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Wanda Maximoff ([info]shesweird) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2015-04-27 04:21:00

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Entry tags:!open, ~wanda maximoff

Who: Wanda Maximoff (and open)
Where: The City
What: A young woman touches down in the land of Oz
When: Monday, dawn
Rating: Low
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing


Her toes curled against rough asphalt, the uncomfortable texture painful against bare skin. She hadn't had to walk barefoot in years and Wanda had forgotten how it felt. The callouses had long since been taken care of, memories of a harder life scraped away. It was cold. The wind caught her hair, spinning it out of control as it whipped around her, accusing this young curiosity and investigating a total stranger. The nightgown she wore was no refuge outside and, try as she might, Wanda could not crawl inside the thin silk and escape the strange air and find herself back in New York, back to the small apartment that she had only barely begun to call her home. Uprooted from her home, Wanda had finally begun to settle. Now the wind had blown her like a fragile seed to put down roots in newer soil still. Was this a dream?

It was not bravery but necessity that drew her eyes up. She saw a city, too strange to be real, and beyond it a verdant greenery that led to beaches and water beyond. Wanda turned, fluttering gaze spinning in circumference of her fear to see just what kind of world this was. A spire stretched toward the heavens. The Tower of Babel, it called to mind, not so unlike the Avengers Tower. Would she run toward it, or away? Neither. Wanda froze, unable to make a decision, unable to think or even process what was going on.

Her hands were clutching something, knuckles gone white from the seaside weather and her grip. A red leather jacket. She had been hanging it up, yes? Hanging it up for the night at home. Home, in New York. New York, with the Avengers. The Avengers, without...

She took in a breath, the air fracturing as her vocal folds fluctuated to create an involuntary whimper. Wanda hugged the jacket against her chest, the good sense to slip it around her nearly naked shoulders failing to register as she clung to the sole vestige of anything familiar. What was this place?



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[info]shesweird
2015-04-28 12:40 am UTC (link)
The pink robe was another surprise and Wanda was not sure if it was intended for her or for him since she could, at this point, see either as a perfectly reasonable possibility. In either case, she did not take it.

What he said struck her, hand lifting to touch her chin in thought as more ideas churned inside her brain. Was this something to do with the bigger picture, with whatever vision Thor had seen before he released, well, Vision. If the other Avengers were here, this couldn't be an accident. It had to be for a reason. There had to be some reason that she was here, some purpose that she could pour everything into to help her get by. To distract her from the fact that she still felt so hollow inside.

"They're here. Yes, yes, of course. Can you take me to them, Mister...Discord?"

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[info]imnaughtynice
2015-04-28 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Continued here!

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