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Post by Everyone Else on Mar 31, 2009 22:19:53 GMT -5
((OOC: April Fool's Thread... This takes place roughly thirteen years in the future.))
Abigail was walking along the grounds, going over to talk to her Uncle Pietro. At fourteen, she was just starting her high school-level classes, and they were hard. And then she had been made fun of the other day at the mall by kids her age, because she went to the "freak" school. Instead of telling her parents, as she probably should have, she kept it bottled up inside her, letting the hurt and anger grow.
Combined with her natural hormones, the time had come for her powers to develop. Abigail suddenly felt sick to her stomach, as she collapsed onto her knees in the grass.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 8:44:04 GMT -5
::Pietro had been watering the gardens, as he had drawn it from the "chore wheel." However, the hose was quickly abandoned when he saw Abigail drop to her knees. Concerned, he rushed over to her.:: "Kleine?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 12:58:50 GMT -5
"I don't feel good," She said quietly, moaning. It felt like her insides were churning as though they were made of mere butter. She felt like she would lose the contents of her stomach, while the world began to spin.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 13:06:32 GMT -5
::Pietro put his hand on her shoulder and crouched beside her.:: "I will take you downstairs."
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:13:21 GMT -5
Abigail retched, losing the contents of her stomach. There was a metal bench nearby, and curiously enough, it quivered.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 13:15:43 GMT -5
::A bench nearby quivered, but Pietro gave it no second thought. Telekinesis was a common power at the mansion, and he was far more concerned with her. He moved out of the way before she could vomit, to save his knees. Once again, his hand found her arm.:: "We will go slow. Come now."
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:20:51 GMT -5
She groaned, coughing. The metal bench began to shake violently, and moved towards her. The metal ring on the gardening hose pulled off it's restriction and slithered towards her in the grass. The metal shovel began to do the same.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 13:27:00 GMT -5
::All of the metallic objects flying towards them was more difficult for Pietro to ignore. He used his body to shield her, for a moment believing that Magneto was somewhere on the grounds, choosing to attack.::
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:30:52 GMT -5
Abigail moaned again, feeling like she was on fire. "What's happening?" She asked, confused and in pain. The metal cap to the hose reached her first, and it melted itself on the back of her hand, spreading like a thin metal glove to cover her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 13:35:28 GMT -5
::That the metal came to her told Pietro that this was not Magneto's doing; it was hers. She had been ill immediately prior, which was common for powers developing, and he spoke in the tone of a man who worried about a younger relative, which he was.:: "Your powers have developed."
::An instant passed, as his own words sunk into his mind. Her powers had developed, and they involved magnetism. His expression hardened, and he looked at Abigail as though seeing her for the first time. When he spoke, it was in a harder tone.:: "Your powers have developed."
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:43:12 GMT -5
"I feel sick," Abigail cried, tears forming. She looked at her hand, where the metal began to cover it, and the shovel continued to slide towards her. "Please, how do I make it stop?" She asked, looking up at him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 1, 2009 13:45:50 GMT -5
"I don't know," ::Pietro said, his tone far colder than it had been moments before. He was going to strangle the shape-shifter when he next saw her.:: "You should ask your mother."
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:49:10 GMT -5
Her Uncle Pietro was scaring her, with his expression and mean tone. Abigail backed away from him, crying in earnest now. Poor Abigail, only fourteen, was too young to know why Pietro was acting this way. She called out with her mind; her Dad would know what was wrong, and how to help her. *Dad!* She cried out, clearly distressed.
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Post by The Man on Apr 1, 2009 13:52:59 GMT -5
::Xavier had been in his office when he heard Abigail's frantic thoughts. He closed his eyes and replied with his telepathy,:: *What is the matter?*
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 1, 2009 13:55:02 GMT -5
*Something's happening to me!* Abigail cried, her distress evident in her mental tone. Uncle Pietro continued to glare at her, and she backed away. The metal of the garden hose still clung to her hand, no matter how hard she tried to pry it off, and the metal in the surrounding area shook like it wished to come to her.
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