|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:26:44 GMT -5
::As Wanda stepped backward, Pietro instinctively held his arm out, holding his sister back. His eyes trained on Typhoid's, although Typhoid was not in control of herself. Seeing her speak such taunting words, although it was not even her voice, pained him.:: "You choose to spend your freedom toying with others?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 21:28:57 GMT -5
"It tends to happen when the first person I meet is someone who's hurt me," Mary replied, a smirk showing in her eyes, focusing on Wanda and still not giving up the charade of being Typhoid.
|
|
|
|
Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:39:23 GMT -5
"You were out of control," she said, voice cold. She still didn't know what was going on, and Pietro's arm holding her back made her grow even more confused. Was he afraid they'd fight? Or was he trying to protect her from Typhoid, or whoever was in front of her?
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 21:48:15 GMT -5
::Pietro kept his arm out, providing a barrier for his sister's benefit. He trusted Typhoid's spirit, not the Mary she had described. Typhoid, herself, did not trust her; how could he?:: "This doesn't involve my sister."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 21:52:18 GMT -5
"Yes, it does," Mary said coldly to Pietro, before responding to Wanda. "And that gave you the right to hurt me?
|
|
|
|
Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:02:43 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I meant to stop you," she said icily. Her hands balled into fists.
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 22:05:09 GMT -5
"Well you certainly accomplished that." Her eyebrow rose and she nodded at Wanda's balled fists, smirking. "Are you SURE you want to try that now?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:11:27 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that tone; when Wanda became incensed, objects were hexed. That was risky, particularly with the power that Typhoid possessed, and this Mary controlled for now. Personally, he didn't want the two women he loved to fight over what should have stayed on the battlefield, even with the provocation.:: "Wanda, stop talking, please."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 22:26:17 GMT -5
"Yes, Wanda, do stop talking," Mary taunted at her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:30:46 GMT -5
"You will not tell me what to do," she fumed, her nails digging into her palms. Normally she'd oblige her brother, but this woman made her close to losing all control. Her hands glowed a soft scarlet, but nothing happened. Yet.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:33:48 GMT -5
"Wanda, please," ::Pietro repeated. He knew his sister's temper well, what would happen if she lost it. He had seen Typhoid's ability, and Mary he knew nothing about, other than she was untrustworthy. Typhoid would need to deal with the aftermath of whatever happened here, when she did nothing to cause it. Worse than that, should both women begin to battle, he could do precious little to stop them. He didn't care about his own safety, but for one or both to be injured senselessly...that would pain him enough.::
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 22:38:16 GMT -5
Mary snorted. "And what makes you think I can't say anything any time I want to? Your little tricks? That's child's play for me." She cast an eye over to Pietro, inwardly smirking about how helpless he seemed to be. So this was the one who Typhoid cared for. Pathetic.
|
|
|
|
Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:44:29 GMT -5
Looking to Pietro, her eyes softened for a moment. About to back down, Typhoid's words stung her like a slap to the face. "Child's play?" She repeated, angry. "If all I had were little 'tricks', how was it that I hurt you so bad the last time?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 22:47:10 GMT -5
"You hurt Typhoid, I was involved very little," Mary said, finally giving up the game in favor of egging on Wanda. "You haven't met me yet, little girl.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:51:15 GMT -5
::Pietro tightened his arm, still acting as a barrier between Typhoid and Wanda. Soon, he would step between them, shielding Wanda from Mary, and letting himself block Wanda's hexes. His voice was terse as he addressed Mary.:: "You've had your fun. Bring her back now."
|
|
