Willow Stark

[project-hermes]

HYDRA FILE:

PROJECT 8-5-18-13-5-19

Name: Willow Stark

Alias: The Traveler, The Messenger, Rose Nelson, Deadshot

Sex: Female

Age: 16 (22) Birthday: April 20 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Height: 5’5 Training: The Red Room, The Winter Soldier, Various Agents Abilities: Genius, Multiversal Portals, Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Senses, Enhanced Agility, Languages Other: Rarely misses with any projectile objects. Is efficient with all weapons. Surpassed all trainers. Matched Winter Soldier in combat training. Code words: Active. Memory wipe needed soon. Code Words: Natural, Dawning, Palace, Messenger, Crimson, Drown, Plain, Flower, Tired Languages: English, French, Spanish, Italian, Russian, German, Greek Handler: Lawrence Hanson Family: Mother: Unknown Father: Tony Stark (Deceased)

((OOC:Traveler/Messanger means she is under Hydra control

Willow means she is free.))

Mod: @playingwithwater

Moodboard by: @serenastark-edits

Face claim: India Eisley (also thanks to @/serenastark-edits for help finding a face claim)

[royal-stark]

⸝⸝ 🜲 general info 🜲 ⸝⸝

Name: Olivia Stark Age: 25 Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her

⸝⸝ 🜲 family 🜲 ⸝⸝

Father: Tony Stark Mother: Pepper Potts Siblings: ???

⸝⸝ 🜲 backstory 🜲 ⸝⸝ ((will be hyperlinked to a different post soon))

⸝⸝ 🜲 powers 🜲 ⸝⸝

⇢ Alter Appearance (shapeshifter) ⇢ Ability to yield sources of magic ⇢ Is a genius (like her father)

[thatone-midgardian]

@project-hermes

Willow meet Willow. Willow meet Willow

[royal-stark]

*does a curtsy* Hello madame. I apologise for the slight confusion, however my name has been replaced with Olivia now. So, how do you do?

[project-hermes]

Pretty good. You?

[royal-stark]

⸝⸝ 🜲 general info 🜲 ⸝⸝

Name: Olivia Stark Age: 25 Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her

⸝⸝ 🜲 family 🜲 ⸝⸝

Father: Tony Stark Mother: Pepper Potts Siblings: ???

⸝⸝ 🜲 backstory 🜲 ⸝⸝ ((will be hyperlinked to a different post soon))

⸝⸝ 🜲 powers 🜲 ⸝⸝

⇢ Alter Appearance (shapeshifter) ⇢ Ability to yield sources of magic ⇢ Is a genius (like her father)

[thatone-midgardian]

@project-hermes

Willow meet Willow. Willow meet Willow

[ghastlyhall0ws]

[royal-stark]

⸝⸝ 🜲 general info 🜲 ⸝⸝

Name: Olivia Stark Age: 25 Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her

⸝⸝ 🜲 family 🜲 ⸝⸝

Father: Tony Stark Mother: Pepper Potts Siblings: ???

⸝⸝ 🜲 backstory 🜲 ⸝⸝ ((will be hyperlinked to a different post soon))

⸝⸝ 🜲 powers 🜲 ⸝⸝

⇢ Alter Appearance (shapeshifter) ⇢ Ability to yield sources of magic ⇢ Is a genius (like her father)

[thatone-midgardian]

@project-hermes

Willow meet Willow. Willow meet Willow

[project-hermes]

Hi

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[project-hermes]

Where did you get your banner photo and why did you use it?

I don’t remember if I Pinterest’d it or Googled it but I need to find a better one. The full photo is Hermes’s caduceus but got cropped when I moved it in here. I used it because Willow is a messenger and her powers revolve around traveling. Hermes is the messenger of the gods and the god of travelers. I tried to make the numbers on the file spell out Hermes when put in the right order too but it got too long and I had to change that idea now the numbers are just kind of numbers.

[project-hermes]

Editing this in a reblog as I just moved some stuff around: I did change the intro post now it is Project and then the numbers that spell Hermes, so I also changed the handle for this blog. I also changed the picture so it’s easier to tell what the banner is.

