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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 21:26:51 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that he had his behavioral peculiarities, and might take for granted that Wanda was used to them, and Rossignol not. He sipped from his glass.:: "We both must learn."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 21:30:24 GMT -5
"Don't change just for me," she said, sipping at her drink and nodding at his newly grabbed glass, with a slight smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 22:04:34 GMT -5
"I promise not to," ::Pietro replied, before finishing his glass. The matter was that he found it difficult to change.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 22:35:21 GMT -5
Ty nodded, accepting it, sipping her drink and watching a mutant with two heads and a heart that glowed through his shirt dance with a woman who had horns on her forehead. "Sometimes I think we're more lucky then some."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 22:41:27 GMT -5
::Pietro turned to follow her gaze to the mutant in question. Although his abilities were far less impressive than Wanda's, he valued them. He only regretted his appearance because of his resemblance to Magneto, not because he was intrinsicly unattractive, and the silver hair had only been minorly bothersome in childhood. He nodded, refilling his glass.:: "Often I know that we are."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 22:51:07 GMT -5
"Even when someone mentions your looks?" she asked, not referring to Magneto by name.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 23:02:16 GMT -5
::Pietro set the glass down atop the counter. He intensely disliked how he looked, he disliked his bloodline. Yet, there were those worse off than he.:: "Even with my looks, I can go to a grocery store and purchase without being denied."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 23:10:51 GMT -5
She nodded, then chuckled a little, remembering. "Even with my looks, my gloves in summer used to be a dead giveaway."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 9, 2007 12:58:02 GMT -5
::The thought irritated Pietro, the blindness and fear of others. Magneto had given bad example for innate prejudices. He refilled his shot glass.:: "You need them no longer."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 9, 2007 18:19:39 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I still wear them, sometimes."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 9, 2007 20:59:39 GMT -5
::Pietro took his shot glass in hand, and sipped from it again.:: "From habit?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 9, 2007 21:03:14 GMT -5
"From fear." Ty took another sip of her drink. The band had left the stage, and the DJ was setting up.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 9, 2007 21:10:25 GMT -5
::Pietro downed the vodka in his glass, setting it aside. Fear, he understood.:: "That your powers will regress?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 9, 2007 21:14:08 GMT -5
"Sometimes. Or that I'll get angry and hurt someone," she said, as the DJ started up a popular dance song. Ty wrinkled her nose at it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 9, 2007 21:16:53 GMT -5
::Pietro could identify with that, the fear of all-consuming rage. Her nose wrinkled as a song began to play, one he had never heard.:: "I don't recognize this music."
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