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( OPEN ) IN THE MOMENT WE'RE LOST AND FOUND.

Who: Katherine Pierce, Wanda Maximoff, and you!
What: Event shenanigans (growing pains, river of regret, and bloodsport), TDM overflow, and general stuff like omens and the Scarlet Witch mayhaps.
When: September.
Where: Around the Trench.
Content warnings: Blood, dead people, grief, magic, mind control, violence. Talk of resurrection.

THE RIVER OF DREAMS

W1. VISION
OPEN TO TWO PEOPLE | cw: dead body, grief, some telepathy.

She hadn't expected to see him.

She has the same reaction as she had in the 1960s: gasping, hand to her chest, looking away as quickly as she can. Vision is discoloured and tied to a post that seems to crack and splinter beneath the weight of Vibranium.

When she dares to look up at him again, he doesn't change. The vibrancy of his red isn't there. His eyes are still dead. The hole in the head she had put there is still there.

Even though Wanda looks away and to her companion in the canoe with a tense, forced smile that's meant to convey everything is all right, she can't help but look back to find him gone.

Had she made him disappear?

Panicking, she looks around, the boat moving beneath her weight. "Where is he?" She looks back to where he had been, but Vision isn't tied to the damaged post.

You may notice the water to the side of the canoe is beginning to glow a scarlet red. It doesn't flicker or fade, deepening in intensity. It begins to bleed a little wider than the canoe, turning the water from a heavy translucent into scarlet. Wanda needs to calm down before she upends the canoe.

The next time Vision will appear, he'll be tied to a post with barbed wire—skin still a mottled purple, eyes still dead, his head penetrable.

A thought might enter your head, feeling as though it's your own before it becomes something like a memory, perhaps that of a line you recall from a television show. It doesn't matter where it comes from, all that matters is how it sounds—loud and clear and cheerful: My husband and his indestructible head.

W2. PIETRO I
OPEN TO TWO PEOPLE | cw: dead body, dead person, wanda trying to resurrect them and the consequences of that

When Wanda picks up the raven feather again, she doesn't know what to expect. When she had come on the canoe for the second time, she had seen him. Not Vision, not her husband who she longs to see once more with vibrant red or a thick head of soft blonde hair. She wants to see him, the brother who's outrun her even when she's done her best to slow him down.

Wanda hums in response to any conversation, too wrapped up in the canoe's approach to where she had first seen Pietro. While he had appeared tied and dead in the body he had in Westview—the wrong face, too tall with gangly limbs—she knows he's near. He has to be. There's no other reason for her feeling whole.

Looking around the canoe, she ignores her companion for a moment as she tries to search for him. He's not there. No one is there. No one is tied to the posts to the right of the canoe, but when she turns to the left…

Pietro—her Pietro, the one with the thick, soft hair and the calloused hands and the bullet holes in his chest—is tied to a post, body too relaxed for her liking. She doesn't look away this time. She stares at him, wills for him to somehow come loose, for this to be some nightmare that has him coming back to her and grasping at his fingertips. His hands remain too boneless.

Her own don't.

Hands gripping the corner of the canoe, she presses on her heels as she leans her weight towards the water, her determination set as she tries to will Pietro to patch together.

The water beneath the canoe begins to glow a bright red. The wood of the canoe begins to bleed and stain a scarlet red. Even where you're sitting, it turns to a magical red and begins to glow. A crown begins to glow at the crown of Wanda's head; bright and red, regal and terrifying all the same.

She's going to bring him back.

THE BLOODY HUNGER GAMES

W3. MIND CONTROL TIME
the intention is for wanda to mind control monsters. let me know if you would like her to mind control your character to prevent them from harming her, a dangerous monster, and/or be able to ignore their bloodlust.

The monster barely stands a chance.

Its eyes are the first to glow red, followed by its tight fists. Its nails slice into its palms. Wanda's own eyes are a bright red as she tilts her head to the side, her face stern and tight with control. It's effortless to control the hairy monster. It pauses mid-attack and begins to pull its arms back to its sides fluidly, moving in a seamless way that makes it appear like it's beneath water. It's a stark contrast to how it used to move before—jerkily, angrily, violently.

Its eyes glaze over. Jaw set, it immediately slackens. Red glows beneath its skin as it stands tall, to attention. Ready and compliant.

Stop.

Everything stops. The world around you, the trembling, the bloodlust—it all stops for a moment. Just a moment. Perhaps it's enough to knock you out of your bloodlust stupor. Perhaps it's not. Either way, the monster begins to rip apart, glowing red until it's encompassed by the colour and its molecules begin to tear it to pieces.

The monster had been horrible and wrong, but Wanda doesn't kill it unkindly. She lets it disappear, turn into red pieces of dust. She summons a wind to make it drift away. The stupor begins to end; the silence of the bloodlust may begin to grow louder again.

