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Who: Wanda Maximoff (

seeingscarlet) & YOU
What: Wanda tries to help out.
When: First half of March
Where: Mostly Olympia
Warning(s): TBA

i. Rebuilding
By now the regular people of Olympia are starting to learn that the brunette in the red coat might have questionable fashion choices, but she doesn't mean them any harm. They're certainly not going to turn down help with the heavy lifting, not when she can casually move even the heftiest building materials with a wave of her hand. And on more than one instance, someone has slipped or started to lose their balance only to be caught by scarlet energy.

Most of the remaining rioters really don't want to mess with something they can't fully understand, and so Wanda finds herself doing an awful lot of standing around as some sort of deterrent even when there's nothing left she has the skills to help with. This is definitely an improvement - none of the people she's been helping seem frightened of her.

ii. Potion Run
While she helps to rebuild where she's able, the city is full of intense emotions and Wanda's glad there are ways she can still be helping and get away to take a psychic break. She hadn't been able to leave Olympia at all since Jon snuck her in, and that initial disastrous trek from the Hollow really hadn't been a time for sightseeing. She'd been too tired and too grumpy to really appreciate the scenery.

But this place isn't that bad when the natives aren't making your life difficult...

Wanda's unfamiliar with the flora of El Nysa, left only with the rushed explanation of the plants and what supplementing memories she'd been able to glean before the healers shooed her out the door. It's a little patchy, so you might find Wanda turning to you, flower in hand. "This is one of the plants they need, yes?"

iii. Wild Card
Wanda's focus is with the people, but she can be convinced to tag along to investigate the anti-Simwe faction and she'll make her way to Wyver if any of her friends need her. Her plotting post is here if you want to hash anything out!

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Diana, as ashamed as she is to admit it, still hasn't recovered from the serious injuries she'd suffered during the chaos. Her face still bears hints of the bruising, little discolorations around her cheek and jaw, and her arm is still in the sling. Even her magic can't fix everything instantly.

Which means she needs help to collect potion ingredients. Thankfully, she's found some. And the woman seems intelligent enough.

Diana's one good hand opens the small book she holds, her hand in the sling managing to flip through the pages, peering closely at the plant Wanda is holding. "It certainly looks like it," she says. "If it's not that plant, it's a very close mimic. I think we can probably assume it is what we're looking for."

They've sent an injured person out here? Was there really no one else? Wanda knew things were bad, but she hadn't seen them turning away anyone so badly hurt. Maybe she should have offered the Sanctuary her help sooner. If there's anything out here, it's not a threat to her.

"They gave you a book?" Lucky, if not for the fact that Diana only has full use of one arm. Wanda frowns and stashes the flower in her bag with the other ones. "I found more of them over there if you still need some." It's an excuse to stick together - Diana's book will be useful and Wanda's not comfortable leaving her alone out here.

"Not this time," Diana clarifies. "We needed to do some hunting for plants earlier; I kept the book I was given." She stows it back at her side, hanging in her sash, as she walks over to where the other plants are kept. "Yes, these should do nicely-- thank you."

She replaces the book in her hand with a small metal cylinder; a flick of her wrist and it extends to more than double its length, a slender metal rod with two curved prongs at the end.

Diana murmurs something under her breath, and the wand glows green.

Wanda's eyes widen and she can't help but stare. The glow only confirms what she suspected - that must be some kind of wand. "You have magic," she says, fascinated. The odds were good that someone else here from one of the worlds the Natha saved would, but nothing Wanda's seen so far has been this obvious.

Diana doesn't look up, focusing on her work. "I'm a witch, yes," she answers in the affirmative, as easily as if she's explaining tomorrow's weather forecast. She flicks the wand, and green sparks of light surround the plants they were tasked with finding.

The plants then uproot themselves, floating gently into Diana's herb pouch at her hip, which she closes behind them. She favors Wanda a slightly tired smile. "It makes doing this with one hand easier."

Wanda opens her mouth, then changes her mind and closes it. She's still not sure what to call her abilities or if they're technically even magic. Categorizing them is a luxury she's never been able to afford.

Maybe it's easier to show than tell. The red energy surrounds one of the plants a few feet away like a sheath, traveling down the roots so Wanda can pull it free intact. It floats to hover in front of Diana.

She hesitates again, unsure now that there's no external pressure that's forced her to reveal herself. "I've...never met anyone else with powers like this."

The red light a few feet away catches her attention, and Diana looks that way with mild curiosity on her face. It's not surprise; she comes from a place where magic is commonplace, after all. So this person can do it too.

Her gaze follows the plant as it hovers, analyzing it. Some sort of telekinesis, perhaps?

But even so, she can tell that the other woman is... nervous? Anxious? The smile she gives tries to be sympathetic. "I have-- plenty of them. Don't worry, it's not surprising."

"You can do magic too, then?"

Well, someone at the Sanctuary will find a use for it. Wanda floats the plant back to her hand and stashes it in her bag with the others.

"You could call it that? I was the only one like this at home." She shrugs. "It's mine, but I am not sure what it is." She's 'witch' enough for that to make it into her codename, but it's not like she has the traditional trappings or even fully understands what she's doing.

