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Post by Typhoid on Dec 1, 2007 23:43:22 GMT -5
((Post Wideawake))
It was cold outside, but at least it kept a person awake, and that was what Ty needed at the moment. Sitting stiffly outside on a bench, wearing Nim's coat to protect herself, she held her hand in front of her, concentrating on it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2007 23:46:50 GMT -5
::Pietro wandered the grounds, no set purpose in mind. Wanda had wanted to be alone, truly alone, leaving no room for him, and he respected her wishes, making himself scarce until she wanted or needed him again. Walking, not running, he passed a bench, and Rossignol, an expression of concentration on her features. He was reluctant to break that concentration, so he approached cautiously.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 1, 2007 23:50:52 GMT -5
She jumped when her hand suddenly burst into green flame, flared for a minute, and then turned entirely transparent, all within the space of a second at most. Pain from her burns reminded her not to jerk so suddenly, and she lost her concentration, her hand returning to normal. "Goddammit..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2007 23:53:17 GMT -5
::Pietro had seen too much in his life to be startled by the display, although its resemblance to Mary's appearance was not lost on him. He approached from behind, until he stood beside the bench.:: "He won't hear you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 1, 2007 23:56:29 GMT -5
If she'd jumped before, she leaped now, her concentration so lost that she couldn't hear a heartbeat. "The HELL...?!"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 1, 2007 23:58:43 GMT -5
::Pietro moved to the front of the bench, so he could face her now. It had not been his intention to frighten her, particularly since she had a tendency to know when he was nearby.:: "I don't mean to disturb you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 0:01:28 GMT -5
"You didn't, I just..." she made a gesture of frustration. "Too concentrated on one power to worry about the other, I guess."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 0:04:34 GMT -5
::Pietro knew what it was to become absorbed in power, and he truly did not wish to distract her.:: "Should I leave you be so you can concentrate again?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 0:07:15 GMT -5
"No, it's alright." Shaking her head, she stuck her uninjured hand in a pocket of her coat. "I shouldn't even be experimenting anyways. The last time I turned transparent, my clothing turned to ash."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 0:08:25 GMT -5
::With her permission granted, Pietro made no move to leave.:: "Wouldn't that be reason to experiment?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 0:12:59 GMT -5
"Not unless I intend on ashing both my bandages and clothing off before I am healed and in full view of half the school," she replied, shaking her head. "And I can't control it besides."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 0:15:43 GMT -5
::Pietro's own abilities had always grown stronger with work, training, exercise, but the side-effects were uncontrollable in their own right; thus he understood what he meant. He sat down on the bench beside her, leaving a bit of room should she not desire contact at the time.:: "That was my attempt at encouragement."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 0:18:39 GMT -5
A slight chuckle. "I'm sorry, my pessimism is showing."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 2, 2007 0:20:40 GMT -5
"I'm not one to judge," ::Pietro replied, though he did not smile. His attitude tended to be sour, and pessimism to others was realistic thinking to him.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 2, 2007 0:31:14 GMT -5
"No, you're not," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder, grateful for his arrival. "Though I'm glad you haven't stayed the night recently." It sounded cold, but she meant it for his safety.
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