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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 15:34:22 GMT -5
::Pietro was on her in a flash, caught her before she could stumble further. Being drunk, the loss of coordination and everything that came with it would remain a mystery to him, metabolism granted.
Her question spoke to the fact that they barely knew each other. If she knew him better, she would already have the answer to that question. Did Pietro Maximoff hate anyone? He thought he wore it on his sleeve.:: "For most of my adult life. Who do you hate?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 15:37:40 GMT -5
"St. John Edward Allerdyce." She spat, her face reddening. "This is all his fault." She knew it wasn't true, even as the words left her mouth. "No, it isn't, it's my fault." She whined, suddenly crying again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 15:43:20 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that name, or rather the first and last. "Edward" was a new addition, and he couldn't care about a middle name. Placing it took only a brief instant, and his expression became more guarded. Which likely wouldn't help her stop crying, but that was beyond him.:: "Magneto's crony John Allerdyce?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 15:46:10 GMT -5
She looked up at him again, "You know him?" her voice was soft and sad again. The combination of whiskey, pain, and fatigue was making her mood erratic.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -5
::Pietro was uncertain if she wanted to know if he knew Allerdyce or Magneto. Preferring not to answer the latter, as he delved enough into his issues with the man on a daily basis, he settled for a simpler, vaguer answer. Expression set, he nodded slightly.:: "I know the Brotherhood."
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 15:56:04 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "They're so high and mighty. They think... well, you know how they think." She barked a single laugh. "So high and mighty, and living in the woods like that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 16:02:27 GMT -5
::They were slowly approaching the mansion proper, and Pietro continued to guide her and keep her from falling over. Even drunk, that bitter streak was there.
His ears all but perked up at the mention of the woods. That was where the Brotherhood hid? The woods? That was...useful to know. He would bring it up with Logan and Ororo before mentioning it to Uncle, lest it for some reason made the other man want to *help.*:: "You should stay away from them."
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 16:05:02 GMT -5
"Trust me, I don't ever want to see him again." Kitty said, missing the general reference to The Brotherhood and meaning only John. She looked up at the Mansion and groaned. "I can't go in there."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 16:09:05 GMT -5
::From this exchange, Pietro had thus far gathered that she had run into the flamethrower John and had had a bad encounter, and had likely been to the Brotherhood base. All of those were reasons he should be angry, and would be if not for the information given and that sense of identification which made him want to help *her.* Was this what it was like to be his Uncle? He didn't care for it.
They were nearly at the front door, and he bit back a sigh at her insistence.:: "You either go in, or I carry you."
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 16:13:20 GMT -5
Kitty stood still for a moment, considering. She was sincerely scared of what was going to happen to her, but she knew, even in her fuzzy minded state, that she would have to face it eventually. She sighed, her brows knit, "Are you mad at me, Pietro?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 16:15:14 GMT -5
::Pietro's instinct tended to be one of anger, however, he didn't know what had happened, and somewhere within him his protective urge had been riled into full force.:: "Mad at you for what? So far, I know you hate a Brotherhood member, which is good in my book."
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 16:17:24 GMT -5
Kitty smiled briefly and moved toward the front doors of the mansion. Her head was starting to clear, but just barely. "I need a shower."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 16:21:10 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. A shower might help, and it meant she was going to enter the mansion.:: "Take one, and meet me in the kitchen after."
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Post by Shadowcat on Dec 1, 2008 16:37:52 GMT -5
Kitty stayed planted where she was, standing unsteadily in front of the doors. She nodded to Pietro and opened the door. She couldn't help but feel relieved to be home, even if it wasn't meant to be her home much longer. She entered the mansion, the rush of warm air a welcome comfort.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2008 16:40:50 GMT -5
::Pietro caught the door, as Kitty was somewhat hesitant still. More than that, he wasn't certain how badly her muscles were weakened from the alcohol, and it was better not to have her crushed.::
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