Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2007 10:13:36 GMT -5
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 12:39pm
Leaving the Professors office, Ty decided to ditch the inside crowds and go outside, pouring down rain or no. She didn't realize she'd gone towards the deck until she got there, and she stopped with a stupid smirk on her face. This was where she'd first freaked on the Professor. At least the deck chairs had been replaced.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 12:51pm
"Are you well?" ::Pietro's voice came from inside the door. He had been worried about her, hadn't seen her since the battle. Yet, he didn't want to encroach on her space.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 12:53pm
She jumped a mile, then saw it was Pietro. "Oh, hi. I didn't expect anyone to be here." The urgency in his voice confused her, but she chose to ignore it.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 12:57pm
::It was the gift of speed to be almost undetectable. Pietro could watch over others all the easier that way. Still, he remained in the doorway, not quite going out into the rain.:: "Would you rather be alone?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 12:59pm
She shook her head. "No, it's fine, i just needed to clear my head." The conversation with the Professor had answered a few questions but caused more.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:03pm
::So did they all. From the weather, Ororo was just as angry as he and Wanda. Pietro stepped out onto the deck, maintaining his distance.:: "There's been a lot to think about."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:06pm
"Yeah, no kidding," she remarked. "After an attack and a trip to the med lab the Prof chose one hell of a time to spring a wedding announcement."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:09pm
::Pietro's hands curled into fists at the meer mention of that misbegotten proposal. With careful control, he managed to keep from blanching.:: "Yes, he did."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:12pm
Ty noticed the fists curl and walked forward a little, very carefully putting her hand on his arm. "Hey, calm down, they aren't here right now."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:16pm
::She was right; neither was here. But this also was not about him; it was about her. She was the one who needed time to clear her head, and Pietro had come to check on her. Not to further upset her.
Her hand on his arm, through those gloves she wore to protect them all from her raw power, he took comfort in it. He forced his fists to unclench, putting on an air of calm.:: "I get ahead of myself."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:19pm
She shrugged, taking her hand from his arm as he seemed to calm down. "You're not the only one," she commented, glancing at the lightning streaking across the sky.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:22pm
::Ororo was in agreement with he and Wanda, had taken the news no better. Still, this wasn't about Uncle and his foolishness, about he and Ororo and their reaction to the news. This was about Typhoid trying to clear her head. Pietro crossed his arms over his chest with a slight nod.:: "You change the subject."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:23pm
She laughed a little. "Change it to what, exactly?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:25pm
"Not to, but from. To me from you," ::Pietro replied. She laughed, so at the very least there were good spirits to be found in the wake of this.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:28pm
She shook her head. "I'm not that interesting, trust me."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:30pm
"Let me disagree," ::Pietro said with a slight shake of his head. She was far more interesting than she gave herself credit for. Apart from their similarities, their differences were his main interest. Not that he could ever tell her that.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:33pm
She shrugged. "It's your dime. I haven't even figured me out yet so you're probably going to get some pretty strange answers."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:36pm
::How well did any man really know himself? Pietro had seen over his travels that those questions were always unanswered. Instead, he would content himself with the here and now. Asking questions he had had since the battle.:: "My sister didn't hurt you, did she?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:40pm
"Not so that it couldn't be taken care of. I had some nasty burns but the Doctor took care of them...I think. I'm a little hazy about it," she said. "I was hurt worse at the time, so...yeah."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:42pm
::Hurt worse at the time? When Pietro had last seen her, she was unconscious from Wanda's hex powers. The battle had ended; she shouldn't have been further injured. He lifted one silver eyebrow.:: "But you're all right now?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:47pm
"As alright as I can get," she said, then decided to explain. "I fought Tim, he broke my neck by accident."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:53pm
::Pietro's other eyebrow joined its twin; a deep frown forming on his features. He was no doctor, but he knew broken necks were serious, often fatal. To survive that, she was an incredibly hardy woman.
Tim, that was the man he had rescued, her boyfriend. Pietro had never once questioned his loyalties, so if they fought, she had still been effected by whatever made her turn against them.:: "That happened the same day as the battle?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:54pm
'Yeah. I...died, to be blunt about it." She bit her lip; saying that STILL made her stomach turn.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:57pm
"You...died?" ::Pietro repeated, his accent thicker as the meaning hit him suddenly. How was it possible, to survive death itself?::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:00pm
'Yeah, and came back, with Mary's help." A concept she had a hard time dealing with, but....good God, what WASN'T wierd about all this?
