( CLOSED ) THEY'RE LYING THROUGH THEIR TEETH.

[manipulative]

Who: Katherine, Stefan, A Space Robot, and Wanda.
What: October scary stuff.
When: All month.
Where: Around!

Content Warnings: Applicable content warnings go here.

Comments

[explosion]

[ wanda inhales to only exhale loudly. she wants to be her usual burst of optimism—he'll still be able to breathe, given that she knows robots or androids or what have you—but she's never quite known a human to turn into a robot. vision had started as artificial intelligence. ultron had been the same.

so, instead of pulling the wool over her eyes, wanda gently takes amos' arm and runs her finger along it, leaving a trail of red in her wake. ]

We will need to slow it down before we stop it.

[rocinantes]

How do you slow it down?

( though, he guesses that if anyone can do that, it's her. she has the magic. he'd just try and shoot it to death.

he swallows. )

Can you stop it?

[explosion]

[ she doesn't answer immediately as she looks down at his leg. it may appear like she's merely staring at it, perhaps lost in her own thoughts, but wanda puts what she's learned with vision to use. it may not have been created by the mind stone, but she should—and can—sense its energy.

after a moment, she looks up at him. ]

It will probably hurt. I have to try and rewrite it like... [ she thinks for a moment. ] I'm trying to override a system.

[rocinantes]

Pain's fine.

( he's more than used to that. )

Do what you need to do.

[explosion]

[ wanda wants to question that, but she knows it's better to let him believe he's above the kind of pain she's sure she's going to have to elicit within him than to make him focus on it.

looking down at his leg again, she settles more comfortably on her knees. she lets her hands hover over his leg as she thinks. she's healed vision's wires. she's created a town and decorated various set designs without thinking. so why does it feel so terrifying to do this while very conscious of her actions?

tucking one hand under his calf, she gently holds his leg as she lets her other hand hover. and much like a puppeteer working a marionette, she wiggles her fingers slightly. nothing comes from her fingertips for a few moments. then red tendrils do, disappearing between the threads of his pants. they feel ticklish and soft, and it feels as though nothing's happening. ]

How does that feel?

[rocinantes]

( there's definitely some pain there. it's tolerable, nothing he hasn't felt before but he still holds his breath and bites down on the inside of his cheek.

the pain increases and he refuses to look down because he doesn't want to see anything weird. )

It's all right. Not too bad.