Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 30, 2007 10:08:02 GMT -5
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 10:26pm
::After his conversation with Scott, Pietro had taken the map of the grounds and set himself a schedule to do six security sweeps every day. The one at dawn and the one mid-morning had been clear. Now it was time for the early afternoon sweep. Pietro ran from the mansion, to the other notable points on the grounds, at full speed, checking to make sure that nobody unwanted had snuck in.
He appeared little more than a silver blur, as he ran back and forth across the grounds.::
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:34pm
::The entire grounds secure, Pietro stopped under a tree. He wasn't tired; it too far more power than that to exhause him. However, he wanted to take a moment to enjoy the tranquility of the grounds. The grass and flowers had grown back, and the sky was clear. Mutant cooperation at its best.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 28, 2007, 11:45pm
"Am I disturbing you?" Typhoid looked down in surprise from the branch of the tree she'd chosen to climb, and the one he was at the moment resting on.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:50pm
::Pietro turned his head at the sound of that familiar voice. Not from behind him, but from above him. Typhoid sat on a tree branch, just as he had climbed when he was a student.:: "You never disturb me."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 28, 2007, 11:53pm
She smiled, the first warm smile she'd given to anyone in days, besides Tim. "That's good to hear. You just wearing a groove in the ground or was there a purpose to all the running?" She'd been too engrossed in a book to try to follow his pattern when he ran, but no one could miss the silver streak flashing by when he passed. She turned her book upside down on the tree branch to mark her place.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:57pm
"That was a security sweep. We all earn our keep somehow," ::Pietro replied, feeling like Lancelot in that book Magneto had liked to well. Affection for a young woman who couldn't be his. He'd bask in the warmth of her smile, which, if she had the same demeanor as he did, were rare. And he would content himself with that alone.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 12:06am
(( Once And Future King. Nice reference ))
Her expression was wry. "Maybe. Some of us just laze around in trees reading books." Twisting around so she could fully face him, she leaned against the trunk of the tree. "Nice to be back, though." The first words that had leapt to her mind had been something along the lines of it being good to see him, and that startled her. She swallowed the feeling and the words, choosing to be friendly as before.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 12:29am
"Lazing is part of being a student." ::Pietro said, his thoughts drifting to the rest of her statment.
Yes, she was back from a vacation. She had begun to explain it that terrible afternoon in the kitchen with her once tortured, now recovered boyfriend and Magneto's old harlot, Uncle's untrustworthy turned human ward. The discussion and the company had made him upset enough to have to leave before any real details about her vacation.
From what he had gathered, she had needed it. And the young man treated her well, beause she was grateful for the time with him. Whatever happened had been good for her, as she appeared amused, if not happy. If only Pietro could say the same of himself.
His lips curled into a thin smile, as he gave a slight nod of his head.:: "It's nice to see you around again."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 5:24pm
She laughed a little. "The Professor would disagree about the lazing part, but he can't very well argue since I WAS reading a book." Standing up carefully on the branch and taking aim for a spot below the tree, she leapt down, book in hand, landing in a crouch on one knee. She stood up and dusted herself off, ridding her gloves of bits of grass that clung to them. She gave him a mild smile. "Good to see that SOMEONE missed me." The words were part bitter, part humorous.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 5:47pm
::There is was, that bitter tone that Pietro had noticed their first meeting in the kitchen. Her skeletons were making themself known, even as they remained invisible. He knew that sense of isolation, had often wondered it about his father back when he had been foolish enough to care about the other man's approval.:: "I'm sure others did, as well, but don't want to appear too sentimental."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 5:53pm
She gave a shrug that didn't match what she felt. "Probably. At least Myst was glad to see me." She gave him a probing look. "What is it with you and her, anyways?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 10:21pm
::That as a question Pietro would prefer she hadn't asked. She was close to the blue shapeshifter, for reasons that he couldn't begin to fathom. She kept poor company, like the harlot's friend who had introduced herself as Shade. To be fair, he should view Typhoid as he did Shade, but he couldn't do it. Pietro feared that his heart might make him foolish, like it had Uncle.
