willa richards ✸ wanda maximoff (hexfactor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-07-13 08:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | mathias hunter, rachel young, willette sullivan |
Who: Willette Sullivan & Mathias Hunter (w/ a brief appearance by Rachel Young)
What: Another late night at the club turns sour
Where: Happy Endings (Chicago, IL)
When: Saturday night, July 13th, 2013.
Warnings: Definitely TBD.
"Get out of my way."
The two women couldn't be seen from the back stage area, but the air around their hands-to-hip face off standing a few feet apart from each other was practically crackling. You didn't have to know them to realize the level of tension between them, but Rogue and Wanda? Even on their best days, they'd never gotten along. As it happened, Wanda was still a member of the Brotherhood in this life, while Rogue had defected. And Willette was more than a little sensitive to betrayal.
"I said - get. Out. Of. My. Way!" Rachel exclaimed again through gritted teeth, hands turning to fists at her sides and the cool Scarlet Witch only smirked.
"What are you gonna do, touch me?"
Rachel hesitated, but only for a second. She and Rogue knew what Wanda was capable of but that had never stopped Rogue before, and it wouldn't stop Rachel now. She'd stayed here for a reason, to keep an eye on things, and like hell was she going to let Willette Sullivan drive her out. Rachel had a sneaking suspicion Logan Fox had more than a little something to do with Willette's sudden presence here, but she shook it off, grasping at the only straws she had.
She lunged for her, and Willette didn't move, suicidal enough to let Rachel latch on before throwing her off with an offensive hex and Rachel stumbled back before countering with one of her own. It didn't have the desired affect, missing its target and only bouncing off Willette before ceasing to exist all together.
"Fool-" Willette laughed loudly. "You and Rogue will never understand the power of probability. Are all you Southerners so simple minded?" A hex hit Rachel square in the stomach and Rachel fell backwards, hitting the ground hard as Willette advanced on her. The owner of the place was nowhere in sight, more than likely he was letting this happen, but Willette didn't care. Rachel had to pay her dues for deserting the Brotherhood, and she wasn't going to leave here unsatisfied.
"Are all you evil mutants so predictable?" Rachel shot back, breathing hard. "Like Wanda like reincarnate! You were always the bad seed." She struggled to get up before an angry Willette reached her, eventually giving up and grabbing for Willette's ankle, latching on with her powers enough to throw the witch off so Rachel could scramble to her feet and put some distance between them. For all either of the women knew they were alone here, all the other dancers and busboys had gone home for the night. If this fight wasn't broken up soon, there was a good chance at least one of them wasn't walking out of here in one piece. Rachel had a sinking feeling it wouldn't be Willette. "Fine. Gimme your best shot, Sullivan."