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Garden
Sept 29, 2005 19:04:35 GMT -5
Post by exodus on Sept 29, 2005 19:04:35 GMT -5
The garden is directly behind the pool, the marble walkway continues into a path into the garden. Large trees and flowers line the path. They stretch out far and the path leads directly to the memorial of Charles Xavier. The plaque on the monument reads: Charles Xavier died so that Genosha can live.
Another winding path leads off to an area partitioned off by a low white stone wall. Just behind it is the memorial for Magnus' two human wives, Magda and Anne, and his lost child, Anya. There is a statue of each woman, highly stylized due to Magneto's insistence, and Magda's shows her holding little Anya in her arms. Both bear steel plaque's with loving inscriptions written by Erik himself.
The inscription in Anne's reads "Anne Dane Lensherr, beloved wife and mother. She was an angel in life, now she guards over those she loved eternally.''
The inscription on Magda and Anya's reads. Magda Lensher, beloved wife and mother, and Anya Magda Lensherr, beloved daughter. May their spirits forever roam free."
Only the royal family, their closest allies, and the maintence staff is allowed near the memorial. Anyone else caught there without being accompanied by one of the aftermentioned people, deals with the wrath of the royal family.
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Garden
Sept 30, 2005 20:36:33 GMT -5
Post by Polaris on Sept 30, 2005 20:36:33 GMT -5
Lorna strolled through the vast garden, stopping now and then to admire the work that the gardeners had done on the place and she smiled up at the hot sun that poured down. It was summer on Genosha and that meant hot days and even hotter nights, in her opinion. Lorna's nearly sheer white tank top with a small design intricately placed to cover just the absolute minimum since she refused to wear anything under it and soft white linen shorts were perfect for the hot afternoon. Passing a favorite spot of hers, Lorna reached out and plucked a single, perfect white rose off the bush and inhaled the fragrance. It wasn't like anyone was going to stop her from doing so.
Her hair was swept up in a ponytail and it cascaded straight down her back. Gold metal bands adorned the top of her hair in almost a head piece and it was one of the subtle signs that Lorna was a member of the royal family. As if anyone wasn't going to recognize her on the green hair alone. Her father had always been proud of the mutation but honestly, green? She could still have his powers and normal hair at the same time.
Moving to a bench that was under a tree, Lorna sat down and closed her eyes, listening to the insects sing and the gardeners clip away dead foliage. She had received two calls this morning for parties that were going on and she was still trying to decide which one she was going to go to. Either one was sure to be loud, obnoxious and full of energy as well as men. The combination was right up Lorna's alley and with the restlessness she had been feeling lately, it was what she needed to channel her energy into. Maybe tonight she could actually talk Bennet into going to a party. The heavens knew the man needed to loosen up. Lorna could even set him up with an acquaintance or two of hers. With a smile on her face, Lorna continued to sit there and plot the night out.
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Garden
Sept 30, 2005 20:58:50 GMT -5
Post by Quicksilver on Sept 30, 2005 20:58:50 GMT -5
Pietro was enjoying this day off, being as he rarely took time to himself. He was heading to the pool for a nice swim. Perfect way to cool off. Then he spotted Lorna, sitting in the garden. A soft smile found it’s way on his face, an ability some of his underlings swore he didn’t possess. She looked very relaxed, and he went over to see how his ‘baby’ sister was doing. She probably had plans for the night, of course, so he should spend some time with her while they were both free. The smile faded from his face as he saw what she was wearing. He was over to her almost instantly, hands folded in front of his chest, frowning now, as he spoke,
“LornaDaneLensherr!” He realized as he said it, he was speaking too quickly. He consciously slowed down his speech to a normal setting,
“What do you think you are wearing?” He wasn’t yelling, but he was clearly not happy with her.
