Third Person: (Samples must be 300 words or above. Remember to write using proper grammar, verb tenses, and paragraphs.)
Kurt woke with a groggy yawn, muttering some automatic musing about whether he was late for breakfast or school. The weird thing is? He didn't remember his bed feeling so... tree branch-y. He yelped as he almost fell from the branch, but his tail was able to wrap around the branch. This gave him a moment to reflect on how he felt like more of a monkey than some kind of blue devil. But when the next moment came, he realized that he did not recognize any of the surrounding landscape.
There was a lake. Could that be connected to the bayou? But then why was he alone? It didn't add up. They beat the bad guys and escaped. They should have been well on their way back home, in the relative comfort of the X-Jet and the mansion. He had to talk to Rogue. A blast of smoke soon took his place by the tree, spreading the acrid smell of brimstone, as Kurt reappeared down on solid ground. This really didn't look like New Orleans. And something felt... odd when he teleported. He couldn't put his finger on it. But he soon realized why he seemed to feel a chill: there he was, minimally dressed. He frantically searched his person, but there was not even an image inducer to be found. If he was in a place that seemed to be populated, it could reach worst nightmare status. As it was, this was still cause for alarm. And why did his back ache?
This was not good. He quickly bamfed himself up into a nearby tree, before anyone could see him. There were two possibilities, neither desirable. He was either kidnapped, stripped down and left in the middle of nowhere, an idea which made him deeply worried for the others. The second idea? This could be Logan's surprise survival training, which... actually sounded a lot like the first one, just with a specific purpose. He could still teleport, at least. So there he goes, teleporting from treetop to treetop, keeping his eyes out for anyone he knows, or being wary of any potential enemies. With one look at the sea of trees, he knew it was going to be a long morning. And he hasn't even noticed the wings yet!
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Third Person: (Samples must be 300 words or above. Remember to write using proper grammar, verb tenses, and paragraphs.)
Kurt woke with a groggy yawn, muttering some automatic musing about whether he was late for breakfast or school. The weird thing is? He didn't remember his bed feeling so... tree branch-y. He yelped as he almost fell from the branch, but his tail was able to wrap around the branch. This gave him a moment to reflect on how he felt like more of a monkey than some kind of blue devil. But when the next moment came, he realized that he did not recognize any of the surrounding landscape.
There was a lake. Could that be connected to the bayou? But then why was he alone? It didn't add up. They beat the bad guys and escaped. They should have been well on their way back home, in the relative comfort of the X-Jet and the mansion. He had to talk to Rogue. A blast of smoke soon took his place by the tree, spreading the acrid smell of brimstone, as Kurt reappeared down on solid ground. This really didn't look like New Orleans. And something felt... odd when he teleported. He couldn't put his finger on it. But he soon realized why he seemed to feel a chill: there he was, minimally dressed. He frantically searched his person, but there was not even an image inducer to be found. If he was in a place that seemed to be populated, it could reach worst nightmare status. As it was, this was still cause for alarm. And why did his back ache?
This was not good. He quickly bamfed himself up into a nearby tree, before anyone could see him. There were two possibilities, neither desirable. He was either kidnapped, stripped down and left in the middle of nowhere, an idea which made him deeply worried for the others. The second idea? This could be Logan's surprise survival training, which... actually sounded a lot like the first one, just with a specific purpose. He could still teleport, at least. So there he goes, teleporting from treetop to treetop, keeping his eyes out for anyone he knows, or being wary of any potential enemies. With one look at the sea of trees, he knew it was going to be a long morning. And he hasn't even noticed the wings yet!