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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 8:17:28 GMT -4
''Sounds fair. You know where to find him?''
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 8:33:02 GMT -4
"I will," Pietro said with calm confidence.
"What proof would you like? Physical? Photograph?"
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 10:08:18 GMT -4
This guy was really used to this kind of nasty business. He thought the options over while playing with a lock of hair. A photograph... What would he do with that? Keep it in his wallet? As a memory of what could have been?
Physical proof...That would probably involve carrying a dead body (or parts of it) around and then showing it to him. Didn't seem like a very good option either.
''His bo staff.'' He said, slightly satisfied. It was a unique object and the Cajun would never allow anyone to steal it. Not unless it was over his dead body.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 10:13:28 GMT -4
Pietro nodded slightly at the waiter as their desserts arrived, picking up his fork. For a moment, his hand blurred as he forgot to slow his movements to a human level.
"Easy enough to take it off him when he can't protest any longer."
He smiled cruelly, before lifting a forkful of the cake to his mouth.
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 10:19:59 GMT -4
''Right.''
Jake picked up the spoon and filled it with banana and icecream. He lifted it to his mouth and there it stayed for a second or two as his eyesight caught something odd.
The man's hand seemed to...dissapear...no, it was actually more like a blur for just a second.
He quickly dismissed it as being just his eyes playing a trick on him. Non the less, he was a bit curious.
''What exactly is that mutation of yours?'' He asked bluntly. If he didn't want to answer he wouldn't.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 10:26:16 GMT -4
"I move at a diffrent pace to the world around me," Pietro said cryptically.
He ate some of the cake calmly, cursing himself out in his mind. Control! Always, control!
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 10:33:46 GMT -4
''Right.'' He said, but it sounded more like 'odd'.
He took another bite of icecream. It tasted really good and his stomach was agreeing with it.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 10:37:52 GMT -4
"I'll contact you when I'm done," Pietro said, cutting the cake into squares with the side of his fork.
Wanda used to laugh when I insisted on cutting everything up first before eating it...so I could concentrate on controlling myself.
His eyes appeared saddened for a moment, before returning to the usual aloof gaze.
"And I'll bring both articles you require with me. I'll trust that you have my payment."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 10:49:53 GMT -4
''Of course.'' He grabbed his bag again and took out a little black check book.
''Half now. Half and the extra afterwards. As arranged.'' He said as he wet his index finger and ripped the check out passing it to the silver haired man.
''And dinner's on me.''
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 10:59:28 GMT -4
Pietro glanced at the check, before folding it in half and putting it in his pocket.
"I couldn't possibly allow you to pay for what I ate..." the thief demurred.
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 11:06:50 GMT -4
''Why not?'' Thieves who were too proud of themselves to have other people pay for their meal just didn't make sense. Thief-wise, that is.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 11:09:37 GMT -4
"It would not be very chivalrous of me, would it?" Pietro said smoothly.
That, and Wanda would be disappointed in me...but I'm not about to tell you that.
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 11:15:01 GMT -4
''I asked for a thief, not a knight. I don't need your gallantry I just need your skills.'' He said sternly as wearily discovered that he sounded like a feminist.
He sighed. ''We'll just split the tab in half.''
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 11:18:35 GMT -4
"I may be a thief, but I can still have manners," PIetro said softly.
"Splitting the tab would appear to be an acceptable compromise."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 11:26:30 GMT -4
''Fine.''
He finished off the last of his icecream. ''Much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have places to go, and I don't really want to stay and chat.'' This cockiness was not really like him, except when he was working. And Quicksilver had almost finished his dessert as well, so really, it didn't matter.
He lifted his hand and motioned a waiter to bring the check.
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