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o1;; You didn't see that coming?

Who: Pietro & You!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Right now

[ Video;; ]
[ The video feed shakes, the audio cracking as the communicator is moved around. The broadcasting image so far is the floor, covered in multicolored confetti, and a pair of black and grey running sneakers in view. The left foot taps impatiently before the video swings again to the bridge of the Bloodsport. ]

[ There is a sigh before heavily accented voice accompanies the shoddy cameraman-ship. ] If this is someone's idea of a prank, it lacks humor.

[ The communicator finally turns around, and Pietro is very firmly not happy with this situation. ]

I have complaints.

[ SS Bloodsport;; ]
[ Pietro can be found in various places throughout the Bloodsport. In the kitchen, trying to figure out what the deal with protein paste is. The bridge offers a bit of a distraction with the endless sea of stars or the array of broadcast settings, and how can he resist settling into the bunks? It's been a very long time since he's had his own room. ]

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[she's only idly checking the network when she recognizes the face first; a very familiar face, one that makes her heart clench and her blood boil. Her first instinct is to lash out, demand why the hell he was here and what in the world he thought he was doing, but then the voice registers -

A very different accent. The hair isn't the same, nor the build. She relaxes somewhat, but ever wary, she still has to find out for certain]

I believe the saying goes, "get in line".

Oh, there is a line, is there?

Are you surprised? You are not the only one not amused by all this.

I hope it's not too long, I am not very patient.

[ Like. At all. ]

[. . . ugh your face is SO OFFENSIVE]

Nor am I, and yet here I am, waiting for my own turn.

[ WOW that's so rude! His face is beautiful. ]

What have they taken from you, besides your home?

[no it's incredibly offensive!! She stares at him for a moment, head tilting, before she decides to answer]

My sword and dagger. My magic has not been taken, but it is not as strong as it is meant to be, either.

This is very troublesome.

[ He can't really account for anything else they've taken, but his full abilities are plenty enough. It leaves him feeling wrong. Like being on the verge of a sneeze that won't come. ]

Quite. It feels wrong.

What have they taken from you?

[she feels cut off, but she won't go into too much detail. "Feeling wrong" is about right anyway]

My abilities are not as they should be. Everything is too slow.

[ The buzzing just below his skin, ready to use the ability, but something is stopping him. Making him run through molasses. Wading to get ahead. There is no delay in his head like there is in his body. ]

I'm sorry, but . . . "too slow"? What sort of abilities do you have?

I can run faster than people can perceive. Fast enough that I can push a bullet out of the way.

[ At the very least until getting Jossed. ]

I can think just as fast. [ It's so frustrating being limited. People are so slow.. ]

[well . . . that, at least, was confirmation that he wasn't who she expected him to be. Which is honestly a relief, she was enjoying her time away from that bastard.

Even so, his face is still offensive. Sorry, Pietro]

I do not know how fast a bullet can travel, so that particular descriptor is a bit lost on me.

Much faster than the human eye can see, certainly.

[ So rude, so rude. You'll love his face eventually. ]

Ohh? And what about those who are not human?

[now she's just being contrary to be contrary.

And she never will!!]

I have not run into many of those, so I cannot say. I am quite fast.

[ He flashes her a grin. ]

[her nose wrinkles at the grin]

My, how cocky.

I am certain in my capabilities.

Yes, that much is obvious.

[ugh, Tempest, be nice. It isn't his fault he has that face]

What is your name?

Edited (whoops wrong word) 2016-08-06 04:33 (UTC)

Pietro Maximoff. Do you have a name, or do I have to make up one?

[ Pietro, no. Pietro, stop. ]

[Pietro no!!]

I have plenty of names without you adding another, thank you. [huff!!]

It's Tempest. I will not bore you with the list.

[ Only, Pietro yes ]

Tempest is quite the fitting name.

[. . . Pietro no, so much no]

Oh, you have no idea.

I'm certain I can use my imagination.

Mmhmm, I'm sure you can.

[at least he isn't as bad as the man who shares his face, small mercies]

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