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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 21:44:09 GMT -5
She took his arm with her free hand, letting him escort her out the door.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 21:46:18 GMT -5
::Pietro walked beside her down the corridor towards the stairs. Because of the time of day and the time of year, the corridor was relatively empty.:: "Are you mostly healed?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 21:50:41 GMT -5
"The Doctor helped with most of it," she replied, stopping for a second when they came to the stairs and using the railing instead of his arm. "I have some small scarring on my stomach. It's nothing that hurts."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 21:52:07 GMT -5
::Pietro remained in step with her as they descended the stairs. He liked the Doctor and was gladdened that he had helped to heal her. The scarring...he could relate to that.:: "Did it dull the nerves?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 21:53:44 GMT -5
"Only on right on the scars," she said, reaching the landing. "The rest is fine. So is my hand."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 21:56:41 GMT -5
::Pietro stepped behind her, relieved to hear about the latter. He knew she had been concerned that her fingers might suffer permanent damage.:: "Good."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 22:09:22 GMT -5
"In a way I wish I hadn't waited so long for the Doctor to help, but the Professor said he thought I'd be all right by letting him heal me." She paused, then flushed a little. "After I was done chewing him out."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 22:11:00 GMT -5
"Good," ::Pietro repeated, not asking the reason she had done so. He had taken her to Uncle's office to talk about Mary and he assumed it was related. If it was not, it still might have shocked the man out of his naive rose-colored bubble.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 22:23:35 GMT -5
"Good that I chewed him out?" Her eyebrow rose. They had reached the front door, and she moved to open it. "I can't say yelling at the resident Class Five telepath was the brightest thing to do. Even if I was pissed."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 22:25:22 GMT -5
::Pietro stepped behind her, taking the door from her so she did not need to hold it.:: "Did he strike you? Did he raise his voice?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 22:44:53 GMT -5
"Does he ever?" Ty asked ironically, then answered the question as she exited. "No. He tried to give me a philosophy lecture."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 22:49:35 GMT -5
::If Pietro had any sense of humor remaining within him, he would have laughed. It was simply...precisely what he had expected to happen.:: "I told you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 22:54:07 GMT -5
"Yes, you did." Ty's smile was wry. She walked down the path away from the front door, heading towards the garage. "Though it wasn't about what you said it'd be." Her voice lost it's stridency, grew a little quiet. "It was about who I am. Whether I'm Mary or not, or if she's a part of me. It was...strange."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 30, 2007 23:00:14 GMT -5
"She isn't you," ::Pietro said decisively. He knew that this troubled her, but he wanted her to know that. It distressed him to see her so unsure of herself.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2007 23:04:34 GMT -5
"I told him you said that," she replied, flashing a smile in thanks. "But...he told me to be what I always have been, or something like that. It was less then inspiring, considering what I have been was a killer and mentally ill." Her tone wasn't sad, just matter of fact, a little wry.
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