willa richards ✸ wanda maximoff (hexfactor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-08-25 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | mason sullivan, willette sullivan |
Who: Willette & Mason Sullivan (narrative)
What: The Sullivans get bored & decide to mess w/ the superheroes
Where: New York
When: Friday afternoon, August 25th 2017
Warnings: None
Things had been quiet lately. A little too quiet. Willette didn't get bored easily, but when she did, she went from zero to unbearably restless quickly. Usually she'd just find a way to amuse herself with something minor, nothing that was going to make her pseudo father figure frown in quiet disapproval because she was too much of a wild card, or cause her combat leader to get angry. Willette wasn't afraid of much, but Roth had a temper on him that was vaguely impressive. She wasn't stupid enough to try and provoke it on purpose. She'd run out of ideas this time, though, which is why she'd turned to Mason for one.
Mason always had the best ideas, or he at least came up with enough of one to get Willette's mind really working until she figured something out herself that they could put into action. They were a good team, her and Mason. The best. They didn't need the stupid Avengers, sometimes they barely even needed the Resistance, except that it was often handy to have a terrorist organization backing you in any given situation, but still. In the end, they only ever really needed each other. That, and a good enough idea to run with.
Picking the place was easy. Some temporarily abandoned building in the middle of downtown New York City that was under construction, who cared. A bank owned it, so it's not like they were really hurting for money. Nobody saw the small, dark haired woman dressed in red materialize close to the outside of the structure, almost eerily supernatural in her movements as she stepped safely back into the shadows. Willette and Wanda were a lot of things, neither completely good or bad, and they were never any one thing for very long. Wanda had been on the side of the angels more than her, maybe, and Willette had never been very interested in playing Avenger, but the one thing they both had in common? Power. They were the Scarlet Witch, and they deserved some damn respect.
Curling her hand around the deep red tendrils of magic twisting and crackling around her slender fingers, Willette slowly and meticulously welded every door and window tightly shut in the building, in the interest of making heroic rescue attempts and escape routes that much more difficult. Once those were all taken care of inside the empty, three-story building, Willette concentrated a hex at the ground near its foundation that created a fissure in the pavement with a resounding crunch, cracking a gas line in half and sending a series of red sparks into the pipes. It almost immediately erupted into flames that traveled from the ground up to the first floor of the building, and then very swiftly moving upwards until the whole place was engulfed in fire.
With a smile of satisfaction, Willette nodded to her brother. "Your turn." Considering the size of the fire and the amount of smoke already billowing upwards, it wouldn't be long before the fire department was called, but Willette barely paid them any attention when they arrived. She watched from the side lines as the fire raged, Mason running in a continuous circle around the building to help fan the flames, much too fast for the human eye to see, and waited patiently for the heroes to show up. Once they did, they'd be too busy trying to save no one to notice the witch whispering into their heads, making them see things that weren't there. The people inside the building would be screaming for help, but were nothing more than very convincing hallucinations. Time to play.