I Side with Those Who Favor Fire

[Pietro Maximoff]

((OOC: This takes place after "From What I've Tasted of Desire." Those of you familiar with Robert Frost may have noticed a pattern.))

::On an isolated corner of the grounds, Pietro stood in boots, trousers, and a light jacket, not for the weather, but to absorb errant powder. Eyes trained on his own handiwork. He had not made dolls in years, but this...life-size construction of Laudine Piercefield had been necessary, though it had sickened him to make. Standing yards away, eyes trained on her, he raised the pistol to aim.::

[Typhoid]

Typhoid had been taking one of her usual walks when she reached a grassy area on the grounds, one of many. This one, however, was occupied by a not unfamiliar figure. Instead of disturbing him, she simply leaned against a tree on the edge of the area, watching.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro took careful aim, then fired thrice in rapid succession. Holes appeared in the body of the mannequin, two in the heart, one in the brain. He had watched as they entered, saw it clearly, but for a sense of reassurance, crossed to the examine the holes.::

[Typhoid]

"I think you got her," Ty said wryly from her spot by the tree.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro turned his head at the sound of a familiar voice. He lowered the pistol and stopped where he was.:: "It isn't sufficient."

[Typhoid]

"What isn't?" she asked, pulling up the hood on her coat more out of old habit then being cold.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro gestured at the mannequin with his free hand. It was not Piercefield; it was only a target. He would not be satisfied until she no longer posed a threat.::

[Typhoid]

"It will be solved eventually," Ty observed, her jaw clenching a little. She had her own problems with the leader of Wideawake.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Eventually," ::Pietro repeated, dead-pan. It was both a word and a concept for which he held neither patience nor affection. Every moment she lived was a week to him, and a week was far too much for her.::

[Typhoid]

"I know, I'd rather it be now, too," Ty said, in response to his lack of tone. "And at the same time I'd want to put it off forever."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro had moved beyond the point of wishing for it to be avoided; it was inevitable, and he wanted to be done with it.:: "It is too late for that."

[Typhoid]

"It is, but I wish it wasn't." She eyed the gun, a little skeptically. "Doesn't that kick back hard?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's eyes looked from her to the weapon, before settling once again on her.:: "I have...excellent balance and sure footing."

[Typhoid]

"Mmm." She came forward, held out her hand for it, a little gingerly.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::She held out a hand, reaching for the weapon. Pietro flipped it in his hand, so he held it towards her, his hand covered the barrel.::