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( OPEN ) THE DAY YOU DUG MY HEART'S GRAVE

Who: Katherine Pierce, Wanda Maximoff + anyone!
What: A catchall for event shenanigans (memory share and hunting) and some other things.
When: December.
Where: The Trench and memories.

Content Warnings: Mind control, murder, suicide, vampirism, violence.

1. WINTER MOURNING

KATHERINE

[ the winter mournings around the town are beautiful. katherine, despite knowing what they do, can't help but reach out and touch one—or be in the vicinity of someone who does. remina is her patron, and even if she doesn't want to admit it, she does feel somewhat encouraged to honour her.

it doesn't matter if it's you or her—when that winter mourning is touched, a memory unfolds:

a) the world around them turns into a small, dank and dark tomb. katherine leans against the wall, appearing weak and pale as she sips a plastic cup of blood. dressed in a black dress, she talks to a woman who might as well be her reflection—elena's bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and wears a serious furrow to her brow as she listens to katherine's deep voice as she recalls the story of being hunted for her blood.

b) the kitchen's clean and empty, save for a man with blonde hair who walks about unguarded. the memory unfolds when katherine appears from behind the fridge, spooking john. he thinks she's someone else. what unravels next loses john some fingers.

c) the masquerade is prettily lit with men and women fancily dressed. katherine's in a black dress, wearing a black mask and her hair straight. she appears instantly behind stefan for some spine snapping fun. he looks handsome, doesn't he?

d) katherine's dressed in a corset. it's clear by the fashion and style that this is set one hundred years in the past. a man circles her, clearly stinking of wolf. she sips her alcohol and appears nonplussed as she threatens george lockwood with murder. but despite that, hey, why not take advantage of the surroundings and drink? ]

WANDA

[ the winter mournings are pretty, even if they are a little creepy. wanda likes them as decorations, though. it's best to try and get into the swing of the trench's traditions. considering she hasn't celebrated christmas in over five years thanks to the blip, she'll take what she can get to try and dig herself deeper into her pit of denial that she's alone.

it doesn't matter if it's you or her—when that winter mourning is touched, a memory unfolds:

a) wakanda is green despite the destruction occurring outside and within its barrier. it's loud, war thundering beyond the trees. but for her, it's quiet. wanda turns around, her expression pinched with fear. a red man—a synthezoid—sits on the ground before her. he peers up at her pleading, his expression pinched with heartbreak. he reaches out for her, begging her to kill him.

b) the world is destroyed. aliens fly in the sky, the clouds burn. strange contraptions fling to and fro, and men and women and aliens fight within a dark crater. but what lights up the crater is wanda landing and her facing a giant purple alien in gold armour who looks as intimidating as he is tall.

c) this would've been a nice town if the plot of land they find themselves on actually housed a home. it's empty, merely a bare skeleton that's halfway built. weeds grow from the dry ground. wanda stands with her hands clutching her chest, her demeanour flat. she looks at the plot of land and falls to the ground, and with her comes a wave of overpowering, thick red.

d) people mill about outside of a great field. the world is dark and blue, but then it begins to flicker like white noise across a television. wanda appears in a thick of red, easily passing through a barrier. the weapon in her hands glints red as she tosses it at hayward's feet.

e) you tumble, almost falling to your death. and then you're flying, up in an arena of red. the clouds burst like blood. a woman in dark purple blends in with the black. you're flying. wanda flies, pushing vision down—and it's very clear this is a fight in the sky. watch your step—the scarlet witch is here.

f) the house is dark and quiet. the outside hums with magic, burning a bright red as the hex's thick walls begin to unravel and pull itself away from the buildings and residents of westview. it's coming. wanda stands with her hands cupping vision as the world around them begins to pull itself apart. ]

2. RUN, RABBIT, RUN.

KATHERINE

[ being hunted isn't new to katherine. in fact, it's a well-worn pair of shoes where the sole's coming off at this point.

quick to figure out what's happening this month, katherine doesn't waste a moment to collect her own traps. those animals won't get her. if the biggest and baddest wolf in the entire history of werewolves can't catch her, neither can these beasts.

she waits around a corner, panting softly. listens carefully with both her ears and the blood magic she's beginning to learn to wield. the creature that's following her is going to get a nasty surprise with a bear trap on the ground.

when she hears footsteps—quiet, soft, human-like—she turns her head sharply and shushes you.

quietly, ] There's a creature around the corner.

