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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 22:37:56 GMT -5
"And I think we need to keep an eye on Uncle, especially," she added. She had no idea how much trouble his foolishness might bring him one day.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 22:45:42 GMT -5
"If we want him to stay alive," ::Pietro agreed gravely. The man was unwittingly signing his own death warrant, and it bothered Pietro to no end.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:00:53 GMT -5
She nodded. "I love him, but he's heading down a path straight into trouble, and he thinks he's behind the wheel when he's just being pulled along for the ride."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:12:34 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once in agreement. The reason his own health had been neglected had been because of Uncle's foolish and forgiving nature.:: "Between Magneto and the shape-shifter, he is begging for his throat to be slit."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:20:11 GMT -5
"Or to be poisoned," she added. Even though she didn't tell Pietro, she suspected the shape-shifter less and less as time went by, but in turn suspected Magneto more and more. Something didn't seem right, seeing her and Uncle together. It seemed...almost genuine.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:25:11 GMT -5
"That is why I offered to taste the food in the pantry," ::Pietro replied. His body handled poisons better than the others would, and it was a distinct possibility. Magneto would not use poison, but the shape-shifter might.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:31:52 GMT -5
"I don't know," she admitted. "The more time passes, the less I think that's needed." That was certainly true, she grew less and less suspicious of her as time went on, and she saw her waddling around with that giant pregnant stomach.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:37:03 GMT -5
::Pietro did not want to get into this argument a second time, but he feared for his sister. If she was taken in by the shape-shifter's lies, then he was left alone to fight, and he knew he was right about her. He did not want to see harm come to her at the hands of the untrustworthy characters that had been granted asylum here, but he also did not have the strength to present his arguments again.:: "I remain guarded."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 8, 2007 23:51:37 GMT -5
"I know," she told him, suppressing a sigh. Thankfully, they would not get into this argument again. "And I remain here, supporting you, Pietro."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 9, 2007 23:06:41 GMT -5
"I am grateful," ::Pietro said, squeezing his sister's hand once more. He was grateful that she had not fled from him a second time. Although he would not admit it, would never put such guilt upon her, he remained fearful that the slightest disagreement gone awry would lead her to pack and leave him alone.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 9, 2007 23:24:07 GMT -5
She gripped his hand tightly. "I will never leave you," she promised. A pang of guilt struck her, as she recalled the first time she had made that promise, when they were younger, and she'd locked him out one night. She had still left, those weeks and weeks ago. Even though she had come back, she felt bad that she had broken this same promise before. She would not do so again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 9, 2007 23:38:45 GMT -5
::The sky turned orange from the sunset and Pietro twitched in his lawn chair. The slowness of the sun's motions irritated him, canceling out what appreciation he might have of the beauty. Wanda wanted to watch, however, and so he forced himself to become still and focus on the conversation. He trusted her; he trusted her in everything. Still, so much fell to chaos around him, and he could do nothing.:: "I will be by your side."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Oct 9, 2007 23:46:43 GMT -5
She nodded. Even though she found the sunset to be beautiful, she knew Pietro couldn't stand to watch something so still. She shifted one leg over onto his other side, and pulled him close to her with her arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She cared about him so very much.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 9, 2007 23:51:08 GMT -5
::Pietro shifted on the chair and moved his sister's arm, so that it did not brush his ribs. He had mostly recovered, but there was still pain there. He ran his fingers through her hair, looking out at the sunset, before his eyes settled on her. This was more like they had been in Europe.::
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 9, 2007 23:52:25 GMT -5
A student was walking across the grounds, and turned a corner to walk onto the patio, when he saw an odd sight indeed. The twins Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, entwined together in a *very* intimate embrace. "Oh, am I disturbing anything?" He stuttered immediately, feeling as though he'd stumbled upon something very intimate and possibly secret.
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