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Garden
Sept 30, 2005 23:59:18 GMT -5
Post by Magneto on Sept 30, 2005 23:59:18 GMT -5
Erik removed his helmet and changed from his heavy black wool uniform into something less oppressive. The mid-summer Genoshan heat was stifling and now that the abominable press conference was over, he could discard his far too warm clothing and the demeanor of 'Lord Magneto' with it. He had changed the world for the better for mutantkind, saved his children from the hell he'd endured, but he still had to maintain the facade he had adopted during the war. But in private, he could be Erik Lensherr.
He took a brief shower, then dressed in a pair of black linen slacks and a black cotton polo shirt. Black loafers completed the look. Tying his long white hair back with a simple tie, Erik thought about visiting the graves of his wives and oldest daughter. It had been almost a week since he'd had the chance to even relax long enough to watch the news, let alone pay proper respect to his departed loved ones. Truthfully, it had been a few days since he had seen his living children as well.
Erik wandered slowly out to the garden, enjoying the quiet peace they offered. He stopped in the rock garden to pick up three stones when he heard a voice break through the place's serenity.
“LornaDaneLensherr!” Pietro's distinctive high speed protest rang through garden. His next words were slower, but no less distressed.“What do you think you are wearing?”
Magnus had to chuckle at his only son's fussing. He stepped to the edge of the clearing, assessing his youngest daughter's clothing for himself. Lorna's blouse was sheer, but a tasteful design covered anything of interest and the shorts she wore were not overly revealing. It wasn't any worse than anything Wanda wore in public. And Lorna was in the privacy of their Genoshan Estate.
But Pietro was very protective of his sisters. Magneto was equally proud and amused by his son's rabid defense of his sisters' virtue, but sometimes, the boy just needed to let things go. Any suitors who came to call on Wanda or Lorna truly had more to fear from Quicksilver than they ever did from the Master of Magnetism.
Erik decided not to take sides, but did make his presence known. He cleared his throat and tried to take the mildly amused expression from his face, instead replacing it with his usual stern look, although it was difficult to maintain. Only Magnus' children ever saw the softer side of him.
"Good afternoon," he greeted evenly. "Is there a problem here?"
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Garden
Oct 1, 2005 16:30:56 GMT -5
Post by Polaris on Oct 1, 2005 16:30:56 GMT -5
Lorna felt Pietro approach before he even said a word to her. There were some people she could detect with her powers but she usually had to be around them for a long period of time to be able to recognize their unique pattern out of all the others out there. Her family was certainly ones that she knew by heart. Bennet too as well as some of her father's cabinet members. “LornaDaneLensherr!” Pietro began before remember he had just said her entire name as a single word. Granted, she had grown up listening to Pietro's fast speaking and was pretty much used to it. Her and Wanda could probably interpret for him easily if he were ever too excited to slow down. “What do you think you are wearing?”
His voice wasn't raised but it was stern. She frowned and sighed before opening her eyes. Sometimes the man had to remember that he was her brother, not her father. “Pietro, I can wear whatever I want. I'm not a teenager anymore and besides, who's going to care in the garden? Now, if you really want a reason to yell at me, come see me tonight before I leave for the evening,” she said to him with a grin and a wink. If he really did come and see her, Lorna planned to be wearing something to really make him think she'd lost her mind but that was ok. Anything to keep her big brother on his toes.
Then she felt her most favorite signature in the whole world and Lorna's face lit up as her father came into view. "Good afternoon. Is there a problem here?"
Lorna jumped off the bench and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around her father and hugging him. It had been days since he had come to see them and although he'd been busy like that most of her life, Lorna never got used to his absences. Pulling back and looking up into his face, her smile faltered a bit as she saw the heaviness in his eyes. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Father,” she told him as she let go then guided him to the bench with her hand in his. Sitting down, she continued, “Why have all these people helping you run things if you are still going to want to be involved in everything? What you need to do is relax and take a vacation. We could all use a vacation but you especially.”
Lorna grinned at her brilliant idea. Erik really did look worn out and tired but he'd looked that way since she was a little girl, when her mother was taken from them. She doesn't remember much about the war, other then she was more or less kept in isolation with body guards the whole time her father was gone but he had looked even more worn down since then. If only her father would agree to a vacation, maybe he would remember how to smile like he had when she was a small child.