WANDA

[ it's with an easy flick of her wrist that she lays out the traps. they glow red before they ease, settling into their new location and existence. the animals hunting sleepers will need to be stopped, even though she knows that's easier than done.

even though she feels some desire to hunt herself, wanda buries it deep. she'll save everyone. she'll do what she couldn't do five years ago.

wanda stands in the middle of the street, her hands on her hips. she appears brave or stupid—it depends on your perspective. she brushes her hair from her eyes and listens intently for the undead hunters. while a lot of them appear to be hunting specific sleepers, she won't let them win. sleepers need to be protected. she'll save her kind this time.

when someone seems close to stepping in one of the traps, they glow a bright red and become docile beneath their feet. ]

Watch your step.

[ she's so cute sometimes. ]

OOC

[ for memory sharing, please feel free to toss in your own memories, too! i'd love for katherine and wanda to experience others' memories as well as have their memories experienced.

for run, rabbit, run, katherine is a vileblood and can be hunted and wanda is a darkblood who can hunt if you want to pursue that! i don't want katherine to die and i don't want wanda to kill anyone. (harming, sure.)

as wanda is a telepath, please let me know if you're okay with her reading your character's mind! otherwise, i'll have her ignore the thoughts and not acknowledge them.

if you want to plot anything out specific, please pm me or hit up my plotting comment. ]

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The only blue Wanda is used to seeing is that of Pietro's. This shade feels different. It feels magically charged like hers, but skewed a little differently, similar to how Agatha's magic had felt.

She watches Blue for a moment before she very gently reaches out with her magic to pick up the slack. She doesn't want to exert himself at all, but she wants his magic to still be there, to still give him the comfort of being in control.

The blue sparkles with red. Even if Wanda tried, she doesn't think she'd be able to remove the tint of red from his blue hue. He may find it feels a touch easier to lift himself up little by little. Wanda supports him with her telekinesis, almost giving him the energy to manipulate to send himself up higher.

How are you feeling?

[admittedly, Blue's a little surprised to find his feet leaving the ground at all. that's not a dig against Wanda by any means, but rather just a lack of faith in the strength of his own abilities to be anything sufficient enough to bolster.

it does his heart good to feel himself lighter than air again, while still in his own body.

how is he feeling?] Like... A feather. [he breathes out a soft laugh.]

[ wanda smiles, feeling light herself. she doesn't try and catapult him into the air. staying grounded for now, she enjoys the way he gracefully lifts from the earth. she tries to weave her magic with his like fingers intertwining. in the end, it's all him. he's the one who's lifting himself up; she's merely giving him a hand. ]

You can go higher if you want.

[ for all of her teasing of requiring kneepads, she's not going to drop him. ]

[oh, that is temping. when he was younger, being able to fly about was a thrill - fun, even if rather risky depending on where the Shangri-La was hiding.

the prospect of flying without risk of being shot down...he really can't pass it up, can he?

but--]

Not alone, right? You're coming, too?

Oh, definitely.

[ wanda laughs as she easily picks herself up off the ground. she glows with her hands glowing a little brighter than they'd been when she'd lifted him up. her hold on him doesn't waver; nothing happens when she carries herself up, too. the ground is illuminated in a light red. wanda's hands burn it.

she comes to be at eye level with him. ]

How are you feeling? Is it good?

[relief courses through him as she rises to meet him, but it can't entirely quell the fluttery, anxious excitement of being in the air like this again.

he doesn't miss a beat in answering, a little laugh in his breath:] I feel quite a few decades younger inside, even though we're not even a meter off the ground!

[ she smiles widely, laughing at his joy. as of late, she's taken her ability to fly for granted. (there hasn't been much time in between needing to take to the air to fight and... needing to take to the air again to fight to really enjoy what she can do. she's never truly enjoyed it, not even in the presence of sam.) ]

Did you want to go higher?

Of course! [this is hardly flying so much as hovering. now, flying for fun, as opposed to racing into danger...Blue exhales, closing his eyes a moment so he can clear his mind of apprehension and the baggage of what flight typically ensued for him.

that starts with shifting his focus up. up, to the sky. that's where he wants to go...

so, with a little compression of psychic energy, the lunges upward to do exactly that.]

[ wanda watches him, smiling at his clear joy. she's grateful that it's working. he doesn't appear to be overextending himself. it's good to see that her powers can help rather than hurt or hinder.

slowly, she rises higher, the balls of red kissing her palms glowing brighter. she bends her leg at the knee as if she's about to take flight, too. ]

See? You're flying! No need for any kneepads for you.

