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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2009 21:17:25 GMT -5
"Pietro will," she said absently, nausea still twisting her stomach. "I need to go inside." If she was going to be sick, it wasn't going to be out here.
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Post by Odin on Oct 20, 2009 21:25:11 GMT -5
::That was for the best, and Odin offered,:: "Would you like help getting there?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2009 21:28:33 GMT -5
"No." She looked at him in trepidation. "I don't do well with people when I'm sick." It was better, she thought, to tell him why she didn't want the help.
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Post by Odin on Oct 20, 2009 21:38:30 GMT -5
::Odin nodded again, as that was her prerogative, and he wouldn't want assistance, particularly not from him, were their positions reversed.:: "All right. I'll call you when I get back, so we can remedy this. If something comes up, call me; I won't be able to come back, but I can probably talk you through it over the phone."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2009 21:44:50 GMT -5
Her first reaction among many to what he said was 'talk me through being human? Screw you,' but fortunately rationality hadn't left with her X-factor. She'd chosen this. "I'll let you know if my number changes."
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Post by Odin on Oct 20, 2009 21:47:34 GMT -5
::Odin nodded in response to that. Worse came to worst and he would take a trip unannounced out here.:: "I'll see you when I get back. And please, give my regards to Mystique."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2009 21:49:51 GMT -5
She nodded, taking steps backwards to go back towards the Mansion. "I will."
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Post by Odin on Oct 20, 2009 21:51:01 GMT -5
"Thanks." ::Odin didn't attempt to leave yet. She was his responsibility, and so he wouldn't leave the grounds until he saw that she was in safely.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2009 21:53:33 GMT -5
She nodded a good bye and went back towards the Mansion, her lips tightly compressed. When she was almost to the door, she suddenly turned and ducked behind bushes, emerging a minute later with a sour taste in her mouth and a worse expression before disappearing inside.
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Post by Odin on Oct 20, 2009 22:03:58 GMT -5
::She had vomitted, which Odin could have predicted. Only when the door to the mansion shut behind her did he turn and leave. He had to get back to main street, hail a taxi cab, and then return to Manhattan to put the rest of his affairs in order and then catch his flight.
As he walked, he took no comfort in the thought that this day could not possibly get any worse. There was no comfort to be found. Instead, he had another problem to look forward to, a bad taste in his mouth, and less control over the feelings threatening to overwhelm him than he would have liked.::
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