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Post by waters on Oct 5, 2009 18:17:14 GMT
Walking down the streets of New York a figure clad in torn jeans that seem to end abruptly just below his knees, a dirty hoodie with the hood pulled up, and what at one time might have been fairly expensive sneakers; moved from shadow to shadow. He stopped at a trash can out of a small cafe that he had been watching the last few nights. They actually dumped their trash in the mornings so everything in there should be moderately fresh. Hitting the proverbial jackpot he got a carton of milk that was barely past date, a mistake sandwich and something that he couldn't figure out what it was. Better plus, the bugs hadn't gotten to it yet. He knew people lived off them, but so far he hadn't been able to force himself to eat them. He got really close, but he couldn't do it yet. He moved off quickly into the back cross alley and down the street, finding a good spot he ducked down behind the dumpster, and started in on his dinner. He must have just got there cause the milk was still fairly cold, but then again that could have more with the time of year than his luck.
After finishing his meal he shoved his hands into his pockets, and headed out of the alley and up the street, back the way he came. One foot in front of the other, he wasn't thinking about it when all of a sudden he noticed the world was bluring, and it was about then that he grazed a building. Spinning hard trying to keep his balance he fell over and face planted for about twenty feet before a pole got into his way. Groaning he knew he couldn't black out there. Someone had to have noticed him, and he could swear he could hear the people's feet charging after him. Shaking his head he stumbled forward and to the best of his capability tried to concentrate on speed. Of course he could barely see straight, and hence barely run straight. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get his speed to show up again. Crap he was in trouble he couldn't get the speed to come to life and he could hear people. Looking both left and right he couldn't find a close enough alley. So he did the only thing he could. He put his head down and started to run.
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Post by Quicksilver on Oct 5, 2009 20:08:08 GMT
Pietro Leshnerr was in New York, why? well he wasn't sure why exactly. He felt he had to get out of Genosha today, he couldn't really face the meeting with Wanda and Father's feud still boiling over and of course Lorna would be of no help. He loved her with all his heart but his older sister was of no help in these situations...or other situations where he might need her. That is why he mainly relied on his younger twin and when he could bare to ask, his Father. So tonight he'd come to New York.
He kind of felt that he needed to visit the place, after all after the attack he and the brotherhood had planned he doubted he would be able to show his face in the country with out being hunted down by one of those sentinels, after all they probably had many left. It was then he saw someone fall on the floor...probably some drunken human, those apes could rarely hold their liquor he walked forward expecting to have to step over his body when he begun to run, that was what impressed Quicksilver...he ran faster then any mutant could possibly move.
Pietro smirked and decided...well what the hell? why not give chase, he was the fastest man alive...as far as he knew...and a new mutant may be one more person to add to Genosha's population. Sprinting after the person Quicksilver's long coat flapped after him. He sped up to an extent that he was eager with the boy and said "You should slow down perhaps, it's easier to talk that way"
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Post by waters on Oct 5, 2009 20:14:56 GMT
Looking at the guy keeping up with him he raised his eyebrow high. "It...would...be...nice...to....know....how...." he could barely get the words out and was trying not to face plant again since that tended to hurt pretty badly when it happened. Seeing the trash can coming up he spun towards the left, and then kept going straight ahead. Switching directions around a mailbox he cut hard right, and passed by it clear. He didn't know why this guy was chasing him, but if he could tell him how to stop he might just thank the guy before he walked off. Obviously this guy was a mutant and that was a bit of a shock. Yet he felt like this guy might just know more about his powers than Lucas did.
Of course all of this was great and all right when his powers stopped working and he pitched forward sliding across the sidewalk cursing most of the way. Getting up slowly he shook his head once again, and not for the first or hundredth time wondered what stopped his powers this time. Turning towards the guy he looked him up and down. "Ok Grandpa, talk." Ya he was mistaken, but the whole silver hair thing was the only thing he noticed right from the get go.
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Post by Quicksilver on Oct 6, 2009 17:18:07 GMT
Quicksilver kept pace with the young man, dodging obsticals that came in his path with grace and skill. He'd been playing with his abilities for years...so he was used to the small things that could end in disaster, a small crack in the sidewalk when traveling at Mach 10 could end in a squished face and durability wasn't one of his powers.
