<div class="floatleft">(http://www.philippalmer.net/wp-content/uploads/nightcrawler.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kurt Wagner/ Nightcrawler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York, Westchester, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Picture<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone in the Kitchen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not everyone, believe it or not, was congregating in the Kitchen. Morning work-outs had begun of course but not everyone needed something so simple as a jog around the house. That's what he was telling himself that morning anyway as he gets an early morning Danger Room session in. Hard Light Constructs and Robots shuffle in place as his own morning workout was in play, and he couldn't be happier.<br/><br/>Kurt Wagner - the Nightcrawler - known by many for being one of the best swordsmen in the world among other things. It was a pity Mutants were banned from the Games, Olympic Golds would look so good on his desk.<br/><br/>Nightcrawler Program 1 - Difficulty 7. The kind of program they might throw at entire teams of students for a final combat exam. Kurt considered it a light workout before breakfast. One couldn't say he wasn't going for the view either, the Danger Room now looked like the open seas with three old-timey ships from the Golden Age of Piracy on the seas. At Difficulty 7 the crews of what should be Spanish Pirates were instead replaced by multiple copies of known Reavers (http://marvel.com/universe/Reavers) with the occasional Doombot as a commanding officer.<br/><br/>A smile and a laugh as he slashes a Skullbuster across his ankles, easily tripping him into the drink below. It was almost unfortunate that's when he noticed that a lucky shot from a Doombot had destroyed his watch. A grunt escapes his lips as the discovery had ruined his timing and he had to block a Bonebreaker advance. The silly costumes everything was wearing helped a little bit.<br/><br/>"<strong>Computer - where is the largest collection of faculty members at present?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>The Kitchen, Kurt Wagner</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Open an intercomm line then, please.</strong>" he requests with obvious effort in his breath as he finds off two Pretty Boy's at the same time.<br/><br/>The intercomm in the kitchen would come to life - with sounds of rolling seas, swords clanging, and even an old-timey flintlock pistol shot in the background.<br/><br/>"<strong>Gott Morning! Apologies my friends but I appear to have lost my watch and my calender is so far away. Tell me, what time is it and is my Basics of Combat class today?</strong>" he chuckles over what sounds like a man growling. Logan taught Advanced Combat of course, but they had to start somewhere.