[It was, for a lack of a better word, "interesting" that Wanda is no longer the only one who can pry into people's thoughts thanks to the amulets (although the network makes the reach of her telepathy even stronger than before). It almost made her feel like she wasn't alone.
Almost. But not quite.
Wanda's abilities were the result of HYDRA messing with her mind. That's something she could never forget. How could anyone let her forget? She was a monster after all.
What does make Wanda's thoughts stand out in the network was that a scarlet mist seemed to be swirling around whenever she spoke. It wasn't her using her powers to bring out another person's worse fears (she doesn't do that anymore unless it was necessary) although it probably was just a facet of her abilities. Everything somehow had to be tied to the color red.]
It's strange. Not being the only one who can read minds.
[She said, the mist twisting around.]
The situation... It is not usually mutual in my case.
[You could hear the wryness of her tone.]
E (1+2)
[The longer Wanda sloshes around the sewer to find a way out, the more she could feel that there was something definitely off about this place. There was an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to loomed closer the farther she walked. Her abilities made being able to sense a person's emotions and this place seemed to even intensify that power tenfold. She could feel in her gut, a mixture of paranoia and fear swirling around in the air, making the task of even walking around like the most arduous task any of them has done. The pungent smell was increasing, the muck that was around their ankles seemed to be rising up, closing in around them and Wanda's threshold for bearing it all was about to tip its breaking point...
Until she suddenly activates her powers, spinning around quickly and aiming a blast of scarlet at the sewer water, nearly missing whoever was behind her.]
... I'm sorry.
[She heaved a breath, lowering her hand when she sees there was nothing there.] I thought there was something else here with us.
F 2
[Despite her best efforts, Wanda finds herself caught in one of the nets thrown at her while she was midair, using her telekinesis to propel her while she threw a combination of sleep and apathy grenades. Good thing she landed on the surface of the airship though her pride is wounded and she is mildly cursing in her native Sokovian tongue while Cap yells, "LANGUAGE!" somewhere in the distance while struggling to break herself free from the net.
Help would be greatly appreciated! And hurt her pride a little more.]
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch | MCU (Post-Civil War)
[It was, for a lack of a better word, "interesting" that Wanda is no longer the only one who can pry into people's thoughts thanks to the amulets (although the network makes the reach of her telepathy even stronger than before). It almost made her feel like she wasn't alone.
Almost. But not quite.
Wanda's abilities were the result of HYDRA messing with her mind. That's something she could never forget. How could anyone let her forget? She was a monster after all.
What does make Wanda's thoughts stand out in the network was that a scarlet mist seemed to be swirling around whenever she spoke. It wasn't her using her powers to bring out another person's worse fears (she doesn't do that anymore unless it was necessary) although it probably was just a facet of her abilities. Everything somehow had to be tied to the color red.]
It's strange. Not being the only one who can read minds.
[She said, the mist twisting around.]The situation... It is not usually mutual in my case.
[You could hear the wryness of her tone.]E (1+2)
[The longer Wanda sloshes around the sewer to find a way out, the more she could feel that there was something definitely off about this place. There was an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to loomed closer the farther she walked. Her abilities made being able to sense a person's emotions and this place seemed to even intensify that power tenfold. She could feel in her gut, a mixture of paranoia and fear swirling around in the air, making the task of even walking around like the most arduous task any of them has done. The pungent smell was increasing, the muck that was around their ankles seemed to be rising up, closing in around them and Wanda's threshold for bearing it all was about to tip its breaking point...
Until she suddenly activates her powers, spinning around quickly and aiming a blast of scarlet at the sewer water, nearly missing whoever was behind her.]
... I'm sorry.
[She heaved a breath, lowering her hand when she sees there was nothing there.] I thought there was something else here with us.
F 2
[Despite her best efforts, Wanda finds herself caught in one of the nets thrown at her while she was midair, using her telekinesis to propel her while she threw a combination of sleep and apathy grenades. Good thing she landed on the surface of the airship though her pride is wounded and she is mildly cursing in her native Sokovian tongue
while Cap yells, "LANGUAGE!" somewhere in the distancewhile struggling to break herself free from the net.Help would be greatly appreciated!
And hurt her pride a little more.]Wildcard
((Come at me, bro.))