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Post by jean on Aug 5, 2007 22:29:59 GMT -5
She nodded, thinking about Pietro's occasional fits. This must be difficult for both of them, having to go through this situation. "Have you talked to the Professor? I mean, really had a conversation?"
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 22:36:58 GMT -5
She stopped, thinking. The last time she'd even spoken with him was when he'd revealed his plans to wed the shape-shifter. And that was with Pietro. "No, I...haven't," she admitted.
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Post by jean on Aug 5, 2007 22:39:42 GMT -5
"Maybe that might be helpful. Making sure your feelings were understood. And in a calm manner, mind you." Jean sat back on her hands, reclining a bit.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 22:43:54 GMT -5
Her posture relaxed slightly, as if the tension was leaving her body. "I suppose you're right," she admitted. She'd just been so angry when he'd told them the news...but she was right in her anger. It was beyond shocking and horrifying to her.
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Post by jean on Aug 5, 2007 22:53:47 GMT -5
"But you should do what's right for you. It's how you feel, not anyone else." A little bit away from where she was sitting, a stone sat in the grass. Jean levitated it and brought it over to Wanda. "Still need to let out some anger?"
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 23:03:17 GMT -5
She accepted the stone, but didn't throw it. Instead, it sat in her palm, while she stared at it. "No, I think I'm good," she said finally. All the anger had drained from her system. "Thanks, Jean." Jean always had a habit of being the peacemaker in their 'family'.
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Post by jean on Aug 6, 2007 9:15:39 GMT -5
Jean smiled at Wanda, "I'm glad I could help." She eyed another cluster of stones more near the lake, and she hovered them over to her, finding a flat smooth one, wanting to skip it. Deciding on a stone that could cover her palm, she turned it over in her hand, noticing a red streak through the rock. The layers were visible and she thought of how the rock might've been a part of the earth at one point, part of the ground they sat at for the moment.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 12:01:54 GMT -5
"You know, I always used to envy your control, when we were younger," she told her. "I have no control over things that I hex, once I hex them." To prove her point, she gestured with her hand, and one of the pebbles near Jean shot upward at an angle, to plop into the water noisily.
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Post by jean on Aug 9, 2007 12:12:20 GMT -5
Jean gave her a smile, somewhat suprised at her confession. "Really? I used to want your power. I would always feel that you were better than I was. Well... I thought that about almost everyone."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 12:24:08 GMT -5
She shrugged. "We shall always want what we do not have, I suppose," she said, leaning back. She was content with who she was, what she could do.
But when she'd been younger, making things blow up wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind as far as powers. And when she'd been like Pietro, eager for Magneto's approval, he'd been disappointed because she had no control over what the objects did after she hexed them. Just as he'd been disappointed in Pietro. Neither of them had had the control Jason seemingly had, or Jean.
But they were above that, now.
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 17:19:50 GMT -5
"It's nice to see that you're back, Wanda. It was getting pretty routine around here and it's good to know that you're here to stir things up, right?" Jean winked at her sister and threw the flat stone across the water. It skipped five times before losing speed and sank into the rippled mirror.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 17:36:49 GMT -5
She gave her a small smile. "I missed this place," she admitted. It was home. "And so did Pietro, I think."
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 17:41:20 GMT -5
Jean nodded, watching the circles in the water grow from where the rock entered the water, "I'll make sure to find him and have a chat. If he can sit still long enough to talk to me, that is," she chuckled.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 10, 2007 17:45:01 GMT -5
She gave a small laugh, but her heart wasn't in it. True, Pietro couldn't help feeling restless a lot, and often fidgeted. He couldn't help it. She supposed she was just feeling protective. He was an adult now; he could protect himself, right?
"I think he'd like to talk with you again, Jean," she said truthfully. Jean had been one of the more sympathetic ones when Pietro had gone through his 'quiet' phase, and she knew he was forever grateful to those who had been.
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Post by jean on Aug 10, 2007 17:50:16 GMT -5
Looking back at Wanda, Jean smiled again. In her mind flashed the younger version of Wanda, as a teenager. She would often think about when they were younger, a patch-work kind of family, but a loving one, never the less. Now, the institute was inhabited with a lot more people and it was nice for Jean to retreat to those memories.
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