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Yes? I mean...kind of? Look none of us handled it well but all of us were coming from a place of fear and ignorance. All of us.
Becca stared down at her plate and spoke softly.
But...I made it personal because of what you did to my father...and...that was wrong. But you have to understand...he's all I have. My mother...my birth mother...treated me like an experiment...a way to taunt my father before I was born. He saved me from a life I don't want to think about when he fought for custody.
ššššš: tries to do everything at once, doesnāt know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate
šššššš: idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesnāt like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad co-dependent
šššššš: the most flip floppy people ever, whatās todayās mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them
šššššš: the literal meaning of iāll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them
ššš: no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always
ššššš: can dish it but canāt take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are
ššššš: solves everyoneās problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesnāt really love their self
ššššššš: easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they often times find out things that hurt them, too many āwhat ifsā swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves
ššššššššššš: impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesnāt realize they donāt need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them
ššššššššš: scared people wonāt like them unless theyāre at the top of their game 24/7, takes a lot for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesnāt know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyoneās expectations of them and live normally
šššššššš: gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesnāt know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little
šššššš: empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesnāt know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation
Uh hi, I'm Carmilla. When I was 16 my Toxic Touch activated for the first time and I killed my boyfriend. I brought individual packs of gummy bears and sour gummy worms
Hi, I'm Wanda Maximoff, I've messed with the heads of the people who ended up trusting me, only to then make a whole town hostage just so I could live my fantasy. I bring sour patch kids 'cause that's the only thing i could steal from America's pockets.
My Aunt makes the best osso buco you've ever had...Maybe I could make it some time for you, in return for you making this...
Becca smiled softly, blushing just a little.
Oh the tea isn't hard, you just have to add dried berries to black tea leaves, but I'm happy to show you the ratio I use so it's pleasantly sweet and not too tart.
She was quiet for a little while, enjoying good food and better company before she spoke with gentle sincerity.
Wanda....I'm sorry about what happened in Sokovia. Truly.
The food was amazing, they were both enjoying their plates, Wanda looks at Rebecca sometimes, just to check if she's still approving of the food -- or her, for that matter.
The tea tips, sounds like Rebecca knows what she's talking about. Wanda makes sure to remember that for when she's ready to make some.
Surprised by Rebecca's apologies, Wanda can't help but wonder what she's sorry about, there were too many things that day. She tries not to make the air heavy between them.
"Do you mean the whole place exploding into pieces or the way i scrambled into your brains?" Wanda chuckles, looks down removing her laughter to give place to a slight smile, waiting for Rebecca's reaction.
āø» ā§ ššššššššššš , š ššššš ššš š witch regardless of the galaxy. How odd that some things transcended space. Or maybe it wasn't. He does not know of the people she speaks of. It would be the same if he were to explain a galaxy-wide government or religious group to her. Even if she has seen some, it was evident that she did not fully grasp it. How could she? Even those who have never left their homeworld in the Outer Rim could hardly grasp an entire galaxy.
ā I do not expect our coordinates to translate from one galaxy to another. We only coordinate within our galaxy, not to others. ā That does not mean it is impossible. If she can brush her fingers against this edge of the galaxy, he could provide her something more tangible to follow. He moves, though not far. Grabbing a datapad from off his workstation, he pulls up a few measurements before turning the device toward face her.
ā I have marked a stellar pattern at this edge of the galaxy. If you can remember any of this... these are pulsar timings, radiation signatures, or gravitational harmonics you can look for. I would send these to you, but we don't have a signal that strong. ā
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The sky begun to tear apart like threads of silk when you pull it too tight. Reality was being split open, the clouds, being sucked into the holes. Below, the buildings warping like rubber, the streets were falling on top of each other.
Hovering above the city skyline, Wanda, surrounded by chaos magic. Her hands, trembling from the force required to control so much power. In her eyes, a deep red glow.
Beside her, Doctor Strange floated, using golden sigils as layered rings around his hands that were pure protective and binding spells.
He doesn't look at Wanda, but they're near enough that she can hear him. "He's not forcing his way in." Strange said. "He's rewriting the boundary between dimensions. If that happens, this universe becomes his."
A low, deep voice echoed from the sky, not having exactly a direction, much more like its everywhere. "I do not cross boundaries, Stephen Strange... I become them."
The fractures widened. Big enough that a form emerges from the shadow, the fog. Flames started appearing, as a face comes up. Dormammu had arrived.
The moment his presence was shown to them, everything around them reacted. It's like the gravity of his body was too grave for all the things to handle, all cracking around them. The air thickened, like it's been ripped from the atmosphere.
Wanda clenched her jaw, her hands glowing stronger as she moves toward the danger. "I am not backing down. He's not taking my home." Chaos energy exploded from her hands, like a living storm, twisting upwards to find Dormammu's form with an explosion of power.
Strange goes next. Golden sigils appear around her magic, surrounding it like a web, sharpening it, turning chaos into something directed. Their powers were connected, her limitless potential, his absolute precision.
A big shock wave ripped through the sky as Dormammu flickers, disrupted. The fractures in the sky start disappearing, slowly, though still strong.
It worked. For a moment.
"Again!" Strange shouted. His hands were moving like a pianists, complex movements for the intricate shapes he was creating through his spells. "Don't let him get back up, keep pushing!"
Wanda complies by focusing harder, stronger in her magic, warping space around her even further. The buildings bent from the pressure and shadows were stretching like the light was being affected.
Dormammu, hit again, now looked weak, like a flame caught in a storm. Victory felt close. Then. Dormammu smiled. The fractures in the sky paused. They started reversing. Instead of tearing out, they began collapsing in, toward a single point-- Wanda.
