“….” Pietro had been watching the fire eaters for a while now, standing remarkably still…aside from an impatient tapping of his foot. His top hat had been lost long ago and his jacket hung from his arm. He never did like dressing up…not really. But regardless, he was enjoying the ball so far. Not that one could tell by looking, his brow was furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek. Finally, he sighed, gaze dropping to the ground. “I would definitely get expelled if I tried to do that–” He gestured to the fire eaters” –wouldn’t I?”
#xi starter #//i will get to other replies tomorrow! I'd like to focus on the event tonight lol
“Yes, we do. Until you realize that I’m right,” Wanda said, thinking a moment before she put the second donut back in box, “I really don’t want to risk getting in trouble. Even if you do eat all of the evidence.”
“But-you aren’t right.” Pietro gave Wanda a light nudge, tone teasing–even if he was completely serious about the peanut butter. He sighed when she put the doughnut back. “Wanda, it’s just a doughnut. I doubt they mind, I mean–have you seen all the food in there? They probably will not even miss it.” He shrugged. “Besides, does it really matter if we get in trouble?”
The farther away from people that she could get, the more that Wanda started to relax a little. It was one of the reasons that she liked being outside so much, it was so much easier to get away. It was open. And overall that helped her calm down more than anything. It was one of the main things that she liked about the institute, it at least let her feel like she could get away when she needed to.
“It can’t be that hard to find,” Wanda chuckled back as she started walking in the direction that she guessed was probably the right way, even if she wasn’t entirely sure, “I think that would work. Or I can always come back later if it doesn’t.”
“It is-in fact-a giant lake, so I am inclined to agree with you. But we both know my sense of direction is….not the best.” Pietro admitted, dipping his head with a laugh. Things had settled down, that was good. And now that they were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the school, Pietro even seemed to calm a little, content with walking.
On top of getting used to the whole ‘school’ concept, he was still getting used to the sheer size of the institute. It was hard to imagine someone having lived here before–Pietro didn’t know what he would do with this much space. “I was told that you were looking for me.” He turned to face Wanda, snapping as he remembered why he found her in the first place. “Sorry it took so long–perhaps I should refrain from running…” His sentence trailed off as he thought, it would certainly make him easier to find.
Josh’s brief show of spine didn’t last long. It was hard to try and be any sort of brave outside of a crowd… or maybe he was just a coward. Either way he was waiting for the guy to get made at him but the pause and milder change to him was enough to at least get Josh looking up a little more.
And at least he seemed to understand… or at least wasn’t gonna start a fight with him about it. Josh signed and looked back again, not smiling back but not frowning anymore either; he was never gonna survive this place if he kept yelling at all the other fre- mutants. “I’m Josh.” he said quietly, “And I think that’s a fair summation.” he paused a moment, “Thank you, though, I uhh, appreciate the apology.” It was more than he got from most people around here. He swallowed, something about the way the guy spoke… “Do you have a sister here?” he asked softly.
“It is nice to meet you, Josh.” Pietro made a mental note to remember the kid’s name. He always had trouble with names, he was more of a faces person. He couldn’t help the fleeting, proud smile when Josh confirmed that his summary was correct. “Of course. I am still learning to slow down.” As ironic as that was. “And deal with the whole school thing.” The words are thrown out with a casual shrug.
His smile only grew at the question, Pietro nodding as he spoke. “I do. My twin sister, Wanda. Can’t you see the similarity?” The sarcasm is not easily missed. “I am guessing the accent gave it away? That seems to be the popular answer.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seems like everyone has met my sister before me. Perhaps I need to get out more?”
“It’s not awful,” Wanda chuckled rolling her eyes as she finished her first donut, and slowly picked up the second, not entirely sure that she wanted to eat it yet, “Well I do not see what the problem is. But anyway, do you know if we’re going to get in trouble for eating these?”
Pietro stared at his twin, blinking slowly. “Yes. Yes, it is. Do we need to have this conversation again?” He huffed, setting the box to the side, eyes widening slightly at her second question. “That i a very good question.” There’s a pause. “I will let you know when I know the answer.”
“Nobody’ll ask,” she replied with a wide grin. Her eyes were wide and focused on the box of treats. She took two chocolate doughnuts and hesitated for a moment as she tried to think of how to carry three. She wouldn’t. “What’re you called silvers boy?— Wait is it REAL hair?”
“Problem solved then.” He chuckled, his gaze dropping to the box as he contemplated stealing another doughnut now…or he could save them for later…
Her question distracted him however, looking to her once again. The grin couldn’t be helped, her question was a common one. “Yes, it is real. Part of the mutation.” He brushed his hair out of his face. “I’m Pietro. I think I’d remember seeing you around before. You are new, yes?”
