Who: Ace, OPEN
What: Sometimes we have no choice in what we are or who we become. This is the fate chosen out for our life, and so it shall be till the day we die.
Where: Ace's Castle; somewhere in the vicinity of Centennial Park
When: Early evening
Rating: PG-13
Notes: The castle staircase is lowered; curious minds come on in
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If I cry now, I won't be able to breathe; Someone is crying out from the reflection in the mirror and I realize, I'm not supposed to be like this. )
The sight of a castle in the park caught her attention, and she walked around its perimeter curiously. What was that doing there? It seemed out of place in an otherwise thoroughly urban city. Perhaps it was a historical building?
She approached the front, looking to see if there was an entrance fee.
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Nope, there was practically nothing inside. Except for maybe Ace, who was seated under the gazebo in the garden, doing nothing in particular other then straightening her doll's hair out. Not bothered in the slightest at the arrival of a visitor to her front door.
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She wandered inside, taking in the sights. The architecture was beautiful, although she couldn't place it historically. The statues were haunting and yet skillfully crafted in their own way. Finally, she came across the gazebo and spotted a young girl on her own.
"Ah...excuse me," she began.
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"You don't have to apologize."
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She took a few more steps in the young girl's direction so they could speak, but not close enough to invade her personal space. Wanda didn't like when people got too close without permission, so it was a courtesy she extended to others until given reason not to.
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Ace didn't know what else to say and figured that a simple 'thank you' would be enough. It wasn't often that she received compliments on her choice of decor.
"I couldn't stay at the last place I was at...so I made this."
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She'd spent a lot of time isolated and reading, although for the life of her, she couldn't remember exactly why. Her father had always been there for her...hadn't he? Well, he was a busy man, she rationalized, and her powers were dangerous - much moreso before she got training.
"You...you made all this yourself?" Wanda asked, looking somewhat shocked. Even if the girl had powers, it was still quite a feat. "It must have been a lot of hard work."
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"Not really. All I have to do is visualize what I want, and it appears."
A twist, followed by a tug and in a matter of seconds, Ace had finished fastening a bow onto her doll. She looked over her handwork for a moment, before setting it aside gently.
"...though sometimes...not even agrees with the things I make..."
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