Wanda's eyes still glow red as she watches the monster float way. A part of her is a little envious of its freedom.

W4. MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR
wanda is at full power so please be aware that she will be hard to take down, although she'll be distracted by the crowds due to her telepathy. she will only blast to disarm/ stop your character and telepathically levitate your character if you opt to engage with her.

Wanda wants it all to stop.

The cheering. The loud screams. The clapping, the chanting, the stomping of feet. She wants the bloodlust to stop, the hunger to disappear and be sated. She wants the control the Trench has on her to let go and let her be free. But Wanda stands in an arena like she's a gladiator being forced to fight—and she won't fight.

She won't do it. Her palms glow red, her fingers curling around the balls of energy. They glow bright before they begin to disappear, the red fading until she's able to close her fingers into a fist around nothing.

She looks at you before letting out a small breath. She can fight this. The bloodlust won't be stronger than her. The grief won't be stronger than her. Nothing will get the better of her anymore.

Wearing her Scarlet Witch attire, Wanda looks out of place. Perhaps regal in her own right. She lets her shoulders slouch and her hands remain balled into loose fists by her side.

"I don't want to fight you. I don't think you want to fight me, either."

FLOWER POWER

K1. FOXY KATERINA

No matter where she goes, a little fox follows. It's a soft looking thing with thick fur. She tries to outrun it at vampire speed, but when she stops to peer over her shoulder, the little creature is sitting quietly and patiently for her.

All she wants to do is shop, gather more information, and shop.

She ignores it, letting it follow her. With a flower in her hand, she twirls it around. It feels poignant, like something she shouldn't just toss over her shoulder as if it's merely weeds beneath her foot. She grips it gently, ensuring not to fold or mar a single petal.

"Okay," she sighs exasperatedly, turning around to face the fox. Pointedly looking at it, she states as intimidatingly as she can, "You and I need to talk. Wherever you're from, you need to go back. Okay? Talk done. Shoo."

Waving her hand dismissively, her omen doesn't leave. If anything, it looks at you and tilts its head as if to say She can't get rid of me. Aren't I cute?

THE BLOODY HUNGER GAMES

K2. THE MONSTER MASH
cw: blood magic, blood, guts, violence.

The monster barely stands a chance.

Pelting towards its back, her hand clearly cuts through the beast's thick chest as she grips its heart and tugs it clear through its back. It wails—an ugly, tortured sound—and growls, and the moment it lifts his thick claws up into the air ready to swipe, the beast's body grows rigid.

It's instinct—pure instinct, pure adrenaline—that has Katherine tapping into its blood. She pulls it forward, commands it. The dying beast is unnaturally straight and stiff as it wails and grows quiet. When Katherine drops her control, it thuds onto the ground.

Covered in blood and sweat, Katherine wipes the back of her bloodied hand against her mouth. Veins protrude from beneath her blackened eyes as she licks at her pointy fangs.

"Well, that's one down."

And a few more to go. That desire for blood, for violence and hate dissipates somewhat. But Katherine's been doing this long enough to know that it's only going to come back again.

She looks up at you with an expectant cock of her brow. Want to go monster killing?

K3. MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR
katherine is a 500+yo vampire who is physically very strong and an excellent fighter. she's susceptible to magic. fyi she won't bite anyone. let me know if you're up for her compelling (aka mind control) your character to make them stop giving into their bloodlust!

It's only a matter of time before she makes the spotlight. Despite being someone who very much enjoys being the centre of attention when it suits her, this doesn't. Not at all. Face bloodied and hair (still stylish, by the way) knotted, Katherine stands with her hip jutted out as the crowd cheers far too loudly for it to be anything but annoying.

She looks at her opponent with a tired look. Her eyes are their usual warm brown, the veins beneath her eyes not present at the moment. Her true nature has hidden itself away after a brutal monster killing for everyone to enjoy.

She doesn't want to kill anyone. She's changed—she's not a murderer without a good cause, and this isn't it. Katherine knows that she won't advance any further if she kills this person. There's no game play here. This isn't a chessboard.

It's just stupid, blind entertainment.

"So," she drawls, "are you going in for the kill or are you going to play nice?"

OOC/ WILDCARD

Feel free to pm me if you want to hash something out! You can hit me up with prose or action spam me—I'm not fussed! I don't want Katherine or Wanda to be killed and I'd like to avoid them killing anyone in Bloodsport. Wanda's available to almost harm someone as long as I can have her snap out of it.

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Amos is about sick of this fucking canoe and the shit it keeps showing him. He's done with seeing the faces of people that he's killed or people that he should have done more for. But, he can't seem to get away from this stupid thing.

