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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 20:49:51 GMT -5
"A day, maybe," she said, trying to remember. It had been quite awhile since her hair had changed color from her abilities.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 20:53:44 GMT -5
::It had been much longer than a day. Pietro was concerned now, that it might be permanent.:: "Have you talked to Hank?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 20:56:21 GMT -5
"No." She shrugged. "It's only hair color....or, lack of it, I suppose."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 20, 2007 21:00:28 GMT -5
::Pietro would not argue the point with her. She knew herself better than he did. But if it were him, he would at least seek Wanda out, if no one else.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 20, 2007 21:03:31 GMT -5
"Besides...it helps to keep the running joke," she said with a wry look on her face.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 21, 2007 9:48:27 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. It would keep the joke running, until her hair changed back.:: "True."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 22, 2007 0:13:34 GMT -5
She paused a moment, picking up a stone from the grass- it was a relatively harmless thing to use her powers on, and small. She held it in her hand as they began walking again, letting it ash and then reforming it from the ash, over and over again. It was a small vent for a large amount of power, but a vent nonetheless, and it wouldn't destroy half the grounds in the process.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 15:20:39 GMT -5
::They walked in silence for a few moments, or so Pietro thought, and they reached the woods, veered from it, so as not to encounter Kyra.:: "I do not suppose you want to hear a story."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 22, 2007 16:31:29 GMT -5
"A story?" Typhoid asked, curious as to the sudden change of subject.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 17:53:46 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced at the forest behind them for a split second, then back at her. Often, when they were younger, he and Wanda would take walks together. Particularly after a bad fight or a hormonal outburst. They had always shared stories to help calm one another.:: "For momentary distraction."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 22, 2007 18:01:06 GMT -5
She nodded, instantly curious. She didn't see this particular aspect of Pietro often. "If you like."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 21:09:03 GMT -5
"Truth or fairy tale?" ::Pietro asked the question, to know what she would rather hear.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 22, 2007 21:10:06 GMT -5
She smiled. "Truth," she said, wondering where that would take her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 21:24:24 GMT -5
::Pietro took a brief instant to consider what story to tell. He had many of them, both from his youth here and from his travels. Not all of his stories were humorous, as there had been many traumatic moments. But some of them were, and there was no harm in sharing a bad moment or two.:: "When I was the smallest of children, I wanted to be a doll maker."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 22, 2007 21:28:42 GMT -5
THAT was certainly not something she had expected. "A...doll maker?"
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