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Post by wisdom on Oct 23, 2009 9:47:14 GMT
Pete let the knife fade away back to nothingness and absently rubbed his fingers together as a sudden chill washed over them. It always happened after he used his power, or to be more precise when he stopped using his power, the sudden absence of heat was always followed by the feeling that he’d just dipped his hands in ice water. It was something that he’d gotten used to over the years, but still had yet to relish.
He tilted his head forward slightly, taking a drag on his own cigarette and holding it for several heartbeats as he regarded the woman in front of him, before eventually blowing the smoke out slowly. She certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting that’s for sure, then again he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d expected from the marginally shorter woman. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, although I’ve always fancied going out mid-coitus and in my seventies, but that’s just me.”
“You never saw yourself as a teacher?” He smirked and took another hit from the cancerous stick in his hand, “Luv, I don’t think I even saw it on the horizon of possibilities. Hell, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing here now.”
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Post by Sage on Oct 24, 2009 20:49:45 GMT
Sage leaned back, resting against the computer as she took a drag of her cigarette.
"... Here." she said, leaning forwards slightly and wrapping her hands around Pete's own. "Your hands are cold, right? They get used to the heat of your knives... " she said, then trailed off, waiting a couple of moments before releasing his hand.
She smirked slightly, and exhaled a mouthful of smoke from the cigarette. "Well... that's one way to die, I suppose." she responded with a shrug.
"And right now? Technically, you're standing and smoking with a cyberpath, trying not to go crazy from the stress of your job." she said with a grin. "And people's lives take them in all sorts of directions that they never expect."
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Post by wisdom on Oct 25, 2009 12:47:15 GMT
A rare look of surprise crossed the British mutants face as Sage wrapped his hands in hers, it didn’t take long for it to pass however, quickly being replaced by his nearly ever present smirk. “Thanks, luv. Remind me to call you next time I leave my gloves behind and it’s bloody Baltic, eh?”
He took a drag on his cigarette, pausing for several moments before exhaling his own smoke cloud slowly. “It’s a pipedream with the way things are going at the moment, unless things perk up.... Well, if I’m lucky I might see past thirty. Hell, I might not even want to see past thirty.”
“Standing here smoking with a cyberpath, or with a smoking Cyberpath?” Pete let his smirk widen and took another draw on his cigarette. “All sorts of directions, huh. Ain’t that the bloody truth. How did you end up here, if you don’t mind me asking? From what I’ve heard your pretty damn talented, surely you had more options than... Well...” He gestured around them before continuing. “Here as it were.” opportunity
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Post by Sage on Oct 26, 2009 4:48:55 GMT
"It's a deal, then." Sage replied with a smirk, then took a drag on the cigarette.
She paused for a moment after his question, taking another drag on the cigarette. "How did I get here?" she repeated, then paused for another moment. The full story... wasn't necessary. It would take too long, anyway, and bring up a lot of painful memories.
"Magneto rescued me from bandits in Afghanistan several years ago. I had no where else to go, and so I just... stayed here." she said softly and with a shrug. "And I've been here ever since."
She looked down and took another puff at the cigarette. "How about you? You have an interesting back story that you want to share?"
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Post by wisdom on Oct 26, 2009 18:15:01 GMT
Pete mirrored her smirk in response, chuckling softly as he did. “You might live to regret that, luv. Bad circulation an’ all that, might be calling on you all manner of hours.”
Magneto, Afghanistan, several years ago. Keywords he picked up, quickly filing them away for a little bit of research later on that could help him nail a pattern in Magneto’s actions. Some habits really did die hard it seems. He also made a note to find out exactly what the dark haired beauty in front of him was doing in such a desolate hellhole in the first place, it wasn’t exactly a holiday destination by anyone’s standards.
“Not that interesting really, luv.” He toyed with his cigarette absently as he spoke. “One minute I was valued for what I could do, the next... Well, let’s just say that whole ‘genetic abnormality’ party line get’s real old.” He moved his cigarette back to his mouth, taking another long draw before tapping the ash away off to the side. As much as he’d enjoyed Sage’s company thus far, she was still a relative stranger. He wasn’t about to tell her what he used to do at a drop of a hat, but in light of her own story he didn’t exactly feel like lying to the Cyberpath.
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Post by Sage on Nov 17, 2009 4:44:18 GMT
"Like I said, it's a deal." Sage replied with a shrug. "It could be interesting... and it's a way to do something more then reprogram the computers or deal with brat kids."
She flicked the ash off her cigarette to the side, then took another drag on it. She knew he was curious about her past- and she didn't even use her telepathy to figure that out. Anyone would be, after all. But there really was no way she would go into it.
"Yeah, the genetic abnormality thing does get old. Especially when someone who's not that fond of your genetic abnormalities finds out about them." Was she speaking from experience here? Of course she was, but Wisdom didn't really need to know that.
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Post by wisdom on Nov 23, 2009 16:35:23 GMT
“Could be interesting? Hmm, not too sure if I should be insulted or not there, luv.” He dipped his head, taking a draw on his cigarette and smirked to himself.
She needn’t elaborate on her past, in fact Pete preferred it if she didn’t. Puzzles, riddles... All things to distract him away from the hell of teaching, and a woman with secrets were definitely more interesting than an open book.
“Especially when? Luv, I’m not entirely sure if there’s anyone out there fond of our particular genetic abnormalities at the moment. Maybe before the shit hit the fan, but now? Heh, better chance of finding a decent bar this side of the Atlantic.” He absently rolled the thin stick between his forefinger and thumb as he talked, watching the raven haired woman in front of him as he spoke carefully.
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Post by Sage on Dec 20, 2009 5:47:22 GMT
"Depends." Sage said with a shrug. "Do you think that it's an insult, or not?"
She grinned, taking a puff of the cigarette. "And not even before shit hit the fan, really." She responded, then paused for a moment.
She knew that he was watching and studying her, trying to figure her out. Where was the fun in life if there wasn't a bit of mystery? And besides that, she had her dirty little secrets that she couldn't risk anyone finding out.
"And are you sure about that decent bar thing? I know this great place in New York City... " she asked, changing the subject.
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Post by wisdom on Jan 3, 2010 4:58:40 GMT
“Ha, I suppose only time can tell if it was an insult or not.”
He regarded the back of his freehand absently as he continued to puff away on the rapidly dwindling cigarette held between his lips. It was true, they were a dirty little second citizen secret that was only kept to avoid the inevitable fallout it would bring. Secrets to be exploited when it suited them, like he’d been exploited to do his countries dirty work, and then discarded when it no longer suited them. Of course, had the roles been reversed, he might have made the same choices as they had, a fact Pete knew all too well.
“’Great place’ and ‘New York City’, two words I wouldn’t place in the same sentence, personally.” He still hadn’t acclimatised himself to the Big Apple, the entire place offending him for some reason on a level he didn’t quite knew existed. “That said, you probably know the area better than I do, so I suppose I could give you the benefit of the doubt.”
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