How to explain this to Typhoid? The pregnancy was obvious, and she knew he hated his father. But was it appropriate to explain the reasons now? Or ever for that matter? She had enough baggage of her own.:: "We have a complicated history."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 11:01pm
"Oh." Her expression was mildly disappointed. She knew Myst had been part of the Brotherhood at one time, and by that it was fairly obvious the nature of the "complicated history" he spoke of had something to do with the fact that she'd had any association with Pietro's father, and in part she understood his distaste. Anyone who had once been part of the Brotherhood was to be view with at the very least suspicion- which, now that she thought about it, was rather hypocritical thinking on her part, and that was probably one of the reasons she decided just to overlook Myst's past. Her help when she'd had to fight Mary had just made her feel that it had been a good decision. The fact that someone else she felt was growing to be at least a friend had a major dislike, or even hatred, for another of her companions disappointed and frustrated her.
Lost in thoughts of that day battling Mary, she belatedly realized she'd been staring into the distance thinking, and pulled her attention back to Pietro. "If it changes your mind any....she helped me, a lot. When I was losing my mind she helped pull me back. I owe her."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 30, 2007, 11:06pm
"You owe her?" ::Pietro asked, his interest piqued. He didn't care about the nature of the debt; that was between she and the shapeshifter. Instead, he asked only to make sure that he'd heard it the way she meant.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 30, 2007, 11:12pm
"Yeah." Her voice became tight. "I could have killed her, and she stuck around. I owe her."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 9:49pm
::Pietro mulled that revelation over silently. His belief system was simple, consistent, and unbreakable. One repaid debts, no matter how long it took. And while indebted, one remained loyal. That she owed the blue shape-shifter was her own affair, the fact that she did complicated matters. He could never ask her to turn her back on a woman she owed, even as untrustworthy a one as Magneto's former harlot.
That left him with two options. Either he could regard Typhoid with equal suspicion...which he could not bring himself to do. Or he would have to ease his paranoia, for Typhoid's sake.
After considering all of this, he inclined his head slightly.:: "I can respect that."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 9:55pm
"Good." She took a breath; drama was something she hated, and with her decreasing control of her powers, she had enough as it was. "I know you don't like her at all, that much is obvious. But....I don't know, I'm confused. Why fight to save her, then?" It was something she'd been dying to ask ever since she'd figured out Pietro and his sister regarded Myst with at the very least suspicion, at the most, hatred. She didn't want to have to fight Pietro for Myst's sake....truth be told, she didn't want to fight anyone.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 10:32pm
::It was a difficult question to answer, although Pietro hadn't regretted his actions. He had seen the battle from his window, came running out prepared to fight, took his orders from Scott and Uncle, and helped to defeat the intruding enemies.
He remembered the look on Uncle's face, the sheer determination and anger in his voice. How he had demanded the prisoner be taken alive. Pietro had wondered whether the other man regretted that decision. Pietro knew that had Uncle not been there, he wouldn't have been so kind.
Finally, he came back to himself and shrugged slightly.:: "The man who raised me like his own cares about her."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 10:37pm
"So....doesn't that tell you something, maybe?" Her tone was one of curiousity as opposed to insult. She supposed in a way her debt to Mystique had been paid because of that day- she'd taken life, again; let her power run away with her, again, in the name of saving Myst. But it didn't feel that way. She would have defended the mansion against anyone, no matter their target, and she though perhaps that was how Pietro felt- it had been a simple matter of defense, nothing more. His answer took her aback a little and she was more blunt with the feeling.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 10:49pm
"Somebody needs to be the watchman, ever vigilant," ::Pietro replied with a slight shake of his head. He would fight anyone who dared step foot on the grounds; he would fight for them all, for his sister, for Uncle, for Typhoid, for the X-Men and the students.
That he would rescue her again was from his sense of devotion to his Uncle, his gratitude for a buffer between he and his father, and the affection for a caring parent. As terrible as his childhood had been, it would have been ten times worse if he and Wanda had been alone with Magneto. That she spoke of Uncle with the same tone, gratitude, if not actual affection, had led him to resolve to leave her alone...at least until the child was born.
That did not mean he trusted her, far from it. He watched, waited, prepared to fight if necessary. Should Magneto return and loyalties shift, he would be there to prevent the inevitable slaughter. Unlike Uncle, he and Wanda weren't naive, and they weren't fools.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 10:57pm
Ty sighed deeply; he wasn't understanding her point, and probably wouldn't, given his feelings about Myst. "I suppose so."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:08pm
::Pietro noticed her sigh, and met it with a raised eyebrow.:: "If I'm being dense, please enlighten me."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:09pm
"I suppose....it was only that perhaps you should just trust Xavier about her, is all I mean." She gave a noncommittal shrug, not wanting to tread dangerous ground but figuring she was already doing so.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:26pm
::Pietro stiffened from the suggestion, not only that he should trust the shape-shifter, but that, tangentially, he should trust Magneto as well. He meant what he had said to Uncle that day in his office, his naivety would kill him.
