001 Arrival Post

[scepterschild]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Fountain & Around
WHEN: February 12th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE!
WARNINGS: Threatening people in the first post.
STATUS: CLOSED

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Fountain; Very Early Morning

Wanda pushed her way from the fountain, a noticeable frown tugging at her lips as she moved. She was soaked, it was freezing and she had no idea how she got here. Moving quickly, Wanda pulled the backpack from her shoulders and rummaged through its contents. She didn't know what she was expecting to find but she was grateful to see a set of dry clothes stashed inside. After making sure that there wasn't anyone watching, Wanda began to strip off the wet layers and pull on what she had found.

Her movements were quick as she pulled the pale gray scrubs over her head. Any sound or inclination of another person would cause her focus to shift. She'd quickly turn towards her new company, red mist snapping an icicle from nearby shooting it towards the stranger.

Wanda would stop her attack just before striking. She wanted answers.

Around; Mid-Day

Wanda took the time to explore the village; learning the few threads of information that were available as well as who else was around. Her powers felt different, distant, and her tests to use them confirmed that a large fraction of her strength had been taken from her. It was frustrating and it pulled at the strands of tension that gathered beneath her breastbone.

She didn't like feeling like a rat in a cage.

She meandered through the village and around it's outskirts, her eyes inspecting for details that might offer a clue that others have missed. Wanda was familiar with cold weather and snow; neither deterred her from having a look around however she didn't wander very far.

Near the Inn; Night Sky

As the afternoon drifted away from Wanda she began to noticed the intensity of the lights stretching across the sky. She's seen auroras in the past. They were streaks of light that curled like brilliant ocean waves against the dark contrast of night. She had hoped to see the stars but the auroras were shining like a second sun, efficiently hiding anything else from sight.

"Hmm?" Her tone was soft, her chin tilted up to stare at the sky. "How is it that people sleep."

Wanda knew she should sleep but her thoughts were heavy and distracting. The auroras gave her something to focus on and for the moment she wanted that distraction.

Comments

[scepterschild]

"So I've been told." Wanda didn't fear lighting.

Her powers were weaker than before but she could produce small shields and she believed that she could protect herself if she had too. It was Thor's alarm at the lightning that had shaken her the most but she's had time to sort through that feeling and bury it.

"It's strange." She rose her fingers into the air creating a red spark between her finger tips. "These lights might be a source of something." Something that was making it harder to access her abilities.

[powerunleashed]

"Yeah, I figure it's some kind of mutant or something. They have to have at least two - there's one that's suppressing everyone's powers and one that's causing this lightning."

A mutant with this kind of nullification was bound to be part of someone's sick experiment. How better to eliminate the perceived threat of mutant kind than to develop a vaccine against it?

[scepterschild]

"Mutant?" Wanda mused softly, turning the word over in her head. It could be but that wouldn't explain Thor. If Steve was here, would his strength be affected too? There was so much that Wanda didn't know.

"Perhaps. Where does everyone's powers come from?" She turned towards Jean, regarding the girl seriously. "Can one person effect so many sources at once?" She took a scientific approach, leaving each variable separate. It was the only way that Wanda could keep her thoughts straight and organized though it didn't really help her with answers.

[powerunleashed]

"I was born like this. My mutation manifested when I was nine," Jean said. That was early, for a lot of mutants, but she was a particularly powerful one. Some mutants didn't manifest until they were a lot older, around puberty.

"Were you born with your powers? Have you always been able to do what you can do?"

[scepterschild]

"Some are born and some are made." Wanda rolled her shoulders in a shrug. It didn't look like she cared to explain more than that and it wasn't completely clear if she was talking about herself or someone else.

Thor had been born a god and Steve had been made. Heroes came with many different histories. Wanda's had been rather painful and there were times she wondered if those tests twisted her more than she realized.

[powerunleashed]

"Made? I don't think I've ever heard of a mutant being made." Then again, there had been that laboratory at Alkali Lake. What had Stryker been doing there? He hated mutants - could he be making them there too? It was something to ask Logan.

"I've just...always been like this. I've never known anything different."

[scepterschild]

"It's different for everyone." She replied softly, not particularly wanting to sink into the details of her own experiences. It was a dark time and the events weren't pleasant.

Wanda exhaled a slow breath. "I might try sleeping." She hesitated, pausing and looking at Jean. "Will you be alright?"

[powerunleashed]

"What? Yeah, I'm going to be just fine," Jean promised her. It was exhausting to come up through the fountain, after all, and she would understand needing to rest. She'd slept for a whole day or so after coming in.

"Do you need anything else? I can get you anything you might need. I'm not the best at welcoming newcomers but I want to give it my best shot."

[scepterschild]

Wanda smiled softly. "I'm fine." She took a few steps before turning back towards Jean. "Thank you."

With that she went to find a place to rest. It was just as Jean had thought, she was exhausted and she hoped that now she might be able to sleep.