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[ with her original light source suffering a low battery in her pocket, it was definitely the candle. not that it was something to be smug about, because it was just there, waiting. obviously, she wasn't alone.

which might explain the expression better, because she'd had an inkling the place housed more than rats. ]

[Oh, there definitely were rats. Big ones, little ones....some said the old abandoned church was haunted. There had been a few sightings. Something shadowy disappearing before it could be seen properly.

Kurt agilely moves along the rafters on all fours, keeping in the shadows. The longer she stayed, the more worried he became. A slight creak from the boards under his feet and Kurt leaps to the next beam quickly to avoid being seen.]

Really? [ intrigue is replaced with amusement. she gets it, of course, but still. ] That's legit. Would save you a bundle.

Really.

[Finding the right solution to soak them in was eluding him, but he would crack it eventually.]

I was hoping it would save me my dignity...what little I have left. [He stirs the bubbling beaker carefully.]

[ candle in hand, she raises it some, trying to get a better look overhead. where was a good, spooky storm when you needed one? some lightning would have been welcome right about now. ]

Hello?

[Drat. She knows he's up here...or at least something is up here. Time to go to plan B. Scare tactics. Better to be scared away than to see Kurt for the mutant he is.]

Go away! Leave...

[His voice echoes and carries around the sanctuary like some ghostly apparition. There's a faint sound, *BAMF* as he teleports from one spot to another up there, letting his voice carry in as many places as he can.]

Leave, go now!

The buck naked aftereffect of your big, green mon— [ her brow furrows as she stutters. ] —dude. Yeah.

Guess that would be a pretty good incentive.

Not even a little? You could match Lola.

...that. Yes. [Which HAD happened. Thankfully, nobody was around to see it save for one slightly spooked security guard.]

First attempt was a success. They were indestructible. They also stood up by themselves, wouldn't bend at all. That was a carbon based compound. [He measures another few drops of something into the beaker.] So now I'm working on a solution I could soak any fabric in and it would make it more durable.

Theoretically.

[He raises an amused eyebrow at her.]

Did you just insult my car again?