010; bells on.
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I don't know what to do about this, and after Christmas is over I'm not going to have any excuse for behave as though it never happened. It was all I could do not to shout at him, telling him I know exactly who he is and what he's capable of, at least in my world. But he doesn't even know who I am, unless he's pretending very well, and he seems different. And isn't this what I wanted? To be apart? We're not family. Pietro w
Blink said some interesting things last night. I know who Nightcrawler is, of course.
Furthermore, I know who I am now, but I have absolutely no idea where to proceed from there, especially pertaining to what I've done to everyone else. Soon I won't be able to consider the matter rationally, but for now: I'm not an Avenger any more, and that's my own fault, but I have all this training, aside from my own abilities, hand-to-hand and tactics (in retrospect, some of the decisions I've made here were foolish in that regard), and spending overmuch time in the kitchen actually does not suit me for too terribly long. I want to use what I've got, but even I know I'm not ready yet. It's frustrating.
I suppose I have a little time to figure things out. I should ask about my brother.
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Merry Christmas, City.
I hope everyone who was at Remy and Ric's so late has recovered from last night. I had a good time, though now I'm not precisely sure what to expect from this place on New Year's, and I'm wary of speculating lest anyone interpret it as a challenge.
[OOC: It's obligatory--but Christmas shopping kicked my ass so hard this year that Iii am not going to go through a huge list. Just note everyone Wanda talks to much got something, even it's just something baked and delicious. Sirja, however, definitely got this. Enjoy that, Donna.]
I don't know what to do about this, and after Christmas is over I'm not going to have any excuse for behave as though it never happened. It was all I could do not to shout at him, telling him I know exactly who he is and what he's capable of, at least in my world. But he doesn't even know who I am, unless he's pretending very well, and he seems different. And isn't this what I wanted? To be apart? We're not family. Pietro w
Blink said some interesting things last night. I know who Nightcrawler is, of course.
Furthermore, I know who I am now, but I have absolutely no idea where to proceed from there, especially pertaining to what I've done to everyone else. Soon I won't be able to consider the matter rationally, but for now: I'm not an Avenger any more, and that's my own fault, but I have all this training, aside from my own abilities, hand-to-hand and tactics (in retrospect, some of the decisions I've made here were foolish in that regard), and spending overmuch time in the kitchen actually does not suit me for too terribly long. I want to use what I've got, but even I know I'm not ready yet. It's frustrating.
I suppose I have a little time to figure things out. I should ask about my brother.
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Merry Christmas, City.
I hope everyone who was at Remy and Ric's so late has recovered from last night. I had a good time, though now I'm not precisely sure what to expect from this place on New Year's, and I'm wary of speculating lest anyone interpret it as a challenge.
[OOC: It's obligatory--but Christmas shopping kicked my ass so hard this year that Iii am not going to go through a huge list. Just note everyone Wanda talks to much got something, even it's just something baked and delicious. Sirja, however, definitely got this. Enjoy that, Donna.]