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:02pm
"Mother Mary?" ::Pietro asked, not quite understanding. He had switched between the influence of three religions in his youth, before losing his faith. At times, references were lost on him.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:07pm
Ty snorted. "Not hardly." She sighed; explaining her illness was not something she chose to do on a random basis, if at all. "I have several personalities in my mind, ones I hear all the time. Mary was one of them. She was taken over by an entity who used to be a mutant; some maniac chick with a death fetish and the ability to increase mutants power level. She's in me all the time now. The Professor took care of her once; I guess when I died, she could come back." She danced from foot to foot, a nervous tic.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:18pm
::Pietro absorbed that quietly. Multiple personalities, ressurrection, and a ghost with a death fetish. He wished that this was the strangest matter he'd ever heard. However, traveling Europe these past years gave him peculiar insight.:: "Will you have him take care of her again?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:23pm
"Not if I can help it," she said with force. "Telepathy disturbs me."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:31pm
::Pietro understood that sentiment. His most recent encounter with telepathy left him frozen in place while being lectured. If you grew in that environment, it takes another form.:: "Will you be able to control her?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:32pm
"Honestly? I don't know." She sighed. "She hasn't done anything, yet. Or tried to."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:50pm
::From what Pietro had seen of her, she was a capable young woman. If she couldn't handle a situation, she would be aware of it.:: "May she stay that way."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:52pm
'Yeah, but if I know her, she won't." Ty shook her head. "Tim's gonna have his work cut out for him."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 3:00pm
"He is your safety net?" ::Pietro asked, rocking back on the balls of his feet. Wanda was his, and he hers.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 3:03pm
"His powers can counteract mine, yes," she said, "if I don't try hard enough to break through them." He was her safety net in other ways, as well, but that was too personal to admit.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:35pm
::Her eyes betrayed her careful speech. They softened despite her indifferent tone, telling tales that extended far beyond counteraction. She loved that young man Tim, and that simple truth was painful.
Not only because of the feelings Pietro carried. There was that incident he had witnessed in the kitchen those days ago. Yet he wouldn't mention it. Jealousy would always be a factor, and it would cause her pain. Instead, he would watch over her boyfriend, to make sure he valued her for all she was.:: "The rest of us can help as well."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 7:39pm
Her eyebrow rose. "Wanda, maybe. Jean if she decides to flip and go all Phoenix on us. Other then that, no one's had the wherewithall to try." Her tone was quite bitter and she kicked herself for it; she hadn't come out here to be bitter.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:43pm
::Bitterness, his oldest friend. So he plagued Typhoid as well. Pietro stepped closer, bridging the distance between them. He gave a slight shake of his head. Couldn't she see that others cared about her?:: "Some are reluctant to attack their own, and some don't think on their feet."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 7:47pm
"Maybe," she said, shrugging. He'd moved closer but oddly enough it didn't make her feel uncomfortable; probably because he was one of the few people who seemed to understand her wariness about proximity. "I wasn't taught that way. If someone was a danger, you take them out, friend or not. History doesn't matter, the fight does." It was a lesson she'd learned by rote.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:55pm
"And how much practical training do you think everyone out there had?" ::Pietro posed the question. The students were a rag-tag group if ever he had seen one. He and Wanda hadn't trained in years, which left the X-Men as the only properly trained group. Only two of which had been out there.
Even without training, one should know his limitations. Pietro's abilities weren't practical for taking her down in a rampage. Wanda was better suited, or Jean, Scott, Ororo, any of them. That in no way meant that he couldn't help her in some other way. Any other way that she might allow him.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:02pm
She shook her head. "Not much, I suppose. I hold back when I train. I don't want to hurt them." That was something she hadn't even told Scott, but she supposed Tim had guessed it. She looked at him a little puzzled. "What's your point? Even if they had training, it would be insane to try to stop me if I couldn't even recognize them."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:07pm
"I was answering your point about fighting your own," ::Pietro rocked back on his heels again. There was guilt in her, self-recrimination from her powers. She had great raw potential, but she wasn't the only one. And that in and of itself didn't make her a risk to them.:: "My point is that others can and will help, if you let them."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:17pm
"I don't want help. It's not safe for anyone if they try to help," she said, stupidly feeling as if she were going to cry and swallowing the feeling, focusing on the trees above them to blink back tears without seeming as if she was. That was stupid, crying like a child.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:30pm
::It pained Pietro to see her so near tears, fearing herself that way. She had the same mannerism he had, of blinking back the tears to they never fell. Whatever had taught her that lesson must have wounded at least as deep as his own.