[project-hermes]

Where did you get your banner photo and why did you use it?

I don’t remember if I Pinterest’d it or Googled it but I need to find a better one. The full photo is Hermes’s caduceus but got cropped when I moved it in here. I used it because Willow is a messenger and her powers revolve around traveling. Hermes is the messenger of the gods and the god of travelers. I tried to make the numbers on the file spell out Hermes when put in the right order too but it got too long and I had to change that idea now the numbers are just kind of numbers.

[project-hermes]

hey! It’s valeries (@chaotic-shapeshifter) mod, lol this is probably my new mod account sooo,

(btw I kinda forgot urs but I remembered this blog somehow)

It’s fine lol. My main is @playingwithwater

That’s supposed to be in my pinned post as well I believe.

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ja ja, I've heard it all before," He answers with a shake of his head. "You keep telling yourself that."

[project-hermes]

Willow sighs and takes out two of the painkillers and downs them quickly. After a couple of minutes she is feeling better and is ready to try using her powers.

She steps away from Destiney and opens a portal, her eyes glowing dimly. “Alright this should bring us to my home.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

The complete shock and bewelderment on Destiny's face told Willow that whatever this Angel dude was doing, it was not (visually) similar to what she was doing.

"That... That looks dangerous," Destiny says carefully.

[project-hermes]

”No one has died going through my portals. Promise,” she tells him. “It’s perfectly safe if disorienting the first time.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Riiiight," Destiny sighs but, tucking his toolbag closer to his side, steps up next to her.

[project-hermes]

”We can go through together if you want,” Willow suggests.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Were you planning otherwise?" Destiny says, still eyeing the portal distrustfully. He offers a hand. "Shall we?"

[project-hermes]

”We shall,” she takes his hand and starts walking through the portal. As promised Destiny comes out unharmed on the other side in Willow’s apartment. “Thanks for the rescue by the way.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Any time Ms. Willow," he says with a polite smile. "Will you be needing any further assitance?"

[project-hermes]

”I’ll be okay, thank you,” she tells him returning the smile.

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ja ja, I've heard it all before," He answers with a shake of his head. "You keep telling yourself that."

[project-hermes]

Willow sighs and takes out two of the painkillers and downs them quickly. After a couple of minutes she is feeling better and is ready to try using her powers.

She steps away from Destiney and opens a portal, her eyes glowing dimly. “Alright this should bring us to my home.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

The complete shock and bewelderment on Destiny's face told Willow that whatever this Angel dude was doing, it was not (visually) similar to what she was doing.

"That... That looks dangerous," Destiny says carefully.

[project-hermes]

”No one has died going through my portals. Promise,” she tells him. “It’s perfectly safe if disorienting the first time.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Riiiight," Destiny sighs but, tucking his toolbag closer to his side, steps up next to her.

[project-hermes]

”We can go through together if you want,” Willow suggests.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Were you planning otherwise?" Destiny says, still eyeing the portal distrustfully. He offers a hand. "Shall we?"

[project-hermes]

”We shall,” she takes his hand and starts walking through the portal. As promised Destiny comes out unharmed on the other side in Willow’s apartment. “Thanks for the rescue by the way.”

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ja ja, I've heard it all before," He answers with a shake of his head. "You keep telling yourself that."

[project-hermes]

Willow sighs and takes out two of the painkillers and downs them quickly. After a couple of minutes she is feeling better and is ready to try using her powers.

She steps away from Destiney and opens a portal, her eyes glowing dimly. “Alright this should bring us to my home.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

The complete shock and bewelderment on Destiny's face told Willow that whatever this Angel dude was doing, it was not (visually) similar to what she was doing.

"That... That looks dangerous," Destiny says carefully.

[project-hermes]

”No one has died going through my portals. Promise,” she tells him. “It’s perfectly safe if disorienting the first time.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Riiiight," Destiny sighs but, tucking his toolbag closer to his side, steps up next to her.

[project-hermes]

”We can go through together if you want,” Willow suggests.

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ja ja, I've heard it all before," He answers with a shake of his head. "You keep telling yourself that."

