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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:13:59 GMT -5
Leaving the Professor's office had made Typhoid more apprehensive and tired then she'd thought it would. Myst had been right- it'd been good to tell him what was wrong, to make sure someone knew. But...somehow it had depressed her more then anything. She took a seat on a bench under a tree, laying on her back staring upwards at the sky and just thinking, wiping away a few tears that hadn't left.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 15, 2007 19:16:16 GMT -5
::Pietro had been working outside, between the security sweep and previously washing the Acura. He had come to pause, and saw a head of white hair. Ororo, he thought at first. Approaching, he realized it was Typhoid; her hair had not changed its color back to red yet. Perhaps it would not; he knew little about her powers. Approaching her, his tone pleasant, as she was one of the few who could lift his mood.:: "Rossignol, how are you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:24:01 GMT -5
Typhoid looked up from where she lay, twisting her head around to look at him, and gave a weak smile. "I'm alright. Just a hard conversation, is all."
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Post by Strype on Sept 15, 2007 19:24:52 GMT -5
Kyra noticed the woman Typhoid, sitting under a tree. She'd been prowling the woods as of late, as if to find clarity, or understanding. So far she had found neither.
Why had Mystique done that? She felt as if her face had been ripped off, and used. It didn't help that it was around the same time that she herself was being used as a tool in Texas, either. She was...lost. "Hello, Typhoid," she said shyly.
Then she noticed Pietro, and her eyes brightened. But weren't the two of them dating? Should she leave them alone?
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:27:42 GMT -5
Ty heard another voice and turned her head about again. "Hey, Strype," she said, as geninuely pleased to see her as she was to see Pietro.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 15, 2007 19:27:43 GMT -5
"Would you like to talk?" ::Pietro asked, sitting beside her in the grass. He was concerned about her, and from his own experiences, knew that conversation could help. At a familiar voice, he turned.:: "Hello, Kyra."
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Post by Strype on Sept 15, 2007 19:30:51 GMT -5
"Um, should I leave?" She asked, edging towards the forest again. The two of them looked like they were having a 'moment'.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:32:41 GMT -5
Ty shook her head. "No, it's ok, Kyra. I'd like it if you stayed." She felt horrible, after what she'd learned Mystique had done. She turned to Pietro. "I talked to the Professor about what happened."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 15, 2007 19:34:03 GMT -5
"Yes, stay," ::Pietro echoed. If Typhoid was more comfortable with the cub here, he would not ask her to leave. And he had his own sense of protectiveness for her, especially after what he'd learned recently.::
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Post by Strype on Sept 15, 2007 19:36:22 GMT -5
She nodded, and plopped herself down on the grass by them. Her ears perked up at the mention of something happening. "What's going on?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:39:27 GMT -5
Ty's gaze shifted to Kyra, and she merely shook her head, saying only, "My powers cause me trouble. I needed Pietro's help, the other night, and to talk to the Professor." She knocked some hair out of her eyes and sat up, tossing a look at Pietro that said We'll talk later, I promise.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 15, 2007 19:41:18 GMT -5
::Pietro caught the look and nodded once. He had all of the time in the world for her. As for now, he rested his hands in his lap and looked between the two of them, letting them speak.::
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Post by Strype on Sept 15, 2007 19:46:14 GMT -5
Kyra looked to Ty, just looking at her for a few seconds. She had known Mystique when she'd impersonated her, right? "The Professor is always willing to listen to...anything," she said softly.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 15, 2007 19:49:37 GMT -5
Ty smiled wanly. "Yes, he is. Especially when unexpected problems come up."
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Post by Strype on Sept 15, 2007 19:52:38 GMT -5
She nodded. "He's helped me with some 'furry' issues, and planning on helping me with a big issue. He's flying down with me to Houston soon."
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