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Jan. 22nd, 2008 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semihero_pietroooc: because I said I would get it up eventually :)
Pietro was fully aware that there were other homo-superiors on Genosha, working to rebuild the island again. Mike, however, had invited him to stay and work, and so he did.
In some ways, it was nice to be able to just forget about the past, and get back to doing things that meant something. Like he was now, working on getting another hospital back up and running. There were a few collapsed wings that needed rubble cleared out. After that, rebuild, check the equipment, and rewire to get everything going again.
And of course then to find staff to work there.
It was a never-ending process. Especially on the land where the Legacy virus was still active among very small clans of mutates that had not been exposed to the cure. Pietro had made sure to have a good stock of it on hand, just in case it was needed. He hoped to any god listening that they wouldn't.
At this point, Pietro was running around the area in a circle, creating a tornado to lift the rubble from the area and toss them safely into the ocean. He'd stop after a bit and get a rest while the rest of the team went in and checked the structure and cleared a new running path for the mutant to work with.
Not really hiding who he was this way, but so far no one had really come out and done the whole "Magnus-Son" bit at him, which was a relief. He could only hope it stayed that way.
Pietro was fully aware that there were other homo-superiors on Genosha, working to rebuild the island again. Mike, however, had invited him to stay and work, and so he did.
In some ways, it was nice to be able to just forget about the past, and get back to doing things that meant something. Like he was now, working on getting another hospital back up and running. There were a few collapsed wings that needed rubble cleared out. After that, rebuild, check the equipment, and rewire to get everything going again.
And of course then to find staff to work there.
It was a never-ending process. Especially on the land where the Legacy virus was still active among very small clans of mutates that had not been exposed to the cure. Pietro had made sure to have a good stock of it on hand, just in case it was needed. He hoped to any god listening that they wouldn't.
At this point, Pietro was running around the area in a circle, creating a tornado to lift the rubble from the area and toss them safely into the ocean. He'd stop after a bit and get a rest while the rest of the team went in and checked the structure and cleared a new running path for the mutant to work with.
Not really hiding who he was this way, but so far no one had really come out and done the whole "Magnus-Son" bit at him, which was a relief. He could only hope it stayed that way.