[project-hermes]

Willow sighs and takes out two of the painkillers and downs them quickly. After a couple of minutes she is feeling better and is ready to try using her powers.

She steps away from Destiney and opens a portal, her eyes glowing dimly. “Alright this should bring us to my home.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

The complete shock and bewelderment on Destiny's face told Willow that whatever this Angel dude was doing, it was not (visually) similar to what she was doing.

"That... That looks dangerous," Destiny says carefully.

[project-hermes]

”No one has died going through my portals. Promise,” she tells him. “It’s perfectly safe if disorienting the first time.”

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ja ja, I've heard it all before," He answers with a shake of his head. "You keep telling yourself that."

[project-hermes]

Willow sighs and takes out two of the painkillers and downs them quickly. After a couple of minutes she is feeling better and is ready to try using her powers.

She steps away from Destiney and opens a portal, her eyes glowing dimly. “Alright this should bring us to my home.”

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[whiteliesblacklips]

He sighs softly and holds out his hand for the bottle, already digging in his toolbag for a different one. "Ayay, you magic people will be ze death of me."

This time he hands her a different bottle, a purple one with a label in Arabic and something that looked like dried blood crusted in the grooves on the lid.

[project-hermes]

”I’m not magic,” she says with a playful pout. “It’s science mostly.”

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.

[whiteliesblacklips]

He digs out a bottle of Painkiller™ from his toolbag and hands it to her.

[project-hermes]

Willow looks at the bottle, “Is this normal doses painkiller or like painkiller for people with enhanced metabolisms?”

[project-hermes]

OPEN RP

Willow sits up. Her head is pounding as she pulls on the chains at her wrist in an attempt to free than . The chains don’t move, which means they’re something stronger than her strength can break. Great.

She doesn’t remember how she got here. She turns her head to the side trying to listen to whatever voices are on the other side of the wall behind her. Willow manages to press the emergency button on her wrist with a bit of stretching and resigns herself to waiting for the time being.

@winter-solstice-soldier @over-bi-the-wayside @insomniac-lifestyle @ath0s-biucks and anyone else

[whiteliesblacklips]

It took seven agonizingly long minutes for help to arrive, and then it wasn't someone she recognized. The man who opened the door using some sort of small metal saw, came to a halt in front of her.

"Sorry, ma'am, Angel is busy so you get me." The Russian accent hit the wrong way on her already tense nerves, but he didn't sound like he intended her any harm.

He crouches down, pulling out a lock picking set from the toolbag he wore slung over his left shoulder.

[project-hermes]

”Who are you?” She asks wearily, but holding her wrists out nonetheless to allow him to pick the lock easier.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Destiny. Back up back up because I'm 'only one awake at this unholy hour'." He replies, pausing to use air quotes midway through. With a final click, he jerks open the chains. "Who are you?"

[project-hermes]

”Willow,” she says while rubbing her wrists. “I’m not even sure how I got here. Fuck my head hurts.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Yeah, I bet it does. You've got lump the size of tennis ball on your head."

He offers her a hand while using his other one to stick the lock picking tools and the lock from the door into his toolbag.

[project-hermes]

“Where even are we? Maybe I can get us back home before anyone notices you’re here.” She rubs at her head trying to feel the lump he’s talking about.

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Before..? дерьмо. Was I not supposed to hurt those people?" He asks with a grimace before paying closer attention to her first question. "Where we are? The motherland. Not to worry, though. We have tickets."

[project-hermes]

”Meh. Too late now. We have tickets and I can teleport. Maybe if the pounding in my head subsides enough to let me concentrate.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"You can... Tele-port?" He questions, saying each part like seperate words. "Similar to tele-phone but ships?"

[project-hermes]

”You know how telephones allow for instant communication through phone calls?” She asks. “Well teleportation allows for instant arrival at a specified destination. It’s a power that I have. Well I have a similar power.”

[whiteliesblacklips]

"Ah! Like Angel does but instant." He agrees with an understanding nod. "Shall we get some pain-killer so you can tele-port?"

[project-hermes]

”Let’s see if that’ll work. Thanks.” She smiles at him.