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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 10, 2007 14:05:28 GMT -5
Scott decided to go for a light jog. It helped him clear his mind and was always less destructive then a danger room exercise. He jogged until he reached the end of the lawn near the lake. Then he sat, lost in thought.
Gambit, Mystique, hell, even the Twins. People whose goals had, at least in the past, tended to be self serving. If Magneto ever showed back up, well, the Twins would take off faster then one could blink...litterally with Pietro. Mystique could wind up going after them.
And Gambit? He was a self serving jerk in Scott's mind. This incident with Jean just reinforced the idea.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 13, 2007 7:39:26 GMT -5
::Pietro had finished with his latest security sweep and had been about to go back inside when he caught sight of Scott running. The other man stopped at the lake, and Pietro went after him. The other man's body language was haggard, as though he was mulling over a great deal. Considering recent events, it could be nearly anything. Standing behind him, he asked,:: "Something on your mind?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 13, 2007 13:58:04 GMT -5
Scott turned around at the sound of Pietro's voice.
"Always." He responded, sounding grim. "Let's just say it hasn't been a good few days. How about with you?" He asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 14, 2007 13:15:12 GMT -5
::Pietro was not surprised. Scott was the only man he knew as somber as he, although not as severe. Even when they were younger, it always seemed like Scott carried the weight of them all on his shoulders. He coudln't have taken the recent developments here particularly well. If there was more to it, Pietro wasn't aware.
For his own part, he thought of how he and his sister had not spoken since that costume party, when she had found him wearing Magneto's costume. Before he burned it on the lawn. He thought of his confession to Typhoid, her apparent reconcilliation with her boyfriend, how he had not seen her since. He thought of his anger with Uncle, the costant presence of the shape-shifter, and of his midnight fight with Kyra, the tiger cub. His voice equally devoid of light.:: "The same."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 15, 2007 17:07:00 GMT -5
Scott looked at Pietro and shook his head, a slow grin forming. "We're two of a kind aren't we?" He laughed a little bit. "Something is always wrong. Nothing ever goes right. Even things that should be good, like everyone being safe, is still tainted."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 18:45:05 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in agreement. Scott had always been cautious, aware of his surroundings. He had a good head on his shoulders, reluctant to rush off into foolishness, which was no doubt why he'd been made leader. It was also why Pietro was willing to take orders from the other man in battle.:: "Not tainted, but aware. We're the watchmen."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 15, 2007 18:50:16 GMT -5
"The watchmen...." Scott made a little laughing noise. "We are aren't we?" Scott had always had a lot of respect for the other man. Even though he often rushed headlong into things. He forgot how much he liked having Pietro around. "Do the watchmen get happiness?" He asked, sliding back into a darker mood.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:15:59 GMT -5
::Pietro could tell that the other man was in no better a mood than he himself. Possibly worse, not knowing what actual burdens he bore aside from their safety. Pietro hadn't seen Jean at either battle, or had any actual contact with her since returning. If Scott still had feelings for her, that no doubt played into his mood.
To answer the question, Pietro didn't believe so. There was no rest for the weary, peace for the damned, or happiness for the forlorn. If Scott shouldered any of the same burden as Pietro himself did, he pitied the other man.:: "It depends on how we define happiness."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 15, 2007 19:24:19 GMT -5
Scott picked at the grass for a moment, thinking the answer. "I don't know. Can happiness really be definded?" He sighed, thinking about everything that had gone wrong in the last year...trying to find one spark of hope. He was failing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:30:38 GMT -5
"Can something exist without being defined?" ::Pietro retorted, sitting down beside the other man in the glass. He rarely spoke of philosophy, apart from his own basic beliefs. And there was more here than anything as simple as words on a page. The sigh confirmed that suspicion.:: "What's on your mind?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 15, 2007 23:44:03 GMT -5
"Touche" Scott responded. He was a little surprised to see Pietro sit down, after all, Pietro liked to move.
"Everything. Nothing." Scott shook his head, answering Pietro's other question. "Jean mostly. How about yours?" If it was anyone else, Scott wasn't sure he'd have told them that. But he and Pietro always had a good rapport.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 16:48:18 GMT -5
::One silver eyebrow crept up towars Pietro's forehead, and he nodded slightly. So it was Jean after all. Her absence, or her behavior, whatever it was, was wounding the other man deeply. Pietro could relate. The question turned on him, Pietri picked up a small rock from the grass beside them, tossing it into the lake.:: "The future."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 18:11:08 GMT -5
Scott cocked his head. "The Future. What about it?" He asked, chucking a rock at the lake. He sounded Bitter.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 18:15:40 GMT -5
"Everything. Nothing," ::Pietro repeated, the rock skitted across the surface of the lake, before dropping to the bottom, much slower than the one that he had thrown. Such was his life.:: "Everything is different than it was."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 18:22:16 GMT -5
"Yes it is. Such is the way of life." Scott said. His voice was nearly devoid of emotion. "You getting ready to leave again?" He asked.
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