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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 22:44:43 GMT -5
::Pietro had always counted himself lucky that he wasn't a hemophiliac, with the way his body raced. Were he, one injury could lead him to bleed out. Bad enough that he claws had town his legs, as his trousers were thin because of the heat. But her claws were in his legs, and that always made him angry; to have that feeling of confinement.
Twisting her paws around, his arms with them, he pinned her front paws to the ground. It had to be painful, tigers were not designed the same way as man. He lay atop her, half to keep her down, half because he was attached to her claws. He gritted his teeth, as he spoke, his accent thicker.:: "Time to change back."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 22:52:33 GMT -5
She cried out as sharp pain ran through her front paws; they weren't designed to be twisted that way. The sharp pain sent a rush to her conscious mind, waking her from her sleep. In an instant, the stripes and fur sank back into her skin, her own form shrinking.
She blinked, arms still hurting. They were being pressed into the ground, by...Pietro. She was unaware of her nakedness, just of the fact that he was holding her into the ground, and staring into her eyes intently.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:04:10 GMT -5
::Pietro did not release her immediately; he continued to press her down against the ground, should she transform again. The feeling of her claws sliding from his legs was pure relief. As the expression in her eyes melted from ferocity to that mix of confusion and fear, that same expression she wore that day they built the television, he softened his gaze.
He became immediately aware that his hands held bare flesh. Sliding his gaze over her, he found that his chest was pressed against the softness of her breasts. His groin hovered only centimeters from her bare loins, and he released her arms, rolling off her. She was a child.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 23:07:52 GMT -5
He rolled off of her, no longer pressing his weight against her. She shivered, feeling the wet grass beneath her. Then she realized the reason he rolled off of her. She was completely naked. "Oh God," she said, her voice panicky as she sat up, trying to cover her exposed flesh. Her clothes must be shredded somewhere further off. Pietro was the last person she'd wanted to see her like this, and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:12:27 GMT -5
"We need to get you inside," ::Pietro said, his back to her. He assumed she had no clothing out here in the forest; if she transformed nude.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 23:16:28 GMT -5
"Did I attack you?" She asked quietly, huddling with her back to him, still sitting on the grass.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:18:04 GMT -5
::Pietro crossed his arms over his chest, sitting with his back to her to give her privacy. Her attack had been brief, and he had fought her easily enough.:: "I would hardly call that an attack."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 23:23:23 GMT -5
"I'm so sorry," she said, voice worried and panicky sounding. She'd lost control again. "I-I can't control myself."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:32:23 GMT -5
::She couldn't control herself; that was apparent. Pietro's speed had developed at a young age, giving him years to fine-tune it. Even with that finesse, unless he planned to run so quickly as to turn back time, there was little damage his powers could do left to themselves. Hers were a different matter, like Wanda's.:: "You should work on control with someone."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 23:35:11 GMT -5
She hesitated. He didn't know of all the times she'd tried to work on it by herself; that never worked. So instead she'd tried to get the Professor to help her, but he had a busy schedule, most likely from running the entire school. "I asked the Professor if he could help me, and...he hasn't, yet," she admitted.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:46:35 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. Uncle had not helped her to control her abilities? That was the entire purpose of his school. Immediately, Pietro blamed the other man for being too distracted by his foolishness. He spoke testily.:: "I'll fix that."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 23:49:27 GMT -5
"How?" She asked, turning to look at him briefly. "He met with me once, and got me started by learning to meditate. After that, he's been too busy." How could he fix someone's busy schedule?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 23:56:04 GMT -5
::How? He could always ask Wanda to hold Uncle in place with the curtains, while Pietro yelled some sense into the other man about obligations. He couldn't raise a hand to the other man; literally it was impossible, even if he was inclined to. Uncle had made that clear many times, that if Pietro was about to become violent, he would lose control of his own body. Not that he would hit the other man; his wasn't Magneto. He was foolish, not evil. Terminally foolish. It was no excuse for ignoring his students. Even when Magneo had been here, Uncle had had time for them all. It was the shape-shifter's doing, robbing him of his time and volition.:: "Trust me."
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Post by Strype on Jul 10, 2007 0:00:34 GMT -5
"Okay," she said, nodding. She shivered; it was cool tonight, and she wished nothing more than to be in her warm bed, on the nice, replaced mattress.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 10, 2007 23:00:44 GMT -5
"We should get your clothing and take you inside," ::Pietro said, as he rose to his feet. There was a chill in the air; no place for her to be like this.::
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