open ☾ an arrival

[noch]

WHO: Merrin and YOU
WHERE: All over Temba
WHAT: One (1) very confused space witch makes her debut
WHEN: Right now?
WARNINGS: None yet, but will update if anything comes up!

A. YOU'VE GOTTA BE KITTEN ME

Despite the fact that Merrin is absolutely the type to hold grudges, she's somehow made peace with Voroka and the other mothkittens in spite of the terrible crime against her—at least judging by the fact that she's currently sitting cross-legged in the grass near the library while the kittens nap, lounge, and play in the sunshine around her.

A few bolder ones have already approached her, and she extends her hand towards one of them to let it curiously sniff her fingers. She's learned her lesson from last time, however, and she keeps her talisman, a palm-sized, halfmoon-shaped white rock, gripped tightly in her other hand to prevent another theft. That's the last thing she needs, now or ever.

"Hello, Voroka," she says to the mothkitten, though her voice doesn't sound welcoming so much as stern, like a disappointed parent. "Did you think I would not recognize you?"

B. LIFE'S A BEACH

It takes her a little while to find the path to the beach, but she eventually stumbles across it and—well, her home planet, Dathomir, is essentially a dry, harsh wasteland, and the largest body of water that exists there is a swamp, maybe a pond.

So nothing really prepares her for the sight of the ocean stretching out in front of her. It appears almost infinite to her, and she stands there on the beach for a long time, staring out across the water in wonder, her lips slightly parted. Her gaze keeps darting to the waves lapping against the shore as if she's... contemplating something.

(In fact, she's contemplating putting her feet in the water, though she doesn't know how safe it is, if at all. A lifetime on Dathomir has made her wary of everything, even if it looks harmless.)

C. SURPRISE! AT THE DISCO

After a few days of exploring, Merrin has finally started to get the lay of this place, and so she feels comfortable enough using her magick to teleport around—at least in the town center, where she's most familiarized, whether there are other people around or not.

The only thing that heralds her imminent arrival is a thick green fog that she materializes into, and then she's suddenly there, looking completely unperturbed, like she just stepped off a lift instead of blinking into existence halfway across the city.

D. WILDCARD

Of course, Merrin is still exploring. She can also be found in the hangar, inspecting all of the ships, including exploring her own assigned ship, the First Breath, at the inn, contemplating her food options and wishing she could eat Greez's steak, in the hotel, staking out an empty room (or not?) to claim, or pretty much anywhere else, seriously. Jedi and anyone who can sense Jedi will also be able to sense her—she feels pretty similar, actually, but definitively more... dark. Or sinister.

Or feel free to use any of her TDM prompts, if those speak to you more.

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[seeingscarlet]

She can't quite describe what that green misty stuff felt like, but it's both like and unlike anything she's ever seen before. It's hard to describe. But the accent...this is almost like looking through some sort of weird mirror. The differently-colored magic, the accent, the red...

"I'm an Avenger. I've never heard of a Nightsister." Wanda tilts her head. "Why? Do you recognize this?" And she summons a small wisp of power in demonstration.

[noch]

Avenger... that's a new one. But Merrin hasn't traveled much outside of Dathomir, so a lot of things are new to her, much to her chagrin.

"It is magick," she answers simply. Unfortunately the K is silent, but it's not like there's much of a functional difference anyway, which she demonstrates by calling a ball of ichor that floats above her palm in a ball of bright green mist. Then she lets it dissipate, her hand falling to her side. "I did not know there were others who know this power, besides my sisters."

[seeingscarlet]

Wanda watches with the obvious interest of someone who's been alone in certain ways for far too long. "It's beautiful."

"My power has been called magic by people I trust but I still don't understand it very well. Everything I can do I learned by myself." You know, after a fateful encounter with a magical cosmic gem. Normal stuff. "Have you always been able to do that?"

[noch]

That obvious interest is reflected right back in Merrin's expression, alongside maybe a little... hope? It's been so long since she's met another Nightsister or Avenger or witch or whatever one wants to call it, not since her sisters met their end and left Merrin very, very alone. She feels like she's met a kindred spirit. Or maybe... a lost sister.

"Yes. From childhood, our mothers and sisters teach us how to wield our magick," she explains. Ancient rituals, passed down from mother to daughter for generations. "It's not the same for you?"

[seeingscarlet]

Wanda shakes her head. What the other woman's describing sounds wonderful - it's a kind of kinship Wanda's never had before. She was left alone to struggle with and figure out her new powers in a cold, uncomfortable cell. There is part of her that is fiercely jealous of some aspects of her other self's life - the other Wanda was just born with it, in a world where it isn't so strange for people to be born with powers. But before she came here, Wanda has always been alone in that way.

"There was...a magical gem. It changed me, and it changed my brother. But no one else where I'm from has powers like this." Loki's powers are close, but still different - there are plenty of things he could do that she can't, and as far as she was aware, without the Scepter, several aspects of her own powers are beyond him.

"I'm Wanda."

[noch]

No one else... it's both familiar and not. The loneliness is familiar, and so is the knowledge that she's the last of her sisters, the only Nightsister left. Growing up without the support of her coven and the legacy of generations of magick-wielding women just like her—that is unfamiliar, but no less sympathetic.

Her expression softens, and she nods her head in greeting. "I am Merrin. There were once many of us on Dathomir," she adds, her voice more subdued, "but now I am the last. We are the same."

No one else has powers like hers either.