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There were parts of life on Tabula Rasa that everyone had to come to grips with sooner or later. The disappearances. The stretches of tranquility (many would say boredom) broken up by the occasional bouts of complete madness. The existential problems that arose with the knowledge that, somewhere, you were nothing more than a fictional creation. For the most part, Wanda felt as though she dealt with such matters rather admirably. Life was tricky everywhere, the island just provided a unique set of circumstances to survive. She'd been through weirder.
The comics, though. Even after three years, they remained something of a sticking point for her. She could never quite put her finger on why that was when her discovery of them hadn't come as much of a surprise, but for whatever reason, they got to her, more as an annoyance than something genuinely unsettling. Fortunately, they were easy enough to ignore, and on those magical days when the bookcase would provide her with nothing but, well, that was what the library was for. Unsatisfied morbid curiosity aside (even she had yet to find a way to chalk that one up to scientific pursuit), it was for the best, as far as she was concerned.
Today, though, one slipped through the cracks. She was sitting in the rec room, her legs curled cozily up under her as she paged through a tome on the links between identity disorders and mutant abilities (tenuous at best, in her opinion), when a slim, colourful volume actually fell out of the book and onto the floor, having apparently been tucked somewhere between chapters the entire time.
"Oh, that's just cheating," she muttered as she leaned forward in her seat to pick it up and give it a quick, disdainful once-over. She wasn't sure what the hell a Chaos War was, but it didn't sound particularly promising, especially if Alpha Flight was somehow involved. She knew their track record.
She considered just leaving it on a table and going back to her reading, not even giving it the time of day. But there was a pang of nostalgia that came with seeing her team again, no matter how ridiculous the format. Basically, it was a whole lot harder to ignore the issue -- no pun intended -- when it was staring her right in the face.
Maybe just a peek, she figured, because if anyone's arbitrary rules of alter-dimensional conduct were meant to be bent, it was her own. Thirty seconds of furious skimming later, and she flicked the comic shut with a snap, not entirely sure what to make of what little she'd seen. She wasn't all that sure how dates worked with these things, but was pretty confident that it was meant to be taking place after that whole 'horrible death of almost everyone she loved' incident. Which, considering the little cartoon representations of said loved ones looking alive and well and a certain conversation between her own colourful avatar and some seriously toned-down Great Beasts... well, it had some definite implications, if she could be made to take them seriously when they were being presented to her via drawings and word balloons. That might take some doing.
Leaning awkwardly over the back of the chair to address the first person she saw, she whistled sharply to grab their attention. "Hey, uh, hypothetical question. Would you ever make a deal with the devil?"
[A day late, but happy new canon day/third Islandversary for Wanda! Great time to meet her even if she might get a little erratic, open for as long as is needed.]
The comics, though. Even after three years, they remained something of a sticking point for her. She could never quite put her finger on why that was when her discovery of them hadn't come as much of a surprise, but for whatever reason, they got to her, more as an annoyance than something genuinely unsettling. Fortunately, they were easy enough to ignore, and on those magical days when the bookcase would provide her with nothing but, well, that was what the library was for. Unsatisfied morbid curiosity aside (even she had yet to find a way to chalk that one up to scientific pursuit), it was for the best, as far as she was concerned.
Today, though, one slipped through the cracks. She was sitting in the rec room, her legs curled cozily up under her as she paged through a tome on the links between identity disorders and mutant abilities (tenuous at best, in her opinion), when a slim, colourful volume actually fell out of the book and onto the floor, having apparently been tucked somewhere between chapters the entire time.
"Oh, that's just cheating," she muttered as she leaned forward in her seat to pick it up and give it a quick, disdainful once-over. She wasn't sure what the hell a Chaos War was, but it didn't sound particularly promising, especially if Alpha Flight was somehow involved. She knew their track record.
She considered just leaving it on a table and going back to her reading, not even giving it the time of day. But there was a pang of nostalgia that came with seeing her team again, no matter how ridiculous the format. Basically, it was a whole lot harder to ignore the issue -- no pun intended -- when it was staring her right in the face.
Maybe just a peek, she figured, because if anyone's arbitrary rules of alter-dimensional conduct were meant to be bent, it was her own. Thirty seconds of furious skimming later, and she flicked the comic shut with a snap, not entirely sure what to make of what little she'd seen. She wasn't all that sure how dates worked with these things, but was pretty confident that it was meant to be taking place after that whole 'horrible death of almost everyone she loved' incident. Which, considering the little cartoon representations of said loved ones looking alive and well and a certain conversation between her own colourful avatar and some seriously toned-down Great Beasts... well, it had some definite implications, if she could be made to take them seriously when they were being presented to her via drawings and word balloons. That might take some doing.
Leaning awkwardly over the back of the chair to address the first person she saw, she whistled sharply to grab their attention. "Hey, uh, hypothetical question. Would you ever make a deal with the devil?"
[A day late, but happy new canon day/third Islandversary for Wanda! Great time to meet her even if she might get a little erratic, open for as long as is needed.]