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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-12 10:00 am
scepterschild) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-11-12 10:00 am
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.
Wild Card
[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.]
WHERE: All Over
WHEN: November 10th – 22th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Mentions of traumatic events.
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.
"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?
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.
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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"And how do I know you?" Her voice sounded more sad than it did tense. This Wanda was a little bit different from the girl that Bucky knew.
She nodded towards the space next to her. "Sit." If hew knew her, then Wanda wanted to know what he knew.
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Inhaling slowly, he approaches further, carefully with the knowledge that he’s a stranger to her in the present moment, and settles down beside her, a sigh slipping free as he lowers himself.
“Long story. You’re... A friend of a friend.” The truth, now that Wanda’s own declaration of friendship on the day of his arrival has been negated. “When I ended up here, you offered your help. Haven’t really been able to return it though.”
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She searched back, wondering if she'd offer a friend of a friend help. Probably. She wanted to help but most of the time she didn't know how. She didn't have the power to protect anyone and she had no memory of her dealings with Hydra.
The hand holding her bottle tilted to the side as Wanda thoughtfully watched the liquid in the container shift. "Help me now." Her voice was very soft when she spoke while her accent was thicker than when she had first arrived in the lonely unnamed village. "Tell me what you know about me?"
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“Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. You were...taken in by a Hydra operative. Strucker. I don’t know the full details of that part, but I know you and your brother were aligned with his motives at some point or another. While continuing with the initiative to wipe out Hydra’s existence entirely, the Avengers came into conflict with Strucker, and he had the two of you attack them.”
A pause as he takes another slow breath. “Then it. Gets a bit messy. Long story short, Sokovia was...nearly destroyed by something entirely unrelated, and you and your brother fought to save your homeland alongside the rest of the Avengers. As much as all of your could, anyway. Thousands died regardless, your brother included.”
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"My brother is dead?" The other details were noted and filed away but they felt insignificant compared to the fate of her brother. She felt that empty piece of her heart ache from the lost memory.
This place might be able to fuck with her mind but it can't change those lingering feelings left inside of her. When he brother had died, a piece of her died with him. There was no giving that back, even with the memory of his death taken from her. It was that piece of information that told Wanda that Bucky was telling her the truth.
That was enough.
She wanted to be mad but she didn't know who to blame. She couldn't remember. Instead she was left with her sadness and the bottle that was clasped tightly in her hand.
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Nodding, he licks his out of nervous habit before responding, “Sorry. Not the best thing to hear. But, well...”
His eyes drop to the bottle, her hand grasping it firmly, the one thing likely grounding her right now.
“Don’t want to lie to you.” He looks away again, back out in front of them. “You’ve had enough people doing that all your life. You don’t need another.”
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"No. Thank you for telling me." It wasn't an easy thing to hear or to say. Death was never easy.
Wanda took another long sip of her drink. "I didn't know I had honest friends." She didn't know that she had friends. At this point in her life it was her and her brother. They were locked in their own world. She hadn't expected anything of those outside of that world.
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The latter remark earns a short, dry laugh.
“Y’know, I think there’s a shortage of that pretty normally anyway.” He runs his hand through his hair and sits back a bit. “That friend of mine you knew first is one of those too, though. Maybe even a better one. He was...here. For a bit. But he’s gone now.”
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"A better friend?" There is no hiding the disbelief in her voice.
"I don't think I deserve people like that." Wanda couldn't stop thinking of her brother. It had always been the two of them but she had failed him. She brought the bottle of liquor to her lips and took a long sip before offering it to Bucky.
"Want some?"
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“Why would you say that?”
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"I've done nothing to deserve it." She was a child born of war and it was in war that she had thrived. Someone like that didn't deserve kindness or friendship. All she had needed was her brother, the two of them against the world, but she's somehow lost that.
"I've killed and fought. Does that person deserve a friend?" Wanda looked over at him. Her eyes colder than the Wanda that Bucky had come to know in the village.