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Post by Typhoid on Jul 27, 2007 21:04:25 GMT -5
((Very much open, for anyone who feels like taking on Mary  )) You owe me...[/b] Walking through the grounds, Typhoid stopped when the voice echoed through her head, and she sighed. She did owe her....owed her time out, that is, and that was a fact she'd rather avoid. You made the deal.[/b] Shut up. Ty bit back in her mind, then heaved another sigh. She HAD made the deal...and she couldn't back out. Shutting her eyes for a second, she allowed herself to fall back.... ....and Mary took control, flexing her fingers as if finally let out of physical bondage. Better.Now it was time to take a look around. |
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:27:51 GMT -5
::Pietro sat on a bench on the grounds, watching the students off in the distance. He had finished his security sweep, but had not quite felt like going inside. Instead he decided to take the open air and push recent events out of his mind.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:30:00 GMT -5
Wanda was walking back onto the grounds, fresh from a nice, long walk through the woods. It helped clear her head. With a swish of her scarlet coat, she made her way up to the mansion, until she saw someone else walking along the grounds. Who was it? She looked harder, and saw someone she barely recognized. She'd seen her a few times, around the school, but didn't know her. Should she be out this late?
She walked up to her, purpose in her stride. "Hello," she called. Then she saw someone else, and knew who it was, without a doubt. "Pietro?" There was confusion in her voice.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 20:36:25 GMT -5
Mary turned at the sound of the voice, assuming the scarlet covered woman coming towards her thought she was Typhoid. How utterly typical. The rules were in place, however- no killing. A pity, that.
The man's heartbeat she felt only, using Typhoid's power, but other then that he remained motionless.
"Hello," she replied to the woman, put on edge by her quick pace in walking.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:38:02 GMT -5
"I don't think we've met," she said, knowing full well that she'd never been introduced to, or introduced herself to this redheaded woman.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 20:39:44 GMT -5
Mary's eyebrow rose. Never met? Indeed. This would be entertaining. "Typhoid," she said, holding a bare hand out.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:41:43 GMT -5
::At the sound of his name, Pietro looked over, seeing his sister there. High on the list of moments he didn't need in life, least of all now, was his sister with Typhoid. A fitting end to the entire situation. He rose from the bench and walked over slowly, deliberately delaying reaching them.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:51:53 GMT -5
She took Typhoid's hand, shaking it firmly. So this was the woman her brother had feelings for?
Then, in a flash of recognition, it dawned on her, and her hand tightened around hers momentarily. Wasn't she the same woman who had gone berserk in the second battle? Wanda had turned her powers in on herself, causing her what must've been a lot of pain.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 20:56:57 GMT -5
The sudden tightening made Mary pull away, trying to place this woman in the memories of any personality Typhoid currently harbored in her mind. It was like wading through syrup, each alter with separate memories, all with the same gap in the memories- the final moments of the battle. She forced a small amount of information from a reluctant Typhoid, needing to find the reason for the gap. A vivid flash of this new woman using her powers on Typhoid surfaced abruptly, and ended just as abruptly.
"You..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 20:59:49 GMT -5
::Pietro arrived just as Typhoid pulled away from his sister. Introductions must have finished, considering that last battle, he assumed they were now as grim as he was.:: "Hello Wanda."
::His throat seemed to close as he tried to speak Typhoid's name in the same sentence. They hadn't spoken since he left their conversation about her engagement.:: "Typhoid, it's nice to see you here."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:06:32 GMT -5
Her eyes widened, and she backed away a step, the other woman's voice containing anger. It must have dawned on her as well. "I apologize for hurting you that night on the battlefield," she said stiffly.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 21:07:07 GMT -5
Mary turned from the woman with her eyes narrowed, pointedly ignoring the apology, and focusing on Pietro a moment. "And you, Pietro," she acknowledged, wondering with a certain amount of glee if he would know whom he was speaking to.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:11:34 GMT -5
::Her voice was wrong. Pietro knew Typhoid's voice well; he took pleasure in hearing it. The voice that had just spoken did not belong to the woman he cared so deeply for. His first thought was mind control, until he remembered the conversation she'd had with him. About Mary, that other personality, or spirit, who shared Typhoid's body and deigned control her. In exchange for the ability to touch others. His eyes narrowed at her, but knew better than to make any sort of move.:: "Where is she?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 21:14:02 GMT -5
"Where is who, Pietro?" Mary asked in mock innocence, a cat playing with a very fast mouse. The woman didn't know who she was, and Mary felt like playing games.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:22:51 GMT -5
"Pietro, what's going on?" She asked, turning to her brother. He stood frozen there, as if in shock. Was this not Typhoid? It had to be, she remembered that tattoo perfectly. Or was it someone disguised as her? Knowing the blue shapeshifter, she wouldn't put it past her. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a half a step backward in Pietro's direction.
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