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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 12:53:33 GMT -5
"I might," ::Pietro replied, no hint of regret or fear in his voice. It was a mere statement of fact, and he had come to terms with it in the past days.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 12:56:11 GMT -5
Her stomach soured at that revelation. "No, you won't. That's not something I'll allow. Ever," she said, with a great deal of finality in her voice.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 13:18:13 GMT -5
"If I can avoid it, I will, but if I cannot..." ::Pietro shrugged then, though not completely nonchalant. He had come to accept that he would die, possibly young, most certainly fight to protect others. They would have to work to take his life, as he had no intention of simply laying back and dying. And more than enough of the enemy would fall in exchange. Yet his death remained a possibility; Piercefield and her cohorts had that technology which stunned him, shocked his heart still, causing his legs to follow. If the sentinels functioned the same way, and he, by nature of his abilities needed to get close, there remained the chance. He had the weaponry, but those were finite, and in the end, he would rely on himself and his own resourcefulness. He had no false pretenses about this battle; he knew the risks and what was at stake. None of that was difficult. It was only controlling that rage which burned inside him which gave him these problems, which cracked through his armor and inhibited his speech.:: "I will make it work their while."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 13:24:36 GMT -5
Typhoid had come to terms with death as a teenager, even been seen as it's companion by more superstitious people she'd met. After her own death, it had become more complicated. She knew how it felt to die when you didn't wish to, to be ripped from where you wanted to be into somewhere else you didn't. And despite her conversation with Xavier on the subject, she couldn't accept the idea that anyone had a "time to die."
"You're not going to die, Pietro."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 13:32:26 GMT -5
"I won't kneel for it," ::Pietro continued. He did not want her to have an oppression he had resigned himself to this...merely, he had accepted the possibility. If it came down to him or an innocent, Wanda or one of the children, he would not give it a second thought. He was born from villainy; best to go out in a blaze of heroism.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 15:14:14 GMT -5
Ty sighed; that was a considerably different outlook then his agitation portrayed. "Neither will I. But ..." She shook her head. "Screw that. I won't let it happen at all."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 15:17:27 GMT -5
::Pietro's lips curled into a thin smile; she was so similar to him at times it was astounding. The smile did not remain there long, as he became serious again.:: "If it comes down to me or Wanda...aid her."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 15:19:53 GMT -5
"If it comes down to you or her I'll take the attack myself instead," Ty replied, shaking her head. She was all too aware of what it would be like for either of them to be without the other alive, and as she'd told both Xavier and Pietro many times, she wasn't easy to kill.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 21:18:04 GMT -5
::That was the approach Pietro would take himself, and thus he could not speak to dissuade her. However, if she tried to sacrifice herself for him, he would not let her, just as she would not allow him. Such was that mindset. He merely nodded.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 21:22:32 GMT -5
"How long have you thought this?" she asked softly. "About dying, I mean."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 21:25:08 GMT -5
"Dying in battle?" ::Pietro asked for clarification. He crossed to where she had dropped the gun; it would not do for that to lay around where a student could find it.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 21:27:23 GMT -5
"Yes, or dying in THIS battle, if you like," Ty clarified.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 21:34:16 GMT -5
::Pietro paused, attempting to separate his memories of time. It merged together with a lack of sleep and then slowed so completely.:: "For this, a week or two."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 13, 2007 21:37:13 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed in concern. "I wish you'd said something sooner."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Nov 13, 2007 21:41:23 GMT -5
::Pietro emptied the barrel of the gun, removing the last two bullets, which he slipped into a pocket before placing the weapon on his belt. That thought had raced in and out of his mind, as most did; they were not worthwhile to share.:: "In every battle, there is a risk."
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