(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9nxpWekyXM/TKmClKiGijI/AAAAAAAABGo/DN4Id_w3f2s/s1600/NightCrawler.jpg)<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Name: Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner<br/>Location: Danger Room<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: Uniform<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>In a blur of motion heads and limbs flew in every which direction.  The flurry of blades was punctuated by a rapid series of *BAMFS* as the blue blur hacked and slashed through hard light drones.<br/><br/>It was early yet, most of the School still in bed, or having breakfast, but Kurt had been here for hours.  Honing his reflexes, trying to make himself as razor sharp as his blades.  "Computer: End Program"  The facade of a dark featureless landscape was replaced by the shiny metallic glow of the danger room.  Sweat dripped down onto the floor with a echoing *drip-drip* as Nightcrawler sheathed his swords across his back and took a towel from the wall to mop his brow.<br/><br/>He dried sweat-matted fur of his face and arms, feeling the ache in his limbs from pushing himself for another day.  He had found an eerie sense of family here, something he had not known in his own world.  It was awkward still at times, living with people here who had betrayed him in his own world.  Something he still struggled with every day.  He shook the thought from his head, he would feel much better after a shower.<br/><br/>Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he walked out into the hallway of the subbasement.