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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 18:26:16 GMT -5
"No," ::Pietro replied automatically, his tone sharp. It wasn't aimed at Scott, but was simply his overly passionate response to the question. It seemed as though half the mansion expected him to leave, he and Wanda both; or that they wanted it. He was not about to gve in so easily, particularly when there was work to be done, and somebody needed to keep his eyes open for the rest of them. He softened his tone.:: "Wanda and I are staying."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 18:35:08 GMT -5
Scott nodded and gave a half hearted smile. "Good. I'm glad to hear that." He replied, looking out across the water. "It's nice to have you and Wanda around."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 18:42:12 GMT -5
::Aside from Uncle and Typhoid, Pietro had only heard that from Ororo. After spending so much time with those who didn't care, even now, it was genuinely heart-warming that anyone would say that. Say it and actually mean it. A thin smile touched Pietro's lips, now, if any, was the time to divulge secrets, no matter how poorly kept.:: "It's good to be here, in many ways. We both missed you."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 18:44:33 GMT -5
"I missed you two." Scott responded. In alot of ways, Pietro and Wanda were Scott's siblings. He chucked another rock, then sighing, he let the words come out. "Jean and I broke up." There was still a lack of emotion attached to those words.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 18:51:39 GMT -5
::Pietro frowned at the news, the question "you're kidding" dying on his tongue. Scott was too similar to Pietro himself; he would never joke about such a matter. It was difficult to conceive of, Jean and Scott simply broken off like any other couple. They had always been *the* couple of the mansion back then.:: "Do you want to go into details?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 18:56:19 GMT -5
Scott shruged. "Details. There really aren't any. She killed me Pietro...and we tried to pretend everything was normal. That it never happened. Gambit...played his part" Scott wasn't sure what role Gambit had actually played in the break up, except to make them really look at what was wrong. Scott didn't know weither to thank him or punch him. And it had been wrong even before Jean had killed him. It had been wrong for months.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 19:02:21 GMT -5
::Pietro frowned deeply. He could process the rest of the story easily enough. Stagnation in a relationship, and that bartender Gambit had that air about him, of someone who got around. One part stuck out in his mind.:: "She killed you?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 19:06:17 GMT -5
Scott nodded. "Last year, shortly before everything in San Fransico. She..." Scott shrugged. There weren't words to describe it. "I don't know how I'm back, or why, only that I am. And I know I died. She killed the Professor as well." Scott chucked another rock, watching it sink to the bottom.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 19:15:49 GMT -5
.::Pietro's expression tightened further. He and Wanda had heard none of that in Europe; hadn't been invited back for a funeral. He was somewhat insulted by that. But it was the way it always was in Europe. They heard only parts of the story, far later than in America. There were questions to ask, but Pietro did not. He had no doubt that somehow it came back to Magneto. He thought back to that conversation with Typhoid on the porch, where she had come back from death also. They were the fortunate ones.:: "What will you do now?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 19:18:34 GMT -5
Scott shrugged. "There isn't much I can do Pietro. I'll stay here. I'll teach classes, train the teams, work with the X-Men. Life as normal." He responded, almost spitting out the last words. He hadn't figured out how he'd deal with Jean.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 19:32:34 GMT -5
"Or what can pass as it." ::Pietro nodded. In situations like this, the only choices were to carry on, or to flee. Scott had always been a stable one, not prone to wandering.:: "Do you still drink?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 19:35:30 GMT -5
"Not so much anymore, but...a drink sounds good." Scott said, glancing at Pietro. "What do you have in mind?" He had learned that sometimes it was good to ask that question when dealing with the twins.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 19:43:43 GMT -5
::Pietro met the other man's gaze. There was the liquor he'd bought on his last trip into Manhatten, if Scott didn't want to go out somewhere.: "Drink until you can't stand straight, and then blow something up."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 16, 2007 19:45:06 GMT -5
Scott was still moddy. He was still feeling mostly numb. And yet he couldn't help but grin at Pietro's comment. "Okay, except maybe I'll skip the blowing things up. Where to?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 19:49:25 GMT -5
"Your choice," ::Pietro offered. Scott knew the area better than he did, and that Hellfire Club wasn't an option for the night.:: "I have vodka upstairs, or we can go bar hopping."
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