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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 16:47:02 GMT -5
::Clocks that move at fast speeds often stop, rendering them useless. Pietro Maximoff did not wear a watch for that reason. He stood in the middle of the scrapyard that Gambit had shown him, waiting impatiently. He'd only been waiting for fifteen minutes, but fifteen minutes was agonizing when the world moved as slowly as it did. Not to mention he was still livid.
He had the bag of supplies he had purchased; that store he visited years ago was still tucked away in a corner of Mid-Town. Available only to those who knew where to look. The explosives would do nicely here; Gambit had been right about the scaps. As for the other supplies, he would use them in due time.::
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Post by Gambit on Jul 10, 2007 16:50:31 GMT -5
Gambit stopped his bike as soon as he passed into the scrapyard. He took the helmet off, leaving it on the seat, and walked further into the maze between heaps of broken cars and other such stuff.
He soon found Pietro standing there. " 'ello again," he said.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 16:52:52 GMT -5
"Hello," ::Pietro greeted, stepping over an abandoned bumper to meet the other man.:: "No traffic?"
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Post by Gambit on Jul 10, 2007 17:04:26 GMT -5
"More like successfully avoided traffic," Gambit replied with a content grin. He glanced at Pietro's bag. "So, whatcha plannin' t' blow up?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 17:09:50 GMT -5
::Pietro surveyed the area; piles upon piles of cars littered the ground. It was a start.:: "As many cars as we can, until the police come for us."
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Post by Gambit on Jul 10, 2007 17:26:14 GMT -5
Gambit raised his shades to his forehead, drawing his long hair back with them, then took out a cigarette and lit its tip with his powers. He smiled. "No police, Pietro," he said. "Got an agreement wit' de manager of dis nice place." With that vague statement, he walked on further into the scrapyard to find a better arena for their plans.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 19, 2007 7:56:00 GMT -5
::Pietro hefted his bag and followed the other man deeper into the scrapyard. He did not believe that there was a warrant out for the arrest of the person or persons who had assaulted Magneto, a wanted terrorist and murderer. Still it was better to play it safe, and if Gambit said there were no police, so much the better. Whatever reputation he had, whatever contacts he had made, would serve well this afternoon. At the moment, that was all Pietro cared about.::
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Post by Gambit on Jul 19, 2007 9:13:18 GMT -5
By the time they got to the place where they could explode stuff, Gambit finished the cigarette and threw it away, exploding it as it went. He looked around.
"Alors..." he said. "How 'bout I set de mood..." With that, he walked over to a pile of car parts, took something rather heavy - looked like a twisted part of a drive shaft - and, charging it, threw it right across the large opening in the middle of the scrapyard where they were standing. The explosion was rather loud and massive; he looked at it with a content grin. "Ain't it fun."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 17:02:31 GMT -5
::Pietro watched the explosion with intense fascination, moreso than was warranted by their setting. The explosion the other man had created with a mere touch of his hand was more impressive than Pietro could match. That would not keep him from using as many explosives to make the attempt. With a nod of appreciation, he pulled out some of the medium sized explosives and ran over to a pile of larger car parts to attach them.:: "My turn."
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Post by Gambit on Jul 25, 2007 17:12:04 GMT -5
Gambit looked at him with half a smile. He couldn't remember whether he had ever exploded things together with anybody. He had to admit to himself that it gave a nice feeling. "Absolutely," he said.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 10:24:06 GMT -5
::Pietro was back at the other man's side almost the moment he left. The explosives were lit, and after a few second passed, the pile of parts shot skyward. It lacked the natural beauty of the other man's work, its artificial nature left something to be desired. All the same, he felt better and found it somehow to return the smile, thin as it was.:: "Not bad for my first time here."
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Post by Gambit on Jul 30, 2007 15:27:40 GMT -5
"Definitely," Gambit agreed. "B'sides, if it makes ya feel good, den it can't be bad. Or somethin' like dis," he said, toning down the failed impression of what could be an aphorism.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 3, 2007 15:53:38 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in agreement. It was better to take out his anger on car scraps than on another person, particularly if he could come to regret it later.:: "Your turn."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 4, 2007 17:36:46 GMT -5
Gambit chose two pieces of metal, not too large, he could throw them with both hands easily, and off they flew into the opening, exploding simultaneously. He stretched his hands above his head, feeling a bit more relaxed now. "We shouldda done dis at night," he remarked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 15:35:20 GMT -5
::Pietro craned his neck skyward as the two pieces exploded spectacularly. Gambit was right; it would look more impressive cast against the night sky. For them to have done it at night, however, he would have needed to wait. Patience in containing his temper was not a quality Pietro Maximoff possessed. He had been explosively angry when he'd first heard the news. That he had managed to calm himself to this level, if only by bleeding out his emotions at Magneto's cabin, was nothing short of amazing. Waiting until nightfall was out of the question.:: "We'll have to make do, or do it a second time."
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