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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2010 19:04:26 GMT -5
Typhoid didn't miss the significant date either. "Why kick you out? I've seen Morlocks steal and still stay in."
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Post by skids on Jan 25, 2010 19:17:21 GMT -5
Not getting out of the Q&A session so easily, she realized. Sighing, Skids turned to Typhoid. "That's the thing," she said. "I didn't steal. I was only brought along to be the getaway car, so to speak. And, on my last assignment, I got paired up with Healer to get food for everyone from this mini-mart off Madison Ave, but..." She trailed off, not wanting to admit what had happened, though she knew she'd find no sanctuary here until it was out. "Things went bad." She blinked, looking down at the tabletop. "The cops showed up," her gaze flicked momentarily to Pietro before returning to the wood grain of the table, "and Healer was shot with a cure dart. They...they tried to shoot me, but I was too fast. I was able to get Healer back underground, but when we got there and relayed what happened, Masque went off. He threw both me and Healer out, saying Healer was useless as a human and I was incompetent." Tears welled in her eyes at the truth of Masque's hateful words came back to haunt her. "He was right," she sniffed.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2010 21:56:47 GMT -5
"Masque has a pretty cruel definition of what's incompetent," Typhoid remarked, her voice even but with an edge of bitterness to it. And if he's still alive, I may have to take things into my own hands, she thought. "It might not be the easiest thing on the planet, but you have to not listen to him." It was obvious the girl was distressed about the situation, but it wasn't up to Typhoid to pass judgment on anyone. She had once killed on Masque's orders.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 26, 2010 19:11:09 GMT -5
::It appeared Pietro would have to investigate whether any division of the Force was using the Cure; he assumed it was SWAT or Special Operations, as nobody he knew was given such weaponry, but it was still cause for concern...later. And it seemed as though her former leader was every bit as insane as Magneto, not surprising considering what he had done with Rossignol. Very well. Pushing back his chair, he rose,:: "I will take you to the parlor."
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Post by skids on Jan 26, 2010 20:59:56 GMT -5
Skids looked up gratefully at Pietro. "Thanks," she said, rising to follow him. Turning to Typhoid, she said, "Thanks for not throwing me out. I'm sorry I broke in."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 26, 2010 21:01:28 GMT -5
Ty raised her hand in a philosophical gesture. "Not the first time it's happened here."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 26, 2010 21:05:45 GMT -5
"You can apologize to the Professor in the morning," ::Pietro told her, a reminder that *he* was the authority in this house. Walking around the table, he paused in the doorway, waiting for to follow. To Rossignol, he said,:: "I will clear when I get back."
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Post by skids on Jan 26, 2010 21:10:08 GMT -5
Skids nodded silently and followed Pietro, more than ready for a good crash.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 26, 2010 21:11:04 GMT -5
Ty nodded but said nothing; she'd try to clear up some anyways.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 26, 2010 21:14:09 GMT -5
::Pietro led Skids from the kitchen through the lower floor of the mansion, to the large and lavish parlor. The sofa was likely more comfortable than his bed on any given occasion. Taking two pillows and the blanket from one of the armchairs, he set her up.:: "Classes begin at 8:00a.m., so expect rowdiness before that."
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Post by skids on Jan 26, 2010 21:33:37 GMT -5
"Thank you," Skids said, sitting down on one end of the sofa. The cushions were soft, and she knew she'd sleep very well for the next four hours or so.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 26, 2010 21:36:54 GMT -5
"Goodnight," ::Pietro said to her, turning to leave. He would come back repeatedly to check on her, but he had a kitchen to clean at the moment.::
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Post by skids on Jan 26, 2010 21:39:55 GMT -5
Skids pulled the blanket around her, curled up into a ball on her side, and closed her eyes. It took mere moments for her to fall asleep, physically and emotionally drained as she was by the evening's events.
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