He wanted to embrace her, to comfort her in some way. Yet he knew how she was about touch, and even without that restriction, what was he to say? "Typhoid, I know you barely know me, and I'm ten years your senior, but I love you?" Or worse, "please let me help?" Begging...it was beneath them all. Magneto had taught him that.
His accent thicker as he spoke.:: "Typhoid."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:40pm
"What?" She focused on him, still blinking back tears, and feeling extremely stupid. As if this was anyone's problem but hers, and here she was crying in front of a virtual stranger.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:47pm
"People care," ::Pietro said. Unspoken, "I care." What else could he say?::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:54pm
"Sorry," she said, feeling like she should apologize, though for what she had no idea. She wiped her hand in front of her eyes, thanking God for once in her life for the gloves that took the tears off her face with them. His intensity made her feel as if he was trying to say something he couldn't, and that scared the crap out of her. "I'm not usually like this at all."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 9:07pm
::Pietro didn't doubt that. She was a strong young woman. He had seen that time and again in his encounters with her. She simply had a moment; everyone had them once in a while. Himself included. He had broken down at an abandoned cabin in the woods not too long ago.
He lessened his gaze. His eyes, he'd been told, could be intense. It wouldn't help her right now, to feel that he was scrutinizing her. He spoke, his words sincere.:: "I don't think any less of you."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:01pm
"You should, the others call me a murderer, " she said, then looked at him closely. "Why don't you avoid me like they do?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:10pm
::Pietro could tell her why, why he would never want to avoid her. Yet that would only complicate this further. She didn't need that, not when she carried such a weight upon her already. Instead, Pietro shrugged slightly, his voice remained sincere.:: "Why should I?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:17pm
She shrugged, and smiled a little for once. Trust Pietro to hold as much information to himself as he could. "Fair enough." Walking around him, she went inside the deck and began to wring her hair out, which didn't do much because her gloves were soaking anyways. She pulled them off and set them on a chair before going back to getting the water out of her hair. "Most people say I'm too dangerous. I'm glad someone here doesn't." The words were sincere but off-hand.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:34pm
::So were they all. Within twenty-four hours of returning to America, Pietro, enraged, had put his father into his place. Magneto had taught here, the shape-shifter roamed the halls with nobody to stop her. There was danger all around them. One couldn't be faulted for the power they had, only for how they used it.
With another glance at the darkened sky, the heavy rain, Pietro stepped inside the deck as well. Watching as she dried her hair. Her gloves off, he kept his distance, so as not to worry her about the proximity.:: "Nor will I."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:44pm
She gave him a crooked smile. "Thanks." Pulling a ponytail holder out of her pocket, she twisted her hair into a loose bun in the back of her head, getting the thick wet stuff out of her face and off her neck. She wanted to ask more about his relationship with his father, just to know more about him, but she didn't want to ruin the companionable mood they had between them at the moment. She settled for simply changing the subject. "What was it like around here without so many students?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:54pm
::Overall, it had been fine, or fine enough, before the accident and Magneto's rise to insanity and power. Classes were small enough that only Uncle and Magneto had needed to teach. There was time for individual power training, meals were at regular times, and each student had his own room.
Not that there had never been fighting. With a half dozen students living in close proximity, emotionally close to one another, tempers ran amok at times. Even with that, it had been better than starving in a Sinti encampment.
Until Magneto ruined it all. Pietro remembered the abuse, the neglect, everything that had been done to he and Wanda. That wasn't what she had asked.:: "More disciplined, quieter. It feels like a school now."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:04pm
She chuckled, wringing the water out of her gloves. "I thought this felt LESS like a school now, what with everyone leaving and coming back. Even instructors."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:10pm
"The world is a different place," ::Pietro said gravely. Far more dangerous now. They had never been attacked in his youth, with the exception of the occasional fight in an alley. Since returning, they had been attacked twice, and this last one wasn't the end.
From what he had seen, this was a half-way home which doubled as a school. But it was not like the family atmosphere it once was.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:13pm
"No kidding, two attacks, and Magneto AWOL," she said, then shut her mouth abruptly. Oh, good goin', girly...