He shook his head, forcing his hands from curling into fists.:: "Charles Xavier also allowed Magneto to teach here."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:29pm
"He doesn't trust him," she shook her head at what Pietro implied. "He practically gave me permission to kill Magneto a long time ago, should he do anything out of line."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:51pm
::That revelation caused Pietro to grow silent. What she said was far different from the "I forgave him" speech that he and Wanda had received upon returning. He could only hope that Uncle hadn't wavered in his resolve since speaking with Typhoid.
Finally, he spoke, his accent somewhat thicker.:: "I promised not to hurt her, but that's all I can do."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:54pm
She nodded, looking him in the eye. "I understand."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 10, 2007, 10:45am
::Pietro nodded once in response. Perhaps she did understand. She related to him on other levels, such as mannerisms, desire for privacy, shirking from unwanted physical contact.
And the students here were far different from when he had attended. They were no longer shielded from the facts of life, instead she had been thrust head-first into battle. There she had demonstrated that she was far from naive, also.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 13, 2007, 10:38pm
Typhoid's eyes darted away; she knew that was about as far as she was going to get without pissing SOMEONE off today. "I should go, it looks like Storm's in a snit," she said, pointing to the thunderclouds that had suddenly darkened the sky.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 13, 2007, 10:58pm
::Pietro followed her gaze to the rapidly darkening sky. Living in Europe, away from Ororo, he had nearly forgotten how the weather could be influenced by a force beside nature. If this was Ororo's doing, she was upset about something terrible.
He managed not to ask, "must you?" She was taken; eventually, he would need to accept that. And Pietro Maximoff would not beg like a kitten for attention. Even if he desperately craved it.
Instead, he merely nodded, and asked a more sensible question.:: "May I walk you inside?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 13, 2007, 11:09pm
She gave him a smile. "I'd like that."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 14, 2007, 12:05am
::Pietro's lips curled into a smile, genuine; for at least the next minute or two could still be spent with her. He waited until she had gathered her book and her bearings, before walking beside her towards the mansion.::
::After his conversation with Scott, Pietro had taken the map of the grounds and set himself a schedule to do six security sweeps every day. The one at dawn and the one mid-morning had been clear. Now it was time for the early afternoon sweep. Pietro ran from the mansion, to the other notable points on the grounds, at full speed, checking to make sure that nobody unwanted had snuck in.
He appeared little more than a silver blur, as he ran back and forth across the grounds.::
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:34pm
::The entire grounds secure, Pietro stopped under a tree. He wasn't tired; it too far more power than that to exhause him. However, he wanted to take a moment to enjoy the tranquility of the grounds. The grass and flowers had grown back, and the sky was clear. Mutant cooperation at its best.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 28, 2007, 11:45pm
"Am I disturbing you?" Typhoid looked down in surprise from the branch of the tree she'd chosen to climb, and the one he was at the moment resting on.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:50pm
::Pietro turned his head at the sound of that familiar voice. Not from behind him, but from above him. Typhoid sat on a tree branch, just as he had climbed when he was a student.:: "You never disturb me."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 28, 2007, 11:53pm
She smiled, the first warm smile she'd given to anyone in days, besides Tim. "That's good to hear. You just wearing a groove in the ground or was there a purpose to all the running?" She'd been too engrossed in a book to try to follow his pattern when he ran, but no one could miss the silver streak flashing by when he passed. She turned her book upside down on the tree branch to mark her place.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 28, 2007, 11:57pm
"That was a security sweep. We all earn our keep somehow," ::Pietro replied, feeling like Lancelot in that book Magneto had liked to well. Affection for a young woman who couldn't be his. He'd bask in the warmth of her smile, which, if she had the same demeanor as he did, were rare. And he would content himself with that alone.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 12:06am
(( Once And Future King. Nice reference ))
Her expression was wry. "Maybe. Some of us just laze around in trees reading books." Twisting around so she could fully face him, she leaned against the trunk of the tree. "Nice to be back, though." The first words that had leapt to her mind had been something along the lines of it being good to see him, and that startled her. She swallowed the feeling and the words, choosing to be friendly as before.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 12:29am
"Lazing is part of being a student." ::Pietro said, his thoughts drifting to the rest of her statment.
