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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 5:40:49 GMT -4
"Mutation," Pietro murmured.
"I've been told that it makes me look distinguished. Amazingly, it gives me this image that makes people want to trust me. Can you imagine?"
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 6:07:37 GMT -4
''Not really.'' He thought about it for a moment. ''...Perhaps people who aren't used to dealing with mutants...'' ~Certainly not people who have worked with demon eyed bastards.~
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 6:13:23 GMT -4
"Most people don't realise I am what I am. I'm good at blending in. One of a thief's premier skills," Pietro said.
"After all...there are mutants out there who stand out far more. But I'm waiting for the day his shades fall off in public."
He sipped from his coffee, eyes hard as steel.
"I may help them."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 6:21:02 GMT -4
''His shades? Who's?'' This is the point where Jake got a bit more interested. He had mentioned Gambit before, as a mere...business competitor. Could there be more to it?
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 6:27:00 GMT -4
Pietro made a tsk sound with his tongue. People were so *slow* sometimes.
"Gambit."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 6:34:15 GMT -4
He dismissed the 'tsk' sound that Quicksilver made as something arogant bastards would do. ''Mere profesional rivalary? Or something more?''
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 6:42:35 GMT -4
"Mostly just professional rivalry," Pietro admitted.
"A few incidents in the past. The man just manages to irritate me, and I haven't even met him in person."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 6:55:36 GMT -4
In respons to Quicksilver's reply, Jacob managed to make a very unlady-like 'pft' sound. ''Consider yourself a lucky man.''
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 7:04:00 GMT -4
"Why, what did he do to *you*?" Pietro inquired as the dessert charts finally arrived.
He gave the waiter a long stare, and the man scurried away.
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 7:33:50 GMT -4
''Let's just say I would have been much better off if I had never met him. Sadly, that wasn't an option.'' He looked though the chart. ~Dame Blanche...nice, but I refuse...Banana split...oh~ His eyes lit up.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 7:42:12 GMT -4
"Ah, one of those types of people," Pietro said, dipping his chin slightly in an understanding nod.
"He seems to be the type."
He looked up at the waiter, having scanned the menu several times and run over his debate on what to have. Seemingly only taking a few moments to do so.
"I will have the Mississipi mudcake, with icecream on the side. Please."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 7:56:20 GMT -4
''Banana split for me, please.'' He said to the waiter and he gave back the chart.
''A true bastard. First he drags me around the world getting me into trouble I never asked for. I'm a courier, you know. I deliver messages and goods. I don't go around the world pretending to be Leonardo DiCaprio.'' He stopped talking and rested his back on the chair when he realised he was probably telling this man things he didn't need nor want to know.
''And I haven't even mentioned the repulsive flirty grin of his...'' he mumbled.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 8:04:03 GMT -4
"You could always hire me personally, to dispose of him," Pietro suggested.
"I'm much more likely to get around to it rather then ignore him if I'm being recompensed for my time."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 8:13:51 GMT -4
Jake's first reaction was a very clear and immidate 'yes'. The idea of a dead Cajun seemed nice. But his consciene began to nibble at his brain, making sure his second reaction was a 'no'. He didn't do killing people. He just delivered.
~Yes. I just deliver. To the New Son. The New Son, who is intent on disposing of all Gambit's in all realities.~ A little light began to shine in his eyes.
This would be perfect. A dead Cajun in this reality was a perfect solution. He would do the New Son a favour, which was always good, he would get his revenge, his peace of mind even if just for a short while and he wouldn't feel too bad about killing, because this wasn't his own reality and he wouldn't be here very lond and didn't even know this one. It was a win, win, win situation.
''What would the extra cost be?'' He settled on saying eventually.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 8:15:40 GMT -4
"A bit more costly then the job you originally came to see me about, but since I was planning on doing it myself sooner or later..."
Pietro shrugged slightly, and named a more then reasonable price.
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