"Wait--" Her expression faltered.
"Wanda, stop!" Strange snapped, instantly shifting his spells towards protecting her, but it was too late.
Dormammu had adapted. He wasn't resisting her chaos magic. He was consuming. Every blast she sent his way, every ray of energy she fed him, strenghtened him, anchored him deeper into her reality. The red energy surrounding her went dark, and then snapped her back like as if she took a blast to the chest. It hit her all at once.
She screams as she is thrown from the sky, crashing on a rooftop. Debris fold around her as her magic was still in effect to protect her fall.
"Wanda!" Strange thrusts his hands forward, summoning layered shields, but Dormammu surged forward, larger, heavier, stronger.
"You bring me chaos," the entity roared, voice echoing across both dimensions. "I consume chaos."
Strange's shield shatters, his powers are not enough, though he tries with all his might, he pushes harder, teeth clenched, veins glowing faintly for channeling so much power too quickly.
Another blast struck him. This time, he fell and crashed besides Wanda. For a moment, they didn't move.
Wanda coughed, forcing herself into one elbow. "I made him stronger..." Her voice, full of frustration.
Strange didn't reply, not immediately. His eyes weren't on Dormammu, though. They were on Wanda. Watching. Thinking. Connecting.
A distant roar as Dormammu prepares to strike again.
And then-- Strange smiled. Small, sharp to the right. "Not stronger."
"What?" Wanda gives him a frown.
"Your power is not just magic, Wanda. Youre a witch. Use your hexes. Use your runes." Strange said, steady.
Dormammu descended again from the sky, as Stephen raised his hands. But this time, he didnt attack.
Golden sigils started to appear across the sky, intricate patterns, forming a vast web, like a cage built from geometric shapes and pure magic. It didn't strike Dormammu. Not yet. It waited.
Instead of unleashing her power outward, Wanda started pulling it inward. Compressing it inside herself, refining it, rewriting it.
The chaotic storm Wanda was pulling starts to fade, controlled in a way it had never been before. Her breathing slowed down, her hands stopped shaking. She rewrites all of her magic.
Dormammu lunged and consummed more of her power, just as before. Red energy flowed around him, feeding his form, strenghtening his presence. But this time, it wasn't chaos. It was a spell, hidden inside her power. Dormammu froze in mid air.
Strange's hands snapped shut. The web of spells Strange had set before surrounds the whole of Dormammu, like a dimensional prison.
Dormammu roared, his form collapsing as the prison shrinks, the fractures in the sky sealed one by one, the red glow fading with each moment. His presence shrank, folded, then vanished.
The sky went back to normal, clouds passing by as if nothing had happened. Below, the city slowly untwisted, gravity sets everything down, buildings go back into place.
Wanda stood still, her glow fading to nothing. "Thank you for reminding me who I am."
Strange lowers his hands, the golden light around him flickers out, only his cloak seems to move.
@sacredpyre messaged: What is the most important rule your character lives by?
āāāāāā ā¹āĖ Wanda is protective over those she loves, she's closely connected with a selected few, but she warps reality if needed just to make sure they will be safe. Her chaos magic makes her inclined to become a powerhouse so she never feels the pain of losing people ever again.
Becca made herself a plate, taking in a deep breath of the rich scent of the chicken dish, the warm spice of the paprika, garlic and onions and silky cream.
This smells...delicious I've never had anything like it...
She chuckled softly as she sat down and looked up at Wanda.
I'm Italian. Sicilian on my birth mother's side and Calabrian on my father's.
She took a bite and gasped, putting a hand up to her mouth as she stared at Wanda.
This is...this is amazing. It's so simple but it's so flavorful...and the chicken is so moist. Wanda...you have to teach me this.
Wanda enjoys cooking, and sure does love when others are so glad to eat her food. She can't help but let a big smile out.
Wanda quickly puts a plate down for herself. "I knew it would fix you well. That's actually my aunt's recipe..." She takes a small bite. "Hmmm... This is good. I thought I wouldn't get it right with these ingredients but it does taste like home..."
Wanda smiles, she can't help but like this girl and want to impress her. "I can teach you, if you teach me your tea." She looks down at the food and slowly enjoys another bite. Calm fills the room, as if the smell was engulfing them both in joy.
āø» ā§ šš ššššššš ššš šš ššššššš. But there are two distinct things that do not line up. Not that she is wrong, only evidence that they are not the same. ā We don't fly. ā
& then there is the glow. Despite what he sees of her is all red and glow, he knows that what she shows him is separate from that. It is something visible at her hand. The Force is not visible. Inclining his head, he shakes it to reiterate his point, ā What you have is something different. That is not the Force. Perhaps you are drawn to it, many are. But you use magick. ā
It is not as if they do not have it in his galaxy. & it is true that many who use it are Force-sensitive. Though the species which were capable were mostly gone now. The Nightsisters come to mind. The Empire had wiped them out decades ago. ā But I won't stop you from coming. If you have a ship, then so be it. Use that intuition to come. Though I cannot promise to wait on the edge of my galaxy for you. I have to rule it. ā
"Many call me a witch, but I'm not the bad kind. I'm more of a vessel for my power." She pauses to catch Kylo's reaction. "In this reality, my alternate self is living close to the Avengers Headquarters, my former group of allies. Great people." Wanda won't want to go into detail about them. In her reality, the Avengers don't really exist anymore.
"They do have a jet that could get me here. But that would cost me a lot. I would have to dreamwalk. I just need your coordinates. I just won't be able to ride that thing, I need autopilot." Wanda's real intentions were yet to be revealed.