Yes, she was back from a vacation. She had begun to explain it that terrible afternoon in the kitchen with her once tortured, now recovered boyfriend and Magneto's old harlot, Uncle's untrustworthy turned human ward. The discussion and the company had made him upset enough to have to leave before any real details about her vacation.
From what he had gathered, she had needed it. And the young man treated her well, beause she was grateful for the time with him. Whatever happened had been good for her, as she appeared amused, if not happy. If only Pietro could say the same of himself.
His lips curled into a thin smile, as he gave a slight nod of his head.:: "It's nice to see you around again."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 5:24pm
She laughed a little. "The Professor would disagree about the lazing part, but he can't very well argue since I WAS reading a book." Standing up carefully on the branch and taking aim for a spot below the tree, she leapt down, book in hand, landing in a crouch on one knee. She stood up and dusted herself off, ridding her gloves of bits of grass that clung to them. She gave him a mild smile. "Good to see that SOMEONE missed me." The words were part bitter, part humorous.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 5:47pm
::There is was, that bitter tone that Pietro had noticed their first meeting in the kitchen. Her skeletons were making themself known, even as they remained invisible. He knew that sense of isolation, had often wondered it about his father back when he had been foolish enough to care about the other man's approval.:: "I'm sure others did, as well, but don't want to appear too sentimental."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 5:53pm
She gave a shrug that didn't match what she felt. "Probably. At least Myst was glad to see me." She gave him a probing look. "What is it with you and her, anyways?"
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 29, 2007, 10:21pm
::That as a question Pietro would prefer she hadn't asked. She was close to the blue shapeshifter, for reasons that he couldn't begin to fathom. She kept poor company, like the harlot's friend who had introduced herself as Shade. To be fair, he should view Typhoid as he did Shade, but he couldn't do it. Pietro feared that his heart might make him foolish, like it had Uncle.
How to explain this to Typhoid? The pregnancy was obvious, and she knew he hated his father. But was it appropriate to explain the reasons now? Or ever for that matter? She had enough baggage of her own.:: "We have a complicated history."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 29, 2007, 11:01pm
"Oh." Her expression was mildly disappointed. She knew Myst had been part of the Brotherhood at one time, and by that it was fairly obvious the nature of the "complicated history" he spoke of had something to do with the fact that she'd had any association with Pietro's father, and in part she understood his distaste. Anyone who had once been part of the Brotherhood was to be view with at the very least suspicion- which, now that she thought about it, was rather hypocritical thinking on her part, and that was probably one of the reasons she decided just to overlook Myst's past. Her help when she'd had to fight Mary had just made her feel that it had been a good decision. The fact that someone else she felt was growing to be at least a friend had a major dislike, or even hatred, for another of her companions disappointed and frustrated her.
Lost in thoughts of that day battling Mary, she belatedly realized she'd been staring into the distance thinking, and pulled her attention back to Pietro. "If it changes your mind any....she helped me, a lot. When I was losing my mind she helped pull me back. I owe her."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on May 30, 2007, 11:06pm
"You owe her?" ::Pietro asked, his interest piqued. He didn't care about the nature of the debt; that was between she and the shapeshifter. Instead, he asked only to make sure that he'd heard it the way she meant.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on May 30, 2007, 11:12pm
"Yeah." Her voice became tight. "I could have killed her, and she stuck around. I owe her."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 9:49pm
::Pietro mulled that revelation over silently. His belief system was simple, consistent, and unbreakable. One repaid debts, no matter how long it took. And while indebted, one remained loyal. That she owed the blue shape-shifter was her own affair, the fact that she did complicated matters. He could never ask her to turn her back on a woman she owed, even as untrustworthy a one as Magneto's former harlot.
That left him with two options. Either he could regard Typhoid with equal suspicion...which he could not bring himself to do. Or he would have to ease his paranoia, for Typhoid's sake.
After considering all of this, he inclined his head slightly.:: "I can respect that."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 9:55pm
"Good." She took a breath; drama was something she hated, and with her decreasing control of her powers, she had enough as it was. "I know you don't like her at all, that much is obvious. But....I don't know, I'm confused. Why fight to save her, then?" It was something she'd been dying to ask ever since she'd figured out Pietro and his sister regarded Myst with at the very least suspicion, at the most, hatred. She didn't want to have to fight Pietro for Myst's sake....truth be told, she didn't want to fight anyone.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 10:32pm
::It was a difficult question to answer, although Pietro hadn't regretted his actions. He had seen the battle from his window, came running out prepared to fight, took his orders from Scott and Uncle, and helped to defeat the intruding enemies.
