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Who: Wanda, various friends, open
What: Curse + Hex Powers + Poor Control + Upset Wanda = Trouble.
Where: the CES, moving to Zero after midnight
When: 2nd day of A Murder of Crows through the endgame
Warnings: Cursing, flaily dramatic Wanda, poltergeist activity that may result in minor injuries, creepy atmospheric stuff, even worse luck

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Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

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Wanda sat up suddenly in the unfamiliar dark and blinked in bleary confusion at the stars. Where was she? Oh...now she remembered. The CES, her self imposed exile away from where the curse could hijack her powers to hurt people. This was no friendly camping trip. This was an attempt to spare Wanda Zero, the very thought of which terrified her.

She shivered violently; it felt around thirty degrees outside her bedroll. Quickly she dragged her coat over and laid it atop the blankets, but the chill from the ground soaked up through the pad beneath her and left her stiff and miserable. Finally she gave up and rose to try and feed the campfire embers back to life with tinder. She did not notice in her exhaustion that the flames she coaxed up were oddly blue.

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

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The cold would only get worse.

There was an oddly human scream and a rabbit tore across Wanda's clearing like the hounds of hell were after it. The flutter of night birds and crickets seemed to list in the same direction, getting further and further away until the night was strangely silent.

Then the ambience was ruined entirely by sound of someone tripping flat on their face, and a dismayed curse.

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

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Wanda looked up from the flickering blue flames, her expression growing from worried to mildly terrified. She only knew two people remotely that spooky and there was only a chance that it was one of them.

"H-hello?"

Crap, what are you doing, that's the sort of thing coeds say right before the axe murderer shows up!

Then her visitor went over with a substantial thud. The voice might have sounded familiar. Dismay turning to worry, she picked her way toward the sound's source.

"You okay?" Her foot hooked on a root and she stumbled against a treetrunk. "Crap!"

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

[darknessb4me]

"I'm... fine. I didn't think there was - " Bushes rustled, and there was a second thump. "Light-dammit."

It was impossible to be spooky when one kept tripping, it really was. What was the world coming to?

A moment later, a slightly ragged-looking Arthas with a scrape across his cheek and a borrowed tank top weaved out of the trees.

"Easy. The ground has a mind of its own today."

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

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"Arthas!" A nervous laugh. "Hi. I was wondering who was scaring the wildlife." She yawned hugely--and promptly inhaled a moth. Coughing, she turned her head and spat. "Ugh. Tastes like Toad's cooking."

The misfortune (and maybe the tanktop, which made him look vaguely "off duty") actually disarmed her a little. "You still are the only guy I know who makes better entrances than Father." Who was also vaguely Darth Vaderish.

"My camp's just through here. I'll stoke up the fire." That still weirdly bluish fire.

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

[darknessb4me]

He blanched and gingerly patted her on the back when she almost choked on the moth. No sudden moves though, because teenage girls were much smaller in person and the imposing height he was usually proud of was just awkward here. Nothing could be done about the fact that it probably felt like being patted on the back by a giant ice cube, though.

"I try." He sounded vaguely amused. "I'd say I'd like to meet your father, but I don't generally get along with anyone that would remind me of myself."

He did make mental note of the blue fire, but fire came in ridiculous amounts of colors on Azeroth. She did say she was a caster, after all, though everyone was smelling like magic during this flood.

"I didn't actually know anyone was out here. Did I wake you up?" Oops.

Saturday Morning, Before Dawn

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She shivered slightly but took the gesture as it seemed to be intended. "I'll be OK, just...ylk." She pulled a face.

Once they were back by the fire she stoked it up as best she could and started adding sticks. Once that was done, she fished out a dog-eared photo of a man in an improbably-colored costume and ominous helmet floating above an alleyway. "Here's the guy who used to tuck me in nights. And you'd probably butt heads. Superpowered alpha males often do."

She shook her head. "No, the cold woke me up, and I could use the company. It's fine."