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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 21:28:41 GMT -5
"And he's turned foolish!" She exclaimed, clenching her uninjured fist. "He's letting her run amuck and do as she pleases...if Magneto returns, she could very well slit our throats and run off with all of Uncle's assets." That thought angered her beyond anything. Her face flushed, and a barstool next to her quivered.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 4, 2007 17:32:29 GMT -5
Briefly Gambit wondered why Wanda was referring to Xavier as 'Uncle', but hid that thought in the back of his mind for now. "Dere's only so much deception one can do to a telepath," he mused aloud.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
Her buzzed mind would not see to his reasoning; instead, she continued on her drunken rant. "He doesn't know what's what anymore, I have half a mind to put him through a competency test."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 5, 2007 16:28:13 GMT -5
"Using your points of view as points of reference?" Gambit asked.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 16:30:51 GMT -5
She eyed him warily. "Are you siding with her?" The barstool closest to him had begun to shake in her anger, as her uninjured hand clenched tighter.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 5, 2007 16:34:07 GMT -5
"Gambit's a bartender," Gambit smirked, "an' as such, got no sides. I jus' like to choose more objective responses to what I hear from people here; it helps 'em to talk an' sort t'ings out. But if ya need support to your cause right now, I can do it as well, no problem."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Aug 5, 2007 16:54:32 GMT -5
She slowly absorbed the information, and even then, it was still hazy and hard to understand exactly what he meant. Was he playing with her? "It matters none," she concluded. The barstool that had been shaking fell over, but not with much force behind it.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 9, 2007 5:10:40 GMT -5
"It's up to you," Gambit shrugged with a smile, ignoring the falling stool - there were more important matters to pay attention to at the moment. "How's your hand now, chere?" he asked. "I got some band-aid, if ya want."
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