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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 21:58:14 GMT -5
::Pietro had finished his security sweep and then went to the garage to bring the Acura around. Driving down the path, he had seen Rossignol walking and pulled over to pick her up. The drive to the scrapyard was relatively easy, due to the lack of traffic at the time of day, and when they crossed the bridge, the most difficult part of the journey was over. Eventually, they pulled into the scrapyard where Gambit had taken him once, and he parked the car in the lot across the way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:01:37 GMT -5
Ty's brow furrowed as she opened the door. "Where are we going?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:02:25 GMT -5
::Pietro opened his own door and stood beside the Acura.:: "To the scrapyard."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:05:04 GMT -5
That wasn't an idea she'd ever had before. Seeming to bury herself in her coat after she shut the door, she nodded, coming around to his side of the car. "Lead the way."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:06:42 GMT -5
::Pietro shut and locked his door, and then slid the keys into his pocket. He walked with her towards the scrapyard, slipping in the way Gambit had shown him the last time he had been here, many months prior.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:11:08 GMT -5
"I take it this is where all the explosives went to," she said, noting not a few craters in the distance.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:12:56 GMT -5
"Not all of them," ::Pietro replied, as they stepped into the scrapyard. Piles upon piles of scrap metal littered the fenced in area. He had used some of the explosives here, and most of the others at the Wideawake battle. A few remained, should he have need of them.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:14:27 GMT -5
"I'm not sure I want to know where they are," she said, a little wryly, emotion creeping into the flatness of her voice.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:16:40 GMT -5
"Then don't ask," ::Pietro said. They stepped into a large clearing, where half-rusted cars lay upside down, awaiting their final resting place.:: "Here is your playground."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:27:10 GMT -5
She stopped, surveying the area, then took a few cautious steps forward, moving in front of Pietro. The temptation just to let go, to not think and simply to USE the power she had was a strong pull, but not as strong as the desire to do this correctly, to allow herself the freedom she wanted without any fears holding her back. She removed her gloves, putting them in her coat pockets, and then the coat was removed as well, and she set it aside on a relatively clean piece of metal near her. The cold bit the now exposed skin of her arms and neck, but that wouldn't last long. She turned to look at Pietro, and a glittering barrier of energy put itself between them, projected with ease. A shield, to keep her power from harming him. "I don't want to hurt you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:31:48 GMT -5
::Pietro did not move when the barrier was erected. She would do what she needed to right herself, and he would not impede her.:: "I don't fear you hurting me."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 7, 2008 22:46:02 GMT -5
She nodded, accepting it, but the barrier remained in place. His fear wasn't the point; she didn't want him hurt by accident.
She turned back around, energy flaring out around her body, over her skin, crawling over the ground. A few of the cars lifted themselves into the air momentarily before smashing together in an explosion of ashed metal. She shut her eyes and smiled briefly, for what felt like the first time in days. It had been too long.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 7, 2008 22:51:46 GMT -5
::Pietro saw the smile touch her lips, which is what he cared about. He did not speak, allowing her to get it out of her system without interruption.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 17:22:31 GMT -5
Typhoid barely moved at first, not even raising her hands to direct the power she used- it was an unnecessary gesture, done usually to provide others with some sort of cue that she was going to use her abilities. There was no one else here, besides Pietro, and he was well aware of what she was doing, held safely behind a shield of her own making.
After having to hold her power in check for so long, bottle up the emotions that triggered it, even now when she was safe to use it, it was hard to let go, to give in to the desire to cause so much destruction. Her eyes slid closed, taking deep breaths, trying to let go of the worry that she’d cause someone pain, kill someone…
Her eyes came open, and this time they burned entirely with green fire-her own power, her own abilities, untainted by anything related to Mary. For years she’d been held captive by a being she didn’t understand, someone with the power to make her do things she didn’t want, to kill and maim and to do so without compunction, even with glee. Most of her wanted to blame Mary for the deaths caused at her hands, but she couldn’t, not entirely. She’d deadened her own emotions regarding death, long before Gambit came to the Morlock tunnels, long before Mary had jumped from Gambit to her and everything else had started. Callisto and the others had had plans for her, when they met her- they’d trained her, taught her to fight, to use her powers to her own advantage and not care whether or not someone died in the process. And then they’d taught her that killing was necessary, was what she was good at, what she was meant for.
It was wrong, and she’d known it. She’d seen how wrong it was to kill when her powers manifested and her best friend was the first to die at her hands, accidental or not. It was obvious in the horrified looks she and her sister had gotten from the other children, from the adults. Murder was wrong. She knew better then to kill. But with Callisto and the others, she hadn’t cared if it was or not. It was just a job. It gave her the power release she required. She hadn’t looked beyond that. And now to her, that was absolutely unforgivable. How Pietro could even try to love someone who’d done what she had was beyond her. And now he was forced to be with someone he couldn’t touch, because her karma was coming back to pay what was due, punish her for what she’d done, and he was too loyal to simply give up on her. Xavier had given her a short reprieve, she knew, by taking care of Mary, but the balance had been found again, through a simple holding of hands, a touch she should never have been allowed to have, but wanted so badly it hurt to think about it.
She lashed out with her abilities, her entire body flaming green, her anger at herself directed towards the useless junk around her. Scraps of metal near her lifted themselves from the ground, some turning to ash almost instantly, others thrown a distance before dissolving or hitting the shielding that surrounded Pietro. Scrapped cars skidded across the ground of their own accord, the metal twisting and then dissolving, moving other twisted hunks of scrap out of their way by force. Her body felt cool, but she knew if someone was near her she’d be burning to them, not with literal flame, but with the energy she was wielding.
She stepped farther into the yard, farther away from Pietro, the pitiful grass that still managed to grow in the dirt turning to ash with her footsteps. This was what she was good at, the part of her power that didn’t drain her, but instead seemed to feed off her anger and hurt. She concentrated on the things all around her, living and non-living, up to the perimeter of the scrap yard. Every blade of grass, every piece of metal, every small rodent that inhabited it, and poured power into it, not allowing it to turn to ash, not just yet, not until she’d drained every last fragment of anger and hurt from inside herself into whatever she could touch with her mind.
She felt Pietro’s heart beat, felt how fast it was, registered him as a form of life, but she didn’t allow her power to spread to him, though it glittered along the shielding she’d established, testing the limits of it without threatening him. She couldn’t be angry with him, would never be, not for her loss of touch and not for being who he was.
The limits of her ability to keep the things around her from turning to ash were being reached; the whole scrap yard around them glowed brightly, flickering with green flames. Her eyes had slid closed, and she opened them and turned to look at Pietro for a moment, smiling peacefully very briefly before she let go.
The yard exploded, the energy she’d used arching both upwards and outwards in an explosion intense enough to suck the sound out from around them, leaving her momentarily deaf. It spread even over her, and when it was over, she was left on her knees at the edge of an ashy crater where most of the scrap yard used to be, breathing heavily, shaking, but inwardly calm. The shielding around Pietro had disappeared- it wasn’t needed, and for the moment she could not concentrate enough to hold it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 20:58:36 GMT -5
::Pietro watched the power display in slow motion; he knew that if he wished to, he could go out there and speed around before anything would happen. However, he had no desire to do so, nor to put her through the stress which would follow the realization that he had done so. Rossignol needed this to alleviate her pain and return to herself; he would remain here, watching, for as long as she needed. The cars around them disintegrated, turning into the very ash that she commanded. Finally, the shield around him dissolved, and the power display ended. More importantly, she smiled, and he returned it, although it was out of place on his features.:: "Do you feel better?"
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