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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 20:13:40 GMT -5
Typhoid sat with her arms about her knees in the sand at the edge of the lake on Xavier's grounds, staring at the water. It was where she went when she wanted to be calm, to not think. As calm as she was, though, she couldn't stop thinking.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 20:19:09 GMT -5
::Pietro had come to the lake as well, to try to sort out his thoughts. The last time he had been there, had been with the woman who needed revenge to quench her yearning. The time before that, with the empath Michael, who had been far more helpful than he thought. It was calming place. As he approached, he caught sight of someone already there. Upon closer inspection, he found it to be Rossignol. He came closer, but did not encroach.:: "Should I leave you be?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 20:25:49 GMT -5
She didn't need to turn to recognize the voice. "Of course not." Her tone was warm, but she was far away in her thoughts.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 20:46:56 GMT -5
::Pietro sat beside her on the ground, resting his hands on his knees. She appeared deep in thought.:: "How are you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 20:55:38 GMT -5
It was, for her, a loaded question. "I don't know. Sorted, I suppose." She chuckled dryly. "Depends on which part of me you're asking."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 20:57:06 GMT -5
"All of you," ::Pietro replied. He had never been able to make such separations.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 21:01:14 GMT -5
"I'm both angry beyond belief, and....relieved," she said, with unusual candor. It was different from how she'd felt only a couple days ago.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 21:10:02 GMT -5
::Pietro considered that briefly; he, too, was relieved, but perhaps not for the same reason.:: "Because it is over?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 21:14:22 GMT -5
"Yes," she turned to look at him, then moved closer. "And....because something else is beginning."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 21:16:06 GMT -5
::A silver eyebrow rose towards Pietro's hairline and he turned, facing her, his expression masked to the best of his ability. There were threats which faced them, and his thoughts always wandered that way.:: "What is beginning?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 21:24:51 GMT -5
She followed the pattern of his thoughts instantly, though it was by knowledge of how he thought and the ever present raised silver eyebrow rather then any sort of telepathy. She smiled, a small one. "It's nothing bad, I don't think. I just....you remember when I told you, how I can feel what's alive?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 21:26:36 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once; she had made that explanation and it had led to his challenge to sneak up on her. A challenge he had not only failed to meet, but failed to attempt, with recent developments. He had found that sense to be a remarkable gift.: "Yes."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 21:57:04 GMT -5
"That's rather why I came over here," she said. "It's....strengthened. I could only feel people before, or maybe animals. Now...I can feel everything alive." This time the smile she gave was full, and for the moment, happy.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 22:22:19 GMT -5
::That was far better than what Pietro had expected, and his lips curled into a thin smile. It was nothing less than extraordinary.:: "Congratulations."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 22:26:29 GMT -5
"Thank you." She turned back to stare out at everything. "It's....the first time I haven't felt like it wasn't a curse."
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