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Garden
Oct 1, 2005 23:47:53 GMT -5
Post by Quicksilver on Oct 1, 2005 23:47:53 GMT -5
“Pietro, I can wear whatever I want. I'm not a teenager anymore and besides, who's going to care in the garden? Now, if you really want a reason to yell at me, come see me tonight before I leave for the evening,”
Pietro gave Lorna that look, the one that . .never worked on her. She and Father were way too alike. Much to similar for his sanity. How was it he could command those beneath him, but one green haired girl walked right over him. He sighed, knowing it was a loosing battle. But he also had his own stubborn streak, and wasn’t about to let her be that easily. He raised one eyebrow,
“We may be only on the grounds, but we still have staff, somewhere. I don’t want to have to pay for their medical bills, because they looked at you the wrong way. And you may not be a teenager now, but you will always be my baby sister. Always. Even when we are both old and decrepit.” He recognized his father’s voice behind him,
“Speaking of . . “ He turned around to see his father, and instantly, Lorna was clinging to him. He grinned a rare grin, it had been a little while since they’d seen their father. After Lorna sat down, talking about taking a vacation, he joined them. Might as well put his own two bits in.
“Yeah, Father, we do need a break. Somewhere we haven’t been in a while, just the four of us.” It should be five, his traitorous mind reminded him. Too bad you weren’t so quick on that day.
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Garden
Oct 2, 2005 20:29:18 GMT -5
Post by Scarlet Witch on Oct 2, 2005 20:29:18 GMT -5
She'd heard the unmistakeable sound of Pietro disagreeing with someone (Lorna and her sense of dress, on this occasion) through her bedroom window and decided to investigate. By the time she'd arrived, the problem seemed to have been solved and their father had joined the other two. Moving in closer to join in the little conversation, she smiled, noticing that of the two women there, her outift was far more revealing than her sister's.
"Did someone say something about a vacation? I have a new bikini that Pietro simply won't let me wear on the beaches around here. It's rather scandalous. Lorna, maybe you'd like to borrow it sometime?" She leaned against a statue, grinning at her brother. After all, it was her job to make sure that he kept his ego and temper in check. Or at least directed towards someone who could fire right back at him. Then again, given the group that was assembled in the garden, starting anything with any one of them would make for a tough argument.
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Garden
Oct 3, 2005 8:41:09 GMT -5
Post by Magneto on Oct 3, 2005 8:41:09 GMT -5
Erik listened to the debate between his children with no small amount of amusement. Pietro's brain may work faster than a baseline human's ever could fathom, but his agile mind was no match for Lorna's stubborn will. She was far too like Magnus for her own good. For that matter, so was Pietro. They both possessed his volatile temper and mile-wide stubborn streak. He sometimes found himself wondering why they couldn't take a bit more after their gentle, sweet-natured mothers.
Lorna nearly flew to Erik when he made his presence known, the argument about clothing completely forgotten. She wrapped her arms about his waist and hugged herself close against him. He enfolded her into his arms briefly, a bit surprised when she pulled away. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Father,” she murmured concernedly, her dark emerald green eyes searching his face. She took Magnus by the hands and led him to the bench she'd vacated when she's noticed him. Sitting down, Lorna continued her gentle lecture. “Why have all these people helping you run things if you are still going to want to be involved in everything? What you need to do is relax and take a vacation. We could all use a vacation but you especially.”
He could hardly argue with his youngest daughter's assessment. Erik did have the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he'd chosen to take up that burden when he had demanded the surrender of the world's governments. He sat down next to Lorna, considering her suggestion.
“Yeah, Father, we do need a break. Somewhere we haven’t been in a while, just the four of us.” Pietro had given up on lecturing Lorna about her clothing and had joined his sister in lecturing Magneto about needing a vacation. Erik was shuffling a few meetings around in his mind to at least attempt to take the weekend off when a familiar voice interjected into their conversation.