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:27pm
::Pietro's expression hardened for a brief moment, before he forced himself to relax. A pity that more people couldn't view Magneto's disappearance for the blessing it was. The other man had fooled so many. Even though Typhoid seemed to distrust the man, how much of that was reputation? It was why he and Wanda did not speak of their last encounter with their father.
Instead, he settled for a more neutral comment. His voice flat as he spoke.:: "The school seems to have coped with his absence."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:34pm
"The school is better off with his absence," she said, putting his expression and the rumors that had been flying around school together. "And I wonder who we have to thank for that?" The question wasn't malicious.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:45pm
"As do I," ::Pietro remained mum on the subject. As much as he might care for Typhoid, he and his sister had agreed not to speak of it. With that child Rogue and her friends running around, it wasn't safe to speak of, lest it come to haunt either of them later. Yet to change the subject would be the same as to admit his role.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 3:04pm
She arched an eyebrow. "Indeed." Her tone was knowing, but she left it at that. "We should go back inside," she suggested, changing the subject yet again. "As mad as Storm is I'd expect lightning to hit close around here."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 5:12pm
::She knew; Pietro could discern it from her tone. She knew, and yet she did not care. Still, for the sake of the charade, he couldn't acknowledge either. Grateful for the change of subject, he glanced towards the sky. Lightning might very well strike soon.:: "After you."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 10:05pm
Ty nodded with a little smile and started to walk past him, before doing an about face and voluntarily doing something she never did-she gave him a light, loose hug, as carefully as possible. It was strange but she felt as if she needed to thank him somehow, and just saying it didn't seem like enough.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 9:43pm
::Pietro was mildly taken aback. He was unaccustomed to sudden physical contact. And for Typhoid, of all people, to initiate it - both because of how similar she was to him in that regard, and for his thoughts - his surprise was warranted. Yet, he wouldn't take what trust she had in him for granted. Matching the same loose grip, he returned her embrace.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 10:53pm
She backed away carefully and gave him a small smile, somewhat in gratitude for not reacting badly but mostly for his being a listening ear. "Thanks."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 10:55pm
::Pietro's lips curled into a smile, inclining his head.:: "You're welcome."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 10:57pm
She tucked herself into her coat against the rain and stepped out of the porch, heading back towards the mansion proper
Leaving the Professors office, Ty decided to ditch the inside crowds and go outside, pouring down rain or no. She didn't realize she'd gone towards the deck until she got there, and she stopped with a stupid smirk on her face. This was where she'd first freaked on the Professor. At least the deck chairs had been replaced.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 12:51pm
"Are you well?" ::Pietro's voice came from inside the door. He had been worried about her, hadn't seen her since the battle. Yet, he didn't want to encroach on her space.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 12:53pm
She jumped a mile, then saw it was Pietro. "Oh, hi. I didn't expect anyone to be here." The urgency in his voice confused her, but she chose to ignore it.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 12:57pm
::It was the gift of speed to be almost undetectable. Pietro could watch over others all the easier that way. Still, he remained in the doorway, not quite going out into the rain.:: "Would you rather be alone?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 12:59pm
She shook her head. "No, it's fine, i just needed to clear my head." The conversation with the Professor had answered a few questions but caused more.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:03pm
::So did they all. From the weather, Ororo was just as angry as he and Wanda. Pietro stepped out onto the deck, maintaining his distance.:: "There's been a lot to think about."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:06pm
"Yeah, no kidding," she remarked. "After an attack and a trip to the med lab the Prof chose one hell of a time to spring a wedding announcement."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:09pm
::Pietro's hands curled into fists at the meer mention of that misbegotten proposal. With careful control, he managed to keep from blanching.:: "Yes, he did."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:12pm
Ty noticed the fists curl and walked forward a little, very carefully putting her hand on his arm. "Hey, calm down, they aren't here right now."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:16pm
::She was right; neither was here. But this also was not about him; it was about her. She was the one who needed time to clear her head, and Pietro had come to check on her. Not to further upset her.