[Blue feels joy welling up in his chest, threatening to make him laugh outright. he lets his arms drop away to his sides as he wills himself higher, encouraged by Wanda's remarks.

a little faster, then: Blue speeds up, relishing little rush of piercing through the air. he can't feel the wind directly, not with energy protecting him, but the pressure is there.

he gets a little lost in this, no longer racing upward, but just rushing across the sky, oblivious to the grim, gothic landscape below him. he twists himself, watching the twilit sky above him as he goes for a bit before looking back toward Wanda.]

Just how fast can you go-?

Zip.

[ she laughs, implying a blink-and-you-miss-it speed, clearly. wanda lifts into the air, but she doesn't speed around. she merely hovers, comfortable in letting the atmosphere hold her.

watching blue enjoy himself is something that feels familiar. she'd felt it when it'd become clear that tommy and billy had gifts, too. she doesn't feel tired; if anything, she feels more energised seeing that sharp red of her magic bring someone such joy. ]

I'm not sure. I've never tried to go fast before.

[ it seems silly now, not trying to take advantage of all of what her powers have to offer. ]

[it's perhaps better to err on the side of caution, to not press too close to unknown thresholds when she might be encumbered.

but also:] Let's see, then...!

[eyes forward, he focuses on the idea of not just going, but going fast.]

[ his enthusiasm is infectious. wanda does err on the side of caution for a moment, trying to come up with reasons why she can't…

there are none. no one can be hurt if she flies, and she thinks blue will be happy to see. she knows she would be, too.

the red of her hands glows brighter. wanda's slow at first to rise a little higher, and then she's tilting forward, cutting through the air. it's not at her fastest speed, but it's enough to keep her comfortable and laughing.

purposefully, she leaves a little waft of red behind her. ]

[the laughter is contagious, and it leads to two strange Sleepers from far, far away racing around above the ramshackle rooftops of Trench. his weakness is forgotten, making room for the thrill of piercing the wind and speeding past the dappled lights of the many, many minds below. stars above, stars below - it's just a difference of what they're made of, how far away they are.

it's enough that he forgets for a little while that he's reliant on Wanda to keep him aloft more than anything, forgets to be aware of her limitations...if she has any. truly, when Blue does think of Wanda, she brings to mind a blazing fire - and not just because of the red. it's the strength, the capacity to bloom and burst in the right conditions...

the next time he does look over to her, it's not to worry about strain or limitation, but to reach for her hand.]

[ wanda shows no signs of waning.

she's a well that's overflowing. even as the water's scooped out of her over and over, her levels never drop. while her grief had felt like endless nothingness, her power feels like endlessness that's full. and she's grateful that someone like blue can benefit from it.

she accepts his hand, squeezing it. she doesn't lead the way, not wanting to. he's bursting with happiness and comfort, and she only wants him to enjoy it. ]

You're an excellent flyer. One of the best I've seen.

There must not be that many, then. [it's said with some good humor, her penchant to quip rubbing off on him a bit.]

[ she shakes her head. ] No. All poor, poor flyers. They flip and fly into each other's wings.

[ poor sam, getting slagged off like this. surely, he'll be happy to take one for the team.

her brows lift. ] Have you ever flipped in the air?

I have - both intentionally and unintentionally. We all start out stumbling at first, don't we?

[but then, he didn't really have a way to prepare himself for what it was like; of all the Mu, he was the only one who could hover, let alone fly.]

We do.

[ wanda still thinks she's stumbling around, but she imagines blue would remind her that everyone stumbles from time to time. although, he makes falling back into something the may not have felt in some time look very, very easy. ]

You should flip. I'll catch you.

[his expression is almost incredulous as he raises his eyebrows at her.]

Have you any technique advice to share, or am I to try this blindly?

Hm.

[ blindly sounds fun, but also a touch anxiety-inducing. as someone who has only flipped while in battle, wanda, well… she could learn something new at the same time, too. ]

Move forward like you're diving and let the air let you spin.

[ despite her own trepidation, wanda hesitantly bows forward and then she turns, somersaulting gently in the air. red bursts around her, her magic holding her up. ]

[her own gymnastics mean Blue nearly spins himself, letting go before he can pitch forward himself. he breathes out a little laugh - she makes it look so easy! perhaps because it is? it's not like gravity's much of an issue for him right now.]

Diving forward...is very brazen, I think. My first thought was...

[was tilting up, going in a wider arc backward - which he does before leveling out back at her side.]

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