"Did someone say something about a vacation?" Wanda was standing in the garden leaning against one of the statues. His older daughter was the only one who took after her mother in personality, as well appearance. Wanda looked exactly like Erik's first wife, Magda, and possessed a sweet, gentle heart. She could also be stubborn and bad tempered, but she slower to anger than any of her family. She kept Pietro in line and was Lorna's confidant. Erik had a feeling his small broken family would have fallen to pieces without his older daughter fighting to keep it together. I have a new bikini that Pietro simply won't let me wear on the beaches around here. It's rather scandalous. Lorna, maybe you'd like to borrow it sometime?"
Magneto rose from the bench as his older daughter made her presence known. He had to chuckle when his daughters ganged up on their brother. And he knew he was of little help to Pietro's crusade to save his sisters from their questionable sense of fashion. He was an old-fashioned man, and he tended to dote on Wanda and Lorna, seeing their choice of clothing as harmless. No man would dare even attempt to take advantage of Magneto's daughters, they were more than capable of defending themselves, and whatever bits of the fool were left, would be disintegrated by the wrath of his son. But still, if they were to take a vacation even a brief one, it would do Pietro no good to be fussing over his sisters. Well, any more than he usually did.
"Girls, do not both of you torment your brother," he said gently shaking his head. "He is already as white haired as an old man. Would you drive him as bald as poor Charles was?" He was teasing, something he only did in the presence of his children. "And Pietro, do relax, son. Your sisters' clothing is hardly going to cause an international incident."
Moving back to the subject of vacations, Erik continued to mentally rearrange his schedule. "I suppose I could take the weekend off," he suggested aloud. "Any suggestions on where we should take our holiday?"
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Garden
Oct 3, 2005 16:22:23 GMT -5
Post by Polaris on Oct 3, 2005 16:22:23 GMT -5
Pietro tried to stare her down but as usual, she saw right through him and grinned. Her father had tried that same look on her and it had also failed but at least he had the sense to give up. Pietro, it seemed, did not. “We may be only on the grounds, but we still have staff, somewhere. I don’t want to have to pay for their medical bills, because they looked at you the wrong way. And you may not be a teenager now, but you will always be my baby sister. Always. Even when we are both old and decrepit,” he said, trying to get her to feel sorry for the staff if he had to “defend her honor” or something silly like that.
Erik arrived before she could answer and Lorna dropped it. Besides, her father was more important then a discussion on her wardrobe, or lack thereof. He followed her to the bench, sitting with her and Lorna knew that she was being selfish with his time but she couldn't help it. No matter how old she got, she idolized her father and strove to be half the mutant he is. It was why Bennet was training her so much lately. She didn't want to be the “weak” child of Magneto's, not when she had the ability to be so much more.
Pietro chimed in with her idea of a vacation and said, “Yeah, Father, we do need a break. Somewhere we haven’t been in a while, just the four of us.” Lorna heard the wistfulness in his voice and her heart went out to him. She knew what he was thinking of even without saying the words. She hadn't helped matters that day either. Not only did he and Wanda have to deal with their mother's death, they had to deal with her lifelong secret as well.
Then, almost like she was drawn to their little family huddle, Wanda appeared and Lorna smiled widely at her sister. If Pietro was going to yell at her about her outfit, he'd better be prepared to take on his twin as well. "Did someone say something about a vacation? I have a new bikini that Pietro simply won't let me wear on the beaches around here. It's rather scandalous. Lorna, maybe you'd like to borrow it sometime?" Wanda said, obviously having heard their conversation.
Lorna fully agreed with Wanda. She hadn't seen said bikini yet but Wanda had excellent taste in clothes and if Wanda offered to let Lorna borrow it, she would do so. “I will take you up on that offer, dear sister. One question though. Does it go well with green?” Lorna asked with a wrinkle of her nose. God, she hated her hair.
