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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 22:24:16 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "Thank you. Working out when I was younger helped to train my powers, as well."
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 22:26:45 GMT -5
::Her powers again; they intrigued Tiboldt as they would have great potential use on the stage. He pulled a rubber ball from his pocket and held it up.:: "About your powers, can I have a demonstration? You explained them last time, but as they say, seeing is believing."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 22:29:28 GMT -5
Wanda nodded. "Of course, Mr. Tiboldt." When he held out the rubber ball, she concentrated on it. Her hand began to glow scarlet, and with a gesture, she sent the ball flying to the right. It bounced off a wall and began to bounce harmlessly amongst the tables, before she made another motion and it surged upward to hit the ceiling. "How was that?" She asked, turning to him.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 22:35:57 GMT -5
::Tiboldt chuckled and clapped his hands together, impressed with the display. This would do nicely for the act.:: "Absolutely enchanting, Wanda. Absolutely enchanting."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 22:46:25 GMT -5
Wanda beamed at him, pleased with his reaction. "I am very glad you think so," She told him.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 22:55:33 GMT -5
"How good are you with knots?" ::This was a more practical discussion than last time; Tiboldt had an itinerary as he was testing her.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 23:00:39 GMT -5
Wanda paused for a moment, thinking. "I know how to do several, but it's been a while. I'll need to practice," She told him honestly.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 23:02:35 GMT -5
"Were you a Scout?" ::Tiboldt asked curiously. She had mentioned her odd jobs in Europe, but had also mentioned most of them involved waitressing. The Four H Club and Girl Scouts taught knots, however, and that would account for the time gap.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 23:19:24 GMT -5
Wanda shook her head. "No, I wasn't." She had been homeschooled, and the neighborhood had shunned her and her twin.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 23:20:37 GMT -5
::That meant it was a story, which Tiboldt might ask later, or he might never ask. He nodded, accepting that, and did not further pursue that topic.:: "Would you mind trying on a couple of outfits while you're here?"
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 23:26:57 GMT -5
Wanda shook her head. "I wouldn't mind at all." She wouldn't mind trying on a few outfits.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 23:29:14 GMT -5
"Wonderful," ::Tiboldt said, and led her backstage to the dressing room. He had guessed her size during her interview, and more than that, he wanted to see how she looked in costume. A female-cut tuxedo complete with top hat was folded on a chair outside the small dressing room, and a black dress hung beside it.:: "The tuxedo first."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 23:39:40 GMT -5
She nodded, and walked over with him to the dressing room. There was a tuxedo laid out, and she gathered the material in her arms and entered the dressing room to try it on.
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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 20, 2009 23:41:58 GMT -5
::Tiboldt left her to dress and returned to the stage proper. He had to ready the cage to show her the way it worked, and to make sure she didn't suffer from claustrophobia; it was a deal-breaker.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Mar 20, 2009 23:55:44 GMT -5
It didn't take too long for Wanda to change; it fit quite well. When she was done, she exited the room and walked to the front of the stage. "How do I look?" She asked, perching the top hat on her head.
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