revivalproject | 03 Network, Video;

[Whether or not Altair is in the place he's usually at is difficult to tell- after all, he's not often inclined to use his device's video function, unless he's speaking to someone he already knows.

From the looks of it though, he's at the hospital, and it looks... Surprisingly functional. Obviously he's been working on it for at least a few days.] Knowing those of you I know, and knowing of those of you who I don't as well, I assume some- if not most- of you are braving the storm. Playing the heroes the Agrii wished for.

[His veil is off and he... Looks mildly concerned. Had his veil been on, his expression would have looked like neutrality. Without it, he's not as good at hiding his feelings as he wishes he was.]

I've been getting the hospital ready. Something like this, some of you are bound to get hurt. The hospital is here, and so I am I. Until things settle, I doubt I'll be leaving much. I'm typically no healer, but the situation takes precedence over my preferences.

[His lips quirk into a brief smile.] Any complaints about my bedside manner, however, and I can assure you you'll be leaving the hospital more broken than you came in. Or at the very least shuffled down on my list of priorities.

[That was a joke. Even if his tone doesn't suggest it.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't think anyone here is going specifically for them. Least of all those of us who've lost people.

[He's not going, but still.]

And I will be here, should I be needed. You can call at any hour, day or night.

[And she does call later, just like she'd promised. It's dark, and he can probably hear the storm raging outside. There's a cut on Wanda's forehead and her face is streaked with dirt and either tears or rain.]

I saw him, in the storm. But I could never reach him.

[And no matter how she spins this around in her head, she's sure that this means that Vision and Kitty and Vash and everyone else they've lost must be in danger. But she promised, and Altair deserves to know.]

[The danger their friends might be in worries him, of course. But he's equally worried about her.]

That cut looks nasty. Is there someone with you who can take a look?

[His immediate concern is her safety. It will do no one any good if people get so injured they can't go on any more.]

I do not mean to doubt, but you're sure? There's... Something going on here. Afterimages of Agrii and other aliens in the streets. They don't feel like ghosts, at least none that I've ever sensed. Closer to the storm... I don't know.

[He shakes his head. If their people are truly in danger, then it won't end well for the Agrii, should they ever be foolish enough to show themselves in person.

But if these are some sort of illusions... It's difficult to know without being there himself.]

I won't discourage you from your search. You know I won't. But can I at least ask you to be careful?

[Wanda just shakes her head but only briefly - the movement hurts.]

Our powers are gone. There's nothing to help it.

[She winces and leans back against the cave wall.]

He looked solid but...it's the storm, it's done something to him. I don't think he could hear me. [A beat.] I don't think they're safe.

[Which means that no, she can't promise to be careful, but she can promise to try harder]

[He gets it. He really does. He understands. Had he been there, he'd be chasing them too. Powerless or no. Even from a distance, his desire to protect, to take injuries upon himself rather than see his friends hurt, is raring its ugly head.

But...]

I do understand. But consider your own safety as well. I don't know your loved ones. But I feel safe in saying that they wouldn't want you getting hurt, either.

[Such cautioning is something he'd dismiss himself. He'll take a thousand strikes before letting even one land on someone he loves. But still.]

[Wryly:] It is a little too late for that.

[There's simply no room for logic in her heart right now. Even if Wanda knows deep down that it's probably futile, she has to try. At the very least, she needs to get some kind of useful information out of this for the next time.]

I would do anything to save him, but...not for a world where we aren't together.

[That's her only concession to her personal safety. She'll go into danger for Vision, but she's not going to knowingly do something that might get her killed.]

These 'ghosts'...you said that they don't feel like ghosts. Do they feel like anything to you?

Not any ghost I've been familiar with, at least.

[Admittedly his run-ins with ghosts have been rather unique.]

Maybe it's the lack of getting my ass kicked by any of them.

[It's delivered in a dry tone, but that seems to have been a joke to try and lighten the mood.] Of course the Force does feel different here. It could be that, too.

[Wanda manages a shadow of a grin in response.]

They probably can't hear you either. But maybe it is best not to count on that if you are so good at making ghosts angry.

The ghosts were angry entirely without my help. It's in a Sith's nature to seethe even after death.

[He shrugs. His run-ins have been unique, but you can only get your ass handed to you by a ghost so many times before it gets dull.]

Though I suppose it's good that I won't need a doctor myself.

Especially if our powers are...gone completely.

[She had guiltily wished for this once, in what feels like a lifetime ago, but now the thought chills her to the core. How in the world can she ever hope to rescue Vision without them? She isn't like Natasha or Clint - she isn't particularly strong, or smart, or agile. Realistically she has no chance against the power behind this storm as a regular, still somewhat scrawny human.

But she has enough heart to conquer an Infinity Stone, and so she has to try.]

03 Network, Video;

video;

video; much later

video;

no subject

video;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject