[ She wakes up face-down on a torn cushion. There are no bars, but along the walls, there are shadows, and the feel of predatory intent. It's good, to see one's enemy in front of you, a place to focus. ]
[ The first spider that comes at her gets torn to shreds by red light. The same happens to the second, and the third. She keeps walking, approaching those who aren't visibly able to protect themselves, and following those who are fleeing to get rid of their pursuers. ]
Can you walk? Come with me.
→ supplies
[ The clothes she has on her sufficed for now, but they're stained dark with spider goo. She couldn't care less about her current appearance, but it will smell. Wanda's no stranger to scavenging. ]
[ If the shop's not empty she just nods to whoever's there looking through the racks. Wryly, after taking a jacket, ]
What do you think? I should stick with red?
→ library
[ There's a stack of books like a trail in her wake, set on the table. Wanda is frowning at the titles as she examines each book and sets it out, mouth thinner and thinner as she goes. ]
Are these all useless?
→ wildcard
[ or anyone else you might find Wanda; snooping around the park and the armoury, perched in the bar, eating. ]
wanda maximoff | brackets or prose, I'll match you.
[ She wakes up face-down on a torn cushion. There are no bars, but along the walls, there are shadows, and the feel of predatory intent. It's good, to see one's enemy in front of you, a place to focus. ]
[ The first spider that comes at her gets torn to shreds by red light. The same happens to the second, and the third. She keeps walking, approaching those who aren't visibly able to protect themselves, and following those who are fleeing to get rid of their pursuers. ]
Can you walk? Come with me.
→ supplies
[ The clothes she has on her sufficed for now, but they're stained dark with spider goo. She couldn't care less about her current appearance, but it will smell. Wanda's no stranger to scavenging. ]
[ If the shop's not empty she just nods to whoever's there looking through the racks. Wryly, after taking a jacket, ]
What do you think? I should stick with red?
→ library
[ There's a stack of books like a trail in her wake, set on the table. Wanda is frowning at the titles as she examines each book and sets it out, mouth thinner and thinner as she goes. ]
Are these all useless?
→ wildcard
[ or anyone else you might find Wanda; snooping around the park and the armoury, perched in the bar, eating. ]
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