#;ariel #//okay i gotta say how much i love her already bLESS
“Wait, donuts and a confession… did I walk into an interrogation room?” Everett asked, feigning panic as he whipped his head around. But he looked back to Pietro with a grin, “Well, call me a newbie but I’m fairly sure it’s hard to outdo a speedster,” He then nodded to the remaining donut, “It’s just as well since I don’t like the maple ones. Give me glaze, chocolate, sprinkles or those ones with the raspberry jelly inside… pretty much any other one, any day of the week though.”
“Nope. Interrogation sounds tiring.” Pietro responded with a shrug, as if that were the only thing keeping this room from being an interrogation room. “Suit yourself. A donut is a donut. Unless they have peanut butter on them.” He muses, taking a bite. “Then they are a crime. Against humans and mutants alike.”
#;everett #//pietro 'ever the drama queen' maximoff
“Peanut butter is good for you Pietro, you can eat it,” Wanda chuckled as she took another bite of hers, “I don’t see how that would make a donut any worse.”
“I know I can.” He echoed, looking in the box of doughnuts, already choosing one to eat next. “I choose not to. Because it’s awful.” Pietro pulled a face, moving one such doughnut to the side, not so subtly nudging it in Wanda’s direction. “Plenty of things can go on doughnuts. Sprinkles, chocolate, sugar. Peanut butter should not be one of those things.”
#;wanda #'it's like you don't even know me at all wanda' 'pietro pls' 'i have no twin' #i feel like pietro is lowkey the most dramatic of the maximoffs #he's such a drama queen omg
“The kind of person-” Iri said, “who had already stole some when Professor Logan was first bringing them in.” E cheekily pulled a doughnut in a plastic baggie out of eir bag. As e took it out, e shook it a bit, and the pink frosting turned a soft purple. E bit into it, winking. “I’m Iridescent. Your sister’s my roommate.”
Pietro’s expression quickly shifted to barely concealed admiration. “Color me impressed.” A brow arched as he noticed the doughnut change color. “Pun slightly intended?” His mouth opened in a quiet ‘oh’, nodding. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a little bit about you but–” He pointed to the doughnut. “–how did you do that?”
#;iridescent #//pietro is just like 'aww yess aNOTHER TROUBLEMAKER'
“I was hoping that you still had some,” Wanda smiled, taking one of them and taking a huge bite of it, “Though I am a tiny bit surprised you didn’t eat them all already.”
Pietro paused mid-bite, eyes wide as he looked at Wanda, taking a moment to swallow the bite. “I was in the middle of it. But some of them have like–peanut butter or something on them and those are just….they’re just awful, Wanda.”
“Me. It was me,” Everett jokingly admitted without missing a beat. His eyes were still on his cellphone screen as he said this but an obvious grin appeared on his lips.
“I knew it. I just wasn’t expecting the confession to come so easily. I must be really good at this.” Pietro mused with a satisfied nod, moving to sit across from Everett, holding out a doughnut. “Missed one.”
“What’s the fun when you’re able to tell what I’m going to do or think - absolutely nothing.” Their dynamic was one he didn’t understand, but he did know they were roommates that were pretty playful and witty with their banter. He did also love Pietro’s hair, mostly because he wished he’d be able to pull it off. “We still going with you not eating them? Will it makes you happy if I play along - your happiness is..mostly important to me.” He teased, nudging him roommate while he was it. “So, have you caused in more trouble today or are you just getting started? I’m cool with either one but I’d love to be involved.”
“My happiness should be very important to you, Drake. I know where you sleep.” The threat was mostly playful, but this particular speedster was known for his capacity to cause mischief, pranks included. “Me? Cause trouble? I would never…..get caught doing such a thing.” It was technically not a lie, and Bobby likely knew that. While Pietro was initially hesitant about having a roommate, Bobby had definitely kept things interesting. “But why would I want you with me? You’d only slow me down.” Pietro grinned widely, shooting the other mutant a wink. “I will have you know, I have a day filled with shenanigans ahead of me, I must have forgotten to send you an invite. How unfortunate.”
Slowly Wanda took her brother’s hand, trying not to hold it too tightly as she was still a little shaky on her feet. She focused on her breathing, focused on the small things that would keep her from getting overwhelmed again. Focused on what was real. Or what she thought was real. Her clothes. The wind. Her brother. Those were easy enough to focus on. Easy enough to be constant.
