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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 19, 2007 22:58:07 GMT -5
"It is not the same," ::Pietro pointed out. It was different, being taken for a run versus being left in the dust. When he ran, the world was even stiller to him than otherwise, but at least he was free. They could not hold a conversation that way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 19:01:54 GMT -5
"But you would have used your powers before," she replied, her tone more questioning, now. "How would that not be the same?" She knew so little about how his powers worked for him; she felt out of her depth.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 19:06:21 GMT -5
"I am with you," ::Pietro replied without hesitation, as though it were very simple. Using his powers was isolating, more so than when he slowed himself to keep himself with others. He could relate then, although he was out of his realm. When in his realm, nobody else could share it with him. And he would prefer her company to his top speed.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 19:25:51 GMT -5
That stopped everything, including her heart. "I...didn't think of that, I suppose." She smiled softly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 19:30:21 GMT -5
::Pietro moved one hand to her hair, brushed a lock back from her eyes. It seemed they were in the same place now; she understood.:: "Now you have."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 19:37:22 GMT -5
"Now I have." She eyed her hair as he moved it out of her eyes, loose around her shoulders, and compared it to his own. "We match."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 19:44:49 GMT -5
::Pietro had had similar thoughts, but had not voiced them. The change in her hair color had come during a rather important and dangerous incident, and he had not wished to make light of it. Now, however, if she was, he could speak more freely.:: "People will call you blonde."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 19:55:54 GMT -5
"Mmm-mmm." She shook her head in the negative. "They already mistake me for Storm."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 19:57:47 GMT -5
::Better Ororo than Magneto, but Pietro felt no need to voice that thought.:: "Although you look nothing like her?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 20:00:51 GMT -5
"If they see a head of white hair and nothing else, I do," she said, chuckling. "And it's too long for them to mistake me for you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 20:07:55 GMT -5
::Pietro could not imagine anyone confusing the two of them. Aside from the current hair shade, they had little in common physically. He was taller, undeniably male-while she was curved as a female should be, and he had two day's worth of growth on his chin. But others could be dense.:: "I think if anyone confuses us, they cannot graduate."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 20:11:24 GMT -5
"Or they just can't see," Ty replied, shoulders shaking with light laughter despite herself.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 20:15:22 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. Although if they could see the color but nothing else, there were problems.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 20:21:35 GMT -5
She gently turned from him, lightly holding onto his hand as she began to walk towards an often used path leading around the perimeter of the woods. "It's never lasted this long before."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 20:38:46 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand in his, holding it in a loose grip as he walked beside her. He walked on the inside, providing a shield between her and the woods, should Kyra come running out. He had fought with her before and won.:: "How long does it last usually?"
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