Her hand on his arm, through those gloves she wore to protect them all from her raw power, he took comfort in it. He forced his fists to unclench, putting on an air of calm.:: "I get ahead of myself."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:19pm
She shrugged, taking her hand from his arm as he seemed to calm down. "You're not the only one," she commented, glancing at the lightning streaking across the sky.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:22pm
::Ororo was in agreement with he and Wanda, had taken the news no better. Still, this wasn't about Uncle and his foolishness, about he and Ororo and their reaction to the news. This was about Typhoid trying to clear her head. Pietro crossed his arms over his chest with a slight nod.:: "You change the subject."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:23pm
She laughed a little. "Change it to what, exactly?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:25pm
"Not to, but from. To me from you," ::Pietro replied. She laughed, so at the very least there were good spirits to be found in the wake of this.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:28pm
She shook her head. "I'm not that interesting, trust me."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:30pm
"Let me disagree," ::Pietro said with a slight shake of his head. She was far more interesting than she gave herself credit for. Apart from their similarities, their differences were his main interest. Not that he could ever tell her that.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:33pm
She shrugged. "It's your dime. I haven't even figured me out yet so you're probably going to get some pretty strange answers."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:36pm
::How well did any man really know himself? Pietro had seen over his travels that those questions were always unanswered. Instead, he would content himself with the here and now. Asking questions he had had since the battle.:: "My sister didn't hurt you, did she?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:40pm
"Not so that it couldn't be taken care of. I had some nasty burns but the Doctor took care of them...I think. I'm a little hazy about it," she said. "I was hurt worse at the time, so...yeah."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:42pm
::Hurt worse at the time? When Pietro had last seen her, she was unconscious from Wanda's hex powers. The battle had ended; she shouldn't have been further injured. He lifted one silver eyebrow.:: "But you're all right now?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:47pm
"As alright as I can get," she said, then decided to explain. "I fought Tim, he broke my neck by accident."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:53pm
::Pietro's other eyebrow joined its twin; a deep frown forming on his features. He was no doctor, but he knew broken necks were serious, often fatal. To survive that, she was an incredibly hardy woman.
Tim, that was the man he had rescued, her boyfriend. Pietro had never once questioned his loyalties, so if they fought, she had still been effected by whatever made her turn against them.:: "That happened the same day as the battle?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 1:54pm
'Yeah. I...died, to be blunt about it." She bit her lip; saying that STILL made her stomach turn.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 1:57pm
"You...died?" ::Pietro repeated, his accent thicker as the meaning hit him suddenly. How was it possible, to survive death itself?::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:00pm
'Yeah, and came back, with Mary's help." A concept she had a hard time dealing with, but....good God, what WASN'T wierd about all this?
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:02pm
"Mother Mary?" ::Pietro asked, not quite understanding. He had switched between the influence of three religions in his youth, before losing his faith. At times, references were lost on him.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:07pm
Ty snorted. "Not hardly." She sighed; explaining her illness was not something she chose to do on a random basis, if at all. "I have several personalities in my mind, ones I hear all the time. Mary was one of them. She was taken over by an entity who used to be a mutant; some maniac chick with a death fetish and the ability to increase mutants power level. She's in me all the time now. The Professor took care of her once; I guess when I died, she could come back." She danced from foot to foot, a nervous tic.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:18pm
::Pietro absorbed that quietly. Multiple personalities, ressurrection, and a ghost with a death fetish. He wished that this was the strangest matter he'd ever heard. However, traveling Europe these past years gave him peculiar insight.:: "Will you have him take care of her again?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:23pm
"Not if I can help it," she said with force. "Telepathy disturbs me."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:31pm
::Pietro understood that sentiment. His most recent encounter with telepathy left him frozen in place while being lectured. If you grew in that environment, it takes another form.:: "Will you be able to control her?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:32pm
"Honestly? I don't know." She sighed. "She hasn't done anything, yet. Or tried to."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 2:50pm
::From what Pietro had seen of her, she was a capable young woman. If she couldn't handle a situation, she would be aware of it.:: "May she stay that way."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 2:52pm
'Yeah, but if I know her, she won't." Ty shook her head. "Tim's gonna have his work cut out for him."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 3:00pm
"He is your safety net?" ::Pietro asked, rocking back on the balls of his feet. Wanda was his, and he hers.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 3:03pm
"His powers can counteract mine, yes," she said, "if I don't try hard enough to break through them." He was her safety net in other ways, as well, but that was too personal to admit.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:35pm
::Her eyes betrayed her careful speech. They softened despite her indifferent tone, telling tales that extended far beyond counteraction. She loved that young man Tim, and that simple truth was painful.