“I heard there’s a lake,” Wanda nodded, her eyes lighting up a bit when he mentioned her sketchbook, “I think that I know where it is if you want to meet me there…” she offered, though the idea of heading off alone (even if it would only be for the few seconds it took her brother to get to her room and back) didn’t exactly sound like the best plan as she trailed off before asking him to grab her book and pencils, “Or we can just go there now.”
Pietro’s other hand came up to steady his sister if she needed it, brows furrowed as he watched her carefully. She seemed somewhat better now, and his smile became more relaxed once she agreed to go to the lake. In truth, the fresh air would do them both good. He was not used to the constant classes and he was beginning to get claustrophobic, ready to jump out of his skin.
He seemed to notice her unease when he mentioned leaving. “I just realized I do not know where the lake is myself.” He admitted with a quiet laugh, it was true. He had spent so much time exploring the building itself, he hadn’t really had time to branch to the outside. “It might be best to go together.” He held up his phone. “We can take pictures for you to draw from?” He wasn’t an artist–that was always Wanda’s talent, he was not sure if it would be the same. But it was an idea. He stepped to the side, gesturing behind him dramatically. “After you.”
“Nothing except I’ve known you our entire lives so I know that you took them,” she chuckled, “I don’t mind, but you’re clearly not innocent.”
“Shh, the past is in the past. It is time to forgive and forget, dearest sister.” There is a brief pause before Pietro holds out a small box, a couple of doughnuts left inside. “Especially because I am not above bribing you with tasty treats.”
Noah rolled his eyes, “That’s fine but can you just be quiet? Please?”
There was a pause, Pietro finally looking up at the other, a moment passed–two. With a sigh, he turned the volume down on his phone, the music becoming slightly softer. “I seem to have misplaced my headphones. Better?”
Iridescent had just been on eir way to the kitchen when e ran into him. “Oh!” e said, a bit surprised. “It’s alright, I wasn’t really hungry for donuts. Not that you ate them, of course.” e winked. “I haven’t seen you around.”
Pietro blinked in surprise. “What-” He paused, exhaling slowly beofre looking to the ceiling, clearly being a little too dramatic. “-what kind of person is not hungry for doughnuts?” His gaze dropped to the other, a brow arching. “Of course.” A pause. “I have not seen you either. I would remember such a cool mutation.” He chuckled, smiling widely. “I am…relatively new. My sister and I got here a couple of weeks ago. Pietro Maximoff. And you are?”
“But, you have one more maybe?” Ariel asked, noticing that he had something to eat. Processed sugars had become somewhat of an addiction since arriving. It was likely she ate most of the doughnuts herself. “And maybe you’d share– yes?”
“Hmm…” Pietro’s eyes narrowed slightly, feigning suspicion of the other before he sighed, reaching behind him to hold out a box of doughnuts. It was clearly depleted, but there were still several different kinds to chose from. “Only because you asked so nicely. If anyone asks-you did not get them from me.”
Everett facepalmed with an audible smack to his forehead and when he moved his hand away, he gave a roll of his eyes while shaking his head, “None taking,” he replied with an air of sarcasm. “But no, it’s not working. Unfortunately.” He really hadn’t the slightest clue how this was supposed to go, and even though he knew this was a large reason why he was invited to attend the school in the first place, it would be nice to at least know what it is that he did. His brows raised in interest to the other male, but glanced down at the slick grass and chuckled, “Yeah probably not… speed’s your thing, right? Unless you’re not Wanda’s brother and someone else with an accent like hers and hair like yours is here at the school…” Lifting his free hand to rub his neck, Everett reluctantly admitted, “Well that’s the thing… I’m not really sure what I can do. I think it’s weather manipulation like Professor Munroe but I don’t actually know…” It probably sounded stupid not to know when so many others at least knew what they could do, even if they couldn’t control it, and it always made Everett a little warm in his face to admit that he was an exception.
“That is unfortunate. I was hoping to see something cool.” He chuckled, gaze dropping to his feet. “But meeting someone new is a close second.” Another shrug, eyes suddenly rising to meet Everett’s at the mention of his ability. His mouth opened to ask how the other knew, but the answer came from him soon enough. “That is me.” He laughed, waving his hand in a small bow. “Pietro Maximoff, at your service. You have met my sister?” A brow arched, the speedster interested to hear what the other had to say about his twin. “That is what you are here for, yes? To learn? That is nothing to be ashamed of.” Pietro had met some students here just trying to figure everything out. Hell, there were people at the Brotherhood who were still learning their abilities–even Pietro didn’t know the full extent of his speed. “Weather manipulation does sound…complicated if it is your thing. Have you asked the professor?”
