A Date to See Within

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro's fingers curled around hers, feeling the warmth of her body through the contact. His eyes rested on the outline of the Manhattan skyline, speaking softly.:: "I built this building."

[Typhoid]

"When?" she said, just as softly, curious now.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro thought of the current date, then calculated backward to when it had been. The building was quite new.:: "Four months ago."

[Typhoid]

Ty hadn't realized it had been while she'd known him, even. "Why build something like this?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::That question was simple for Pietro to answer. He had done it so he could purchase Wanda's birthday presents.:: "Money."

[Typhoid]

Ty considered that, then nodded. If he needed money, and had enough to build, he could sell it and make a profit, especially when building space was precious. "I didn't know you did such projects."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Construction came naturally to Pietro. He enjoyed working with his hands, and speed, strength, and endurance were assets to the field.:: "It is easy work."

[Typhoid]

"And something to fall back on," she pointed out, walking on the ledge away from him a little, balancing herself by holding her arms out, as young children do sometimes.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::She was correct. Most manual labor was a marketable skill, despite all other internal conflicts Pietro suffered from rumination on the topic. He did not follow her onto the ledge, although he poised himself, prepared to catch her should she slip.:: "True."

[Typhoid]

Ty walked one foot in front of the other, away from him and then back, not losing her balance. It magnified the feeling of freedom the city view gave her. She took his hand once again, then turned to focus once more on the cityscape. Before long, the edges of the building began to give off a soft green glow that steadly grew brighter and brighter, traveling down off the building and on to the one next to it, and on wards, until eventually she had enveloped most of the buildings around them with a Christmaslight-like green glow. That glow had spread to her as well, but it was something she was used to. Concentrating a little, it continued to spread outward, until all the buildings within their sight glowed, several city blocks worth. A few exclamations of surprise echoed up from the street below. "...another one for Ripley's Believe It or Not," Ty said, chuckling, referring to a semi-popular wierd news show.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro found the sight of the blocks, covered in the green light he identified as Rossignol's...tracks awe-inspiring. As he found her, and all mutants who had such powers that manifested beyond the purely physical. Such ability, as Wanda had, as Rossignol had, was unfathomable to him, literally worthy of awe. The reference she made was lost upon him, and brought his attention back from musings of "what if?":: "Who is Ripley?"

[Typhoid]

Ty chuckled. "Ripley's Believe It or Not. It's a show, about the stranger things that have occurred over time, two-headed children and other things like that," she replied. "Ripley was apparently a person who gathered records of such oddities, once upon a time."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro could not see the need for such endeavors, considering the world they inhabited. But he had never been one for such foolishness.:: "They will claim aliens or mutants."

[Typhoid]

"Probably. Mutants, more likely," she replied, letting the light show die down. The longer she used it, the more likely it became that it would turn lethal- she balanced on a razors edge every time she used her abilities in such a way. She chuckled. "We'll end up in the news again. Whatever shall we do?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro did not mind the news for such reasons; it was displaying the misery of others that disgusted him. He stepped closer to the edge.:: "This is a better reason for the news."