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Feb 21, 2012 21:52:37 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 21, 2012 21:52:37 GMT -5
The two girls appeared in the blink of an eye in the living room of Treszka's cottage.
"Oh, man, I should've warned you, sometimes people get dizzy. You all right?"
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Feb 21, 2012 21:55:16 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 21:55:16 GMT -5
Marie fell backwards on to the floor, holding her head "Yup."
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Feb 21, 2012 22:12:03 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 21, 2012 22:12:03 GMT -5
She knelt down next to Marie, looking contrite.
"Sorry. I should've said something."
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Feb 21, 2012 22:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 21, 2012 22:32:53 GMT -5
She shook her head softly "It's fine, definitely an interesting feeling."
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Feb 21, 2012 22:47:17 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 21, 2012 22:47:17 GMT -5
She held out a hand to help Marie to her feet.
"Well, let's head upstairs, that's where the comics are."
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Feb 22, 2012 0:30:12 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 22, 2012 0:30:12 GMT -5
Marie took her hand and looked around as she stood "Nice place."
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Feb 22, 2012 0:49:38 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 22, 2012 0:49:38 GMT -5
"Thanks. It was my brothers, but when he moved away with his wife, he let me have it."
She led the way upstairs.
"The comics are in my room."
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Feb 22, 2012 1:35:38 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 22, 2012 1:35:38 GMT -5
She followed her up the stairs "Must be nice to have your own place, back home, well, it's me, my Papa, my Papa's boyfriend, my sister and up to sometimes 50 other people."
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Feb 22, 2012 2:15:48 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 22, 2012 2:15:48 GMT -5
Treszka looked back at her, wide-eyed.
"Wow, fifty? That's a lot of people."
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Feb 22, 2012 14:26:39 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 22, 2012 14:26:39 GMT -5
"Er, well they aren't family, they're homeless" she smiled proudly "my Papa's John Bristow, he runs one of the only homeless shelters in all of Paris."
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Feb 22, 2012 14:33:28 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 22, 2012 14:33:28 GMT -5
"Ohhhh." She said.
Then felt stymied, as she had no idea what to tell Marie about her...unique...family.
"Um...well. My house just had three in it: Me, mom, and dad. When mom died when I was a kid it was just him and me..."
She sighed.
"Now it's just me."
Her father was not dead, no--couldn't die--but how the hell could she explain...any of it?
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Feb 22, 2012 14:37:45 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 22, 2012 14:37:45 GMT -5
Marie got the impression that her father wasn't dead, just not here "Is he where you get your powers? Cause that's where I get mine, my Papa's a lot stronger than me."
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Feb 22, 2012 15:27:01 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 22, 2012 15:27:01 GMT -5
She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, he his. He can teleport, too, but he can do other things I can't--I'm only a half-blood. My mom's human."
Or, she was when Treszka had been born.
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Feb 22, 2012 15:33:45 GMT -5
Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 22, 2012 15:33:45 GMT -5
"Papa and I are humanish" Marie replied, she'd figured Treszka wasn't human, no human could teleport, no human had access to all the information she did "I think he said, we were... mutants, yea, said our genes were different. I really don't quite understand what he meant, but he said, it couldn't be magic, because we were born with it, so it had to be biological."
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Feb 22, 2012 15:37:21 GMT -5
Post by Treszka on Feb 22, 2012 15:37:21 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, like X-men." She said, then blushed. So far as she knew, Marie only knew about the Avengers right now.
"Um. They're in comics, too.
But yeah, my mom was a regular person, a great person. She loved to sing and she was a really talented artist. My dad loved her more than anything."
Across centuries.
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