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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:31:15 GMT -5
::Pietro had been unaware that the spit-fire had left for any purpose other than the holidays.:: "From winter recess?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -5
"No, she..." Ty sighed, shaking her head. "She left to live with Set. Who just happens to like to kill people for fun."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:39:55 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression hardened when she finished her sentence. His entire body tensed at the sheer implications. Death was an abhorrent subject. There were times when it was necessary, but no joy was to be taken in the process.:: "He is a mutant?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:47:52 GMT -5
"I think so," she replied. "She wasn't really specific when she left, and I yelled at her on top of it all."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:49:03 GMT -5
::Pietro muttered to himself, in Romanes not German; fists clenched in anger born from disgust.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:52:53 GMT -5
What he muttered was a language Ty didn't know, and her brow furrowed, particularly at the clenched fists. Trying to smooth his anger, she explained further. "She left him because of it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 0:00:55 GMT -5
::Although concern for the spit-fire was a factor, as Pietro remained indebted to her, she was not his only concern. The last thing the world needed unleashed was another Magneto, a mutant who served to harm them all, mutants and humans alike, bringing only pain, misery, and death.:: "These people are why we cannot return to Romania."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 0:08:19 GMT -5
"There will be more after him," Ty said, not trying to sound pessimistic, but rather matter of fact. One hand smoothed over the top of his clenched fist. "We can't save the world."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 0:12:21 GMT -5
"They just want to live their lives," ::Pietro said, speaking on behalf of most of the population. That was what most people wished to do, and yet these obstacles kept arising, making it impossible. He had no intention of saving the world; he simply wanted to live his life as much as the next individual.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 0:18:09 GMT -5
"I know," Ty said, unable to find an explanation, philosophic or otherwise, that would solve the problem in one blow. And that, she mused, was the problem.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
::Pietro added this Set to his list of individuals who would not want to meet him at night in an alley. The threats to the family and the safety of those who would otherwise not be enemies...this was the problem they all faced. He unclenched his fists.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 20:57:49 GMT -5
Ty took a breath when his fists unclenched; anger was not an emotion she liked in herself or anyone else. "I wish I hadn't said anything now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 21:03:31 GMT -5
::Pietro disagreed with her. As infuriating as the knowledge was that this man existed, it was better than ignorance.:: "I prefer to know the threats."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 21:09:49 GMT -5
"This one seems distant enough," Ty replied, then rethought that. "Though I seriously doubt that coming here after Phoebe would be in his best interests."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 21:11:55 GMT -5
"No, it wouldn't be," ::Pietro agreed. He would stop him, and that was not including the fate that would befall him should Rossignol get to him.::
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