps best treated as just that. Two holidays. There was this, the time for togetherness and friends and the exchange of presents and well wishes, and her more religious life, in which was time for thought and consideration of this, the time of birth and remembrance.<br/><br/>She pondered a bit, her nimble body springing up and landing on the very top of the tree. Such was a testimony to her agility and balance that the tree wobbled not once as she landed and perched. She hummed a bit, barely able to fit even in the vast room as she hunched down, peering down at the mass of needles, looking like a rather lovely Christmas Elf perched up there, fuzzy though she was. Her tail swayed ponderously as she looked down at the tree. Her voice took a mocking seriousness to it, "Herr Summers....do you believe three boxes of decorations are enough for this?" She said with a toothy smile. The plastic totes were on the beefy side, though she did enjoy poking at their rather dry leader now and again.