Her father had stood up when Wanda came over and Lorna followed suit, simply to stay near him and to stay in the conversation. It was a habit left over from childhood, when she had to constantly keep up with her ever busy father and older siblings. If there was one thing Lorna hated, it was being left behind. "Girls, do not both of you torment your brother. He is already as white haired as an old man. Would you drive him as bald as poor Charles was?" her father teased them and Lorna had to laugh. "And Pietro, do relax, son. Your sisters' clothing is hardly going to cause an international incident."
Lorna pouted at that. Granted, it was completely fake and everyone would know it but she said, “You mean I couldn't start a war based on my body alone, Father? Then why do I spend all those hours in training?” Not able to keep the frown up any long, she smiled, her green eyes twinkling in mischief.
Erik continued, "I suppose I could take the weekend off. Any suggestions on where we should take our holiday?"
Lorna squealed with delight, pleased that her idea paid off. “Somewhere not so hot but definitely with a beach. And it has to have wonderful places to shop. Oh, and Bennet must come too. If anyone needs a vacation as badly as Father it's him. He's as stifling as Pietro on a train full of people and a bit of culture couldn't hurt him,” Lorna rushed on. She was already thinking about what to pack and what she would need to buy before they left.
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Oct 3, 2005 19:46:17 GMT -5
Post by Quicksilver on Oct 3, 2005 19:46:17 GMT -5
Pietro didn’t quite groan as he saw his twin sister Wanda walk up in an even more revealing outfit than Lorna. His sisters were going to be the death of him. No doubt about it, they could put it on his tombstone: Pietro Django Lensherr, done to death by his sisters.
He gave Wanda the same look he’d given Lorna, with the same result. As Wanda offered to loan Lorna one of her bikinis he put his hand over his eyes,
“You two will be the death of me, you know that, right?” Then his father finally stepped in, much to Pietro’s relief. He watched Lorna pout for a few minutes, fully recognizing it as fake.
“You mean I couldn't start a war based on my body alone, Father? Then why do I spend all those hours in training?” Pietro rolled his eyes, little drama queen, never mind that she had all of them wrapped around her pinky. And had, ever since she was born. They started talking about where to go. To his surprise, Lorna announced she wanted to bring Bennet, of all people. His eyes narrowed, as he looked at her,
“You want to bring Bennet, on our little family getaway?” He didn’t like her being so attached to the man.
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Oct 4, 2005 8:26:43 GMT -5
Post by Scarlet Witch on Oct 4, 2005 8:26:43 GMT -5
She frowned as she considered Lorna's question. "I think so. Unless you don't want to look like a large Christmas decoration. But at least you'd be a hot Christmas decoration..." She trailed off, her smile widening as Pietro appeared to get a sudden headache. “You two will be the death of me, you know that, right?” Still grinning, she patted him on the shoulder. "You love it, though."
It was about then that Magneto attempted to stop the two of them from ganging up on Pietro. She would have been more than happy to oblige if it wasn't so damn easy. Luckily, Lorna was on the same page. “You mean I couldn't start a war based on my body alone, Father? Then why do I spend all those hours in training?” She smiled again. The kid had been taught well. Turning her head as her father agreed to the idea of a vacation, she finally sat down. Now for the big question. Where were they going to go? She started brainstorming ideas, but was interrupted by Lorna's suggestion that Bennet join them. Before she even had a chance to think about the suggestion, Pietro had launched into another little aggrivated tirade. “You want to bring Bennet, on our little family getaway?”
Shrugging, she answered even though the question wasn't directed at her. "He is rather high-strung. But you know that no matter where we go, we're going to have to take at least one bodyguard. Besides, it'll be like having our own personal cabana boy. Bet he'd look great in a pink Speedo." It was all she could do not to wince at that thought.