Lorna took a few steps closer to the taller man, but she made sure to remain at least a few feet away. She was intrigued by anyone that she bumped into while she was here, because she was sure they all wound up having some intriguing backstory. Especially the fact that this man had silver hair. It was quite odd at the very least. “Yeah but I needed to be open or someone might tell a professor that I would.” The green haired woman replied simply. “Yep. Brand spanking new. What’re your powers? Or is it just the hair?”
“Well-” His hands rose up in mock defense, wide grin plastering his features. “-I am not the type of person to tattle.” It was true–mostly because he was in trouble himself. Blue eyes directed upwards at the mention of his hair, a quiet chuckle coming from Pietro as his brows raised. “It is not just the hair. I’m fast.” He paused, grin becoming mischievous as he disappeared, a trail of blue and white wisps left behind. A moment passed before he reappeared, leaning against the door frame, apple in each hand. “Very fast.” He tossed one to Lorna before taking a bite of his own. “What about you? Is the hair part of yours as well?”
Josh kept his gaze down, even amongst all the freaks in this place his looked got people staring and whispering when they first saw him… God knows what this guy was gonna say.
When he did speak Josh’s eyes widened a little, but it lasted only a second before they were narrowed and he spoke without thinking, “Easy for you to say, you don’t have it.” He looked completely normal. He could leave this school and walk down the street without people; Josh’s head dropped even further after the words escaped, great now he was getting snappy with a guy with was bigger them him… real smart. “I-it’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll figure something out.”
Pietro simply blinked at the other’s words, taking a step back, brows furrowing slightly. He’d spent so much time around ‘mutant and proud’, he forgot that there were people who would rather hide their mutation. When he spoke, his words were more hesitant. “I see.”
His demeanor was quick to shift back to a more…mild version of normal. There was more space between the two now, but Pietro didn’t seem upset with the other student, just more cautious now. “That is a fair point.” He responded, offering a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought. “Suit yourself.” There was an awkward pause. “I’m Pietro, by the way. I apologize. I’ve been told I can be…” Fingers snapped as he tried to think of the right word. “…forward.”
#;josh #//these two are polar opposites so far and i lOVE IT
“There’s no way in hell I believe you. I’m also very offended none were brought to me. I thought we had a deal here. ” He shook his head. “This sounds very similar to when I “didn’t” freeze the guy’s hands together for a moment so we could eat for free that one time. Total coincidence.”
Pietro gasped. “I expected more trust from my roommate.” There was a roll of his eyes. “Yes, but our deal only applies to our own snacks. These might have been someone else’s–therefore they do not apply. Clearly. If I were to have eaten them, of course.” Which he absolutely did not. “It was cold that day. Anyone’s hands could have been frozen.” Pietro replies with a shrug and a wave of his hand. “It just happened to be beneficial to us.”
“Clearly.” He repeated with a smirk. “Now you must teach me your ways. Will you be my life coach, Pietro?” He looked over his class notes one last time and then back up at the other. “Want to get something to eat?”
Pietro placed a hand against his chest. “Do you even know me at all? I am always ready to get something to eat.” He chuckled, moving from his chair, arms stretching languidly. “You know-as much as I would love to be your life coach, there are some skills you just can’t teach, JC.”
Wanda slowly listened to her brother’s voice, looking over again just to be sure that there was truly nobody there. She hated it, not knowing if things were real or if she was making them up and having no idea how to tell the difference. And she had been doing so good, only to have any progress that she had thought that she’d made once again slipping away.
The switch to Serbian was jarring, enough to give her something new to focus on as she blinked a few times processing the words as she nodded at his suggestion. Anywhere seemed better than where they were. “Not the town,” Wanda replied, switching to her native language, “There are too many people. I just want to go somewhere quiet.”
Pietro hated when Wanda got like this–he hated feeling helpless about the situation. He wanted to help but he knew he could only do so much. They shouldn’t have left-shouldn’t have moved so suddenly. But he quickly snapped his focus back to the current situation, nodding at his sister’s words.
He would do what he could. That was enough. He repeated it over and over.
“Come on.” Pietro stood to his feet, offering Wanda a hand to help her to her feet. “I do not think we’ve fully explored the grounds and I was told there was a lake nearby. Might be fun to draw. I could get your sketchbook?” It was offered with a smile.
Noah was busy working on his school work when he got distracted by someone in the room making some kind of noise. “I don’t want to be rude but I’m almost positive there are other places you could be besides here?”
“Most certainly. But I am comfortable right here.” Pietro responded, having yet to even look at the other.