Entry tags:

scarlet witch

Scarlet Witch and Open
Who: Wanda Maximoff & Open
When: Wednesday, April 8th, 2009; Evening
Where: Library; Brotherhood Lair
What: Wanda is working on controlling her powers.
Status: In progress
Rating: TBD

Being in the same line of work as your family was never an easy thing for anyone to handle on a daily basis. It was made even harder when the family you worked with just so happened to be in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Obviously, Wanda wasn't in the line of business that came with a dental plan and a tax cut. Still, nothing was more precious to Wanda than her family was and if this is where they stood, she would stand with them. Certainly, they'd had plenty of differences along the road, what family doesn't? But this was where she felt she needed to be now and that was all that mattered. Despite all the odds and differences, she would always love them and want to be with them... even if she didn't always agree with them.

Unfortunately, whether she agreed or not wasn't an issue for Wanda at the moment. Ever since she had returned to the Brotherhood, her powers had been on the fritz and in Wanda's case, that could end up being a very bad thing for everywhere. For the most part, the Scarlet Witch was able to contain her powers, only using them when necessary and calculating them to perfection. Now though, things were beginning to get a little funny. Her brother claimed that it was due to stress as he powers tended to be bound to the extremities of her emotions, but whatever it was, it made Wanda very nervous.

So now, in an effort to calm her nerves, Wanda was sitting in the center of the library... four feet above the ground. Surrounding her was a large pentagram drawn onto the ground that was glowing a faint pinkish color. With her legs cross and hands pressed before her, Wanda concentrated. She concentrated on the magic around and within her as Agatha had taught her. She controlled this mutation. It did not control her. As Wanda fell farther and farther into her meditation, the room around her vibrated. The colors and textures of the walls and books shifted and melted into each other like dripping paints.

She could control this.