Not only because of the feelings Pietro carried. There was that incident he had witnessed in the kitchen those days ago. Yet he wouldn't mention it. Jealousy would always be a factor, and it would cause her pain. Instead, he would watch over her boyfriend, to make sure he valued her for all she was.:: "The rest of us can help as well."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 7:39pm
Her eyebrow rose. "Wanda, maybe. Jean if she decides to flip and go all Phoenix on us. Other then that, no one's had the wherewithall to try." Her tone was quite bitter and she kicked herself for it; she hadn't come out here to be bitter.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:43pm
::Bitterness, his oldest friend. So he plagued Typhoid as well. Pietro stepped closer, bridging the distance between them. He gave a slight shake of his head. Couldn't she see that others cared about her?:: "Some are reluctant to attack their own, and some don't think on their feet."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 7:47pm
"Maybe," she said, shrugging. He'd moved closer but oddly enough it didn't make her feel uncomfortable; probably because he was one of the few people who seemed to understand her wariness about proximity. "I wasn't taught that way. If someone was a danger, you take them out, friend or not. History doesn't matter, the fight does." It was a lesson she'd learned by rote.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 7:55pm
"And how much practical training do you think everyone out there had?" ::Pietro posed the question. The students were a rag-tag group if ever he had seen one. He and Wanda hadn't trained in years, which left the X-Men as the only properly trained group. Only two of which had been out there.
Even without training, one should know his limitations. Pietro's abilities weren't practical for taking her down in a rampage. Wanda was better suited, or Jean, Scott, Ororo, any of them. That in no way meant that he couldn't help her in some other way. Any other way that she might allow him.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:02pm
She shook her head. "Not much, I suppose. I hold back when I train. I don't want to hurt them." That was something she hadn't even told Scott, but she supposed Tim had guessed it. She looked at him a little puzzled. "What's your point? Even if they had training, it would be insane to try to stop me if I couldn't even recognize them."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:07pm
"I was answering your point about fighting your own," ::Pietro rocked back on his heels again. There was guilt in her, self-recrimination from her powers. She had great raw potential, but she wasn't the only one. And that in and of itself didn't make her a risk to them.:: "My point is that others can and will help, if you let them."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:17pm
"I don't want help. It's not safe for anyone if they try to help," she said, stupidly feeling as if she were going to cry and swallowing the feeling, focusing on the trees above them to blink back tears without seeming as if she was. That was stupid, crying like a child.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:30pm
::It pained Pietro to see her so near tears, fearing herself that way. She had the same mannerism he had, of blinking back the tears to they never fell. Whatever had taught her that lesson must have wounded at least as deep as his own.
He wanted to embrace her, to comfort her in some way. Yet he knew how she was about touch, and even without that restriction, what was he to say? "Typhoid, I know you barely know me, and I'm ten years your senior, but I love you?" Or worse, "please let me help?" Begging...it was beneath them all. Magneto had taught him that.
His accent thicker as he spoke.:: "Typhoid."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:40pm
"What?" She focused on him, still blinking back tears, and feeling extremely stupid. As if this was anyone's problem but hers, and here she was crying in front of a virtual stranger.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 8:47pm
"People care," ::Pietro said. Unspoken, "I care." What else could he say?::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 18, 2007, 8:54pm
"Sorry," she said, feeling like she should apologize, though for what she had no idea. She wiped her hand in front of her eyes, thanking God for once in her life for the gloves that took the tears off her face with them. His intensity made her feel as if he was trying to say something he couldn't, and that scared the crap out of her. "I'm not usually like this at all."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2007, 9:07pm
::Pietro didn't doubt that. She was a strong young woman. He had seen that time and again in his encounters with her. She simply had a moment; everyone had them once in a while. Himself included. He had broken down at an abandoned cabin in the woods not too long ago.
He lessened his gaze. His eyes, he'd been told, could be intense. It wouldn't help her right now, to feel that he was scrutinizing her. He spoke, his words sincere.:: "I don't think any less of you."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:01pm
"You should, the others call me a murderer, " she said, then looked at him closely. "Why don't you avoid me like they do?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:10pm
::Pietro could tell her why, why he would never want to avoid her. Yet that would only complicate this further. She didn't need that, not when she carried such a weight upon her already. Instead, Pietro shrugged slightly, his voice remained sincere.:: "Why should I?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:17pm
She shrugged, and smiled a little for once. Trust Pietro to hold as much information to himself as he could. "Fair enough." Walking around him, she went inside the deck and began to wring her hair out, which didn't do much because her gloves were soaking anyways. She pulled them off and set them on a chair before going back to getting the water out of her hair. "Most people say I'm too dangerous. I'm glad someone here doesn't." The words were sincere but off-hand.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:34pm
::So were they all. Within twenty-four hours of returning to America, Pietro, enraged, had put his father into his place. Magneto had taught here, the shape-shifter roamed the halls with nobody to stop her. There was danger all around them. One couldn't be faulted for the power they had, only for how they used it.
