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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 16, 2008 21:41:24 GMT -5
"Six," ::Pietro said, still defensive. "Like clockwork." Moments like these, he wished his thoughts would slow, to give him even the briefest reprieve.::
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Post by arcane on Jun 17, 2008 6:28:14 GMT -5
It was roughly what Jack had guessed when he estimated. He found it a little excessive for a place such as this, but it wasn't up to him how often the grounds were patrolled, he just thought it was a lot of Pietro, but he seemed more then adept. "Good on you for keeping it up."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 17, 2008 21:42:01 GMT -5
::Pietro's gaze remained on the other man a split-second longer than the situation called for. He was trying to discern whether or not the statement was sarcastic, which, at the moment, he was unable to do.::
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 10:19:37 GMT -5
Jack remained silent, unaware that his compliment may have been taken wrongly. His eyes continued to roam the grounds around him, keeping in stride with Pietro.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 15:53:23 GMT -5
::Pietro decided that the best course of action was simply to ignore the comment, and move on. While they walked around the grounds, he gestured at the woods off in the distance.:: "The end of those trees is a property line. The neighbors don't like us; keep aware."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 16:09:18 GMT -5
Jack looked in the direction Pietro had indicated, assessing the distant woodland. "And who are the neighbours, exactly?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 16:12:05 GMT -5
"People with too much money and no tolerance for people who aren't," ::Pietro replied, unable to keep the contempt from his voice. The first genuine emotion to come through since he left Samson's office, and it was angry disgust. He detested doing anything to fit into the profile the psychiatrist had painted of him. However, he had detested the atmosphere of Westchester since he had been a child, and returning last spring had only reaffirmed his opinion. Nothing ever changed.::
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 16:20:31 GMT -5
Jack made a noise of matching disapproval as he watched the distant woodland. He had always felt those with money should be the role models in helping a society change and shape itself, much like the Professor did with his fortune. It was an admirable way to avoid greed. Those who did no such thing, and then were people like mutant haters made him angry beyond belief. They did not deserve their lavish comforts.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 16:24:15 GMT -5
::The other man seemingly agreed, and although little could be done to put Pietro at ease, it was enough to make him comfortable elaborating a bit for a rant, or a minor explanation.:: "They know we are a school; there are rumors we are mutants. They don't know for sure, and they don't know we're the X-Men."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 16:26:42 GMT -5
"Probably best to keep it that way," muttered Jack in idle comment as he glanced back at Pietro. People with money were powerful, and the X-Men had enough enemies to struggle with without more on their doorstep.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 16:28:33 GMT -5
"We don't go around revealing ourselves," ::Despite not being an official team member, Pietro went to all of the briefings, he went on missions, and he had been here as a student, which gave him a sense of...not quite entitlement, closer to responsibility. He was borne of their enemy, after all. And that thought brought a frown to his face, caused his back to stiffen.::
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 16:57:57 GMT -5
"I don't think anyone can afford to these days," he remarked at that. Mutants were getting more and more bad press, and it was becoming nigh impossible to avoid the backlash.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 17:10:25 GMT -5
"Ist beschissen," ::Pietro felt most language sounded more indignant in German, and it was a "messed up" situation, surely. Mutants had to hide who they were for fear of backlash from Magneto, and he suffered paranoid delusions? Samson was out of touch. He told himself that, had to tell himself that, lest he begin to doubt himself even more than he already did.::
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 17:51:12 GMT -5
Jack gave a wry smirk, if only faintly, at hearing Pietro speak German again. "Still don't know the language," he remarked, glancing towards him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 17:53:29 GMT -5
"It's a miserable situation," ::Pietro corrected himself, both from courtesy and from the attempt to keep himself together. He spoke four languages, could distinguish between them. Samson had made him paranoid, more so than usual, now afraid to display anything which might make him appear out of touch with reality.::
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