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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 0:39:55 GMT -5
"See, I don't really know," she admitted. "I don't know why I seem to be at the *right* place and time to just run into you, but I do. I don't really want to say what I'm about to to you, but I will anyway."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 0:41:31 GMT -5
"Then don't," ::Pietro replied. If he could hold his tongue, she could as well. Sitting up, he prepared to move from the hammock. He needed to be careful, otherwise he might disrupt the dressing on his ribs.::
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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 0:43:36 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she muttered, voice quiet. If he was too busy being an arrogant ass to hear her, then so be it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 0:45:29 GMT -5
::Pietro was surprised, at first did not believe he had heard her correctly. But her it fit with the grand build-up she had given and he did not react for a long moment. Finally, he spoke.:: "I do not doll out forgiveness."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 0:47:14 GMT -5
"Maybe that's why I'm trying to earn it," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 1:00:05 GMT -5
::Pietro's irritation flared at her words and her posture. She truly did not understand why she could not be forgiven, and that spoke louder than any of her past transgressions could. He rose from the hammock, steadied himself as he had dislodged the dressing during his restlessness dream. His eyes locked on her, and he spoke painfully slowly, painfully clearly, suppressed his accent.:: "Perhaps if you had not stolen the cub's identity, and had not been Magneto's cohort and harlot, and had not seduced my Uncle, and had not killed, spied and lied. But you did, and you were, and you did, and you have many times over, and you have gotten away with it all. We all suffer for our crimes, and if I play a roll in your suffering, consider yourself fortunate that I am not my father."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 1:11:01 GMT -5
The world couldn't handle two of that irritating man, she'd been about to retort, but she stopped herself. Nothing would come of what she said, and he had a point, as he painfully pointed out the horrible things she'd done. "I will not deny all but one of those," she said stiffly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 1:16:02 GMT -5
"Deny them all, for what I care," ::Pietro replied. She would receive no forgiveness from him, and the sooner she learned that, the sooner they could end this awkward quasi-familiarity they had been forced into by Uncle and circumstance.::
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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 1:21:56 GMT -5
About to say something about the harshness shown to her, and that he had better not do the same for her child, when she noticed someone coming out of the woods. Strype. "Kyra," she called.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 1:25:49 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head when the shape-shifter called the cub's name. She emerged slowly from the woods. Covered in mud, barefoot, but at least clothed. His expression softened slightly; she had transformed again. He took a step forward, but did not call out.::
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Post by Strype on Oct 1, 2007 1:31:08 GMT -5
She looked from Pietro to Mystique, both looking towards her. Mystique had called out, but Pietro just looked at her, as if he wanted her to come with him. What should she do? Mystique had called her, but Pietro looked as if he expected her to follow him. She stood there, looking between the both of them, slightly lost.
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Post by Mystique on Oct 1, 2007 1:36:34 GMT -5
"Kyra, I wanted to talk to you," she said, smiling softly at her, before patting the seat next to her on the grass. Kyra had been asking her for help with her mutation, and, as she was aware, physical mutations were Mystique's specialty.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 1:39:53 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes darted from Kyra to the shape-shifter then back to the cub. He had no clairvoyance, but he saw how this would end; it was an easy trick to fall for. He had no retort, would say nothing false to the cub, and had not expected her to come from the forest. She looked miserable and confused, but neither of those would sound the slightest bit encouraging to her, so he remained silent.::
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Post by Strype on Oct 1, 2007 1:43:19 GMT -5
She shot an apologetic look at Pietro; she wanted to go with him, but she'd agreed to meet Mystique for a short while. She was the authority on physical mutations, and was helping her develop a solution to her problem of nakedness whenever she changed back.
She took a few steps towards Mystique, and turned, giving Pietro a sad look, before taking her seat next to Mystique.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 1, 2007 1:46:37 GMT -5
::Pietro's frown was not out of place with his general expression, so he doubted either the shape-shifter or the cub noticed it. He turned on his heels and jogged from the area; he could untie the hammock later. He would go inside and decide whether or not he wanted to avoid Wanda, because the images of that nightmare remained in his minds eye, or find her and hold her tightly, thanking her for not abandoning him. He knew he would choose the former; he could not stand being vulnerable.::
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