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Post by jacob on Oct 25, 2004 9:46:38 GMT -4
A mutant. That explained the hair. A mutant confident enough to tell others about it. A mutant who could most certainly pull off the job.
''Very well.'' He grabbed his bag (not the most exclusive type of bag or indeed one that would fit the dress he was wearing, but a bag was a bag) and took out a file. ''I don't know if you are familiar with the building I need you to enter. Here is what I know of it.'' He handed it over. In that file was all he could find on the Xavier's Mansion and in particular the underground facilities of it. It wasn't much. It wasn't everything. But this guy was a thief. He could be creative.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 25, 2004 9:50:42 GMT -4
Pietro took the dossier and flipped through it quickly, before looking up. It wouldn't be that hard for him to accomplish.
"You will of course, meet my fee?"
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Post by jacob on Oct 25, 2004 10:00:47 GMT -4
"Of course." The New Son had changed his strategies. No blackmail, no harassment, no 'you do me a favour, I do you a favour'. Just plain payment. It suited Jake just fine.
The glass of water came and Jake sipped it.
He didn't mind this business like approach, but he had to admit he somewhat missed the talkative nature of his previous business associate.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 25, 2004 10:06:41 GMT -4
Pietro relaxed slightly.
"Now that business is out of the way, is there anything else you would like to discuss?" he inquired, smiling slightly.
He could be charming when he wanted to be.
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Post by jacob on Oct 25, 2004 10:16:03 GMT -4
''You're French?'' He asked casually.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 25, 2004 10:19:40 GMT -4
"Unsure, actually," Pietro said, finishing off the last bites of his meal.
"I grew up in eastern Europe, but my original nationality could possibly be French. I was a foundling."
He sipped from his glass of wine slowly.
"Yourself?"
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Post by jacob on Oct 25, 2004 10:25:13 GMT -4
''France, originally, but I left as a child.'' He finished his meal. It went down well. In fact, it went down so well, that he decided to have some more.
''We should ask for the dessert chart.'' He didn't know if his craving for ice-cream was due to his current state, but he really wanted some.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 25, 2004 10:28:51 GMT -4
Pietro's smile grew a little more genuine.
"A splendid idea. May I suggest that anything containing chocolate would be a good choice? I've dined here numerous times before..."
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Post by jacob on Oct 25, 2004 10:35:00 GMT -4
The word 'chocolate' made his mouth water.
''Chocolate would be excellent.'' The tone of his voice made him wonder if he, by accident, had been turned into a pregnant woman. However, the lack of craving for pickles assured him he was not. He was just a woman. ~Just a woman. Right.~
''And the food was great.'' He remarked.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 25, 2004 10:43:06 GMT -4
"I'm glad you enjoyed your meal," Pietro said, raising a hand to brush the annoying wisps of hair out of his face.
Needless to say, a few seconds later, they fell back. He ignored them for the moment.
He made a signal at the waiter, who came back over to their table.
"If we could have the dessert chart, please? And two cups of coffee. I have mine black, and the lady will have hers...?"
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 2:11:00 GMT -4
''Irish.'' Jacob replied dryly, while looking up to the waiter.
This answer caused the 'garçon' to gave him a funny look, which Jake, of course, completely ignored.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 3:53:13 GMT -4
Pietro raised one eyebrow slightly as the waiter left.
"An interesting choice."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 4:58:55 GMT -4
Jake looked at Quicksilver and raised an eyebrow.
''Something wrong?'' He asked, slightly offended. What on earth was wrong with an Irish coffee?
He didn't really feel like Irish coffee at all. He would have asked the man to forget about the coffee bit, but he refrained from doing so. He was trying to be a woman, here, sadly.
And no matter how much he craved for a nice Cohiba, he knew he couldn't. Not now anyway.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 5:23:39 GMT -4
"Nothing."
Pietro picked up his coffee cup as it was set down in front of him and sipped.
"You're an interesting woman. I don't usually see many in your profession."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 5:33:07 GMT -4
''You don't know half of it...'' Jake murmurred as he sipped his coffee. ''So, the silver hair. That's a mutation or a fashion statement?'' He said trying to change the subject. ~Smooth, Jacob, real smooth.~ Sarcasm flooded his thoughts.
((His hair is silver, right?))
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