semihero_pietro: (Comic Throwback)
Pietro Maximoff ([personal profile] semihero_pietro) wrote2007-03-05 02:14 pm
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The Casual Observer : RP for [livejournal.com profile] tm_magneto

Takes place a few days after Pietro got to have dinner with Wanda, Overhearing some interesting things in a supermarket, and probably a day after Pyro roasted the bunny.

Pietro read the newspaper and sighed, tossing it onto the table. He sat outside a small London cafe, sipping his coffee while watching the people walk by. Of course, he wasn't really watching the people. Dressed as he was, he blended in with the other people. Just another European skinny white boy dressed in jeans and a hoodie, sipping coffe. Almost commonplace.

Of course, there was a skicap on in place of the hood, hiding the silver hair from the people passing by. It was the one thing that would make him stand out, especially in a time where Magneto was once again finding himself on the front page of every newspaper across the country.

If only the people of London knew that he was living in the little place across the street from where Pietro sat, watching the doorway.

He was pretty certain that someone in the Brotherhood had seen him, but no one had approached him. And obviously no one had told his father, otherwise he was sure Magneto would have cornered him down by now.

But after what happened in Missouri, Pietro figured that it might be nice to give a little visit to his father. And find out what the hell he was thinking.

OOC

[identity profile] john-ispyro.livejournal.com 2007-03-05 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
*laughs*

How come everyone is so focused on that bunny? *grin* It amuses me so.

[identity profile] tm-magneto.livejournal.com 2007-03-06 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
It was Mastermind, who told him about Pietro. That he'd been outside the house, tailing Magneto. Watching. Mastermind had offered to detain him, but Magneto had declined.

He wasn't sure what his son wanted. But a few days after Rogue left to return to X-Corp, he decided to find out.

He went over to the small cafe, and stood by his son. He was dressed simply, in a long wool jacket and a hat, distinctive features also obscured. People walked by, oblivious.

"Hello, son."

OOC

[identity profile] erikscordelia.livejournal.com 2007-03-06 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi - I just want to *fangirl* you two because I've been watching this thread for the past hour or so and am truly enjoying it :)