sixthiterationlogs | 008 Who are you? [OPEN]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: All Over
WHEN: November 10th – 22th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Mentions of traumatic events.

At first it was small things. Wanda forgot names and faces of those she met in the village. Something would remind her again but each day was harder. Her memories had become unclear and it took a specific question or comment to pluck a memory into focus. After a few minutes into a conversation she'd remember someone but the memory would slip away a moment later. Then she started to forget events. How long had she been in the village? It was almost a year or was it a few months. The sun wasn't going down... the fireflies... drowning. Wanda was acting strange but managed to keep her thoughts and concerns to herself. It was only after the feast that everything got worse.

November 11th - 12th | House 20

That morning, Wanda couldn't remember where she was. She woke up in her room but it was unfamiliar to her. Panic jolted through her limbs as she scrambled to get dressed and pack a bag to take with her. She didn't know where she was going but she felt like she couldn't stay here. Wanda packed a change of clothes, a bottle of whiskey that she didn't remember steeling from the feast and some food. With her backpack slung over her shoulder she crept out of the room and down the hall towards the front area of the house.

Wanda wasn't aware that Clint lived there too or that he was out that morning. All she knew was that she had to get out of here, get somewhere safe. When she stepped onto the front porch she paused.

"Where am I?" She muttered the words to herself before fleeing out of the house and into the closest patch of trees.

November 13th - 16th | Forest

Surviving; that was what Wanda had to do. She moved through the forest, tracing her way back to town in order to swipe things from a few of the houses and inn. She could be found hunting or searching for a place to sleep in one of the broken or abandoned houses. There were flashes of memories now but they were fleeting, like sand shifting and falling through her fingers. Her memories had no context and it was starting to drive her crazy.

"I am an Avenger!" She shouted at the tree before punching it hard with her fist. Then the memory slipped away and Wanda felt a new kind of panic rise through her.

"Pietro? Where are you?" Her voice shook. There were hazy imagines. Her brother was shot, he needs her help, but then those images would be forgotten.

Her brother would never leave her side. Not like this. Where was he?

November 22nd | Inn Roof

Wanda didn't know what was going on anymore. She knew that she wasn't in Sokovia, despite the cold weather, but she couldn't remember anything else. Had Hydra done this?

A list of unanswered questions filtered through her head as she sat on the roof of the inn. She liked listening to the people bustling around below her, it made her feel a little less alone. Her memories were hazy and unclear and if she focused on something for too long it would be even harder to recall. She wanted to scream and yell but she didn't even know who to blame.

She popped the lid to the whiskey bottle she had stolen and drank. It wouldn't help but maybe for a few hours she'd be numb to the pain that was welling inside of her. It took a lot for Wanda to get drunk but she knew that this bottle would do it. She would also be sleeping on the roof for the night, nestled in the snow that had been left after the storm.

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[ooc: If you want to interact with Wanda while she's experiencing any of the past events in 6i, you are welcome too. She's been around for awhile and can get stuck in remembering that something is happening when it isn't. These memories would happen before the 10th but I'm totally open to it.
Her tread tracker has the posts for those events if it interests you and you'd like ideas.

You are also welcome to tag at any point in the prompts.]

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At first, she hadn't heard her name being called. She told herself that it was only the wind. There was no one here who would call out to her. No one in this strange place . . . Beverly called Wanda's name again and she felt her run slow as she turned to find the source of the voice. Wanda was panting softly, inhaling the crisp air between uneven gasps of breath.

Who was this woman?

Something inside of Wanda's head told her that she should know. It was important but the memory slipped through her fingers like fine sand. "Stay away from me!" She shouted before Beverly got too close, ready to bolt into the nearby forest. She was close and she knew that she could lose the woman in the thickness of the trees.

It's the lack of memory that startles Beverly the most. They might not have known each for that long, only a couple of months, but it's been long enough to forge a very strong friendship. Or at least it's been extremely strong on Beverly's side and she'd thought Wanda had felt the same. Especially given she and CLint had invited Beverly to live with them. But maybe she'd been wrong.

She doesn't think so, though, and it's that thought that has her stopping short and holding her hands up.

"It's me. It's Beverly," she calls out as calmly and normally as she can. "What happened? Are you all right?"

Wanda took another step back. She could hear her heartbeat quicken as a nervous tension fluttered through her. Her hands flexed but when she called to her powers they didn't respond.

"What?" She breathed out the word. "I don't know anyone named Beverly." She replied as that nervous flutter began to grow.

Wanda looked like an animal, waiting for the right moment to flee.

Something is obviously wrong. The more Wanda says, the more Beverly thinks the Observers have gotten involved. Again. If she can just keep calm long enough to convince Wanda that she's not a threat long enough to get her home, she can wait it out until Clint gets back.

"It's okay. I'm just a friend. Do you remember anything? Do you know where you are?"

Wanda was like a bird. One wrong move and she'd flutter off without a glance behind her. She looked as if she was ready to run but waiting for Beverly to give her a reason.

"No. I'm-" Her voice cut off and for the first time she looked at the house behind Beverly and the village beyond that. This wasn't right. She was supposed to be . . . where was she supposed to be? Wakanda? No. That wasn't right. New York?

Memories faded as Wanda grappled to find a context. Sokovia. She was supposed to be in Sokovia with her- The thought cut abruptly. "Where is pietro?" If this woman was her friend then she'd know where her brother was. He had to be with her. He would never leave her side; not when she needed him.

Nothing is right and the longer they stand there talking, the less Wanda seems to remember. But talking is all Beverly has at the moment. If she were on a starship or anywhere with Federation technology, she would be able to call Clint to help. Technology is, sadly, something they are all lacking.

So she does the only thing she can. She keeps trying.

"I'm sorry. I've never met anyone with that name. If he's important to you, we can try to find him." Even if she doesn't quite know where to look.

Wanda felt her shoulders tense as her fingers curled into fists at her side. "Then you don't know me." It had always been her and her brother. There was no way that someone who knew her wouldn't also know who her brother was.

She called on her powers... and felt nothing.

Panic shot through Wanda and she felt herself backing away. She didn't remember Beverly and she didn't know what the other woman would do or had done but somehow Wanda was without her powers.

"What's going on?" She asked, her voice tense. "Tell me now."

"If I knew, I would," Beverly says in that same even tone. "Do you not remember being here or the Observers? Likely they're responsible for doing this." For the amnesia as well as bringing Wanda here in the first place.

"Let's head back inside until Clint gets back. Or we could go looking for him. Do you remember him?"

"The Observers?" Wanda asked, her tone very much implying that she had no idea what Beverly was talking about.

She felt a pressure against her temple, not pain but it was uncomfortable and without warning Wanda felt another memory fade and slip away. Her finger slipped through her long dark hair, clinging to her scalp as if that might hold everything in place.

"No!" Wanda growled the word, her light green eyes glaring at Beverly. "I'm not going back there." That home... something about it was unsettling.

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