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revivalproject2020-06-11 07:36 pm
seeingscarlet) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-11 07:36 pm
if I could paint the sky
WHO: Wanda Maximoff, OPEN
WHERE: Wanda's calibrations room
WHAT: Come poke around the psychic's head. It's only fair, right?
WHEN: June 3–June 10th
WARNINGS: Death, superhero violence, human experimentation, some suicidal ideation on the mangled device prompt, temporarily injured animal
You find yourself in a tower room.
It looks fairly comfortable, all things considered. The couches and cushions are plush and welcoming and at first glance you might not associate the room with its owner unless you've been here before. It almost looks like something out of a storybook until you turn around. A series of two heavy cage-like doors prevent exit and an observation window looks out into the room. It's dark...for now. Still, you can't shake the feeling that someone is lurking out there. The room may be comfortable but it was clearly designed to keep something in. And there's a strange, constant sound that you might not yet be able to identify. Maybe ocean waves?
Giving the room a closer glance, there are hints to the occupant's identity, like the guitar resting safely by the bookcase. A strange glowing scepter sits in an elaborate containment unit on a table. Beside it rests a distorted cube and the wiry remains of a mangled device.
Stairs lead to a balcony, but this is no escape. Here, that ongoing sound that you might have mistaken for waves while inside resolves into what it really is: hundreds of indistinct whispers and voices. The night sky is a surreal red nebula, too red to seem natural, and the ground...
...there is no ground. It's just a sea of glowing scarlet mist identical to her powers. There doesn't seem to be any end to it and it's constantly in motion, almost like it's alive. There's no escaping this place; whatever has been locked away here is staying put. And yet there are signs of life: a romantic nook for two on the wide balcony, comfortable-looking seating for several people back in the room. Aside from the door's reminder that this is a prison, it isn't an unwelcoming place.
You know, if you can ignore the hole in the ceiling and the unexploded bomb that clearly reads "Stark Industries" embedded in the floor.
And you aren't alone here. Wanda herself is laying comfortably on the luxurious princess's bed in meditation, wreathed in scarlet power. A tiny fairy dragon sleeps on the pillow beside her, completely unbothered. There's a photo on the nightstand: two adults and two children, a dark-haired girl and boy. It's worn, like it's been handled quite a bit, and those who know her well may have seen her with it before. Beside it is a ring that clearly belongs with Wanda's own wedding ring.
What do you do?
WHERE: Wanda's calibrations room
WHAT: Come poke around the psychic's head. It's only fair, right?
WHEN: June 3–June 10th
WARNINGS: Death, superhero violence, human experimentation, some suicidal ideation on the mangled device prompt, temporarily injured animal
You find yourself in a tower room.
It looks fairly comfortable, all things considered. The couches and cushions are plush and welcoming and at first glance you might not associate the room with its owner unless you've been here before. It almost looks like something out of a storybook until you turn around. A series of two heavy cage-like doors prevent exit and an observation window looks out into the room. It's dark...for now. Still, you can't shake the feeling that someone is lurking out there. The room may be comfortable but it was clearly designed to keep something in. And there's a strange, constant sound that you might not yet be able to identify. Maybe ocean waves?
Giving the room a closer glance, there are hints to the occupant's identity, like the guitar resting safely by the bookcase. A strange glowing scepter sits in an elaborate containment unit on a table. Beside it rests a distorted cube and the wiry remains of a mangled device.
Stairs lead to a balcony, but this is no escape. Here, that ongoing sound that you might have mistaken for waves while inside resolves into what it really is: hundreds of indistinct whispers and voices. The night sky is a surreal red nebula, too red to seem natural, and the ground...
...there is no ground. It's just a sea of glowing scarlet mist identical to her powers. There doesn't seem to be any end to it and it's constantly in motion, almost like it's alive. There's no escaping this place; whatever has been locked away here is staying put. And yet there are signs of life: a romantic nook for two on the wide balcony, comfortable-looking seating for several people back in the room. Aside from the door's reminder that this is a prison, it isn't an unwelcoming place.
You know, if you can ignore the hole in the ceiling and the unexploded bomb that clearly reads "Stark Industries" embedded in the floor.
And you aren't alone here. Wanda herself is laying comfortably on the luxurious princess's bed in meditation, wreathed in scarlet power. A tiny fairy dragon sleeps on the pillow beside her, completely unbothered. There's a photo on the nightstand: two adults and two children, a dark-haired girl and boy. It's worn, like it's been handled quite a bit, and those who know her well may have seen her with it before. Beside it is a ring that clearly belongs with Wanda's own wedding ring.
What do you do?
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"This is Pops. He'll be okay. And you know wherever he is, he's going to fight his way back to you. He loves you, Wanda. He cares about you so much. Have faith in him. Just like I know he has it in you."
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Because surely that's what the Agrii wanted in the first place, right? Vision's knowledge and her power.
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So don't tell him it's for nothing, Wanda. Don't ever tell him that.
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She looks over towards the mangled device on the table. "The heart. If you touch it you'll understand, but...I don't think you'll like me anymore."
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Rises and moves to the mangled device. Yes. This is something he can accept. A weight.
"If you think I should see it, I'll see it."
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She's in the ruins of the cathedral, defending the key from a seemingly endless onslaught of Ultron sentries. It doesn't bother her. This is trivial. She could do this all day and only tire from standing.
Until pain (not hers, but Pietro's) rips through her senses and Wanda staggers as if she had just been shot. No, not him, she can't lose him, she can't, he was supposed to be safe–
He's dying.
And no matter how frantically Wanda tries to reach out for him, she can feel him slipping farther and farther away...and then there's nothing but the agonizing void where his presence had always been, even before the Mind Stone remade her. Pain and fear and grief overwhelm her, and as she falls to her knees screaming the world goes red.
Ultron sentries burn out of existence before its fury. In the moment, this doesn't terrify her. She has no room for anything but her grief.
Ultron did this.
Ultron did this and she'd helped him.
This is all her fault.
Ultron is still out there.
Time has no meaning anymore, and Wanda's utterly unaware of how long she'd been crying on the ground. A hollow rage is beginning to take over: this is Ultron's fault, and so Wanda is going to hunt him down and kill him in the worst way she can imagine.
She moves through the ruins of Novi Grad in a blur, sentries falling with Wanda barely making the conscious decision to unleash her power on them. Scarlet wreathes her hands, again without Wanda willing it, and some part of her mind must be aware that she's lost control but the rest of her is reveling in it. She wants to make him hurt the way he'd hurt Pietro, the way he'd hurt her people. Nothing else matters.
And when she finds him, when she finally does tear his heart from his chest – she feels nothing but dark satisfaction (she could have made it cleaner but she wanted this to hurt). Wanda squeezes the 'heart' a little harder and scarlet power consumes it completely. There's nothing left.
And as the city suddenly begins to plummet to the ground, she realizes that soon there will be nothing left of her too and that's just fine.
When the memory fades, Wanda hasn't moved from the bed. She's curled in on herself a bit, still ashamed. She had done all of this for the people of Sokovia, and who had she hurt the most? They'll never know how many people died because she couldn't control her temper long enough for everyone to evacuate.
"Do you see?" Her voice is quiet, barely there. "It's enough to get us in trouble, but I couldn't save any of them. And as long as the Agrii stay away from us...I don't know what to do."
And still...all that power and it doesn't hold a candle compared to his Wanda's. Would she have messed up so badly? Or would she have managed to save everyone? Or just stop it before it even got to that point?
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"I... would have blown it all up. If that happened to Billy. I'd have blown the Fucking world up. So I get it."
But she has absolutely no idea to how bad Wanda had fucked things up back there.