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Post by Typhoid on Sept 16, 2007 22:00:30 GMT -5
Ty's eyebrows rose, but she merely nodded at the girl. Taking out emotion was something she understood. "Don't hurt yourself."
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Post by Strype on Sept 16, 2007 22:08:27 GMT -5
She nodded. "I won't." Next came her sneakers and socks. "Do you mind if I leave those here?" She asked. She would strip off her next layer deeper in the woods, to save any of them any kind of embarrassment. But she'd like to have a safe place to put her shoes and jacket.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 16, 2007 22:10:01 GMT -5
"I'll take them back inside with me, if you're not back when I leave," Ty replied, gesturing for her to leave them.
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Post by Strype on Sept 16, 2007 23:58:00 GMT -5
"That'd be great, thank you," she said gratefully. She pulled her t-shirt off and set it on top of the jacket. She still wore her beater, bra, and shorts, and would strip those off once she got further into the woods. "Alright, I'm going out for a run," she said, stripes already appearing on her visage. She dashed off into the woods, eyes glittering like jewels in the darkness until she faded from sight.
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 20:51:15 GMT -5
Ty watched the girl leave, shaking her head with a sigh, and turned to Pietro. "I wish there was more I could do for her."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 17, 2007 21:10:26 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes followed the cub as she stalked off towards the forest. He had the same instinct when upset or frustrated, to release the energy. He would respect her privacy, let her vent, but if she was not back in a few hours, he would search for her. In case she needed an escort or some clothing. When she was out of sight, he turned back to Typhoid.:: "She needs to reclaim her identity; we can listen and help. Beyond that...nichts."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 21:15:34 GMT -5
Ty nodded. "It doesn't stop me from wanting to help her. I know how hard it is to lose an identity."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 17, 2007 21:22:16 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once. He knew she did, and there was nothing just about it. The difference here was that he could, and would, act against the person who caused Kyra to lose herself. He had never lost his identity, but had to fight constantly for his right to it, to not be judged as Magneto's identical progeny.:: "We will give her our unwavering support."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 21:26:16 GMT -5
Another nod. "And the Professor as well." She began to arrange the clothing Strype had left into a neat pile. "I spoke to him, by the way. About what happened on the grounds."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 17, 2007 21:30:46 GMT -5
"Can he help?" ::Pietro asked. He had faith in Uncle's innate ability, if not in his present decision making. He could do more than Pietro could, at the very least.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 21:35:20 GMT -5
"I asked him not to," Ty admitted.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 17, 2007 21:37:15 GMT -5
::Pietro frowned slightly, but said nothing. He merely nodded.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 21:49:03 GMT -5
"At least..." she shook her head, not liking it when he frowned at her like that. "I can't touch...anyone...without her here. I'm going to lose control to her, sooner or later, but I'd rather keep the time I have. When I can't hold her back, he's going to put me to sleep."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 17, 2007 21:59:39 GMT -5
::Pietro's frown deepened. The idea of her being completely at Mary's mercy made his stomach turn. He was protective, he knew, but she deserved better. Nobody should find themselves as nothing more than a puppet, a tool for another, particularly not someone as vile as Mary.:: "Rossignol, you are sure?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 17, 2007 22:02:14 GMT -5
"Don't ask me that," she replied ruefully. "Because I just want to be rid of her."
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