[Thread] I'm Not in Oz Anymore

[nowimwicked]

Characters: Elphaba (OU), OPEN
Where: Plaza
When: After this journal entry.
Summary: The old meet and greet. New thread for new chars, or ninja in on her meeting someone else (with permission, please).
Warnings: Wicked Witchy-ness.

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[nowimwicked]

The earthy gaze went immediately wary at the knowledgeable tone that the man possessed. Elphaba edged around him, giving far clearance to the fountain he sat on, watching both the man and the worn carved stone with equal concern. "A variation? What do you mean?" She stopped before him with her hands at her sides, a crookedness to her stance that made her body seem angular and unwelcoming. Her voice reflected the instant dislike she held for his superior tone - prickling and poking. The witch's eyes were sharp as razors.

[nowimwicked]

Elphaba cast protective eyes on the tome that Cobweb's gaze fell on, snatching it from the ground before he could possibly damage or possess it with his gaze alone. Her brown gaze glared at him fiercely, no little hint of madness present in the wild stare. "Are you with him? Do you know of him? How can you tell whether this world is his or not?"

At the introduction, the black-clad figure recoiled slightly, as if uncomfortable with the very title she had spoken to name herself. The shadowed glare of brown eyes focused on him intently, and some hint of the insanity faded from her gaze.

"It seems I'm not the only witch here." Elphaba said wryly, managing to add venom to the simple words. She wanted to hurt something at the moment, wanted to take revenge for being ripped from her own world. "I had no idea the Wizard was making a collection of them. Hopefully I am the only one who's green, or surely I will die of jealousy." Her voice twisted with pained sarcasm. "I like being an antique, the perfect definition of Wickedness."

[nowimwicked]

The witch's eyes narrowed slightly, peering at the man before heer as if she could see his words and pull the truth from them. Whatever senses she had, Cobweb seemed to pass the test, because Elphaba seemed to relax a hint. "Maybe it's not...but a spell doesn't lie." She glanced around furtively. "There's something about this place that is connected to him...somehow." Her lips curled in an utterly unhappy smile.

"And you allow yourself to remain on that leash?" Her voice was bitter and grating, completely insensitive. The description of being collected reminded her too much of her own past for comfort. Sharply she looked up at Cobweb, a jolting of her neck that almost made it seem as if her head were going to come right off. "Of course, since we're both unnatural colors, we're bound to get along regardless of our individual personalities." Her teeth gritted, the muscles strained in her face. "Maybe we can pick out curtains!"

[nowimwicked]

The words about love brought Elphaba up short, and she set the broom's straw end swirling into the dirt on the ground as she leaned heavily on the winding stick. Her expression twisted, and she pulled inward, though no shudders of sobs or tears glittered in her eyes. Still there was a sense of silent mourning, of quiet self-reflection that had nothing good to report about the state of her guilt

[nowimwicked]

"Change...change is the only consistency, the only promise the world can provide you, and usually the more painful, the more likely to change." Oh, there was bitterness in her voice, and no little hint of the madness that had come with whatever had happened in the past. Cobweb's knife buried deep, and the twisting worked all too well on a woman who had lost everyone she cared for in one form or another, and even some people she didn't particularly care a rat's ass for except that they might offer the forgiveness she so ironically felt she required.

"That might work." Elphaba said coldly, icily. "If I was race, a people, instead of a single aberration." The brown eyes looked away, pain filled but refusing to cry. Tears, they always burned like fire. Why add injury to insult?

"It doesn't matter to me. My name has never meant anything."