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Oct 4, 2005 15:23:07 GMT -5
Post by exodus on Oct 4, 2005 15:23:07 GMT -5
Exodus walked slowly, giving the royal family as much time as they needed to themselves. They deserved the time alone. As Exodus walked by the swimming pool, the Lehnsherr family came into view. First he saw Wanda. Much like Lorna, Wanda enjoyed her lifestyle. Exodus barely had gotten to know her but she was still high on his priority list. Every one of them was. Pietro came into view next. He didn’t like Exodus much but it was still important that Exodus remain by his side if needed. As Exodus walked closer, Erik came into view. The man who had saved Bennet’s life. There was no repayment better than pledging his undying loyalty to him and his family. If it weren’t for Magneto, then Exodus would still be locked away in suspended animation. Next he saw Lorna. Bennet’s best friend. Erik may have saved his life but Lorna saved his humanity. If it wasn’t for her friendship, he would be nothing but a cold hearted bastard. He owed her a lot. The royal family was everything to Exodus. Without them, Exodus would not really exist. Or at least, he wouldn’t want to.
"He is rather high-strung. But you know that no matter where we go, we're going to have to take at least one bodyguard. Besides, it'll be like having our own personal cabana boy. Bet he'd look great in a pink Speedo," Bennet heard Wanda say to her family as Exodus walked up behind her. It sounded like they were going somewhere but Exodus had no idea where and why. This was information he needed if he was there to protect them. It wasn’t like they couldn’t protect themselves, though. They were an extremely powerful family.
”Have I done something to wrong you, Wanda, to deserve such a punishable uniform?” Bennet asked her. Speedo’s didn’t seem like it would ever be an article of clothing Exodus would ever put on.
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Garden
Oct 6, 2005 18:08:39 GMT -5
Post by Magneto on Oct 6, 2005 18:08:39 GMT -5
Magneto watched in silent amusement as his three children exchanged banter, trying to draw him into their playful argument. Playful on Wanda and Lorna's part at least. His poor son, on the other hand, was covering his eyes at the idea of Lorna borrowing swimwear from Wanda, who truly did dress much more daringly than his youngest child, and claiming his sisters would be the death of him.
Erik managed to suppress a chuckle at Pietro's exasperation. "You do realize that your fussing only serves to encourage them?" he reminded his son ,patting him on the shoulder in much the same manner as Wanda had.
Lorna let out a small cry of delight when he suggested a weekend get away and immediately began plotting. “Somewhere not so hot but definitely with a beach. And it has to have wonderful places to shop. Oh, and Bennet must come too. If anyone needs a vacation as badly as Father it's him. He's as stifling as Pietro on a train full of people and a bit of culture couldn't hurt him.”
Pietro was less than thrilled at the concept. He was not fond of Exodus, whether it was because the man was unsettling or his closeness with Lorna, Magnus wasn't entirely certain. “You want to bring Bennet, on our little family getaway?”
Wanda sat down on the bench, considering her sister's suggestion and brother's objection. She immediately suggested a comprise, adding her own humor into her suggestion. "He is rather high-strung. But you know that no matter where we go, we're going to have to take at least one bodyguard. Besides, it'll be like having our own personal cabana boy. Bet he'd look great in a pink Speedo."
Bennet du Paris. In a pink speedo. Pretending to be a cabana boy. Erik decided he really did not need to explore that mental image further. He sat down between his daughters, shaking his head and chuckling slightly. Wanda certainly did have an imagination, one had to give her that.
”Have I done something to wrong you, Wanda, to deserve such a punishable uniform?”
Magnus was of the opinion that Exodus would not be the only one being punished by the sight. Pietro was likely to burst a blood vessel at the very concept of Bennett being anywhere near Lorna so scantily clad.
As well, Exodus hadn't seen much sun in the last ten years, and was likely to sunburn. Of course, if Lorna asked Bennett to wear a pink speedo, the man would likely oblige her. He had been an unfeeling, nearly inhuman creature when Magneto had awakened him. His hair had been long and unkempt, his clothing armor, a man who knew only war and destruction of his enemies. He had served Magnus well during war, but in the last ten years, he had become much less callous and unfeeling.
That was Lorna's doing. Erik was Bennet's lord and master, his youngest daughter was Exodus' friend. She had made him human, for lack of a better term. Now he wore a military uniform, had cut his hair in a much more modern style and acted in a much more cordial manner. As far as Magnus was concerned, the relationship benefited all. His rather adventurous youngest daughter was well-protected, and his most devout follower had someone to teach him to navigate this world.
