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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:20:46 GMT -5
"I take I.O.U.s," ::Pietro countered, keeping up the lighter exchange momentarily. The subject became more serious, and he adopted an expression and tone more befitting that change.:: "You are family, Ororo; you know that."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:21:47 GMT -5
"I can still thank you, can't I?" she asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:23:33 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once in response.:: "Yes, and I still use that in place of 'you're welcome.'"
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:28:10 GMT -5
She gave another half smile at that, but didn't reply to it. "I may be like the Professor before this is over."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:31:19 GMT -5
::Were Pietro a different man, he would attempt to lighten the mood with a joke, asking if she meant she would be bald. But Pietro was himself, nobody else, and he had exhausted his sense of humor. More than that, he could never joke about what she implied, being handicapped; it was a great nightmare for him, the lack of mobility.:: "If that happens, I will build you a wheelchair that flies."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:47:09 GMT -5
Her smile faded quickly even at her own words, not Pietro's. "Pietro...if I can't do it on my own, I don't want to fly."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:51:52 GMT -5
::Pietro accepted that with a slight nod. It had only been an idea to ease the burden, but then again, would he want a turbo-powered wheelchair? That was a question worth pondering later, alone.:: "One that's lightweight, then."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -5
She accepted that with a nod. "I should go inside," she said, changing subjects, wanting to avoid speaking of it entirely. "Summer trip to plan."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:58:57 GMT -5
"And where are the X-Men headed?" ::Pietro asked, curious. He had been included in briefings to an extent, but he wasn't a full-fledged team member, and he and Uncle weren't speaking. Not from an argument this time, but time constraints on them both.::
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 21:02:59 GMT -5
"Not the X-Men, just me," she replied. "I asked for a two week leave of absence."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 21:05:59 GMT -5
::Considering her diagnosis, Pietro could hardly fault her that. He nodded once.:: "Do you need me to do anything for you before, during, or after?"
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
"Be prepared to get a phone call if I worsen overnight," she said, being straightforward with him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 21:18:23 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression was equally serious. He barely slept as it was, and he could be anywhere she needed in a matter of minutes or, if it were around the world, hours.:: "For you, I'm prepared."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 21:26:52 GMT -5
"I'll leave you the address of where I'm going." She looked pensive. "Call it a backup plan."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 21:29:02 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. He would be on guard, then, and retrieve her if necessary.:: "I'll take it before you leave."
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