Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-01-03 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: avengers tower, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: location: romania |
That is strange, so strange. You've got to pick out every stitch.
Characters: Wanda and Tony
Setting: Avengers Tower and then, you know, Romania
Content: Demons and stuff.
Summary: Wanda and Tony go on adventure that deals with that magic crap that Tony hates acknowledging.
Not long before midnight the lights on the highest floors of Stark Tower flickered and went out. The power hummed back to life moments later and the source of the electrical outage was relieved- Wanda hadn't expected that to happen. To be fair she'd only performed this ritual a few times and never alone. It was surprisingly easy to do and also dangerous. She had come abruptly to New York to consult a book and had hoped to be in and out of the tower unseen. Somehow the excursion had ended with Wanda knocking out the power while she gathered energies and summoned a monster from another dimension.
It was a small monster, at least, and easily contained. Defensive spells were the only aspect of real magic she had fully mastered and that was simply because barriers were the first thing she'd ever learned to do with her mutant powers. Keeping the creature trapped in a circle of chalk she'd drawn on the wood floor was no problem, but getting it to cooperate was proving more difficult than she'd anticipated. The thing clearly had no respect for the mortal who summoned it and just kept throwing itself against the boundary of the circle and hissing in some language she couldn't comprehend.
"English, please," she instructed for the fifth time with an edge in her voice, her frustration growing. The thing, a small gray demon the size of a terrier with sharp claws and black eyes, chose to make a rude gesture at her and carry on with it's hissing. In practice she knew how to summon a demon, confine it, and banish it. In theory she could control it and extract information. So far the theory had proven false and she was running out of time before someone caught her at this. Coming here had, perhaps, been a mistake in hindsight but she'd needed information from some of the more arcane texts she'd left in New York. She hadn't taken them with her when she'd gone west because it was supposed to be a new start and a break, and she'd tried to keep the extent of her foray into the darker side of magic a secret. A secret was easier to keep when it was far away from you. Some secrets, however, followed you no matter where you went.
There was a whole strange world that Wanda had only had a small taste of during her magical training and it was difficult to cut herself off from it completely. She'd happened upon a particular new age shop in Los Angeles and, through its owner, found herself suddenly acquainted with a group of people that fancied themselves experts on and practitioners of magic. Wanda realized that for the most part their interest was only superficial and their magical abilities nonexistent, but they were entertaining company and she enjoyed their stories. It was one of those stories that actually had her in the predicament she was in now.
At dinner a few days ago one of her new friends mentioned a problem in, unsurprisingly, Romania where something weird was happening and the locals were too terrified to do anything about it. A demon was lurking in the Carpathians, preying on small mountain villages for some nefarious purpose. Wanda knew better than to ignore rumors of demons. This demon's name, she'd learned, was Kazann. Wanda was sure she knew that name and the recognition lent the story a little more credibility. That no one seemed to be doing anything about it bothered her and so she'd decided she could at least look into it. To get any useful information she would have to make a trip east for her books and find out if Kazann was a threat that she really ought to be concerned with. The desire to keep her secret was the reason she'd gone alone, creeping through the tower in hopes that no one else was around (though, if anyone caught her she was sure she could come up with a viable explanation).
It didn't take long to find what she needed in her books, but it did take some time to translate it. Kazann did, indeed, exist. It was a lesser demon, but an especially ruthless one who had, apparently, got into the mortal world several times through out history. The more she read about it, the more Wanda realized she was probably biting off more than she could chew with this one, but when had that ever stopped her before? The decision that she would take care of this was easy once she'd realized just how much danger Kazann actually posed. If the monster was allowed to carry on, it was going to be the whole world with a problem, not just Romania.
Once she had the facts, she needed confirmation and that was supposed to have come from this little devil she'd summoned and so far she wasn't having any luck. She'd learned in her studies that demons tended to know what was happening with their brethren, but this one didn't seem particularly keen to share. Again she asked it to speak to her in a language she could understand and again it ignored her. She knew she was probably going to have to make a deal with it to get its help, but she didn't like to think what that might entail. Finally she made it an offer and, when it's shook its head (at least now she knew it understood her) she sweetened the deal. As vile and terrible as demons might be, they always kept their end of a bargain. Her wish was granted when it cocked it's head to the side and uttered a word in English- it called her a bitch. Then it cackled and bounced against the barrier walls again. Every time it tried to break through she felt the core of her power clench somewhere in her stomach and her skin prickled. If it shattered the circle, things could get messy.