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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 8:32:41 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in agreement. Magneto was a hate-filled man, a dangerous one, but for now he remained incapacitated.:: "That is why were are Maximoffs."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 8:44:52 GMT -5
Ty merely reached up and squeezed his shoulder lightly in a sort of understanding, since he couldn't take his eyes off the road. "I never had a last name, so I suppose we are two of a kind, in a way."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 8:55:39 GMT -5
:: Her touch upon his shoulder was warm and comforting, doubly so because she felt at ease to do it. Family was a sensitive issue; Pietro knew that. Pietro assumed she had been orphaned or abandoned, if she had no family name. She didn't deserve that, not with everything else she had to brave. He avoided the direct issue, switching to a more neutral question:: "Where did you grow?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 9:05:05 GMT -5
"Italy, until I was eight. New York, after that. I was adopted by an American family." She moved her hand, rearranging her clothing slightly underneath the seatbelt. "I ran away when I was 14."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 9:10:16 GMT -5
"Did you like Italy?" ::Pietro asked, curious about her experiences living outside America. He turned the car onto their exit. They would emerge in Mid Town, and needed to be prepared for traffic leading to Greenwich.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 9:11:47 GMT -5
"Some of it is hard to remember," she admitted, "but what I do remember I loved. Have you been there?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 9:15:58 GMT -5
"Once," ::Pietro said with a slight nod. Taking a break from Eastern Europe, he and Wanda had taken to the Mediterranean, and had stayed several weeks. As usual, they stayed from the tourist areas, remaining in small villages.:: "What I saw was similar to everywhere else. In Italian instead of German or Russian."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 9:29:07 GMT -5
"I suppose it's different if you're born there. I still miss using Italian, it's not quite the same in New York." There were quite a few things she missed about her old home, and a good deal more she wished she didn't have to remember.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 11:23:26 GMT -5
::Pietro assumed as much, though even when he had lived abroad, it had been as an outsider. The Sinti were marked in that way.:: "Does anyone here speak it?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 11:33:06 GMT -5
"Not that I know of," she said. "Besides you and Wanda, there's that teleporter around that speaks German, but when it comes to foreign languages, that's about it."
((OOC: AAACK! I should NOT post while talking to someone in RL.))
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 7, 2007 17:00:00 GMT -5
::Pietro imagined it must be unpleasant surrounded by no one who shared a common language aside from English. As a twin, he and Wanda had one another, could speak in German, or Romanes Sintenghero Tschiben when they wished to speak privately. Of other languages, he knew only what was necessary to survive in their travels. But he could read faster, learn faster, than most others, and he resolved to become conversational for her.:: "I will learn."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 7, 2007 21:25:20 GMT -5
She smiled at that. "Forse che รจ possibile," she said, not expecting him to understand but meaning it more as humor.
{"Perhaps that is possible"}
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 8, 2007 10:33:54 GMT -5
::Pietro knew a few words, understood "possible," and nodded once as they entered Mid Town.:: "Give me a week."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 8, 2007 11:59:37 GMT -5
She laughed a little. "I guess your powers extend to more then just running." In truth, she'd always been curious about that.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 8, 2007 19:27:11 GMT -5
::Pietro drove the car into the Mid town traffic, and as soon as he was able, turned off onto a side avenue to get to the restaurant quicker. He had made a reservation that gave them more than enough time to get there, but he hated waiting in traffic.:: "They extend to everything."
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