That earns a quizzical look from Diana. "What else would it be? Other than the color, it looks like something I'd see any day in classes at Luna Nova. It certainly seems like magic."

"On my world they don't like to call things magic." Science that they just can't understand yet they can handle with a degree of wariness. But magic...magic is another thing altogether.

"Did you find any of the blue flowers?"

Diana clucks her tongue. The very idea of not calling magic 'magic' is just inconceivable to her. "Ridiculous," she murmurs. "Magic is magic, whatever you term it," she says, brusquely.

"I haven't seen any of those flowers yet, though. Are you sure they're around here? This seems to favor more root-like plants."

There was no reason for anyone to be idle in the clean up phase after the rioting, and he found even those who were standing around were doing so with purpose. This had all been a giant hot mess of a situation, one he didn't care much to take sides in, but clean up was a great way to learn the city, learn the people, and figure out a few boltholes to occasionally occupy if the going might turn tough.

And because he thought it was the best use of his time, he had left his duties of standing guard or helping to assist with basic medical treatment to head off to gather more supplies.

However, he found himself distracted by the lithe young woman lifting heavy debris with red energy. He didn't know her, but he would know von Strucker. Still, he carried on his way and some time later passed by while she was standing guard with considerable bandage material and salve. She seemed like a bad ass, which meant he thought it worthwhile to comment. What did he have to lose?

"So, do you have a maximum lift capacity because that was impress back there?"

It's fortunate that Tony had warned her earlier, otherwise Wanda would have had no idea who he is. He clearly doesn't know who (or what) she is, either, or he wouldn't be trying to draw her attention at all. Still, it's not exactly surprising. Strucker had been paranoid about anyone, even other HYDRA cells, finding out about his 'project.'

She played him and his men for over a year, and as far as she's concerned this Rumlow person should be no different. So she smiles and keeps her tone perfectly friendly. "I can handle a few bags."

He was human through and through, and, unlike a few people he had worked with, he had no extra enhancements. He knew what all manner of special powers looked like of course, so he knew when it was worthwhile being impressed. There didn't seem to be any reason to not comment on her special skills, trying to establish what reputation that he could in the current situation.

"Looks to me that you can handle more than that," he said, nodding his chin towards some of the heavier materials that he had seen her moving all on her own previously. "Nice to see everyone pitching in to help others out."

Wanda shrugs, not used to praise. "I mean that you look like you need a hand." The medical supplies are infinitely more important than her grudge against him, and it's hardly the first time she's swallowed her distaste for someone else's sake. She has power now. She has to look out for people who don't. "Those are for the Sanctuary?"

"I have two hands and both of them are currently very occupied," he replied with a shrug of his own. He could carry some good weight himself, not on the level of her of course. Instead, he offered her a grin. "Unless you're offering to protect me until I get back to Sanctuary? I wouldn't say no to that."

Her abilities had great value after all, and if she was willing to get him to where he needed to go faster by keeping people looking for trouble off his back, he'd take it.

"That won't be any trouble." It's been quiet here today, and Wanda's fairly confident the others can hold down the fort until she gets back. It's not someplace like the Wyvernnest that continually draws the rioters' ire. "Has someone been following you?"

People were settling, but it didn't mean that all this mess was over. He had seen signs and there wasn't much in the way of show from the authorities that they had snuffed out the cause of the riots. He hadn't heard of any arrests anyway.

"No, I would know if they tried. Besides, I'm a runner of medical supplies. I have nothing anyone wants."

Wanda makes a face. "The medicine?" It's in demand after the violent riots, and a man seemingly weighed down with boxes would be an attractive target. From what Tony had said, she's sure Rumlow can handle himself...but medical supplies are fragile and might not survive a struggle. "It will be safer if someone goes with you."

"If people know it's medicine," was all he said. He wasn't stupid enough to go waltzing around with the words written on the outside of the boxes. Besides, he had figured out early that wearing his usual all black was a good way to get associated with the Guard, so he had shifted his dress to blend in with the native population.

"If you want to join me, I won't say no. I only actually stopped to comment on your cool powers."

"You are still a walking target," Wanda says as she makes a face. It's a volatile time in Olympia and yet here he is carrying boxes of something around. Whatever it is, it clearly has some importance. "They're taking a break. I can be back before they need help."

"If you insist, but I'm used to taking care of myself," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't going to stop someone with an obvious advantage from helping get supplies to where they needed to go. "Do I get a name for my guardian?"

Maybe she's biased, but Emma thinks the brunette in the red coat has style. Ever since her own red leather jacket reappeared a few days ago, Emma's been wearing it with little concern for what the Olympians might think of it. She dresses differently when she's patrolling with the guard, but the only obligation that has her out here today is a desire to help people rebuild what they lost. She's not on the clock, and not interested in having to fight off rioters the way she has been lately.

Which means she's probably better off hanging around the woman who's also raised a few eyebrows. There's a lot they could probably get done if they work together. "I see you found a way to make yourself useful here." Emma steps up to wander after she catches sight of her shifting a large beam into place - once it's secured and away from both of them. "That's one hell of a super power."

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