[it takes no time at all for realization to dawn that she's not alone in this room, and wanda isn't too sure if this is reason for comfort or notβregardless of the person she finds herself with. fortune or not, the fact of the matter is that they're both stuck in this endless kaleidoscope of homes and doors that lead everywhere but the exit.
it doesn't help matters much knowing that there's pink goop rushing at them from the bottom of the building and upwards. from the way the door was shut behind the other woman, wanda can only assume that they've reached a dead end.]
Ciri.
[whatever differences they may have, however, is no reason to put it over what's infinitely more urgent. soon after speaking ciri's name, wanda walks in a circle around the room, searching for a way to keep moving; the doors, as it were, wince under the push and weight of the goop trying to push through.
through the ceiling?
wanda packs a ball of scarlet magic under the palm of her hand and sends the flare of it upward, the magic dissolving at the material until there is a hole for them to get up through. she turns to ciri.]
no subject
it doesn't help matters much knowing that there's pink goop rushing at them from the bottom of the building and upwards. from the way the door was shut behind the other woman, wanda can only assume that they've reached a dead end.]
Ciri.
[whatever differences they may have, however, is no reason to put it over what's infinitely more urgent. soon after speaking ciri's name, wanda walks in a circle around the room, searching for a way to keep moving; the doors, as it were, wince under the push and weight of the goop trying to push through.
through the ceiling?
wanda packs a ball of scarlet magic under the palm of her hand and sends the flare of it upward, the magic dissolving at the material until there is a hole for them to get up through. she turns to ciri.]
Go.