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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 21:11:07 GMT -5
::Pietro's arm remained around her, shifting to let her remove her hood before settling again.:: "Good."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 21:25:39 GMT -5
"You'll have another reason to be in Greenwich Village," she said, softly. "Besides my being at NYU."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 21:28:58 GMT -5
::Were Pietro another man, he might ask if she were insinuating something about his preferences. He was not, and knew she was not, and no joke followed.:: "Yes."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 21:31:39 GMT -5
His off beat reaction made her smile fully now, though a few tears lingered from their conversation. "Hopefully I'll have a job there, Pietro. I'm planning to audition at a few clubs."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 21:52:25 GMT -5
::Pietro was glad to hear that; a job and outside connections would do good by her, although it wasn't a point he would articulate and beat into her. That she was doing it meant she knew and needed no reminding. And a club setting would befit her, as she could sing well; he had heard her.:: "Break a leg, is it?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 22:00:36 GMT -5
A very slight chuckle escaped her. "Yes, break a leg."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. He knew that much from Wanda, who once had ambitions to be an actress and still had passion for theatre.:: "Break a leg."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 22:18:52 GMT -5
"I'll try." Her voice was faint, and she brushed remaining tears out of her eyes.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 22:20:49 GMT -5
::Pietro's arm tightened around her in response to the few tears she brushed away.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 22:25:59 GMT -5
She leaned against him, responding to his movement. "Should we get out of the rain?" she asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 25, 2008 22:26:50 GMT -5
"Do you want to?" ::Pietro's clothing was of little consequence, and he didn't mind being outside if she wished to stay. He was used to rain.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 25, 2008 22:37:23 GMT -5
"I'm all right here," she replied, and as if in response to her comment, a light transparent green shielding rose around her and spread slowly to him, dispersing the rain into light steam when it came close. She couldn't turn water into the ash-like substance she turned everything else into, but she could disperse it into component molecules, though it would recollect later outside of any shielding she happened to project. This shield was weak, done as almost an afterthought, and would collapse if they separated. As turbulent as her emotions were, she'd risk nothing more, but at the moment, in his arms, she didn't want to leave, either.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 26, 2008 19:50:59 GMT -5
::The rain suddenly stopped hitting them, and Pietro glanced upward. She had constructed an energy shield, which was fine for the occasion, and he nodded.:: "Then we'll stay here."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 26, 2008 20:02:30 GMT -5
She nodded and settled into him, content with his presence and only the sound of rain breaking on the shielding and pattering on the ground interrupting the quiet.
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