He remembered the look on Uncle's face, the sheer determination and anger in his voice. How he had demanded the prisoner be taken alive. Pietro had wondered whether the other man regretted that decision. Pietro knew that had Uncle not been there, he wouldn't have been so kind.
Finally, he came back to himself and shrugged slightly.:: "The man who raised me like his own cares about her."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 10:37pm
"So....doesn't that tell you something, maybe?" Her tone was one of curiousity as opposed to insult. She supposed in a way her debt to Mystique had been paid because of that day- she'd taken life, again; let her power run away with her, again, in the name of saving Myst. But it didn't feel that way. She would have defended the mansion against anyone, no matter their target, and she though perhaps that was how Pietro felt- it had been a simple matter of defense, nothing more. His answer took her aback a little and she was more blunt with the feeling.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 10:49pm
"Somebody needs to be the watchman, ever vigilant," ::Pietro replied with a slight shake of his head. He would fight anyone who dared step foot on the grounds; he would fight for them all, for his sister, for Uncle, for Typhoid, for the X-Men and the students.
That he would rescue her again was from his sense of devotion to his Uncle, his gratitude for a buffer between he and his father, and the affection for a caring parent. As terrible as his childhood had been, it would have been ten times worse if he and Wanda had been alone with Magneto. That she spoke of Uncle with the same tone, gratitude, if not actual affection, had led him to resolve to leave her alone...at least until the child was born.
That did not mean he trusted her, far from it. He watched, waited, prepared to fight if necessary. Should Magneto return and loyalties shift, he would be there to prevent the inevitable slaughter. Unlike Uncle, he and Wanda weren't naive, and they weren't fools.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 10:57pm
Ty sighed deeply; he wasn't understanding her point, and probably wouldn't, given his feelings about Myst. "I suppose so."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:08pm
::Pietro noticed her sigh, and met it with a raised eyebrow.:: "If I'm being dense, please enlighten me."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:09pm
"I suppose....it was only that perhaps you should just trust Xavier about her, is all I mean." She gave a noncommittal shrug, not wanting to tread dangerous ground but figuring she was already doing so.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:26pm
::Pietro stiffened from the suggestion, not only that he should trust the shape-shifter, but that, tangentially, he should trust Magneto as well. He meant what he had said to Uncle that day in his office, his naivety would kill him.
He shook his head, forcing his hands from curling into fists.:: "Charles Xavier also allowed Magneto to teach here."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:29pm
"He doesn't trust him," she shook her head at what Pietro implied. "He practically gave me permission to kill Magneto a long time ago, should he do anything out of line."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 6, 2007, 11:51pm
::That revelation caused Pietro to grow silent. What she said was far different from the "I forgave him" speech that he and Wanda had received upon returning. He could only hope that Uncle hadn't wavered in his resolve since speaking with Typhoid.
Finally, he spoke, his accent somewhat thicker.:: "I promised not to hurt her, but that's all I can do."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 6, 2007, 11:54pm
She nodded, looking him in the eye. "I understand."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 10, 2007, 10:45am
::Pietro nodded once in response. Perhaps she did understand. She related to him on other levels, such as mannerisms, desire for privacy, shirking from unwanted physical contact.
And the students here were far different from when he had attended. They were no longer shielded from the facts of life, instead she had been thrust head-first into battle. There she had demonstrated that she was far from naive, also.::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 13, 2007, 10:38pm
Typhoid's eyes darted away; she knew that was about as far as she was going to get without pissing SOMEONE off today. "I should go, it looks like Storm's in a snit," she said, pointing to the thunderclouds that had suddenly darkened the sky.
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 13, 2007, 10:58pm
::Pietro followed her gaze to the rapidly darkening sky. Living in Europe, away from Ororo, he had nearly forgotten how the weather could be influenced by a force beside nature. If this was Ororo's doing, she was upset about something terrible.
He managed not to ask, "must you?" She was taken; eventually, he would need to accept that. And Pietro Maximoff would not beg like a kitten for attention. Even if he desperately craved it.
Instead, he merely nodded, and asked a more sensible question.:: "May I walk you inside?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Jun 13, 2007, 11:09pm
She gave him a smile. "I'd like that."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 14, 2007, 12:05am
::Pietro's lips curled into a smile, genuine; for at least the next minute or two could still be spent with her. He waited until she had gathered her book and her bearings, before walking beside her towards the mansion.::
