[ The first day that Julie had discovered Wanda's missing domain, she (somewhat understandably) freaked out. Just a little. Worked herself into an anxiety spiral before she noticed that, yes, the cabin and everything else was gone, but the space wasn't empty.
Wanda is there, shapeless and aimless and lost, but there. An unsteady crimson cloud, trying to consume everything in its path.
So Julie puts herself squarely in that path.
She had, at first, given Wanda the chance to respond to messages, but after a day or two of nothing, Julie decided that the only way to handle this is her own way. She is the woman who has survived two apocalypses, who dragged herself over a thousand miles in solitude for a dream, who has escaped a demon wizard. She can communicate directly and personally with the most powerful force that anyone seems to have ever heard of. She will not be bested by some fucking fog and a cold shoulder.
It does take time. A few afternoons spread over the course of week. But Julie has nothing if not an abundance of free time to spend in the Horizon. Every day, she marches directly into what used to be the heart of Wanda's domain, where there used to be a worn-in chair in the cabin. Like a petulant child, she plants herself on the ground, sitting cross-legged with her arms folded over her chest. When she calls out for Wanda, it's not with her voice.
I'm not leaving, Wanda.
The mist crawls toward her, every time, and every time, she surrounds herself with a mist of her own as a counter, clouds of magenta that rise up to buttress against the scarlet. Julie doesn't seek to push Wanda's magic back -- she only wants to insulate herself from it.
When, finally, Wanda appears, Julie looks up at her from the ground, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes flick over the outfit with little more than a blink; her gaze settles decidedly on Wanda's face. ]
Took you long enough. [ It's not accusatory, just a flat remark. Julie would have sat here for another week if she needed to. As she rises to her feet, a set of two large, ornate armchairs materialize a few yards away, their legs standing defiantly in the mist. Julie makes her way over to sit down. ] You wanna tell me what this whole fit's about? Did you think people wouldn't worry?
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Wanda is there, shapeless and aimless and lost, but there. An unsteady crimson cloud, trying to consume everything in its path.
So Julie puts herself squarely in that path.
She had, at first, given Wanda the chance to respond to messages, but after a day or two of nothing, Julie decided that the only way to handle this is her own way. She is the woman who has survived two apocalypses, who dragged herself over a thousand miles in solitude for a dream, who has escaped a demon wizard. She can communicate directly and personally with the most powerful force that anyone seems to have ever heard of. She will not be bested by some fucking fog and a cold shoulder.
It does take time. A few afternoons spread over the course of week. But Julie has nothing if not an abundance of free time to spend in the Horizon. Every day, she marches directly into what used to be the heart of Wanda's domain, where there used to be a worn-in chair in the cabin. Like a petulant child, she plants herself on the ground, sitting cross-legged with her arms folded over her chest. When she calls out for Wanda, it's not with her voice.
I'm not leaving, Wanda.
The mist crawls toward her, every time, and every time, she surrounds herself with a mist of her own as a counter, clouds of magenta that rise up to buttress against the scarlet. Julie doesn't seek to push Wanda's magic back -- she only wants to insulate herself from it.
When, finally, Wanda appears, Julie looks up at her from the ground, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes flick over the outfit with little more than a blink; her gaze settles decidedly on Wanda's face. ]
Took you long enough. [ It's not accusatory, just a flat remark. Julie would have sat here for another week if she needed to. As she rises to her feet, a set of two large, ornate armchairs materialize a few yards away, their legs standing defiantly in the mist. Julie makes her way over to sit down. ] You wanna tell me what this whole fit's about? Did you think people wouldn't worry?