willa richards ✸ wanda maximoff (hexfactor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-01-23 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | willette sullivan |
Who. Willette Sullivan (also mentions of other Brotherhood members)
What. Breaking down some magical barriers and stealing a Golden Fleece. Yep. Sorry, bro.
Where. Camp Half-Blood (Long Island, NY)
When. Wednesday morning, January 23rd 2013
Warnings. None?
Probability was a tricky thing. Anything that was probable, could happen? That was a pretty fine line between everything and nothing. Some days Willette thought she fully understood the vast extent that was the infinite possibilities of a power like the Scarlet Witch's, and some days she was left shooting blanks. That was the thing about a gift like Wanda's, you could never really tell which way a hex was going to go until you took a chance. Today? She was feeling lucky.
That day the sun rose to a crisp morning in New York, the city of Long Island blissfully unaware of the chaotic element weaving its way through it as the Brotherhood made their way to Camp Half-Blood, just inside of Montauk. They were on a mission, and while the Brotherhood wasn't always the greatest at playing by someone else's rules, in this case the rules seemed to benefit them greatly more than not. The Resistance provided them with a consistent outlet, and Rob Strange had promised them destruction. Destruction which Willette Sullivan would be more or less responsible for, but she was on board. Any excuse to stick it to the self-righteous, goody two shoes heroes of the world. She didn't understand what Wanda saw in people like that; the Avengers, the X-Men... what was so special about them that their shit didn't stink?
It didn't take long. Once the group arrived at the bottom of the hill they spread out in an organized flank. Willette was told the camp wouldn't be seen by those of lineage outside of a Demigod, but that was the thing. Willette was no god. Did she not have a gods power, or at least something very close to it? She closed her eyes and concentrated, before sending hex bolt after hex bolt shooting up the hill to the invisible barrier, loaded with a magic they'd otherwise not be able to compete with but she was the Scarlet Witch. She could do anything. The Brotherhood marched steadily up the hill as Willette wore down the camp's magical guard, utilizing Wanda's connection to magic to weave her way into the barrier's innards and rip it apart.
The moment she felt it give way, she stopped with a satisfied smile, arms still half raised as she rendered the camp unprotected and her sharp eyes immediately fixed on another target. An exceptionally unique tree sat at the very top of the hill, a dragon that looked all together out of place wrapped around its trunk guarding a golden fleece hanging from one of the branches. Not a golden fleece, the golden fleece, shining bright through the tree like a beacon of salvation. She'd be needing that. Someone was in desperate need of it. Aiming another hex bolt at the base of the tree from twenty yards away, the fleece's protector exploded into dust on impact. Not her original intent, Willette had only meant to freeze it in place. Oh well. There were always casualties in war.
"Secure the fleece," Willette ordered sharply to a young recruit who scurried off as the camp below them came into vision before making eye contact with her brother, Mason Sullivan and reincarnate of Pietro, flashing him a wicked grin. The Brotherhood would be leaving soon, but not before they had some fun first. "Ding, dong the witch isn't dead."