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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It's still new to Steve, the way that this place works and what happens here. People suddenly having rabbit ears or losing their voices from picking fruit, or the latest, a feast showing up out of nowhere... These were the things that happened in storybooks or science fiction movies, not in real life. Yet here he was, and no Mary and Danny had joined him as well. It was strange and disconcerting.

Walking through town he's not sure what made him look up, but seeing Wanda sitting up on the roof of the inn was also strange and disconcerting, but in a completely different way. This was something that Steve was at least somewhat familiar with. Finding his way up to the roof, Steve had to wonder how long she'd been here, but more importantly why.

He didn't want to scare her so he made sure to make enough noise as he came to the edge a several feet down from where she was. Without looking at her, instead he made a show of looking down each side of the street, he asked, "You've got a good view up here, mind if I join you?

Wanda saw Steve as he climbed up towards the roof. Even without memories of this village or her powers, she had grown up in a war zone. If you didn't pay attention, you didn't survive. When she spoke she gestured at the roof without speaking. She didn't think that she needed to say anything to invite him to sit down.

As he took a seat, Wanda took a long drink of her bottle. The alcohol pleasantly burned the back of her throat while her shoulders began to relax.

After a few minutes she finally spoke. "I don't remember you." Her accent was thicker than it had been when they first met. "I don't remember this village." She took another sip. "Or where my brother is." Wanda paused, pushing her long hair over her shoulder. "I can't remember anything." It was obvious to her that something was wrong but she didn't know what that something was. She was pass the point of panic and almost resigned to sit and drink until something came back to her.

It felt like there was a void inside of her head and when she tried to grasp it, it slipped away. Everything was familiar and yet she none of it was in her memories.

Sitting down, Steve looks out over the street, remaining quiet. He doesn't feel the need to fill the silence and is content, at least for now, to wait and see if she wants to talk. When she does he turns his head to look in her direction.

Thinking back to their conversation, Steve searches his memory if she had mentioned a brother. He doesn't believe that she did. If she had one here, he had no idea of who that might be. Not all that long ago, Steve would have thought it unlike that siblings could be here. Now that his sister was here though, and Danny too, his views were altering significantly.

"You remember you have a brother at least, that's a something." He bites his lower lip a moment in debate, then continues. "Would it help if I told you it was just something about this place that was causing it? That it was only a temporary issue." Hopefully. He had no proof that it was something long lasting but other things he'd seen had seemed to get better with time. Although he hadn't been here long enough to know if that was across the table or if there was a process or test involved with regaining what was lost.

Wanda didn't talk about her twin brother very often. It wasn't a difficult subject but it rarely came up in day-to-day conversation. There was a time when a version of her brother had been in the nameless village. It had been confusing but before Wanda could decide how she felt, he had vanished. She had no memory of that time or of her brother's death during the fight with Ultron. She hadn't come to terms with that loss and now . . . now she wished she knew where he was. Something was wrong. It was easy to figure out that much but she didn't know what it was. Her last memory was of her and her brother, living in Sokovia; before the Avengers, before Ultron, before Hydra's experiments. They had no one else in the world and, without him, she was alone.

She looked at the bottle in her hand, rotating it slowly before taking another drink. Wanda had started drinking at a young age; a byproduct of growing up without her parents. Sokovia had a cold climate. Alcohol warmed you and it was easy to steal.

"No." She answered honestly, finding no reason to lie to the stranger sitting next to her. "My brother- would never leave my side." Wanda took another sip. "We're all the other has."

Light green eyes cast out at the frozen village around them. This place reminded her so much of Sokovia but it wasn't home. Home was where her brother was. "Do you know what it feels like- to have your heart ripped from your chest? To feel a part of yourself die?" Her eyes looked back to her drink. She was running out. "That's what it feels like. Even temporary. The pain doesn't go away." It only becomes easier to ignore.

"I do," Steve says with a quiet nod. And she's right as far as he's concerned. That sort of pain never goes away no matter how many years go by. It's always there, just under the surface. Truthfully it's a big part of why Steve likes to keep busy at all times, it helps with the ignoring.

"What's your brother's name?" If Steve knew who he was he'd go find him on her behalf. From the way she described, he'd likely be looking for her by now. Likely worried. "I'm still fairly new here, so a description wouldn't go amiss either." He may not know everyone by name but he could recognize them by a description. "It's possible he's not here though. We were brought here by beings unknown. There's not always rhyme or reason who they've taken."

"Pietro."

She cleared her throat. "That's his name. If he were here... then he'd be with me." If he was in the village he wouldn't leave her like this, not without telling her where he was. "He's my twin. A little taller than me, pale with lighter hair." It went without saying that they had the same accent.

It hurt... knowing he wasn't with her. That he might be gone.

That description didn't sound familiar to Steve, at least no one instantly jumped out at him and now that he thought about it, her accent was uniquely hers here. Still, he's not about to take hope away from her as well, even though he fully expects she's already aware that he's not here.

"Sometimes when things can't be ignored, it helps to talk. I can be a good listener if you want to tell me about him. Your brother." People to people interactions aren't Steve's strong suit, but he's trying. "He sounds like an admirable man. Someone you could trust and depend on. A good brother. Was he older or younger?" He hopes the question might help to get her started should she wish to talk.

Wanda knew that her brother wasn't here. If he was, then he would be with her now. It was a fact and something that Wanda not only knew but felt in her heart. He wasn't here and he wouldn't be coming to find her...

She exhaled a short breath, watching as the liquor shifted in her bottle. "He's rash and quick to get angry. He's always protecting me and reminding me that he's a few minutes older than me." Wanda didn't mind Steve's lack of social skills, she wasn't particularly skilled at talking to people either. "He is admirable. We're twins."

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