Right now, his attention isn't on the trees and the bodies but on Wanda, who almost seems like she's about to go overboard and into the water for a swim. He doesn't say anything until he catches sight of the water and the red tinge that suddenly illuminates it.

"Hey, he says, trying to get her attention by leaning forward and closer to her. "What the hell are you doing?"

Wanda doesn't look back at him despite being tempted to do so. No, if she looks away, he'll become lost to her again. Wanda's spent too many years unable to find Pietro. For the first time in a long time, her brother's gone where she can't follow.

After Westview, she's learned that's not entirely true anymore.

She bites her bottom lip, gaze intent as the red crown forms on the top of her head. The red spreads to cover most of the lake.

"I'm going to bring him back."

The dead body of Pietro Maximoff doesn't glow red, but the post that he's bound to begins to take on a pale pink glow at the base.

"He's dead, Wanda."

Amos doesn't even know if she recognizes his voice so he makes his tone sharp, biting to try and get her attention. Amos can tell that this Pietro is both dead and probably not her actual brother.

He doesn't move towards her though because he's seen that magic and he doesn't want her to kill him.

"You can't bring him back. That's not him."

"I can."

She's the Scarlet Witch. She can do anything she puts her mind to. Bringing back Vision. Summoning Pietro… All she wants is to correct that mistake. The wrong Pietro came to town; the right one has to stay here.

The red spreads up the post and begins to stain Pietro's decaying shoes. Wanda doesn't tear her gaze away from him. If she does, he'll be lost again.

She nods to herself. "I did before. I can do it again—right this time."

"Wanda, that's not him. What the hell are you doing?"

Amos doesn't want to reach out and grab her because fuck knows what she'd do if he tried but he has to try and get through to him.

"That's not him. Why would he be here? Why? Think. Use your goddamn brain!"

Does he have to throw you into the water to wake you up, Wanda?

She peers behind her, brows furrowed tightly with anger. It's the first time she's truly noticed Amos in the canoe after spending so much time anticipating seeing Pietro again. She had hoped and she had hoped—and now he's here.

And Amos doesn't understand. None of them ever seem to.

"I can bring him back. I can bring anyone back. I can show you."

Showing him isn't a priority for her, but if it means he'll stop—then she'll do it.

Okay, he can't let this happen. He can't let her possibly blow up this goddamn boat and lake so he reaches out and grabs her wrist with a tight grip.

"Wanda. Look at him. Look." He points at her brother and though the display is grotesque, she has to see that it's not him. "How would your brother be here? He didn't die here, he wasn't buried here."

Wake up, Wanda. Wake up.

Because she willed him here.

It's simple—and incredibly overdue. Wanda had wanted him in Westview before she had been carried into her house in the arms of a man who is dead and butchered. It's belatedly that the universe is giving her him.

Her eyes glow red. She wants to push Amos away so that she can have her brother again. Why isn't he letting her do this? Shouldn't he understand what it's like to want to see someone again? If he had a choice, she knows he would've stayed on the Rocinante rather than coming back here.

She's choosing her own Rocinante right now.

Despite wanting to turn Amos into a pickled herring, she looks back to Pietro. He looks as he had when she had buried him—lost, gone, far too quiet. And it's that silence that has her eyes returning back to normal, her brows tightening as her face threatens to crumble.

This time when red crawls up the length of his post and his legs, Wanda's not doing so to grasp him and pull him back from wherever he happens to be. She wraps her red magic around Pietro like claws, poking and prodding at him gently to search for something that isn't there.

Her face crumples. "I can't feel him."

"Because he's not there, Wanda. That's not him. It's something that looks like him but come on. You know."

And while he doesn't know what she's doing with her magic, she has to know that that is not her brother. It might wear his face but it's not him. All it is is a husk.

"Stop looking at him. Whatever that is is dead. You can't bring it back and you probably don't wanna either."

All Pietro has to do is lift his head or reach out for her and she'll know Amos is wrong. It had been so easy to believe Fietro was her brother. He said all the right things. He felt like he should, even if it was a little jumbled up. That was Pietro, even though it wasn't her Pietro.

She wants the body on the post to be Pietro so badly.

Wanda doesn't glance at Amos. Looking at Pietro's body lit up like a red Christmas tree, she thinks about doing what she wants. She thinks about making him come back to life just to prove that she can... but she can't feel him inside of his body.

When Wanda lifts her hand, she curls her fingers and the red around Pietro's body thickens like ropes. Rather than try and animate him, Wanda's magic eats the ties keeping him to the post and tugs him down so he splashes into the water.

"Wanda, you gotta stop. Just let it alone."

He doesn't know what that body really is so he worries that it could be something nasty, something that's going to attack them. And while she's plenty strong, he really doesn't want to deal with something that might attack them while in a shitty canoe.

