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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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She slowly rose to her feet, slipping once before she was able to right herself. The world spun uncomfortably and one step forward had her palms and knees on the slick roof surface. There was some snow to add friction but it was harder when you've been drinking for the last hour.
"I'm coming."
Very slowly.
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"I can help you swing through the window I climbed out of, it's only a couple feet down from the edge. How'd you even get up here anyway?" If he'd missed a door or something in the roof, he was going to feel really stupid.
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"The wood pile." It was a lot higher since people were storing up wood for the winter and it climbed half way up the first floor before stopping. "I can swing in through the window." She was fairly sure that it was the ice, not being drunk, that had caused her to slip.
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Keeping her steady, Clint lead her over to the edge of the roof and the window he'd shimmied out of, pausing at the edge of the roof to get her positioned correctly for the maneuver so she wouldn't go plummeting to the ground below. "Okay, just turn around - you're gonna lower yourself, I'll hold on to you, and walk your feet down the wall until you get to the window. Then you can find the sill and just swing in, it's pretty easy." To prepare for this, Clint sat down himself, completely ignoring the snow and ice that remained on the roof, and braced himself well to keep her from falling. "Go ahead, I've got you."
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It was soft, patient and understanding but Wanda wanted to declare that she could do this herself. She didn't need help. The only flaw with that declaration was that Wanda did need help. The world around her tilted uncomfortably on its side while her vision tunneled into a line. She had drunk that whole bottle and she hadn't had enough food to shrug off the affects of the alcohol.
"I can do it." She was trying to convince herself more than Clint.
She paused and turned towards Clint. Each motion was exaggerated as Wanda took his hands and began to scale down the wall. One foot after the other, until she made it to the windowsill. Her foot slipped on her last step and her leg slipped into the window forcing her to let go of Clint's hand and fall the rest of the way inside. It wasn't a graceful landing but it was safe and the inn was warm.
A second later Wanda stepped out of the way, allowing Clint space to follow without hitting her.
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Complete bullshit, all of it.
Clint didn't respond to that claim, not giving her a skeptical look like he would at any other point - he was still too worried about her, too concerned with her memory loss, to fall back into their usual half-jibe banter that was so easy for the two of them. But he didn't move and he didn't lower his hands, gripping her arms when she offered them and bending to lower her down and make sure she didn't fall. He almost jumped when she slipped, trying to grip harder to stop her from plummeting to the ground, but fortunately her foot found that purchase and she tumbled in the window where he wanted her to go. Trying to slow his suddenly racing heart at the near-miss, Clint turned himself to take the edge of the roof in both hands and follow her, ignoring the way the melting ice and snow bit into his palms as he did.
His own landing was a lot better than hers - he did end up on both feet, as opposed to sprawled on the floor, brushing a trace of snow from his jacket as he did so. Looking at her, gauging her level of sobriety and general coherency, he was almost tempted to tell her to stay in one of the free rooms of the inn overnight instead of trying to take her home. But he knew if he did that, he'd be fretting all night, and probably trying to sleep against her door. "You okay?"
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She looked over at Clint before nodding her head softly.
"I'm fine." She was getting tired of hearing that question. No, not hearing it but seeing the look in Clint's eyes. He shouldn't be that worried about her. No one should be.
Wanda closed her eyes before pushing herself away from the wall and taking a step forward. She wavered some but stayed on her feet.