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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 22:12:51 GMT -5
((OOC: This takes place the morning after "Passing on Hope."))
::Another sleepless night and the morning security sweep passed. The weather was unsurprisingly clear, and uncharacteristically warm for the season. Forty degrees Fahrenheit, soon to be mid-forties and possibly fifty the next day. Pietro took advantage of this, sitting outside on the patio, watching the sun as it lit the sky.
Wanda had taken the pamphlets from him to consider. If she chose to go, he would go first, again, and let them test on him. He would take no further risks with his sister. If all was well, she would have her powers restored, and Magneto would pose less of a threat. More importantly, she would have life again, no longer aching as she did. And if all was well, it would mean there were considerations to be made about the world around them.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 22:26:09 GMT -5
It was earlier then Typhoid was used to getting up, but she'd slept early the night before, the product of nights laying awake, thinking. A familiar, too-quick heartbeat alerted her to Pietro's presence on the patio, and that was exactly where she found him. "Good morning."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 22:27:48 GMT -5
"Good morning, Rossignol," ::Pietro greeted her, not turning around from the rising sun. Light filled his vision. Majestic. Contemplative.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 22:35:15 GMT -5
Ty didn't want to interrupt his thoughts, so she merely circled around behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders and watching the sun with him. It had been a long time since she'd seen sunrise.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 22:37:49 GMT -5
::Moments passed in silence. Pietro leaned back into the touch of her hands, but made no other move for contact, nor did he speak. Only when the sun was in position did he voice a most surprising question.:: "Did you used to pray the rosary?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 22:44:13 GMT -5
The question caught her a little by surprise; Pietro was not religious, and the question was strange coming from him. "...in a way, I suppose. They had us pray it before bed every night. I didn't really understand what it meant."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 22:50:26 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly, accepting that answer. He doubted few understood as adults, but knew from experience that there was a lacking as a child. He shook off the thought for a moment, finally turning to face her.:: "It is early."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 22:53:16 GMT -5
"It is." She smiled. "I slept early last night."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 22:56:52 GMT -5
"Welcome to dawn," ::Pietro said, tone between seriousness and teasing.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 23:03:06 GMT -5
She chuckled. "Don't get used to it. I will remain a nightowl forever."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 23:09:33 GMT -5
"You are who you are," ::Pietro said, moving his hand to cover hers on his shoulder. Were she Wanda, he would pull her into his lap. But with how her presence affected him, it would be unwise.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 23:18:19 GMT -5
She answered his comment with a question, coming around to stand in front of him as opposed to behind him. "What were you thinking about, just now?" she asked. It was as still as she'd ever seen him be, short of when eating or when he was lying next to her, asleep.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 23:20:39 GMT -5
"Wanda," ::Pietro's answer came immediately. His arm twisted around and over his head, not breaking contact with her as she moved into his direct line of vision.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 23:22:45 GMT -5
"Is something wrong?" Ty asked, immediately concerned.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 23:26:28 GMT -5
::The concern in her voice caused Pietro to snap his head up, gaze meeting hers.:: "She wants her powers back."
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