"Stop. Stop. If you keep doing it, you're going to do something that you can't take back and I don't wanna have to punch the corpse of something that looks like your dead brother."

Wanda doesn't turn around to glare at him. Where Pietro has disappeared beneath the water, red glows and rises to the surface. This time when the river glows red, it's not a dangerous, harsh looking red. It's deep and it feels distant as it seems to be pulling something down far below.

"I'm letting him go." Her voice is quiet. She looks out at the water as the red's intensity dims.

She doesn't like those words at all. Wanda doesn't think she'll ever let Pietro go, but she's letting the body go for today. Letting it rest. It may not be Pietro, but it looks like him—and he deserves more than remaining positioned in such a horrible display.

"I don't want him to stay on that post."

"Right."

He slowly let's her wrist go and sits back with a huff, rubbing a hand over his face. He's seen a few people of his own on those posts, a few that nearly made him get out and go after them but he managed to get a hold of himself.

"I'm sorry."

It's said gruffly but it's genuine. What she'd seen had sucked for her. He hates that it happened even if there was no way to avoid it.

Settling back into the boat, Wanda presses her hands between her thighs. The red of the river begins to dissipate and turn into a shadow of black. It returns to its normal colour, something less bright and dull looking.

"It's not the first time."

She doesn't sound much like herself. Weighed down with how she feels—and her own guilt and upset at Pietro being gone for so long—makes her sound like she's on the cusp of simply folding in on herself.

"I saw him dead a while ago. That time, he wasn't in his own body."

Amos isn't really the guy to comfort her. He wishes that he weren't here, that someone else who was better at this was because he doesn't know what to do. So, for a few moments, he does nothing. He leans forward on his knees and blows out a breath before he looks back at her.

"It's shit."

And it is. All of this is shit. He rubs a hand over his face and looks around, catching sight of someone on a post and hurriedly looking away.

"And no one should have to see shit like this."

Wanda smiles.

While Amos may not be the cuddly, gentle type, she appreciates it more than being coddled. Monica had been kind in the way she had empathised with her, but Wanda had never wanted anyone to be kind to her after what she had done. It's shit. Pietro is dead. Vision is dead. She's all alone. And it's absolute shit.

That sums it up perfectly. It's not tragic Pietro is gone. It's just shit.

Keeping her head bowed, she wipes roughly at her eye.

"I don't think I can make it stop." She sighs softly. "Maybe this is the cruel place."

Deerington hadn't been overly cruel. Maybe this is the lighthouse she never should've stepped through.

"You don't have to make it stop. We just have to get to the other side."

Amos looks up, past Wanda to try and see if there's any land in sight. This fucking lake thing can't be that large but he doesn't seen an end just yet. He sighs and looks back at her.

"Don't look up. I can deal with it."

He's seen plenty of dead people, he can deal with this.

So can she—but in a different way.

While it may appear as though Wanda's heeding his suggestion and keeping her gaze down, she's not necessarily leaving him to deal with it. The water beneath the canoe glows bright red while the rest of the river remains dark and murky. Slowly, red magic climbs up the sides of the canoe and begins to stretch up past its lip to grow a tall screen between them and the posts. It's not opaque; it's transparent enough that the details of the posts aren't visible enough.

"It's much prettier, don't you think?"

"Huh."

He's seen her magic before but it's still kind of fascinating when he's this close. He doesn't know how she does it and he doesn't think he wants to know either.

"This isn't hurting you or anything? You can let it down if it's tiring you out."

She shakes her head. "It doesn't tire me."

After controlling an entire town for seven days and pulling them through the decades, updated sets, costumes and dialogue, she knows she won't grow tired from this. Before, perhaps back in Deerington, she would grow a touch tired... but she feels freer in the Trench.

She looks at Amos with her brows slightly crinkled. "Does it scare you?"

"What, the magic?"

He looks around at it and then shrugs. He's definitely not scared. It's kind of amazing and kind of terrifying that she's that powerful but that doesn't mean he's frightened of her.

"You planning on using it on me?"

That still wouldn't scare him but it might piss him off.

"Only if you want another brain freeze."

Or ice cream. Really, she should've offered that, but she wouldn't be Wanda if she didn't opt for what could be the funny instead.

Resting her hands on her thighs, she rubs them gently. She dislikes being on the river. The water feels weird, the energy around them feels strange. The sheets of red she's put up around the canoe block it somewhat, but she knows that strangeness lurks beyond the comfort of her magic.

At least she's not alone.

"No."

No, he doesn't want that. Once had been enough and he doesn't want to deal with that again ever if he can help it.

"You didn't happen to scope how big this lake or whatever is, did you?"

Were they going to be floating for hours?

W2. PIETRO I

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W1. VISION

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