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[carmesi]

Who: Wanda and others
What: Eclipse, magical madness, quest
Where: Solvunn and Horizon
When: A bit after the eclipse, mid-March.
Warnings: Will include in top levels if necessary.

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[carmesi]

[the burst of light removes the shadows, momentarily, from their vice grip of the sanctum's walls. wanda is nowhere to be found, should doctor strange turn to look to find her position; instead, she will stand in front of the skylight, a framed memory locked in place.

a dead alien planet, titan, and doctor strange plucking a green star from the sky, revealing it as a stone, offering it away.

it replays, over and over, wanda's eyes scanning the image. she rewinds it, repeats it, draws closer to the green stone. she pulls the image away, follows the stone as it floats away from his hands—through the orange haze and dust, and her heart catches in her throat.

a purple hand, fingers that pull the stone closer to the infinity gauntlet.

thanos.

"one to go."

don't dismiss my want to help people just because you've failed more than you've succeeded.

her hand presses against the glass of the skylight, her chest heaving, shoulders shaking, her breathing loud as tears stain her cheeks. the world bursts red, illuminating all the darkness away; doctor strange stands now amidst her red magic. her words are thick, filled with shaking rage.]

You—

[the skylight, untouched by her magic, displays a memory of her own now: vision knelt before her, their conversation ringing like an echo in this magical chamber. i can't—you have the power to destroy the stone—we are out of time—i can't—you can—if he gets the stone, half the universe dies—it shouldn't be you, but it is.]

—gave him—

[in the memory, her magic starts to attack the mind stone, a steady stream of power, her fighting off thanos long enough to have the stone break, an explosion in the forest and wanda left to pick up the pieces of her broken heart as thanos all but uses the green magic of the time stone to bring vision back—take the stone from him.]

—the stone!

[there is an explosion of glass as the skylight breaks in tandem with her scream, flying towards doctor strange with her hand outstretched, pulsing with scarlet, psionic energy pushing towards him with the intent to knock him right off his feet—or worse.]

[sorser]

[It was a miscalculation, but he is not of the right mind to make calculations at all. Where he had once been hesitant to speak of his connection to the Time Stone, now it displays on loop for her to see, and he makes no attempt to explain, no attempt to stop it, only watches with disdain as the images impress upon them both. His, and then hers -- the death of Vision, words exchanged that would tear at his heart on a normal day.

Today is not a normal day.

Her anger is heated, swirling with scarlet, and Stephen raises his hand to summon a shield to counter her attack. His movements, quick and nearly natural, betray his early reading of her intent -- and how much he had not cared to rely on persuasion first, magic second. He is agitated, frustrated, and his magic reflects his intemperate mood. It's satisfying, even, to know that his Eldritch magic has managed to conjure anything at all, the collision of two forces verifying it thoroughly.

Until, as has been the case, it cracks and fades and flickers and disappears altogether, leaving him facing what remains of her force. There's plenty, apparently, and it knocks right into him. Sends him flying, careening into the back wall with a winded grunt.]

[carmesi]

[chaos magic and eldritch magic collide, strings of energy, apparently flimsy, only to knock against each other with the force that fuels them from within each of its users. it certainly is different, in the horizon, but there is no denying that they are both making use of magic within this space.

and wanda knows she cannot hurt him, not physically. not here.

when her magic connects and he careens back with the force of it, wanda uses her magic to keep herself off the ground. the scarlet that surrounded floor and wall and ceiling falling back like static, forcing her to her feet as it struggles, against the backlash of her emotions, to keep steady.

but she does not stop, a barrage of red spell after red spell thrown out of her hands as she approaches him, waves of red thrown towards him; some hit, some fizzle out, they don't even keep to the same shape and size. with every step, another attempt at a red spell forms in her hands.]

He begged me to kill him, and you just gave Thanos the stone!