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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 17:48:37 GMT -5
"Mystique," ::Odin replied, with a mental sigh. It was reliving the past, how easily he could give up her name thanks to Laudine Piercefield's influence. Thankfully this wasn't a dangerous betrayal, as the last time had been. He remembered that Mystique had been treated poorly by many of Xavier's people, distrusted, but that wasn't everyone, and the worst that could happen is she'd think he kept poor company. It'd be her loss.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 19:26:33 GMT -5
"Oh." The admission made Typhoid smile a little. "I am her baby's godmother."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 19:39:56 GMT -5
"You keep good company then," ::Odin said with a bit of a smirk. He'd met the baby; she looked like her mother used to.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 19:42:01 GMT -5
"I'm glad I passed muster," she replied, with a tinge of sarcasm, though it was in humor.
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 19:44:14 GMT -5
::She was opening up, Odin could tell, and that was always a positive sign.:: "And with that as background, I'll put what I said on the table for you."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 19:50:12 GMT -5
Her expression grew shaded again, not mistrustful, simply...guarded. She'd been offered "help" in the past; it hadn't gone well. "I'm not sure."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
::Odin nodded in understanding. It was an on-the-spot question, and she undoubtedly wasn't as used to such decisions in life, with regard to gifts.:: "I know it isn't something to be taken lightly. But, if you'll give me your hand, I can show that I'm not blowing smoke."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 19:57:52 GMT -5
That made her instantly back away a little. "I don't like to be touched."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 20:04:12 GMT -5
::Odin's hands remained on his glass, making no move to touch her uninvited.:: "I can't say I blame you for that. Demonstrations are just easier that way, unless you'd rather just take my word. But you can't hurt me, and I'll submit that as proof of ability, if not genuine intentions."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 20:15:13 GMT -5
She studied him for a few minutes, by sight as well as through her power. His heartbeat hadn't changed throughout the entire conversation, except for when she'd first asked a direct question, and he said he couldn't lie. And judging from the expression on his face when she'd asked it, that was because he hadn't expected the question, not because he was lying. A compulsion, maybe, that he was fighting? Or just a chance reaction to surprise? She didn't know, but he didn't appear to be lying now. And what would be the use of it anyways? So he could take her hand and get himself killed? He didn't seem to be the suicidal type; too much of a smart ass for that, for one thing. And a bar wasn't exactly the place to you go to off yourself. She took a breath, still with her own personal proximity warnings going off in her head. If there was a chance he wasn't lying, she at least had to try. She extended the gloved hand that had been wrapped around her glass in tension, hesitatingly. "You can try, but I'm not responsible if you have a death wish."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 20:20:21 GMT -5
"Would you take off your glove?" ::Odin asked, or rather specified. Taking off her glove for her would be an uninvited gesture, and he was earning her trust. Doing anything to upset that because of refusal to ask a question would be daft.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 20:24:38 GMT -5
Typhoid almost pulled away and didn't extend her hand again, but she couldn't stand to do it without first seeing if he was telling the truth. Pulling her hand back, she took off her glove, though she would be the first to admit that she did it slowly enough to allow her time to back out three times over. Her expression frozen, she extended her hand again.
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 20:28:06 GMT -5
::Odin didn't blink when she pulled her glove off, his expression remained as it had been: self-assured and sincere. Confidently, he reached out and took her hand, taking it in a loose handshake. He felt her power fizzle around him, not touching him as though by some unspoken agreement.:: "Imagine that with everyone."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 20:33:03 GMT -5
She stared in sudden shock at her hand in his; she had half expected him to turn to ash on the spot. Swallowing, she abruptly pulled away, unable to process the sensation. "I've only met one other person who could do that. And he had to work at it."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 21:28:18 GMT -5
::Odin let her hand slip from his, making no effort to restrain her. He'd requested the opportunity to make a demonstration; it had worked, and her shock was more than evident. She knew he was telling the truth.:: "We all have our gifts."
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