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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 13:24:10 GMT -5
((OOC: This is set after "Three Weeks In."))
::Pietro entered the Hellfire Club in search of a change of pace. He had managed to sleep after his collision on the grounds, but could not stay confined there. He and Wanda had made an agreement; she would stay on guard, and he would use that time he would otherwise sleep to do something relaxing. What it said about him that he chose a tavern, he did not want to consider.
The dressing on his ribs rubbed uncomfortably under his shirt, but he knew they were in the healing process. When the pain eventually subsided, he would be eternally grateful. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a bottle of vodka.::
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 15:42:56 GMT -5
It had been a difficult day; just to end it in a calming way, Morph decided to stop at the Hellfire Club for a quick drink and then do something entertaining for the evening - maybe go to the movies. He had no real friends to share his evening with, and he partially regretted that chances of accidentally running into Brady were relatively low, she would have probably agreed to doing something together.
Stopping by the bar, he ordered something barely alcoholic and took a look around - noticing, to his surprise, the silver-haired man he had met a week ago at a café. That meant the man was, indeed, a mutant.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 15:48:54 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded his thanks at the bartender and took the bottle. Unscrewing the top, he took a long drink and felt it burn his throat. Turning to take in his surroundings, he saw that man from the coffee shop. He inclined his head at him in greeting.::
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 16:34:57 GMT -5
Seeing the man greet him, which probably meant he remembered Morph as well, Morph decided to act friendlier this time - to kind of amend for the first awkward encounter. He walked over to him.
"Sorry about earlier," he said. "I guess I had a tough day; had no patience for the world."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 16:48:17 GMT -5
::Pietro made a hand gesture, as though to say the other man should not worry about it. After all, he had acted because he had no patience to wait for the resulting argument. He set the bottle down.:: "I understand about having little patience."
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 16:56:26 GMT -5
Morph nodded at this reply. Taking a small drink from his glass, he said, "You know, I was wondering when I saw you whether you were a mutant or not. It seems I have the answer now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 16:59:25 GMT -5
::Generally Pietro would tense at such a statement; the comment was a reflection of how he resembled Magneto. But after the injuries and his heart-to-heart with Wanda, he could not muster the tension. He took another gulp of vodka. It had not occurred to him that the other man was a mutant; he did not think of such things outside the mansion. Apparently, he was. His reply was nothing profound, instead an attempt at keeping conversation.:: "As are you."
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 17:02:55 GMT -5
"Yeah," Morph chuckled, leaning a bit against the counter. "Generally that's hard to tell. Not here, though."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 17:11:24 GMT -5
"They need to maintain their atmosphere," ::Pietro said, with another swig of vodka. It could be calming, to be surrounded only by mutants. And the club had treated him well these past months.::
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 17:12:30 GMT -5
"You mean, not to let humans in?" Morph asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 17:16:01 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. As much as he distrusted and disliked the shape-shifter, she played an important role in a valuable lesson. If it was too dangerous to go out to a class filled entirely with pregnant women and expectant fathers, a tavern atmosphere was an impossibility.:: "Here at least, yes."
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 17:20:59 GMT -5
"Here at least?" Morph echoed. "Other places you would rather see restricted?" He thought he met someone with outlook on mutant/human issue similar to his own - remove all humans someplace, a hateful, spiteful race that made a mistake of thinking it was mutants who were the outcasts. It had been his opinion ever since Eva's murder - it had barely changed since. He had not too many reasons to trust mutants, either, but at least they were his kind.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 17:25:45 GMT -5
::One silver eyebrow rose as Pietro absorbed the other man's question. Was he to rise to the bait; did this man have him confused with Magneto or was he simply as misguided as many of the madman's followers? Or was he himself simply still on edge? He could not rule out that possibility, and he set down the vodka bottle.:: "Restricted to humans or restricted to mutants?"
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Post by Morph on Sept 29, 2007 17:31:31 GMT -5
"To humans," Morph said, "like this place."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 29, 2007 22:44:17 GMT -5
"Schools," ::Pietro replied without hesitation. After all, he had attended one, currently worked for that same institution. As he had told Emily, there were times when it was safer for them to associate with one another, so they could grow comfortable with themselves. Only then would the instinct of being left alone take over, and they coud integrate with the rest of society. Or not, if madmen were given their way.::
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