|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 22:15:46 GMT -5
::Pietro knew the Village well, as that was where the bars had been that the first students had frequented those years ago. He nodded a single time and drove out of the garage.:: "I will get us there."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 5, 2009 22:25:38 GMT -5
She smiled softly. "Thank you."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 22:27:58 GMT -5
"You're welcome," ::Pietro replied, as he drove them off the grounds and onto the street. It would be a long drive down to the City, but they would make it.::
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 5, 2009 22:49:19 GMT -5
Typhoid settled down for a long car ride, hoping tonight would be relatively uneventful for them, aside from a good meal and conversation. They both had too much to deal with, and she was still handling her own measure of guilt over what happened during St. Patrick's Day. Nevermind that she hadn't discussed it with the Professor, even after everything that happened, but the guilt made it difficult to operate in normal life. She shook her head, pulling her thoughts out of the black hole they threatened to go into. "Has Wanda been gone?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 5, 2009 22:55:24 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced in the rearview mirror, before changing lanes to give them a slight speed advantage; he did so detest traffic. To her question, he replied,:: "Not gone. Busy."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2009 21:25:28 GMT -5
"What with?" She felt a little badly that she knew so much about what Pietro did and so little of his sister. Ever since Philadelphia she'd had the feeling Wanda was somewhat jealous of their relationship, and it both bothered her and didn't make her want to get in Wanda's way.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2009 21:31:55 GMT -5
::Although not a talkative individual, Pietro broke that characteristic where his sister was concerned. In response to the question, his expression shifted several times, between the suspicion which came from not having properly met her employer, to his concern about audience exposure, to his happiness for her, and the channeled accomplishment he knew she felt.:: "She has a job, as a stage magician's assistant. They practice often."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2009 21:49:02 GMT -5
Ty smiled a little. "That fits her." It did, considering her powers, but also her looks and tendency to catch attention.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2009 21:53:20 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly in agreement. Not only did it fit with her powers and her desire to be an actress, but it made her happy; that was what mattered.:: "When she wants an audience, I will take you to a show."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2009 22:31:56 GMT -5
Ty nodded, one corner of her mouth raised in half a smile. "Magicians always seem a little underdone when I watch people at home lift things with their minds."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2009 22:35:21 GMT -5
::That was true, just as Pietro assumed Wanda would not be utilized to her potential. However...:: "She might want the support."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2009 22:46:18 GMT -5
"I know." Ty was quiet for a little while. "Sometimes I'm not sure she wants me around."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2009 22:56:06 GMT -5
::As Pietro had not been aware of a disconnect that Rossignol had felt those months ago, this, too, was news to him. Yes, in the beginning when Rossignol had been used as a weapon, Wanda had been worried. But that had been two years ago.:: "She doesn't wish that."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 12, 2009 21:22:16 GMT -5
"It seemed like, in Philly..." She shook her head a little, trailing off.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 13, 2009 20:07:00 GMT -5
::Pietro quickly shook his head to refute whatever impression she might have gained from Philadelphia.:: "She was depressed for herself and worried for you and me."
|
|