His co-runner seemed to not able to be able to stop running...perhaps his powers worked differently from Pietros because he was able to stop moving at high speed just by...not...moving. Soon though the boy managed to stop but unexpectedly, so he ended up falling. Pietro skidded to a halt a few feet ahead of him and folded his arms as he looked up and called him Grandpa. A sly smirked crept over his face and he looked the boy up and down himself "Finally managed to stop yourself? or was it just that you tripped and that stopped you? such a shame to have such power but no control over it...like holding a toddler a gun. But I feel a sort of responcibility to you, after all if I were born in a different family I could've been like you. I am Quicksilver by the way..." he paused for a moment and offered his hand "And this might be your lucky day"
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Post by waters on Oct 6, 2009 18:32:41 GMT
He rubbed his hands off on his jeans, and looked up at the guy. "Quicksilver........your parents must have hated you. Nameing you after a liquid metal that rises when it gets warm." Shakes his head. "So okay Mr. Silver, how is this my lucky day? You going to take these powers away from me? Let me go back to being just a normal kid?" He wasn't in a very good mood right now and this guy was sitting here with a very shifty feeling about him.
The covered insult didn't go past him, "Yeah I tripped got a problem about that? I just got drafted to this team man. I don't know the rules, and right now just stopping my legs don't seem to do any good." He so wanted to deck this guy, he was trying to figure out if this guy was insulting his family. Fists clenched he stood stock still trying to reason out if he really wanted to throw that punch. "Listen Grandpa, I'm tired, hurting, and hungry. So why are you here, and trust me you have no responsibility to me what so ever. Truth be known I don't care if we have the same powers, Daddy, or what ever. I ain't trusting anyone with the x-force what ever gene." Shoving his hands into his pockets he hunches his shoulders a bit and starts to walk down the street. His only thoughts were trying to stop himself from starting his abilities.
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Post by Quicksilver on Oct 7, 2009 7:57:53 GMT
Pietro left his hand extended for a moment until he realised his hand wouldn't be shaked so he placed it at his side. He suppressed a shudder as the kid broke down his name...he was about to say that it wasn't meant literally but that would be admitting that he had irritated him and that was one thing he did not want to do.
He started to ask if he could take the powers away but Quicksilver had the idea that he had little faith in the silver haired mutant. He also guessed from his little tirade that his powers had only just manifested. Before he could talk though the kid put his hands in his pockets and walked off.
Letting out a sigh Pietro decided to follow, Walking long strides so he could get level with him again "Listen...you need me...or rather, you need want I know. You say you don't trust us with our X-gene but you are us and with out learning to control your abilities your not endangering your own life but next time you go in to roadrunner mode and knock a kid down at Mach 5 then they'll come down hard on all of us. So really you've got two choices, let me help you and find out how to make your problem in to your biggest strength...or continue like you are and end up being splatted on the side of a bus that gets in to your path"
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Post by waters on Oct 9, 2009 6:41:37 GMT
He looked over at the guy and shakes his head slowly. He thought about what the guy said and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "What side are you on?" He couldn't believe what he was saying, but he had to find an answer. He wanted to know what he was going to get into.
"Listen, you got some points and I want to know honestly where you stand. What are your points, cause I might be a member of the mutant world, but the last time I got caught by a group of mutants....well my ribs are still aching from it. So sorry if I'm not so trusting." He shook his head slowly as he looked over at him and sighed. "So tell me the truth, you wanna save mutants, kill humanity, or just trying to carve yourself a piece of the pie."
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Post by Quicksilver on Oct 10, 2009 21:54:40 GMT
Good, He was being listened to...that was a start at least. It seemed though that the boy had some sort of...moral question, he wanted to know where Pietro stood, he had a rather....black and white view of thinking about it though. Was it really as simple as saving mutants, killing humanity or carving yourself a piece? granted of course the first two (acording to his Father at least) were hardly mutually exclusive things and often went hand in hand.
Whilst his Father was a genius...in many ways and the entire mutant nation had a debt to owe to him...Pietro was far more practical, Erik Leshnerr, though he was well loved and was a better figure head then Quicksilver oculd be was a well loved figure head because under all the plans and genius he was a fanatic, Pietro knew humans had uses in society...just not as the ruling class.
In responce to the boys question he just shrugged "Anyone who gives any of those three answers is lying through their teeth. I just know who my people are, I'm from a nation who's entire population are mutants. We're on the rise and I want to make sure as many of us as people get the chance to realise their true potential." he gave a small smirk and finished slightly jokingly with "I'm the fastest man alive today, possibly of all time. You stick with me and you might become half as good"
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Post by waters on Oct 11, 2009 1:31:26 GMT
He thought about it for a bit. Looked up at the older guy and shook his head slowly as he thought about what he answered. "Sounds like you dodging the question to me. I'm going to tell you right now I ain't making no choices today so you can give me what ever flyer you have and be on your merry way. I promise I won't be using it as Tee Pee. So chill Grandpa." He looked around and grinned the highway wasn't too far away and he figured he could get out of the area right at the moment. "So just tell me what your side is called and what it stands for." He shook his head slowly cause he wasn't sure how he would get away from this guy, but he had an idea or two cause he wasn't going to be doing anything stupid already.
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