Bennet seemed quite distressed at Wanda's teasing, most likely fearing she was serious. "Wanda was merely jesting, Exodus," he informed him gently. "But my daughters are correct. If we are to take a weekend holiday somewhere, we will need a guard. Would you be free to accompany us?"
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Oct 6, 2005 20:38:12 GMT -5
Post by Polaris on Oct 6, 2005 20:38:12 GMT -5
Lorna gave Pietro a mock frown at his own show of theatrics regarding her and Wanda. It wasn't her fault that he was blessed with two beautiful, intelligent and witty sisters. When Pietro just about blew a fuse at her suggestion to bring Bennet, she just shrugged. Lorna had never understood why Pietro couldn't be nice to Bennet. He had never done anything to her that was ungentlemanly and he never would. He respected their father way too much for that and they were friends. Granted, if Pietro knew just how deep that relationship really ran, he'd probably deliver a cow right then and there but some secrets were meant to be kept.
Before Lorna could speak up in support of her wanting Bennet there, Wanda said, "He is rather high-strung. But you know that no matter where we go, we're going to have to take at least one bodyguard. Besides, it'll be like having our own personal cabana boy. Bet he'd look great in a pink Speedo."
Lorna gasped at the image that suddenly appeared in her head then had to stifle a bout of laughter when Bennet came into the garden and added, ”Have I done something to wrong you, Wanda, to deserve such a punishable uniform?”
Looking up at her friend, she bit her lip to really stop from laughing. He looked positively aghast at the idea although she wouldn't mind seeing what he could get away with in perhaps black or silver. “Oh, Bennet, you always seem to have impeccable timing. You realize, don't you, that my dear sister just secretly craves to see you in much less clothes,” she told him with a glint in her emerald eyes.
Magnus sat down with her and Wanda and seemed to be relaxing in the care of his family. This is where he belonged, with his children, not out fighting a war that was long over with. At least, that's how Lorna saw it, albeit a bit selfishly. He also seemed to be enjoying the teasing Wanda was giving Bennet as he looked at the man and said, If we are to take a weekend holiday somewhere, we will need a guard. Would you be free to accompany us?"
Lorna jumped up off the bench and walked over to Bennet, entwining her arm through his. “Please say yes,” she said to him as she looked up with her green eyes. “If you don't, Father will chose someone else and they will be dreadfully dull to have around. I promise, you won't have to wear a Speedo, pink or any other color. Although a pair of shorts and a t-shirt wouldn't hurt you any....” Giving him a grin to show she was teasing about changing his wardrobe, Lorna knew there was no way he was going to turn them down. Not when the Master of Magnetism asked him himself.
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Oct 8, 2005 0:09:14 GMT -5
Post by Quicksilver on Oct 8, 2005 0:09:14 GMT -5
"He is rather high-strung. But you know that no matter where we go, we're going to have to take at least one bodyguard. Besides, it'll be like having our own personal cabana boy. Bet he'd look great in a pink Speedo."
Pietro winced as Wanda mentioned Exodus in a speedo, especially a pink one! He closed his eyes, and shook his head, trying to get the disturbing image out of his head. He gave his twin a look, raising his eye brows.
"Thank you so much dear sister for that lovely image." He knew they would have to have a bodyguard, but something about the man bothered him. Very much so. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he'd figure it out eventually. Then Father put his hand on Pietro's shoulder,
"You do realize that your fussing only serves to encourage them?" He grinned at his father, knowing he was right, but still the older brother in him would not rest. Probably never would either.
"They are my little sisters, I wouldn't be a good big brother if I didn't protect them, now would I?" He frowned as Lorna put her arm though Bennett's. Then he smirked as she started to beg him to come.
'I'll bet she's giving him those eyes. How many times have I given in to those huge green eyes? I've lost count.' It seemed, like it or not, Exodus would be coming along with them. Pietro knew a lost cause when he saw one,
"Give it up, Bennett, once she gives you those eyes . . ."
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