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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 18:19:05 GMT -5
"Ah," sounded Jack in understanding, then nodding his head in agreement. "It is," he replied gravely.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 18:28:08 GMT -5
::Pietro continued to walk with the other man in the growing circle. Eventually, the lake came into his vision, albeit distantly, and he pointed.:: "Another boundary. Nobody wanders over it."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 18:47:21 GMT -5
"More neighbours on the other side of the lake?" he assumed as he looked out over the large stretch of clear water.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 18:49:46 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once. Those were the natural boundaries.:: "Yes, though not as loud."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 18:51:03 GMT -5
Jack nodded in return to express his understanding, continuing to walk alongside Pietro as they scouted the grounds. His eyes wandered over the lake a few times, not used to seeing so much nature when he had spent most of his life in city-like areas.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 20:29:17 GMT -5
::For once in Pietro's life, the silence was uncomfortable. He had no way of knowing what the other man was thinking, and he was on edge enough to assume, from what he had recently learned, from his encounter with...Link was it?...who held nothing but contempt for him, and his own past with Jack that the other man was judging him silent. "Your persistent paranoid delusions..." More than anything, he wished to banish Samson's voice from his memory.:: "Do you have questions?"
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 20:31:32 GMT -5
Jack was surprised that Pietro had asked this, since he was normally ever silent and tended to speak when spoken to. He looked back towards him, considering. "How often have you caught someone on your rounds?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 20:42:53 GMT -5
::That wasn't the question Pietro expected, nor was it the one he had invited. He had asked one in case the other man needed information about route or timing. Not that...it seemed judging to him. Again, he heard Samson's voice "...persistent paranoid delusions..."
His back stiffened, as he tried to drown out the memory, and focus on the question without getting engrossed in anger. It was difficult; with his emotional state, it was impossible. Six sweeps every day since the first attack, and how many people had it yielded? There was the attack by Essex. There was the small riot of townspeople from the Lamaze class. There was Jack himself. There were multiple times with Magneto. Whose memory only further inflamed him, now that he might have *inherited* yet another reason to never have children, and to loathe his own life. Then the close calls, such as Dasha.:: "Six."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 20:54:37 GMT -5
Six was a sizeable number, but it did depend on the stretch of time this was being counted in. "Am I included in that?" he wondered with the faintest of smirks on his face as he looked across to Pietro. He didn't look back on the day with the same anger he had held previously, now, it was something more amusing. Someone had managed to stop him for once, and not many could say that.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 21:01:23 GMT -5
::Pietro couldn't decipher the intention behind that question either, although it seemed to him to be judging, mocking. Intended to point out how unnecessary these sweeps were, that it was an unnecessary precaution, a waste of time. "...like clockwork..." He began to hate Samson's voice. Terser now, he grated out,:: "Yes."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 21:22:52 GMT -5
Pietro's reaction was tense. Jack was used to hearing that kind of tone, but he himself had been relatively amicable all evening, and Pietro's behaviour was slowly but surely begining to annoy him. Jack stopped his walk, requesting Pietro to do the same by lightly resting the back of his hand against Pietro's chest so that they would stop side by side. "Hey," he said, as if he needed to get his attention further. He turned to face the other man. "What's your problem? Why are you still dragging this sh*t out?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 21:43:12 GMT -5
::Pietro stopped when Jack did, but moved back slightly when the hand came out. He was tense, on guard, that the man would want to fight him, and it had happened before. He didn't strike, merely stepped back to keep from possible harm.
He lifted his eyes, met the other man's. He hadn't slept since he had received Samson's diagnosis, and that shown in his eyes. He could function with little sleep, yes, but eyes were mildly bloodshot. One thing remained, no matter how ragged he might become, he wouldn't go into this matter with the other man.:: "I'm dragging nothing out."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 21:50:51 GMT -5
Jack arched an eyebrow slowly as he watched Pietro in turn, his expression giving off his disbelief. "I thought we could at least be civil, now you're just acting like this is a struggle. Why did you agree to this if you don't even want to talk to me?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 18, 2008 21:54:50 GMT -5
::Pietro took a deep breath, counted mentally to five before releasing. It did nothing for his mood, but it would let him answer without turning this into a fight. He would be damned if he struck first, after his conversation with Jack's girlfriend. He had his morals.
Morals. "Inflexibility of moral code..." How could every part of him be considered abnormal? Unhealthy? Unbalanced? He would deal with it later.:: "You were restless; I promised to take you out."
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Post by arcane on Jun 18, 2008 22:09:00 GMT -5
"Now you're making it sound like a date," he responded, his instincts causing him to be light hearted, and he noticed that, for he suddenly gestured at himself as if he was a living example. "See! See! I can make a joke! I don't want to punch your face in any more! You're the one with a grudge."
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