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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 21:58:34 GMT -5
::Odin shook his head, the smirk played at his lips. He always preferred to keep others guessing; it was in his nature to be mysterious.:: "I'm not. I just know how it must look: a strange man coming up to a woman in a bar, making small talk."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:03:18 GMT -5
Her expression smoothed back into the pensive nonchalance she'd effected earlier. "I wasn't worried. Most people know better."
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:06:33 GMT -5
::Odin could infer a number of things from that statement, and from her manner of dress. She was tough, although she remained nervous about interaction, undoubtedly due to her powers. It implied a caring nature, and a history of...unfortunate accidents, if not something deeper. Not a killer, but a scrapper, possibly a fighter. The tattoo confirmed that.
He picked up the water glass again, sipped from it thoughtfully while he studied her again.:: "Some people like a strong woman."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:11:33 GMT -5
"I don't prefer most people," she replied, taking another sip of her drink. "And I doubt most people like someone with a mutation."
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:14:46 GMT -5
"I can see that," ::Odin replied, undeterred. He knew the Morlocks no longer existed, which meant she was located somewhere in the area, either alone or with someone. Her use of "most" implied she cared for some, or at least one. Not surprising, as nearly everyone fell victim to Eros' arrow at some point in life. The worst she could do was hit him, and after his encounter with Laudine Piercefield and her heels horror, being hit was hardly a threat at all.:: "That's why we stick to our own. Who's the lucky man?"
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:22:19 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed green, momentarily angered and insulted at the personal question, but she didn't answer right away. He'd hit on the one question that presented her with somewhat of an issue. She was proud of her relationship, wouldn't hide it because of who Pietro's biological father happened to be. On the other hand, this was someone she didn't know, and she didn't want a pointless argument, or an expression of disgust and an inevitable exit. She sighed, finally figuring that at the worst, she'd simply walk out of Hellfire. "Pietro Maximoff."
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:26:11 GMT -5
::A smirk played across Odin's lips, finding its home there. He knew the name, knew the face from his time at Xavier's Institute in the weeks he'd been there. He also knew who he was: the Magnusson. That was an honor to have, and likely a burden to bear as well, at least when humans were drawn into it.:: "Lucky man."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:31:02 GMT -5
"Thank you." The smirk in his expression made her wonder if he was being sarcastic or if it was just recognition on his part, but he hadn't shown any other reaction to Pietro's name. It made her guard come down, just a little.
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:33:38 GMT -5
::Finished with his water, Odin set the glass down and reached for his rum and coke. A thoughtful sip, while he considered how best to phrase the question that came to mind. He was forward with his games at times, but she could hold her own, and he didn't want to chase her away.:: "I imagine it gets...difficult, at times."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:42:38 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "You imagine because you know WHAT about my powers, exactly?"
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:45:24 GMT -5
::Odin's expression remained completely calm, in contrast to her lifted brow and the subtle increase in the volume of her voice.:: "I can list them off, if you'd like, but since you already know what they are I imagine it'd be a waste of your time to listen to."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:49:37 GMT -5
That explained a few things. "You know what mutants powers are," she stated flatly.
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 22:51:45 GMT -5
::Odin sipped from his rum and coke; by this point in the conversation, everyone gathered that and he never denied it, even when he had still been able to.:: "Yes, I do."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 24, 2008 22:55:02 GMT -5
At least he admitted it. "Then you already know it does," she replied, answering his previous question, seeing no reason to remain vague about her powers if he already knew them anyways. They were a part of her; most people asked as it was. Up to this point, he'd given her little reason to not believe him when he spoke of his own abilities.
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Post by Odin on Mar 24, 2008 23:00:41 GMT -5
::Odin took another sip of his rum, his fingers traced the rim of the glass idly. He had sympathy for star-crossed lovers, be it by powers or in the classical sense of warring families. It might be his own dismal history with relationships: platonic and carnal alike, but whenever there was something that could be done, it nagged at him.
What crossed his mind wasn't something to be taken lightly, particularly because of his belief on mutations. But sometimes...rarely, but occurring nonetheless, something would manifest that was more harmful than beneficial, and those were the rare times that other side of his abilities, the one of which he preferred not to speak, flared in his mind, motivating him. He tested the waters with a question.:: "Hypothetically, what if it could be turned off? Just that part."
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