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Post by arstyn on Oct 27, 2004 23:06:46 GMT -4
It was against his every instinct to be there. Too much light, too much sound, to many people in an uncontrolled situation...the very thought of it made him cringe. 'Go to the Mall', they said. 'Get some new clothes', they said, 'So that you won't be traipsing around the place in the same stuff day after day'. They said. He yanked his hood up farther over his green features, and scowled. What was wrong with his clothes? Couldn't heorder something off of the internet like a sane person? Had anyone back at the lair ever heard of catalouges...?! Apparantly not.
In his angered rush, he managed to bump in to someone, his hood falling partially down his face- he recovered it within moments- but one look seemed to be enough.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 7:14:22 GMT -4
Quicksilver turned around to snarl at the person who had bumped into him, loathing every instant he was spending in this consumption obsessed shrine to the almighty American dollar that was the average shopping mall. Frowned slightly as he took in the man's greenish skin and oddly coloured eyes. An obvious mutant. Out in public.
"You might want to keep yourself covered up a little better," he admonished the other man in a quiet, angry tone.
"Mutants are particularily liked around here, and you can't pass for static as well as I can."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 16:57:38 GMT -4
Gold eyes glinted dangerously from underneath a dark hood. "Thanks for the tip." he snarled. "I'll be sure to keep it in mind." He was more than miffed about a complete stranger going on about how he should protect himself against the throng of humans now in swirling about him. "And in the mean time, why dont'cha watch where you're going?" the hooded man then turned around, his lips pulling themselves in to a charachteristic sneer.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 18:39:36 GMT -4
Quicksilver frowned slightly. To the people who knew him even slightly, this would be a sign to start grovelling.
"Fine. Get killed by a mob. It's another way to cleanse the genepool."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 20:14:22 GMT -4
Toad froze, and then slowly turned on his heel. He looked at his 'advisor' for the first time, and recognition slid over his features.
"Oh...I know you." he said, nodding, his teeth now showing in a smile.
((OOC: I know I could probably look on the char. bio list, but I am much too lazy- are you playing the original Quicksilver or Evo?))
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 20:19:05 GMT -4
((More Comic!Pietro, but I haven't met Magneto yet and I think Wanda's dead))
"Oh, do you?" Pietro said coolly.
"And that would make you one of a not very select group."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 20:29:06 GMT -4
((OOC: ahh, thank'ee's, makes my part a bunch easier.))
Mortimer raised his eyebrows slightly under the confines of his hood.
"You're that Biz-Quick guy, aren't you? The guy that Erik's always 'yap yap yapping' about? The fright wig kind of gave you away, mate." he said, fighting the urge to laugh. However, his smile left him as Quicksilver adopted a look of slight confusion.
((ooc: wait, you don't know who Mags IS, or ya just haven't MET him?))
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 20:31:24 GMT -4
((Don't know who he is, haven't met him.))
Pietro's eyebrows rose until they nearly disappeared into his hairline. This...odious little man was making comments about his *hair*? He quelled the urge to flay the idiot alive; he did need to use the mall on occasion.
"I think you may be mistaken. I certainly *hope* you are mistaken."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 20:42:14 GMT -4
"No...I'm pretty sure it's you." he said, still unfazed by the other man's slowly showing anger. Toad was used to goading Sabretooth, a mutant twice, thrice his size perhaps, and walking away unscathed. However, it was beginning to look like Quicksilver had a higher IQ then a chipanzee- which was more that Sabe could answer to. "The bad 'Flash' rip-off?" he said. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you 'round Mag's place more often." he said, now curious. "Y'names Pietro, right?"
((I'm doing a more movie-ish version of Toad, if you couldn't tell by the montage of pictures...hehehehe...))
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 20:53:45 GMT -4
Pietro tapped his fingers quickly against the side of his thigh, almost incredulous grey eyes fixed on the man in front of him. Behind the amazed shock that someone dared speak to him this way, rage was beginning to build.
"I work for *myself*," Pietro hissed.
"If your employer wishes to hire my services as a thief, may I suggest he use a less vile messenger next time?"
A bad 'Flash' ripoff? What is he going on about?
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 21:00:00 GMT -4
"Oh, ouch, mate. That got me right here." he patted his chest mockingly. "I'm not here to hire you or noffin', Quickie. You're telling me you don't know your dear 'ol dad?"
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 21:02:45 GMT -4
Pietro froze for a moment, then started to walk away.
"I don't have time for jokes. My father is dead. Just like the rest of my family."
He debated using his speed to make a quicker getaway, but there were too many people here who had seen his face. They could tell SHIELD. Which would mean complete disruption of his life here. Not that he couldn't escape, but he wouldn't be able to continue living in New York.
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 21:11:06 GMT -4
"Really now?" he called after him, now more concerned. "I got some folks back at the house that'd beg to differ." he said. "Why dont'cha come and see 'em?" he then scowled for a moment. "Or are you one of those guys who has their undies in a knot going around declaring'I have no father, he has dishonered me' type people? Because that is complete utter..." he was cut off by an angry glare from the other man.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 28, 2004 21:16:25 GMT -4
Pietro whirled, movements fast and jerky as he lost control of his grip on his powers in his anger. There was a blurred edge to his movement, hinting at the terrible speeds kept tightly under collar and leash.
"You obviously know less then nothing about me, so may I suggest you shut your mouth before I do it for you?"
He was causing a scene. He hated scenes. Anything that made him stand out was dangerous. People remembered things like this. He couldn't afford to be remembered.
"I think you may have me confused with someone else. Good*bye*."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 21:21:36 GMT -4
The man shrugged non-chalantly, although he was already in a subtle defence position.
"If you're name ain't Pietro Maximoff, you might be right." he said, keeping his voice low and calm. They were starting to attract onlookers. "That is your name...? Mine's Mort."
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