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[23 Jan 2012|04:50pm] |
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Everyone else was busy shopping, at lessons, or getting important work done when Giovanna called Sengai's room. "I need a minor favor. Could you come down to the back entrance?"
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[14 Sep 2011|05:00pm] |
One of the private lines rang at the consulate. Giovanna answered the phone.
"Genoshan Consulate. Giovanna Bennet speaking. How can I help you?"
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| Quieter Moments. |
[06 Aug 2011|11:35pm] |
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"So Rikki had some trouble hearing all that, understandably, but she calmed down enough to accept the facts, asnd then we had sparring time," Gio told Andrew, standing behind him as he finished something at his desk. "Sengai was a gentleman and called for breaktime when Rikki was pushed to her limit. I think he's really trying to be a team player, as it were." She continued, conversationally, as her fingers kneaded into the back of his neck and part of his shoulders.
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| AU: Demons run when a good man goes to war. |
[27 Jun 2011|07:03pm] |
Father was dead, but there was no time for the family to cry. Magneto was dead, but there was no time for the nation to grieve. The survival of their country was at risk.
So Giovanna walked into the room where her angel was sitting in conference with others, trying to keep Genosha as stable as concievable at this point.
"Sir," she said, formally. "Our allies have a large number of HYDRA and AIM operatives under arrest, but several of the leaders escaped and are rallying their forces...in Russia."
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| AU: Requiescat |
[05 Jun 2011|09:36pm] |
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Andrew had to watch, safe and sound, from their suite. She looked up at the news cameras as she pulled one of the Dark Riders away from a civilian. "I won't come for you," she shouted to the camera. "Not with the thralls of the False God. Angelo, take them out of the city!" Her eyes stayed locked on the camera even as her knife and her electric blasts were taking things down. "Forgive me, mon ange." And then there was nothing but antiquated French curses, until the end.
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| Practice |
[09 May 2011|12:22pm] |
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Giovanna showed up at the room they'd arranged for Sengai. She'd leant him some recordings of news footage that helped illustrate key points in the mutant-human situation -- showing mutant monsters like the False God as well as the ignorant human mobs. Andrew wanted even-handedness; she could do even-handedness. She knocked.
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| Flashback: 10 years ago. |
[23 Oct 2010|03:41am] |
Giovanna stood, plaited pigtails blowing in the breeze, and sighed loudly. Father had said that it was Very Important to make Andrew Summers feel welcome.
So she had made sure to invite him for the relay races they were doing in the little playground, which was being reconstructed after all the fighting.
But he had said 'No, thank you.' He was reading a book. Not even a book with fencing in it. Just a regular book.
Well. That was it. You couldn't ask a girl to try to reason with a boy who preferred a regular book to a good relay race. So she'd go make sure her team won that, and check on him later just to make sure he wasn't feeling unwelcome or anything.
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| Flashback: Nine years ago. |
[14 Oct 2009|07:17am] |
Father came home just before bedtime, and although Giovanna might be getting a little old for bedtime stories, she wanted this one. "Another emergency, Father?" There were so many lately.
"There certainly was," Paris Bennet said as he tucked his daughter in. "A princess captured and controlled by a witch."
A concerned look. "Did you set the witch's soul on fire?" Giovanna asked earnestly. She sure hoped so. It was always too bad, of course, when mutants had to hurt other mutants...just not as bad as letting bad people get away with it.
An approving smile. "As best I was able, ma petite. We did what we could. And the 'princess' is safe. She may join the Cause."
"That's good." A pause for thought. "Is He happy? A litle happy, anyway?"
"Yes, Giovanna. He is fairly happy," another smile, quickly returned. "Now you must go to sleep."
"Yes, Father. Good night."
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| "Rise tomorrow very early, earlier than today, and do the best that you are able". |
[09 Oct 2009|01:49am] |
Another dawn. Another two glasses, ice water and apple juice, for each of them. Another practice session. Since the days she was in plaited pigtails, only the intensity of the workout has changed. That and the necessity of maintaining her psychic defenses. Paris Bennet made it clear that if his daughter wanted the privacy appropriate to her age, she would have to keep good mental shields up during these sessions, because a real opponent would not respect anything. The countless little embarrassments which would result from slipping up were quite a motivator to work on it.
And finally, as the swords are put away, she's standing near-exhausted, but standing straight.
"Well done, Giovanna," he gives her an encouraging nod. "Breakfast in half an hour."
"See you then, Father."
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| From Giovanna's Notebook. |
[06 Oct 2009|11:57pm] |
There are only two creatures of value on the face of this earth: those with a commitment, and those who require the commitment of others.
Good line. For a foreigner.
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[04 Oct 2009|07:36pm] |
Giovanna got up at dawn, as usual. After the standard workout with Father and breakfast, she washed up and gathered her books. Her eyes lingered a little on her face in the mirror as she put on lip gloss. Not that how she looked mattered at all, of course. There were much more important things with which to concern themselves. Much.
Giovanna stood holding the books, let it all build up, communicated to Father where she would be, finally let herself flare up, vanish... and appear outside Andrew's door, within clear sight of the usual security measures.
She knocked politely.
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