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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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"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?

"It's big."

She knows that's not a particularly useful piece of information as he can most likely glean that from his own canoe ride. But it's big. It feels like it won't ever stop… and she thinks that's part of the despair they all feel when sitting inside of the canoe. It's why she's tried to erect walls around them as if that's enough to block it out.

"Feels endless." Her brows crinkle as she does try to take stock of how large the river is. "I think that's the point of this—it's meant to feel never-ending and impossible."

"Yeah, to torture you. Just like old times."

That's what happened in Deerington enough for him to know it and be sick of it. He rubs his brow and looks around at the magic she's using to shield the both of them.

"I wonder who's out there but not enough for you to take down whatever this is. I don't wanna see it."

"I don't know yet."

Yet, because she's intending to find out just who it is that's created the Trench. She thinks that it feels different to the States, but Wanda can't be entirely sure yet. Given that her shields haven't wavered and remain as strong as she had intended them to be, she's curious to know who created this world and why they haven't depowered her like Deerington.

"But they know us inside out already." She glances at him. "I don't think you can keep many secrets here."

"Yeah."

Amos knows he'd gotten lucky in Deerington in that not a lot of his secrets had come to the surface. He'd managed to hold them down and while some things had slipped out, he'd mostly been able to keep things locked down.

With this place, he wonders if that'll still be possible.

"I hate that shit. I don't want people to know my shit unless I tell them."

He likes control. It's not a surprise to Wanda. So many people she's bumped shoulders with prefer to have the puppet strings in their hands rather than wrapped around their wrists.

"What's your favourite colour?"

While it may appear random, Wanda knows what she's doing… or some semblance of what she's doing. Deerington and Deer Country will take away their control, but it won't take away everything. She knows what it's like to erase one's control.

She glances at him and regards him with a small smile. "Unless you want to keep that a secret."

"My favorite color?"

It's such a mundane question but Amos actually doesn't answer immediately. He pauses because he has to think about it because he's not sure he knows.

"Black."

Is that too easy an answer? Too bad, it's true.

"Green, maybe. But black for the most part. Goes with everything."

It does go with everything. That's one thing she thinks Sam had told her back at the Compound. Black was sleek, elegant, and it was also a colour of power. Sometimes Wanda is grateful that her colour palette is red, not black. It'd feel too on the nose.

"Black and green are nice." Somewhat polar opposites. She wouldn't expect green from Amos.

With a little smirk, she teases, "Do you wake up every morning and try to colour coordinate?"

"No. I wake up every morning and hope I find something that's clean."

Back on the ship, he had the jumpsuit and his black tee shirts but that was about it. He wasn't one to go out and shop. He just didn't care.

"Don't suggest a shopping trip. It's not going to happen."

Wanda smiles, "I wouldn't dare."

Not even if she was a fashionista, which she isn't. If her seeking guidance from Agatha was anything to go by, Wanda knows she's hopeless at fashion. Despite being the costume designer of WandaVision, she still wasn't entirely sure what to wear in order to fit in.

"I think people would call me a fashion disaster." Pietro used to, if only to have something soft and meaningless to complain about when there was too much to complain about. Fondly, she says, "My brother was the fashionable one. Always matching his socks to his shirts."

"What's the point of that? Is anyone really looking to make sure your socks match your shirt?"

Her brother stounds ridiculous in that. Socks are there to make sure your feet don't sweat in boots or whatever. He just shakes his head.

"I wear black socks or white socks. If I've got something else on, it's not really me."

"He liked to look good."

Pietro always liked to look good. He had to fix up his mussed hair and he always needed to look his best to impress the girls who would fawn over him even if he was covered in mud and looking his ugliest. It's the one thing she misses most—pretending to be exasperated by his vanity.

She's grateful she's erected red magical walls around their canoe. It means she can't see him if he returns.

"You don't care about what people think of you, do you?"

"No."

Amos shakes his head and scoffs. He'd stopped caring about that a long, long time ago. It had been hollowed out of him during childhood and he'd never looked back. Never regretted it either.

"You care what people think of you?"

Wanda takes a moment to consider his question.

"I think I used to."

She knows she did. Wanda had cared so much about what the world thought of her, what the Avengers thought of her… Now, with everyone she cares about dead and gone, she doesn't think she cares anymore. Agatha describing her as cruel would've cut right through her like a blade, but now… she knows she is. She's cruel because she needs to be.

"Now… I don't think I care anymore about what people think." Except what Pietro, Vision, Tommy, and Billy think. Those are her important people. What they think is important. "Not everyone will like you, no matter what you do to try and make them."

"Exactly. And why waste time on trying to please people? Fuck 'em."

That's his philosophy, at least. He doesn't care what people think of him or how he acts. He does what he does for reasons that are his own and that he's not going to explain to anyone. If they want to know, they can ask. But he still won't tell.

"The most important person in my life is me. I've lost a shit load of people over the last few years. I'm not going to let people get close enough for me to want to bend over backwards for them."

"Fuck them."

She tries that out for size. Brows furrowing, she nods. it's simple: fuck them. Fuck anyone who doesn't like her for who she is. That's something Pietro would remind her of. It's something Pietro would get into trouble to see come to fruition.

She smiles and repeats it in Sokovian. Yep, that's definitely a good saying. It's one she's going to carry with her for a little while longer and try on for size.

"But you let people get close to you, don't you? It would be sad to think otherwise."

"Not anymore."

He'd lost so many people lately that it was hard to want to experience that again and again. He thought himself immune but he was wrong.

"People leave. They leave me behind and I'm not dealing with what happens after that. Not again."

"That's sad."

She can't help but say it. It is sad. Wanda knows what it's like to be left behind by people. Mama, Papa, Pietro, Vision, her boys, the Avengers... but she doesn't quite know if she can completely close herself off like that. She doesn't think she has. She's made a few friends in Deer Country already... Someone who is closed off wouldn't make connections, would they?

"Not everyone leaves. Some people stay with you forever. You just have to be open to seeing them."

"Uh huh."

He doesn't believe her. He's lost too many people to believe that they stay forever. He's never going to be the type that buys into things like that. Unfortunate but true. He depends on himself first and foremost.

"I've been open. I've gotten burned so I'm just going to depend on myself."

From everything she has experienced, Wanda wonders if she has closed herself off. Did Vision's death burn her? Did Pietro's? She doesn't think so. If they both did, she doesn't think she would be here.

"You don't find that's lonely?" She asks it out of pure curiousity. Wanda hasn't quite closed herself off in the way Amos is describing he has, but she thinks she had been close to it.

"I consider it being safe."

He shrugs.

"Do you really want to open yourself up and then suffer a loss so terrible that it aches for years and years?"

Because it's happened to him. It's happened to him a few times over the course of his life and he doesn't want to deal with it again.

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