WHO:
tothebalkans, open to:
oncemercurial,
microwavemutant,
sorcerously,
godofnicehair, and anyone else!
WHERE: Everywhere, the City.
WHEN: BACK-DATED TO 9/22/2010 during the madness.
WARNINGS: --
SUMMARY: Wanda Lensherr believes she is on the Savage Land during the Sentinel attack on her father's mutant colony and her home.
FORMAT: Prose, quick log, any which ways you like.
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Any minute now I'm expecting to wake up from a dream. )
The scene he found caught him by surprise. He'd expected, however unwittingly, to find something he knew how to take control of: some enemy to be subdued, either by Mjolnir or by a show of power. This, though - she knew a different Thor and he knew a different Scarlet Witch, but she was still Wanda. He was no stranger to magic, but neither was he any sorcerer. His only peaceful means of resolution might have had no effect on even the woman he knew, let alone this one.
"Wanda! What is the meaning of this?"
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As Thor drew closer to her, she turned and frowned sadly. This was the opposite of everything Pietro wanted. She had helped him once before, but she could not transport foreign natures now. What could would a Stegosaurus do in this utopia turned battlefield? And what did Cyclops expect them to do? Go after their own flesh and blood?
Wanda addressed Thor, "I don't know, Pietro. I don't know. Father has finally lost his mind and Cyclops has deserted us. We are alone here."
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He stepped toward Wanda and reached out to the winds through Mjolnir, but as he'd suspected, they were not so easily calmed. The mortals had all but fled, at least; that was something.
"Aye," he said gravely, lowering his hammer lest she decide he was threatening her; "there are no enemies here. Calm yourself, Wanda. Come down."
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She blindly reached forward, wrapping her arms around Thor, and resting her head against his shoulder. Wanda spoke softly--a voice only ever heard before by her twin, "This was our home and now it's...nothing, but a crater. Trash. Maybe Father was right. Maybe we should let the Sentinels go."
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"Come, we should leave this place," he said, gently disentangling himself from her arms. It would be safer for the city if they were back in the mansion, and if the fates were kind, Pietro would be there. If they were kinder, whatever spell had hold of her mind would fade quickly.
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"Where else do we have to go?" She asked, reluctantly pulling back, but she grabbed his hands and held them in hers close to her bosom.
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He pulled one of his hands free and started to lead her out of the plaza with his arm around her shoulders. She seemed more than reluctant to let him stray too far, and Thor was obscurely glad of it. In this place, where his greatest mortal friends seemed so disconnected, helping one of them overcome some crisis was a welcome return to normality, though he counted Wanda among said friends by virtue of her name alone.
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"Home is anywhere with you, dear brother," she responded simply in a haze.
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It crossed his mind briefly that, if he were Pietro, and the two of them were walking as they were down this modern street, they might be somewhat out of place. In America, affections were guarded. Thor himself found no fault with it. Was his own blood brother not his closest friend? Wanda was leaning on him in a way that in another time Sif might have, or some other lover; but she was distraught over something. It was not so strange.
"I am Thor, my lady," he said mildly, though he expected that whatever had bewitched her mind would twist his words.
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She did not know what their relationship was now in the City, but it was no longer the dependency that Pietro craved. He had Angelica.
Thankfully, Wanda could blissfully ignore her present problems in favor of reliving a past when she was her brother's entire world.
"Are you going to call down lightning to save us?" Wanda smiled, mistaking Thor's confession as Pietro making a joke. "Shall I call myself Brunhilda and strike our human oppressors where they stand?"
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It was pleasant talk, but though she seemed to understand, her words were troubling. He knew of no "human oppressors" - certainly no one was oppressing him - unless she meant those responsible for the science or magic that had brought them here, and he doubted that. He suspected that she was talking about humans as opposed to mutants, which had nothing to do with him, and which was a subject he could not claim to fully understand.
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The illusion framed the shopping center in wild foliage and fire mingling together dangerously. There were people left to save and their father--what was his plan now? Was he really attacking the oppressors in their own capitol? Wanda almost wished she followed Scott if just to witness the events, but she would stay and help until the fires subsided and the people cured.
"There are no enemies here now," Wanda spoke more seriously. "but there are still our brothers and sisters in need."
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"Perhaps we should return by way of the sky," he mused, half thinking aloud, half for her benefit. He did not like leading her through streets that would soon be full of mortals again when her eyes were so enchanted.
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"I see the Center that way," Wanda pointed in direction of the City's Times Square.
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More urgently, Wanda was still not herself, and she was proposing that they move away from the mansion. Into Times Square, a veritable sea of humans she might mistake for foes.
"We must not go that way, fair one," he said quickly. "Our friends await us, there." He gestured toward the east side.
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Wanda joined Thor at his side and took his hand, guiding him toward the east side. "What are you planning?"
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