With another glance at the darkened sky, the heavy rain, Pietro stepped inside the deck as well. Watching as she dried her hair. Her gloves off, he kept his distance, so as not to worry her about the proximity.:: "Nor will I."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 12:44pm
She gave him a crooked smile. "Thanks." Pulling a ponytail holder out of her pocket, she twisted her hair into a loose bun in the back of her head, getting the thick wet stuff out of her face and off her neck. She wanted to ask more about his relationship with his father, just to know more about him, but she didn't want to ruin the companionable mood they had between them at the moment. She settled for simply changing the subject. "What was it like around here without so many students?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 12:54pm
::Overall, it had been fine, or fine enough, before the accident and Magneto's rise to insanity and power. Classes were small enough that only Uncle and Magneto had needed to teach. There was time for individual power training, meals were at regular times, and each student had his own room.
Not that there had never been fighting. With a half dozen students living in close proximity, emotionally close to one another, tempers ran amok at times. Even with that, it had been better than starving in a Sinti encampment.
Until Magneto ruined it all. Pietro remembered the abuse, the neglect, everything that had been done to he and Wanda. That wasn't what she had asked.:: "More disciplined, quieter. It feels like a school now."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:04pm
She chuckled, wringing the water out of her gloves. "I thought this felt LESS like a school now, what with everyone leaving and coming back. Even instructors."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:10pm
"The world is a different place," ::Pietro said gravely. Far more dangerous now. They had never been attacked in his youth, with the exception of the occasional fight in an alley. Since returning, they had been attacked twice, and this last one wasn't the end.
From what he had seen, this was a half-way home which doubled as a school. But it was not like the family atmosphere it once was.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:13pm
"No kidding, two attacks, and Magneto AWOL," she said, then shut her mouth abruptly. Oh, good goin', girly...
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:27pm
::Pietro's expression hardened for a brief moment, before he forced himself to relax. A pity that more people couldn't view Magneto's disappearance for the blessing it was. The other man had fooled so many. Even though Typhoid seemed to distrust the man, how much of that was reputation? It was why he and Wanda did not speak of their last encounter with their father.
Instead, he settled for a more neutral comment. His voice flat as he spoke.:: "The school seems to have coped with his absence."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 1:34pm
"The school is better off with his absence," she said, putting his expression and the rumors that had been flying around school together. "And I wonder who we have to thank for that?" The question wasn't malicious.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 1:45pm
"As do I," ::Pietro remained mum on the subject. As much as he might care for Typhoid, he and his sister had agreed not to speak of it. With that child Rogue and her friends running around, it wasn't safe to speak of, lest it come to haunt either of them later. Yet to change the subject would be the same as to admit his role.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 3:04pm
She arched an eyebrow. "Indeed." Her tone was knowing, but she left it at that. "We should go back inside," she suggested, changing the subject yet again. "As mad as Storm is I'd expect lightning to hit close around here."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 19, 2007, 5:12pm
::She knew; Pietro could discern it from her tone. She knew, and yet she did not care. Still, for the sake of the charade, he couldn't acknowledge either. Grateful for the change of subject, he glanced towards the sky. Lightning might very well strike soon.:: "After you."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 19, 2007, 10:05pm
Ty nodded with a little smile and started to walk past him, before doing an about face and voluntarily doing something she never did-she gave him a light, loose hug, as carefully as possible. It was strange but she felt as if she needed to thank him somehow, and just saying it didn't seem like enough.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 9:43pm
::Pietro was mildly taken aback. He was unaccustomed to sudden physical contact. And for Typhoid, of all people, to initiate it - both because of how similar she was to him in that regard, and for his thoughts - his surprise was warranted. Yet, he wouldn't take what trust she had in him for granted. Matching the same loose grip, he returned her embrace.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 10:53pm
She backed away carefully and gave him a small smile, somewhat in gratitude for not reacting badly but mostly for his being a listening ear. "Thanks."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 26, 2007, 10:55pm
::Pietro's lips curled into a smile, inclining his head.:: "You're welcome."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 26, 2007, 10:57pm
She tucked herself into her coat against the rain and stepped out of the porch, heading back towards the mansion proper
