<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>Great Room<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Sweater/Jeans<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Kari watched as everyone recovered, and no one was worse for wear thankfully. The mansion could use a bit of spackle certainly, but that was a problem best left until tomorrow. She watched the right the tree as she gave it a friendly little pat "I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.".  Glancing over at Scott while he wrestled with the lights she shook her head "Scott, I have seen you do wonderous geometric things with your eyebeams, yet these lights trouble you, ja?"<br/><br/>Accepting both the coco and present from Quicksilver with a smile, she set the present down for the moment and wrapped her tail around the handle of the mug. She rummaged in the tote, grasping a few ornaments and grinning, she began to rebound from back and forth between the wall and the tree, nimbly latching on each ornament in a place while balancing the steaming mug in her tails grasp. A small wooden reindeer here, a smiling ceramic Santa Claus there. Each one at a different height. The technique was not dissimilar to her when she would go on the offensive with her swords.<br/><br/>She sighed happily and sipped her cocoa. Content in the Christmas Chaos. These were what Christmas memories were made from, they’re not planned, they’re not scheduled, nobody puts them in their phone, they just happen.