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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-12 12:36 pm
scepterschild) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-12 12:36 pm
001 Arrival Post
WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Fountain & Around
WHEN: February 12th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE!
WARNINGS: Threatening people in the first post.
STATUS: CLOSED
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.
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.
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.
WHERE: Fountain & Around
WHEN: February 12th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE!
WARNINGS: Threatening people in the first post.
STATUS: CLOSED
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.
mid-day;
She swallowed hard and took a small step back, her dark green eyes cautiously eyeing the boy.
"You're Pietro." Clint had told her a bit about him. It was all just as he had said. He looked different, younger, his jaw was firmer and she didn't feel the connection she had with her brother. There was something, a soft familiarity but it wasn't more than a passing feeling.
no subject
"How do you know my name?" he demands, uncertainty sharpening his edges. A lifetime of fighting back has left defensiveness his knee-jerk response, and today is no exception.
no subject
She had one advantage over him currently and it's that she knew who he was.
The words felt like ash in her mouth and she cleared her throat softly before speaking. "Clint mentioned you. I'm Wanda, from his universe." She didn't think she needed to clarify but it helped. Her brother was dead, this wasn't her brother and yet hope twisted in her chest and rose, reaching out towards Pietro.
Wanda didn't want to hope. Again and again her mind told her heart that it wasn't him.