video 01 | Aortic Aneurysm

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(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

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[To be fair, they have encountered more than a few monsters, but it wasn't anything they all couldn't handle with a little teamwork.

Again, it occurs to Kurt that he should mention the cursing; he can't keep himself from smirking, though, one tri-fingered hand raising to cup around his face. There have been plenty of times where he's used less than appropriate words and while Eddie is younger, he can't bring himself to rain on his parade.] Maybe even in person? It always seems more awesome that way.

[And — should he ever find out that Eddie is calmed by his presence — he'd be more than thrilled to know that the younger generation is more understanding than the adults.

He gives pause at the question, lips pressing into a thin line, eyebrows coming together in agitation.] Sometimes, ja. [But thankfully, the Moirans and their earlier home citizens were nothing like the people from Nightcrawler's world.]

Mmhmm! Just like you. [Another beat, his heart fluttering at the idea of being called a 'hero.'] Oh, but I— [is it really bragging if it's true?] I have saved people.

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(Eddie himself could find courage in the worst scenarios, so even he wouldn't be as useless as one might think in a bad situation. And if anyone could understand the power of teamwork (or more importantly, friendship), it was him. Or at least it would be until he forgot.)

Really? (Eddie sounds positively enthralled to see this tail business. Which makes him feel a little bold. The next question probably isn't surprising.) Can I touch it? (Wait.) As long as it's clean. You don't do anything weird with your tail, do you?

(His nose scrunches up with mildly disgusted assumption. Not that Kurt seemed gross, but Eddie wasn't naive. Boys in general were gross. So were girls- but in a different way.

His temporary expression of disgust is replaced by a frown.) That's not fair. (Except Eddie comes from a time period that was especially cruel towards anyone different. He had an open heart, but his mind wasn't quite there yet due to sheer ignorance. Yet somehow, understanding the wrongness of disliking Kurt simply because he was blue made plenty of sense to Eddie. Probably because there wasn't anyone in his town telling him all blue people deserved to burn in hell.

Again, his expression shifts, this time into a brilliant smile.)

Then you are a hero! (Eddie half-shrieks this, his hands clapping soundly together in front of him, just beneath his chin. He practically vibrates where he sits.) You're definitely a hero if you're using your powers for good and to help those who can't help themselves. That's what heroes do. It's like, the number one thing they do. Besides have an alias and a costume, of course, but that's okay.

video; also, *wow,* the smile on this precious boy ... ;o;

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Really, [he assures, unable to keep the fangs out of his smile this time.] Uhm. [Okay, but what qualifies as 'weird?'] You can. I've never done anything inappropriate, if that's what you mean?

[At least, that's the closest word he can think of to describe it. He's somewhat vexed at such an assumption, except he can't blame Eddie for being cautious. They are meeting for the first time, after all, and things seem to be moving along quickly.

His head tilts, right shoulder lifting in a half-shrug.] It's not, but what can you do? Besides 'ignore them,' I suppose. [Nothing new to him; he used to do that on a daily basis. Oh, what irony, though! 'Burning in hell,' that is, taking into consideration that Kurt's had "demon!" shouted at him more times than he can count.]

Er— ah, well ... [He flushes violet, raises a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck.] I'm more of a hero in training. Using my powers to help people is what I'm best at. Oh! [There's a brief moment where Kurt disappears and when he returns, he's holding up an outfit.] I do have a uniform! [Another flash of teeth.] And a codename.

R I G H T

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(Eddie squints at Kurt rather suspiciously. 'Inappropriate' could constitute as 'weird', he supposes, but he more or less doesn't believe Kurt right off the bat. Except he does quickly enough because heroes usually meant well.

So his suspicious look drops away and he gives a decided nod.)

All right. If you say so.

(It was a blessing that this was the one Loser who wouldn't insist on the tail thing. Eddie would drop it for now instead.)

You ignore them? And that helps? (Eddie had tried ignoring Henry Bowers most of his life and that never got him anywhere. Some people were only provoked more by being ignored. He couldn't really imagine people ever leaving him alone. People really liked telling Eddie what they thought about him, whether he was a freak for his hypochondria, or a sissy because he was too small and sweet, too nice for a boy, too delicate, and too many other things that Eddie still didn't know how to change about himself.)

A hero in training is still a hero.

(Look at Eddie gape in wonder becauuuuse that is the coolest- man! People on this ship were awesome.)

No way!! You've gotta show me that sometime. In person. That is so kooky and neat!

(It looked just like he'd expect a comic book hero's costume to look. Which makes it ten times as exciting for Eddie.)

A codename, really? Do I get to know what it is? I promise I wouldn't tell anyone-. (Not that it mattered. After all, Kurt couldn't exactly disguise the whole...Blue thing.)

a perfect face (also, sorry for my lateness *sigh*)

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I know so! [Followed closely by a firm nod of the head.] I'm extremely hygenic. [Regardless of the lack of hot water sometimes.] Actually, I really dislike being dirty.

[Probably not quite to Eddie's extent (there have been times), but this is a guy who follows strict regimens. Like, working out when it's not entirely necessary, or sticking his nose in a book whenever there's free time.

Oh, and thanks for trusting him, shortstuff. It'll pay off in the end.]

Ah, well ... You got me there, I suppose.

[His face flares up again, the indigo streaking across marked cheeks darkening as he glances away in embarrassment. He returns his attention right away, though, head bobbing again in agreement.] Of course I can show you!

Really, [he repeats.] Not only is it my 'codename,' but I used the handle when I was a circus performer. It's not exactly a big deal if you tell anyone, either. [A beat, his head turning this way and that, as if he's searching for eavesdroppers.] 'Nightcrawler' is what I'm called.