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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 22:35:46 GMT -5
"It is not a curse," ::Pietro replied quickly. As much as he understood dislikig one's heritage, his upbringing did not allow him any shame for inherent abilites, no matter their scope.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 22:45:05 GMT -5
She shook her head, taking a deep breath to preserve the calm she had. Her thoughts jumped from subject to subject; she had to stop herself from letting her emotions do the same. "It's not that. It just...used to be merely a targeting system. Now it's....more like something to enjoy." She had an abrupt idea, decided to see if she could try it. Just as she had said, she felt everything that was alive, now, including things in the water, even the tiniest creatures there were. She stared at the water, and the liquid began to glow, highlighted by the brighter glowing of the creatures in it as her power touched them, but under her tight control, did not harm them.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 22:48:42 GMT -5
::The lake began to glow, isolated areas which grew in number, and Pietro assumed it was her power lighting the living beings. Slow as it was to him, it was almost as if creation were being brought to his attention. *Incredible,* he thought to himself, always awed by what she could do. And yet, for some reason, he said instead,:: "I hope our water mains don't draw from here."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 22:53:19 GMT -5
She looked at him with an amused expression, the irises of her eyes bright green. "Do you think I'd do something to harm anyone?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 22:58:09 GMT -5
"Never," ::Pietro replied, honestly. He trusted her to not bring harm unless it was in battle; in battle, the rules changed. He trusted her with his life, would lay down his life for her. It had been an attempt at humor, an area of life he so rarely succeeded in.:: "I am not as eloquent as W.C. Fields."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 23:01:33 GMT -5
"W.C. Fields?" she asked, still holding her power in check. It was good practice. Pietro always read much that she didn't- whether it was simply a difference in taste or a lack of speed on Typhoid's part, she could never figure out.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 23:05:49 GMT -5
"He was a writer and comedian. He said that he didn't drink water because fish live in it," ::It had been ages since Pietro had read anything by W.C. Fields, but he wanted to explain his comment, lest it had been misinterpreted. His sense of humor and delivery both lacked.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 23:11:41 GMT -5
She chuckled; it was rare that Pietro made a joke, rarer still with recent events. She leaned her head on his shoulder briefly, and her power flared as she did, swirling about them both but not harming. "I don't drink soda because chemicals live in it. Can't say I ever thought about fish."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 23:18:33 GMT -5
::Pietro wrapped his arm around her, when he felt her lean against him. These moments of contact with her, alone, meant more than words could express.:: "I don't drink soda for the same reason. That and the sugar."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 23:22:54 GMT -5
That made her chuckle further. "I would love to see you wired."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 23:26:32 GMT -5
"You would not," ::Pietro replied with a shake of his head. The world was unbearable when he was wired, and he had been told he became insufferable.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2007 23:34:01 GMT -5
"I would," she countered, teasing. "You've seen me drunk."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2007 23:34:53 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head slightly. Drunk and wired were hardly similar, particularly not in their effects.:: "That is different."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 19, 2007 13:53:01 GMT -5
"That is because it was me acting the fool and not you," she remarked, her tone tainted with humor. Whatever had become of her small drunken bout at Hellfire, she regretted none of it...except for the hangover.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 19, 2007 21:40:16 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head a second time. True, he had his pride and disliked playing the fool. However, that was not at issue. Would that he could become drunk, he would be more than happy to share that with her. Being wired, that was completely different. It was uncontrollable, a throw back to those years in his youth when he had been thought to have a learning disability, when his speed had kept him so removed from the rest of the world, that he could not even communicate. Mortifying.:: "If I could get drunk, I would do that for you."
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