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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 13:48:40 GMT -5
"Jean has better things to do with her time, and she's less invasive," ::Pietro countered. His memories of Jean's telepathy went back to before he had left for Europe, and she had always struggled with it, apart from everything else. As for Uncle, she could outrun him.::
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 13:54:27 GMT -5
"I suppose, but neither of them try to fool us into believing they don't hear 'surface thoughts'", she said wryly. "Particularly if we're making excuses."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 13:56:47 GMT -5
::That was true, but Pietro merely shrugged.:: "Run as fast as you can in the other direction before they realize you are covering yourself."
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 14:01:49 GMT -5
The idea made her chuckle. "I could just cause a few currents to run in the wrong direction and be true to my name..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 14:09:28 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; she was beginning to see what he meant. It was humor, of course, but for the sake of argument...:: "That would provide you with the opportunity to hide."
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 14:11:53 GMT -5
She laughed outright. "It would also remind me entirely too much of when I was a teenager."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 14:17:06 GMT -5
::Pietro quirked his eyebrow at her, a slight smile on his lips.:: "Causing trouble instead of cleaning it up?"
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 14:20:30 GMT -5
"Exactly." She returned his smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 21:26:06 GMT -5
::Pietro knocked the tree deliberately with his elbow, and several more acorns fell to the grass. He bent down to gather them, and then began to juggle them; it had been a long time since he had used anything this small.:: "You might as well."
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 21:32:14 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose, and instead of replying, she created wind currents that made the acorns spin wildly in every which direction.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 21:34:32 GMT -5
::Pietro allowed his speed to compensate, so when the acorns went off course, which they did, he could bring them back in without dropping them.:: "The last time I did this was with firearms; cut me slack."
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 21:38:02 GMT -5
"The last time I cut you slack, you told me I was making them move too slowly," she replied archly, a smile on her face.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 21:43:33 GMT -5
::Pietro mirrored her action, a silver eyebrow quirked at her. His hands continued to work quickly, juggling the acorns, and his concentration was divided between that task and the conversation.:: "If you want me to go inside and get something larger and heavier, we can play that game."
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Post by Storm on Mar 22, 2008 21:45:12 GMT -5
"If I say yes, you will try to juggle small boulders, and I'll be forced to let you so that you don't break something important," she replied.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 22, 2008 21:49:06 GMT -5
::Pietro caught the last acorn, and palmed them in his right hand.:: "I was going to suggest the wrenches from the toolkit. I think you want me on my back in the basement."
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