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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2009 22:10:51 GMT -5
::This was problematic; Ororo had tremendous power, but had excellent control. Without it...quite problematic, and Pietro understood her concern. Sedatives were beyond his expertise.:: "Hank and Uncle will be able to help with that."
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Post by Storm on Oct 4, 2009 22:18:04 GMT -5
"I know," she said as she entered the open elevator door. "But I'm not fast enough to get to them when it gets worse." Her voice betrayed frustrated exhaustion with asking others for help.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2009 22:21:04 GMT -5
::Pietro entered the elevator after her, and pressed the button for the third floor. The doors closed, and he set her bags sans the briefcase down for the moment.:: "I can bring them for you."
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Post by Storm on Oct 4, 2009 22:42:43 GMT -5
She nodded. "It's been a long time," she said, changing the subject. "What's changed?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 4, 2009 22:45:17 GMT -5
"New people," ::Pietro replied simply, as that was always the case.:: "Rumors about bigots across the country. Magneto is MIA."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 20:10:40 GMT -5
"There's a surprise," Ororo remarked. Her eyes were filmed over, a vague indication of her power at work. "More rumors then usual?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 20:12:27 GMT -5
::Pietro watched her, concerned although he did not say as much. She already knew,:: "The rumors seem...firmer."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 20:21:26 GMT -5
"New group to handle?" She remembered how New Humanity had loomed as a threat before the laws had turned for the worse and they'd turned tail.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 20:28:10 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head; this was not what he had meant to convey.:: "Legal threats."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 20:31:47 GMT -5
"The Registration Act?" They'd reached the floor where her rooms were, and she stepped forward, moving awkwardly, out of the elevator.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 20:32:43 GMT -5
"Murmurs," ::Pietro told her. He took her bags back in his hands, and waited for her to exit first.:: "Referendum in states and cities, not nationwide."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 20:42:44 GMT -5
She moved so that he could get out, the joints in the exoskeleton whirring as they moved her around. "I'll worry when it does go nationwide. And it will."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 20:47:37 GMT -5
"I know," ::Pietro had no illusions otherwise, and he was not Uncle, would not say "first matters first" or mince words about hope.:: "Until then, we dig in our heels."
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Post by Storm on Oct 5, 2009 20:52:20 GMT -5
"On the local level, I doubt we're going to have enough political strength to dig in our heels," she said, setting off towards her room at a pace that would be considered a crawl for both of them. Outside, rain lashed the windows.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 5, 2009 20:53:37 GMT -5
::Pietro had enough discipline not to turn his head though he heard the rain beat against the windows. Yes, this would be Uncle or Hank's domain.:: "At our local level, we don't have those referendums."
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