[wanda does not scare easily, but it startles her significantly to see movement so sudden. she jumps back in surprise, but it's the familiarity of the figure that scales upward which centers her to take quick action. with her magic, it's easy to remove the glass from the pane as if it never existed, leaning over and out to look up atβ]
Steve?
[she calls out, because is there a reason why he's vaulting across balconies? should she be doing the sameβ? there's no real room for an answer or to ponder upon these questions before said pink sludge reaches her floor. it's the smell that hits wanda first, giving her enough time to raise a hand and blast forth a hex burst, making it tumble a few floors down.
whipping her head down to look, all the goop starts reforming despite the blast, pulsing back together.
okay, so maybe steve has the right idea vaulting from balcony to balcony.
pulling herself up on the windowsill, wanda stands and puts her hands onto a jutting air conditioner unit, holding herself up as her magic helps her levitate the rest of the way upward onto a protruding roof. shit, her magic isn't working right. her boots scrape against the brick tiles as she pushes back to her feet, back flat against the outer wall.
yeah, the goop is climbing, part of it splitting off and entering the window of the hallway she had just been in. wanda raises her head, trying to find a direction to follow.]
Uhβ [what the hell kind of situation is this? she reaches upward with a hand, stretching her fingers as far as she can go.] A little help?
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Steve?
[she calls out, because is there a reason why he's vaulting across balconies? should she be doing the sameβ? there's no real room for an answer or to ponder upon these questions before said pink sludge reaches her floor. it's the smell that hits wanda first, giving her enough time to raise a hand and blast forth a hex burst, making it tumble a few floors down.
whipping her head down to look, all the goop starts reforming despite the blast, pulsing back together.
okay, so maybe steve has the right idea vaulting from balcony to balcony.
pulling herself up on the windowsill, wanda stands and puts her hands onto a jutting air conditioner unit, holding herself up as her magic helps her levitate the rest of the way upward onto a protruding roof. shit, her magic isn't working right. her boots scrape against the brick tiles as she pushes back to her feet, back flat against the outer wall.
yeah, the goop is climbing, part of it splitting off and entering the window of the hallway she had just been in. wanda raises her head, trying to find a direction to follow.]
Uhβ [what the hell kind of situation is this? she reaches upward with a hand, stretching her fingers as far as she can go.] A little help?