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[tothebalkans]

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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[godofnicehair]

It could have meant anything - one never knew, in New York - but Thor recognized screaming when he heard it, even as warped and muted as it was, coming from somewhere beyond the buildings ahead of him. His abrupt departure from Central Park drew stares, and the sudden gust shook the trees, but it was best to be cautious.

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?"

[tothebalkans]

If she were otherwise in the right state of mind, she might have recognized the distinct accent as belonging to no other than Thor. However, she was stirring the nearby shrubbery, independent stores, people, and various debris with her power. She was lost in her own not-so-distant past, lifting herself off the ground to help aid the civilians as Cyclops ran off cry to his X-Men.

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."

[godofnicehair]

Pietro, she'd called him. Thor stared at her for a heartbeat as comprehension dawned - she was seeing something that only her eyes could see. And if she saw Pietro when she looked at Thor, so much the better. She would listen to Pietro.

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."

[tothebalkans]

"Oh, brother..." Wanda sighed, lowering herself steadily to the ground. The objects around her fell gracelessly to the concrete sidewalk and the wind subsided to its usual dull speeds. The people kept their distance, however. They were afraid now. The City was unpredictable with its super powered beings walking the streets every day and Wanda was not, if anything, predictable. Pietro kept her close to protect her from the world and Wanda protected him from their father's glare. Now (at least in Wanda's vision), they were close to losing both.

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."