Who: wanda and others When: april & may Where: solvunn, horizon What: catch-all for the month, closed and open prompts within. Warnings: none at the moment, will mark as needed.
[it's been baked into him, but that just makes him the perfect cookie-cutter soldier he was expected to be. wanda knows that's not the whole truth of who steve is—who struggled to find his own place in the world, a stranger to time.
(sometimes she wonders about how everything in the universe conspired to make it so that this specific group of people would cross paths. she would have never met steve, had he not been awoken so many decades into a future he never got to grow into. of all the time periods in the universe they come from, and they got to meet.)
she reaches for the shield, pressing a hand to the slight curve of it. vibranium always had a specific quality to it, reacting to touch, vibrating, as it were, almost as if countering whatever force was pressed against it. the sound of it was like a quiet song, steady and reliable. marred, now, by the blood of a woman who meant something to steve, cut in half, lying dead on the floor of a universe not their own.
wanda doesn't draw her hand away immediately, but instead drags it down the shield. its shape, as steve perceives it, disappears; what's left, instead, is a carcass of it: an outline of the shield drawn out in her red magic, holding still the same weight and feel as when it was intact.]
In the real world, unless you manage to find something like vibranium and someone to make you a shield, maybe you'll do best in being able to localize whatever magic you learn to create your own. [she turns her eyes up to him.] Is that something you want to do? Or do you want to learn something else?
I do have a shield. It's not made with vibranium, but it's still well-constructed.
[ Steve may not know much about what Viktor and Jayce do when it comes to the nitty gritty details, but he can tell that the shields they've made for him are top-notch in terms of quality, based on what they have available to him. It's not their fault that vibranium doesn't exist here. ]
So the idea was I would use telekinesis to move that shield around the way I'm used to mine moving. It can't ricochet off of things on its own, but with some help from my magic, it can behave similarly.
[ That's the idea, anyway. Steve looks to Wanda, her red rippling magic reflecting on her face, and shrugs his shoulders. He's no expert here, so maybe the theory behind what he wants to do is flawed.
He smiles sheepishly, the confident student from before gone now. ]
[as steve explains what he wants to do, her magic ceases entirely, and they’re left in the monotone hues of the room as it had been before. his sheepish smile is odd to see, because for once it is her telling steve about something that he ought to learn to do, and not the other way around.
she offers him a smile in return, momentarily, before drawing back.]
You have to imagine it like — a yo-yo. Like there’s always a stretchy string between it and yourself.
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(sometimes she wonders about how everything in the universe conspired to make it so that this specific group of people would cross paths. she would have never met steve, had he not been awoken so many decades into a future he never got to grow into. of all the time periods in the universe they come from, and they got to meet.)
she reaches for the shield, pressing a hand to the slight curve of it. vibranium always had a specific quality to it, reacting to touch, vibrating, as it were, almost as if countering whatever force was pressed against it. the sound of it was like a quiet song, steady and reliable. marred, now, by the blood of a woman who meant something to steve, cut in half, lying dead on the floor of a universe not their own.
wanda doesn't draw her hand away immediately, but instead drags it down the shield. its shape, as steve perceives it, disappears; what's left, instead, is a carcass of it: an outline of the shield drawn out in her red magic, holding still the same weight and feel as when it was intact.]
In the real world, unless you manage to find something like vibranium and someone to make you a shield, maybe you'll do best in being able to localize whatever magic you learn to create your own. [she turns her eyes up to him.] Is that something you want to do? Or do you want to learn something else?
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[ Steve may not know much about what Viktor and Jayce do when it comes to the nitty gritty details, but he can tell that the shields they've made for him are top-notch in terms of quality, based on what they have available to him. It's not their fault that vibranium doesn't exist here. ]
So the idea was I would use telekinesis to move that shield around the way I'm used to mine moving. It can't ricochet off of things on its own, but with some help from my magic, it can behave similarly.
[ That's the idea, anyway. Steve looks to Wanda, her red rippling magic reflecting on her face, and shrugs his shoulders. He's no expert here, so maybe the theory behind what he wants to do is flawed.
He smiles sheepishly, the confident student from before gone now. ]
Would that... work?
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she offers him a smile in return, momentarily, before drawing back.]
You have to imagine it like — a yo-yo. Like there’s always a stretchy string between it and yourself.
[that might help his telekinectic efforts.]
I think it’ll work.
[finally, an evaluation of his thoughts.]
You’ll have to practice, though.