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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 16:19:37 GMT -5
((Set not too long after "Lamaze Class" and "Running Home"))
They were going to charge the mansion if they had to. The group of adults, with Dan, Rick, and Brian at the head, were all at the front gates. The other husbands and a few of the women were all behind them. The women who were too far along stayed some distance behind them, watching with eager eyes.
They didn't have torches and pitchforks, but they might as well have. A few of them had retrieved their handguns.
The gate was open, and they began to enter, demanding that the 'demon' be given to them. They would show her what happened when a mutant tried to play pretend, and fool them.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 22:21:13 GMT -5
::One of the students had left the gate unlocked; Pietro was not pleased. If the situation were less dire, he would complain to Uncle about security procedures. However, there was a growing mob flooding in and he recognized, both unfortunately and not surprisingly, several of the men from the lamaze class. Anger rose within him; these men would *dare* invade his home? He had been about to attack them, when he realized that his anger, unchecked, could result in more problems. It had been a long few days. And at the very least, they should have the students and the shape-shifter, for the child's sake not her own, hide in the basement while he took care of this. He dashed into the mansion and found Uncle in the parlor.:: "Those humans are ready to attack on the bottom of the grounds."
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 22:44:18 GMT -5
She had been sitting in an armchair next to Charles when Pietro dashed in, his news grave. There was a mob, mostly consisting of the husbands and wives from the lamaze class, most likely. Her eyes betrayed her fear, not for herself, but for the baby. She had seen what humans declared "justice" on mutants, had been on the receiving end of that justice many times when she'd been a teen. Oh, god, the baby....
This was all her fault. If she'd been a little stronger, a little more in control, then this never would have happened.
She looked to Charles nervously. What was going to happen next?
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 22:58:35 GMT -5
"Get her out of harm's way," ::Pietro continued, with a nod towards the shape-shifter. That would be the first step. He turned to leave the parlor and return to the fight.::
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 23:08:53 GMT -5
"You're not going out there to fight them, are you?" She spoke up, turning to look at Pietro as he began to leave. They'd have guns, of course, and if a fight broke out, things would just get worse. And she didn't want Pietro to get shot or injured. As much as she disliked him, she didn't want him to be hurt. He'd protected her.
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Post by The Man on Sept 22, 2007 23:11:30 GMT -5
::Xavier had absorbed his nephew's news with a mildly grim expression. It was unfortunate, that these individuals were so filled with fear and hate that they could not leave the Institute, Raven, the child alone. They would need to be set right, of course. Before he could make a statement to that effect, Pietro had turned to move, and Raven had voiced the question he had thought. He wheeled forward, to help stop his nephew from risking his own safety needlessly.::
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 23:13:20 GMT -5
::Pietro turned back briefly, at the shape-shifter's question. It was unnecessary. He was security; he would fight. Beyond that, why did she care? It was foolish of her to think that he thought for a moment that she held anything but contempt for his ability to see through her charade. Not only that, but she severely underestimated him, to think that a mob could stop him so easily.:: "Give me forty-five seconds and a lead pipe."
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 23:20:24 GMT -5
"Sure, Pietro," she said. "And while you're at it, give them time to regroup and a handful of cure syringes." If he hurt them now, it would get worse. "A few of those people out there in that mob are pregnant. Would you hurt them? If you didn't, and just took out their husbands, they could very well get the police, or national guard involved. And then what?" They would have a huge crisis on their hands.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 23:25:46 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head slightly. He moved too quickly to be seen when he did not wish to be, and he could take out the men easily, so fast that the women would not have time to register. Then he could, and would, run each woman into town. Who would believe that they were transported by a silver blur? Besides, the shape-shifter missed an important point in all this, and he banged his hand against the wall to emphasize it.:: "The only innocents in this are the children under this roof."
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 23:29:16 GMT -5
"So you would harm the pregnant women out there?" She asked quietly, her yellow eyes fixed on him as he banged his hand against the wall.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 22, 2007 23:34:23 GMT -5
::Pietro stiffened. How dare she ask that question, as though she were in any position to judge him. There was blood on her hands.:: "I do not answer to you."
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 23:38:54 GMT -5
"I'm not demanding an answer like an order," she said quietly. "I'm asking you like a person would ask another, simple as that." Her eyes still fixated on him, while her hands became clenched in her lap.
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Post by The Man on Sept 22, 2007 23:41:03 GMT -5
"Pietro, you are staying here," ::Xavier interjected. Violence begat violence, and there had been more than enough of that. They would handle this situation without harming anyone, or letting anyone come to harm.::
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Post by Mystique on Sept 22, 2007 23:56:35 GMT -5
She turned her head to look at Charles. He was right of course, in making Pietro stay here with them. But what would happen next? What would they do, before the mob was at the front door, and shooting through the windows?
"Charles, what are we going to do about this?" She asked him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 0:03:09 GMT -5
"The Devil I am," ::Pietro said, taking his leave again. If Uncle thought for a moment he would let these ignorant masses gain any ground towards the mansion, he was more senile than Pietro previously thought. He began to run, or so he thought, and yet he gained no ground. He realized, then, he was frozen to his spot on the threshold, unmoving, and he shot the other man a glance.:: "Uncle, let me go."
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