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Post by arstyn on Oct 27, 2004 23:22:50 GMT -4
((OOC: If...um, I'm not allowed to post here, please feel free to delete. Please don't smite me...I don't like being smited. Smited....is that a word?))
Mortimer was not a happy camper. It was raining, it was cold, and he was about to re-face Magneto after 'playing dead' for a few months after the Liberty Island Incident. The fact was, he couldn't make it by himself. He was too much of an obvious mutant to survive on the outside world...so...there he was, back at Erik's doorstep. He almost felt relief on coming back, but mind the 'almost'. He didn't know what Erik's reaction would be to seeing a seemingly dead Toad show up at his doorstep, and he daren't believe that it would be good.
That seemed to be a rule of the thumb of becoming a member of the Acolytes- expect the worst, and once you've done that, expect worse than that.
Well, it was only getting colder and wetter on the doorstep, and he imagined he looked rather stupid with his finger poised above the doorbell, so hoped for the best, and pushed.
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 6:50:44 GMT -4
"{Who's out in this kind of weather?! You'd think people have the sense to stay out of the rain!}" Wanda muttered to herself in Romany as she rushed to answer the door.
She had been training, and so was dressed in sweatpants and a tank-top with her hair haphazardly bundled up at the back of her head.
She reached the door and peeked through the window to see who it was. Honestly, if that cat had learned how to push the doorbell-
But all she saw was the dark outline of a man, and the top of his head. He was drenched. Wanda felt pity stir in her heart, so she unlocked the door and opened it for him. "May I help you?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice.
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 16:50:49 GMT -4
He looked cautiously at the opening door, and looked at the person in front of him with astonishment. He had been expecting some sort of trap-door/spinning vortex/electric eels pool type greeting. He looked at his green palm to make sure he had the right address, and once again, looked at the woman in front of him. "I'm...er...looking for Erik Lensherr." he muttered.
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 18:29:43 GMT -4
Wanda stared in shock for a moment before realizing that she might insult him by gawking. But it was hard not to notice his green, warty skin. This man was obviously a mutant.
When he inquired about Erik Lehnsherr, it took Wanda a moment to realize he was talking about Magneto. She only really knew him by his alias, it seemed, and only heard his real name once or twice in passing.
She didn't know where Magneto was at the moment, whether he was at the base or not. "I am not sure that he is in at the time." she said appologetically. Her pity for him only grew as the rain fell in the background, and he stood on their front step drenched. Wanda wasn't sure if it was safe to let him in or not. Well, he didn't seem like a threat, and it wasn't like her to be heartless and leave a man out in the rain. She stepped away from the door and held it open. "I am sure, perhaps he will appear some time. Please come in. This is not the weather to be outside."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 20:19:47 GMT -4
Mortimer, once again, was shocked. He was not used to hospitality, in any kind, shape or form. Being invited inside Magneto's lair and not being reduced to a smouldering heap was concidered a miracle enough- but this woman inviting him in? This didn't seem like the Magneto he remembered. He subconciously flicked his hood farther over his green complextion, and stuffed his hands inside the front pocket of his sweat-shirt. He nodded curtly, and entered, making sure to wipe off the accumulated mud off his boots before entering. He didn't want to jinx this...
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 21:10:23 GMT -4
Wanda was relieved that he came in. Nobody should be left out alone on a night like this. "What is your name?" she asked. "And why is it you have come this night?"
She noticed he was bundled in his soaking wet hoodie, like he was trying to hide. She decided not to call him on it, since he was probably uncomfortable enough.
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 21:16:33 GMT -4
He paused for a moment. "Mort." he said. "M'names Mort Toynbee. I'm here to join up with Erik again. " he laughed bitterly. "I suppose you could stay I was on an extended vacation." He looked at the floor. For a moment. "When did'ya say Magneto'd be back?"
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 21:38:20 GMT -4
Wanda smiled. "So you used to work for him. It is good meeting you, M-Mort." the name was awkward a difficult for her. "I myself am new to this." she mentally slapped herself. "Forgive me. I have forgotten. My name is Wanda Maximoff."
She shook her head when he asked for Magneto's whereabouts. "I am afraid I do not know. You would like something to drink while we wait? He will not be long, I think he will be glad to have another agent."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 21:43:30 GMT -4
He smiled again, this time more of his charchtaristic smirk. "Nah, it's wet enough out there. I could use something to eat, if you have it," he said, his hands cautiously leaving their safe-haven in the front pocket of his sweatshirt.
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 21:58:22 GMT -4
"Of course." Wanda gave him a little smile as she lead Mort to the kitchen. While she walked, she glanced at his hands in curiosity. She wondered what he was. His mutation was obviously more extreme than hers, to the point where it altered his pysicality.
She looked away quickly, worried that he was going to get angry with her for staring. She bit her thumbnail out of a nervous habit. "I can offer you instant pasta, for something fast and warm. I'm afraid my skills as a cook are lacking." she admitted, hoping to lighten the awkwardness she was feeling about having this man follow her through the base.
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Post by arstyn on Oct 28, 2004 22:03:05 GMT -4
The man shrugged. "Best I could ever do was cereal, and that was on a good day. Anything easy will be fine." he said. He was pleased to see that the kitchen was not a replica of their last on the island lair- metal...metal...and more bloody metal. It made him feel as though he was on the starship Enterprise with all the shiney surfaces and 'whooshing' doors. This place was more homey. He quite liked it. He started searching the cabinets for a bowl as Wanda went about making the pasta.
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Post by amieva on Oct 28, 2004 22:19:24 GMT -4
Wanda made sure to boil enough water for the pasta, and a cup of tea for herself. She glanced over her shoulder at Mort, who was rummaging through the cabinets for a dish. She noted the wet shirt, and thought that he must have been feeling rather uncomfortable.
"You want I should find dry clothes for you?"
Suddenly the kettle began to scream at her, signalling the water was boiled. She lifted the kettle and poured the water into the soup-pot for the noodles. She tilted her head back, expecting steam to hit her full in the face, but no such thing happened. The water was ice-cold. Wanda glowered, knowing this had been the result of her abilities. "{Just my luck...}" she grumbled to herself, and turned the burner on.
"It will take longer to cook than expected."
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Post by arstyn on Oct 29, 2004 8:27:45 GMT -4
"Some dry clothes would be nice." he said, seeing that the bowls were in the top-most cupboard. Toad, not being the tallest of people, scowled for a moment. He then grinned- a green tongue flicked out of his mouth and retrieved a stack of several bowls.
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Post by amieva on Oct 29, 2004 17:01:26 GMT -4
Wanda's back was turned as Mort devised a way of retrieving a bowl for himself.
"I will find you some clothes," she said, turning down the heat on the stove, so the water wouldn't boil over while she was away.
She was just going to the laundry room to find some extra clothes. She wouldn't be gone long.
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Post by arstyn on Oct 29, 2004 17:05:42 GMT -4
Mortimer had never been one to like chairs. Straight-backed annoying little wastes of wood- that's what they were. So he decided on sitting atop the refrigerator.
Much more comfortable.
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