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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 22:56:43 GMT -5
"And who are you, the big bad witch?" She asked, jaw clenched. That was her title, and she wore it proudly. "Give me everything you've got." If need be, she'd make Pietro move.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2007 22:57:18 GMT -5
"Why should I?" she asked Pietro tauntingly. Her fingers flickered with the green energy ribbons associated with her power. "Out here is so much more fun." Her eyes moved to Wanda and flashed with her power, preparing to oblige her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 23:07:09 GMT -5
"We've grown bored with you," ::Pietro said to Mary, stepping in front of Wanda to block her. Reasoning wiht an enemy was not his forte, but he would do what was necessary before Wanda or Typhoid fell here. Wanda's temper did not flare as easily is his, and she was harder to calm. He needed to try something that might hurt now, but she would be grateful later.:: "Wanda, if you love me, you'll stop."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 28, 2007 23:16:34 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed with anger, and she prepared herself as she saw ribbons of green light dance around Typhoid.
Fully prepared to throw everything she could at Typhoid, she faltered, hearing Pietro's pleading. Damn it. If he'd asked her to stop any other way, she'd have ignored it. Not that.
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 29, 2007 18:00:18 GMT -5
Mary gave a derisive snort. "If she loves you, eh? How pathetic." She held up her left hand, waving the bare ring finger at Pietro. "He left her, you know. Love is so fickle, I don't see how you trust it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 21:21:41 GMT -5
::Pietro felt his sister relent behind him, and he was grateful for that. His own hurt and anger rose as the taunting words that left Typhoid's lips, in Mary's voice. Her fiance had dared leave her, after everything he had done to hurt her? Protective anger rose in his chest, on the heels of his anger at this woman who used Typhoid's body like a puppet.:: "Go. Away."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 29, 2007 21:33:49 GMT -5
Energy still flickered between her fingers, and she tossed it at him carelessly, not enough to hurt, but it would sure as hell sting. "You bore me as well," she said, and smirked. "Paying too much attention to Xavier's mouthings about being peaceful. It won't get you far." Typhoid's body jerked abruptly as if she'd been hit with an invisible force, and her eyes cleared, though she said nothing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 21:36:19 GMT -5
::Pietro watched as Typhoid's eyes cleared; he assumed that Mary had left her alone, for now. Providing poor entertainment wasn't nearly as satisfying as beating her back to where she belonged, but this way Typhoid hadn't been harmed. He stepped forward, concern in his eyes.:: "Typhoid?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 29, 2007 21:41:23 GMT -5
"Yes," she said by way of response; Mary left her feeling mentally unsteady, and she hated it. "I'm here."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 21:43:23 GMT -5
"Did she hurt you?" ::Pietro asked, taking another step closer to her. Her voice sounded distant, and he was worried.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 29, 2007 21:49:43 GMT -5
"No, she never does, it just takes me a second..." She felt as if she were talking through a fog. "What did she do?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 21:51:36 GMT -5
"She spoke to us, nothing more," ::Pietro said, enough force in his voice for Wanda to take the hint and not contradict him here. Typhoid had made threats, but she hadn't done more than that. He could let the small energy burst slide since she had released Typhoid.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 29, 2007 21:55:25 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Talking to them was bad enough; if she had her way, Typhoid wouldn't even let her converse with anyone, especially the twins. "I didn't intend for it to be this bad."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 23:13:40 GMT -5
"What...what is she?" She asked, voice cautious.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 23:16:28 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head to meet his sister's eyes, before returning his gaze to Typhoid. She could explain it far better than he could; he didn't understand it well enough.::
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