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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 14:57:05 GMT -5
The question was rather surreal for Storm, having overseen the funerals for Scott, Jean, and the Professor, before Jean and the Professor came back and Scott was found. As a weather manipulator, Storm had a somewhat different plan for herself. "I'd like the service to take place at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, but my body should be cremated, and distributed at sea." She said the words tonelessly- it was a subject she didn't like to consider but had to.
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Post by Everyone Else on May 4, 2009 14:59:00 GMT -5
::Drake wrote her instructions verbatim; he would contain that in a clause for any of the proceeds to be collected, to make certain her wishes were properly executed. Finished, he read them back to her, to make certain he had heard correctly; in doing so, he ignored the glare from the white-haired man, who had stiffened at the subject.::
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:01:39 GMT -5
As Drake finished, she nodded. "That's correct."
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Post by Everyone Else on May 4, 2009 15:03:53 GMT -5
::Drake set the papers down after the confirmation.:: "I can have these drafted officially by the end of the day, if you will spend the day in the City; or I can call for you to come back later in the week to have it signed. I trust your friend will be one of the witnesses?"
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
She traded a glance with Pietro, but that was why he was here, after all, aside from moral support. "I'd like them signed by the end of the day. And yes, he is."
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Post by Everyone Else on May 4, 2009 15:07:24 GMT -5
::Drake would have his secretary provide the second witness signature, and he would notarize.:: "Very well. If you could both return around 4:30p.m.? I should have the will drafted by then."
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:09:13 GMT -5
"We can." Ororo hated to speak for Pietro, but she wanted this over and done with. She rose to shake Drake's hand. "Thank you."
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Post by Everyone Else on May 4, 2009 15:10:17 GMT -5
"You are welcome," ::Drake said, and stood, offering his hand to her again.:: "I will see you both later today."
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:11:44 GMT -5
She shook his hand lightly but warmly, then turned for the doorway, feeling awkward once again and having to depend on Pietro until she could get in a position to use her cane for support.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 4, 2009 15:17:19 GMT -5
::Exiting the office took as long as it had taken to enter. Pietro remained silent as they reached the Acura, entered, and they were both safely buckled. He accepted his own mortality; he had more difficulty applying that to his loved ones.::
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:18:19 GMT -5
It didn't take a rocket scientist, or any significant amount of time knowing Pietro, to realize when he was bothered by something. "You didn't like doing that." She made it a comment instead of a question.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 4, 2009 15:20:13 GMT -5
::Pietro's hands found the steering wheel, and with a glance in the rear view mirror, and then over his shoulder, he backed out of the parking space.:: "I didn't."
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 15:21:42 GMT -5
She shook her head at him, a little confused. "And yet you never realize how much it bothers everyone else when you tell us you expect death."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on May 4, 2009 15:29:55 GMT -5
"It is not the same," ::Pietro replied, head snapping forward now that he had entered the regular flow of traffic. He considered it different, not only because of his self-image, but because dying in battle differed fundamentally from dying in one's prime from a *disease.* That he could not accept; battle, he considered an inevitability.::
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Post by Storm on May 4, 2009 17:43:07 GMT -5
"Dead is dead, Pietro," she replied quietly.
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