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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:12:53 GMT -5
"Sixteen," she said quietly. "One is a little girl that calls herself Mary as well, the others don't make themselves known much on the outside." It was information no one, barring Xavier, had. "There are others, many others, but those I can't access."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:19:50 GMT -5
"Sixteen," ::Pietro repeated. He had never heard of such a strain before, and he admired her all the more for being able to keep herself with Mary and fourteen others there with her. He started the car and began to navigate them from the garage.:: "You are a strong woman, Typhoid."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:24:00 GMT -5
"Thank you." Her gratitude was more then genuine. "Most people just call me crazy and leave it at that. It's why your Uncle freaks me out."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:31:14 GMT -5
"You aren't crazy," ::Pietro said, as they pulled out of the garage and drove down the winding road towards the gate. At times, the same talk had been thrown about Wanda, and he was sensitive to it.:: "Because he is unwavering in his inability to leave well enough alone?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:32:29 GMT -5
She chuckled. "More like because he can see inside my head whenever he wants. Though the other part is true enough, but I don't mind that so much."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:35:56 GMT -5
"I barely notice," ::Pietro admitted as they passed through the gates and turned onto Graymalkin Lane towards Route 287. He'd been raised when Uncle was far more invasive than he was now. If Uncle was monitoring everyone, he didn't speak of it. Yet he understood not wanting to have secrets known.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:41:06 GMT -5
"Maybe I'm just paranoid, then," Ty replied. "He says he doesn't, and I suppose I trust him in that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:46:22 GMT -5
"It is strange at first," ::Pietro admitted. It had been difficult to adjust to, both Uncle and Magneto. Magneto would spend all hours of the day doing repairs without tools, the noise frightening. Uncle constantly speaking in German to reassure them about fears they never expressed. The years went by and he grew used to it.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:48:08 GMT -5
"Can I ask you a question?" she said, changing subjects.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 21:49:29 GMT -5
"Yes," ::Pietro said with a nod. They continued down the street, driving onto the connecting road until they found themselves on 287. Once there, Pietro pulled into the left lane and increased the speed.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 6, 2007 21:53:44 GMT -5
Ty's hand tightened on the armrest on the door of the Acura, watching the roads flash by, but not saying anything about it, trusting he knew what he was doing. "How did it come about that your last name is Maximoff, and your father's Lensherr?" She asked it softly, fully aware that he didn't like to be reminded of his father.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 6, 2007 22:02:05 GMT -5
::The signs before them warned that the 287 would switch into the 87 North and the 87 South. Pietro stayed left as they merged into the 87 South and continued driving.
He should have expected her question. After all, she had not been there for the day he and Wanda changed their names back.:: "We were adopted by the Maximoffs when we were infants, and we changed it back when Magneto left."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 7:15:28 GMT -5
"When he left? For the Brotherhood?" Though it was a fact Typhoid hated to admit, she was generally in the dark about most of the events before Alcatraz, except for the bits and pieces Rogue had told her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 8:10:43 GMT -5
::Pietro remembered that day vividly he did not think he could ever forget it. Breakfast had been uncomfortably silent for everyone, after the argument the night before. It woke everyone. Magneto packed up, ready to leave, and *demanded* he and Wanda follow. As though all should be forgiven because of their shared blood. Naturally they had refused and that had been the last time they had seen their father face-to-face before returning.:: "Yes, his precious Brotherhood."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 8:18:08 GMT -5
Ty shook her head, feeling helpless in the face of his obvious anger. And he was right to be so angry. No father should abandon his children; the both of them were proof enough of that. "Bad subject. He's an idiot, that's obvious."
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