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RUBILYKSKOYE INBOX.
TELEPATHY • HOLOGRAM • LETTERS • DELIVERIES • ACTION
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| ✿ Rubi-telepathy (easy mode) feels different to ✦ Wanda-telepathy (hard mode). |
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TELEPATHY • HOLOGRAM • LETTERS • DELIVERIES • ACTION
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| ✿ Rubi-telepathy (easy mode) feels different to ✦ Wanda-telepathy (hard mode). |
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Unless saying that isn't cool.
[ But Wanda's where she says she is, five or however many minutes it takes for Lottie to make her way outside. She's dressed in an oversized white button-up and loose trousers, her hair in a looser braid. She stands outside the boarding house, tilting her head up to observe the windows like some fun shadow show is on display. ]
Have you ever noticed how some of these windows look a little crooked?
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They are?
[ That answers the question immediately. She turns to look at said windows, then glances at Wanda (then her braid, how nice it looks in comparison to her ratty birds nest at the crown of her head) with raised brows after she sees.. Huh, they— are! ]
..Is that a good thing?
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[ Wanda ensures to emphasise that. Others might not agree, but Wanda likes some things not being perfect. (If it's under her command, everything must be picture-perfect and to the script.)
She smiles at Lottie, taking in how very raw yet human she looks. Wanda's always preferred the no makeup, loose pants, and even tangled hair look to anything else. ]
It means that it's got a story to tell.
[ With a cock of her head, she turns on her foot and invites Lottie to walk with her away from the boarding house and toward the General Store. ]
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Maybe somewhere there would've been an addendum under daily horoscopes: but a friend will pick it up. Never stay closed off! Be positive. She follows after Wanda, just a step behind her (like she doesn't know where the General Store could possibly be, when she does— how can she not?). ]
I think it means the people who built it didn't make it right..
[ Of course, she doesn't clue into the still very real caveat of it still works, despite that. Is still a very nice piece of architecture that is still her home, whether she likes it or not. ]
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[ Wanda glances fondly over her shoulder at the boarding house before looking at Lottie with a small smile. ]
But it still functions. Isn't that the point of it? Keeps us warm, keeps us… locked in when it's snowing outside.
[ She laughs, wrinkling her nose. ]
This place is weird, isn't it?
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Weird is an understatement!
[ It's the most genuine, unworried thing she's said all day: just how much she's bothered by the boarding house and how it functions. ]
It's freaky.
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It is. It's the weirdest place I've ever been, and I've fought aliens.
[ She says it like a badge of honour, fighting aliens. Would she prefer to fight them than worry about whether the boarding house's furniture wants to penetrate her? Not really. She likes the boarding house. It makes for a great story.
As they approach the General Store, Wanda skips ahead of Lottie to swing the door open for her. ]
After you.
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I'm sorry— aliens? Are you not gonna say more about that??
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People usually don't ask!
[ Mostly because she never speaks to people, but that's beside the point. Wanda leads her down an elaborate pathway through one of the aisles and turns left into another one. Her secret stash is hidden in plain sight. ]
Aliens like to invade my earth a lot.
[ Coming to stand before a shelf packed with silver tins, Wanda plucks a couple from the middle shelf and stacks them on the top. At the back is a small red box. The chocolates are tucked inside. ]
The ones I fought had really elaborate technology. One of them came at me with a sword.
[ Recalling the events of defending Vision in Scotland leaves her feeling heavy, but her voice is light like she's telling a child an elaborate, fantastical story. Perhaps her memories of it can be lighter in this moment. ]
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Besides, stopping an alien invasion sounds cool. Definitely cooler than what she was doing before she woke up here, butt ass naked in the woods.. ]
What did you do?
[ Because obviously Wanda isn't dead. She's taking out her secret stash from the shelf, is holding a pretty red box with their treats in it (her eyes do dart to the lid, wondering what kind are in there). ]
Was it an alien sword? Did it do stuff?
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[ As for what it did… She wouldn't put it past Thanos' sword to be able to rip into Vibranium as though it were tissue paper. Like father's sword, like son's sword, etc.
Rather than lead Lottie to the front of the store, she settles cross-legged in the aisle. The floor is clean (thanks to Wanda) and the natural light is lovely enough to light up the aisle without making it appear dreary with shadows. ]
Or it was as unbreakable as a sword could be. It could cut into anything, even the toughest metal. [ This, Wanda says with her focus on the box of chocolates. She opens the lid; delicious chocolates are inside, dark, milk and white, creamy and melt-on-your-mouth delicious. ]
But I just… [ Holding her hand up, she creates a small vine of red to wrap around her fingers. ] I wanted it destroyed, so I destroyed it.
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She glances up as Wanda explains the strength of the sword, hardly paying attention and more thinking to herself how normal this all feels (sitting in an aisle after hours because an employee sneaked them in? Post break-up realness? Bonding? What is this, a teen comedy?). Her eyes make their way back to Wanda, her hand, something eye level now that she joins her properly on the ground. Watches her wrap that vine around slender fingers and she thinks, hm, that must be her magic. ]
That's good. It's like manifesting.
[ Like all the young kids, do!! ]
You're putting your wants and desires out into the universe and it like, gives it back. Or helps make it real. They probably wanted you to fuck up those aliens super bad, too!
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Lottie makes everything feel lighter. It's not because of her simple view of the world. It's because she sees the good, especially when it's bad and hopeless. She's like a firefly in the dark, leading her out of the fog.
She picks up a chocolate. ]
Do you believe in that? That you can wish for something so badly the universe ends up giving it to you?
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[ She replies without thought, taking another piece and unintentionally digging her nails into it. Sees the indentation of them and how some of it stains her fingers gooey and warm. ]
I mean, you wish. And then you have to like, you know, put some work into it. Obviously. [ She pops a piece into her mouth, not even paying attention to what she's saying— just that it feels right. ] But everything will work out in the end. That's how Caroline and I got close.
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[ Wanda asks it with a kind smile.
Did she wish for Vision? For Natasha, Steve and Sam? Wanda doesn't disbelieve you can't wish for someone—or the characteristics of someone. She wanted a home, and she got Vision.
She wanted a friend, and she found Lottie. ]
Do you miss her?
[ Perhaps that's a silly question to ask. ]
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In typical Lottie fashion, much of this dances through her face, settles deeply when she takes another bite of chocolate. ]
Of course.. [ Lottie misses how small she'd feel when Caroline would look at her. Her lips, sometimes. Eventually: ] I think you'd like her.. She has the prettiest hair and she's always so cool.
[ Like you, goes unsaid. ]
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[ Her brows lift, and excitement brightens Wanda's face. It's clear Wanda thinks Lottie's hair is cool. How much cooler could you get than the bright green she wears so confidently?
(Funny how she has a sister in another universe whose power and hair are a darker shade than Lottie's. ]
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Um, no. Wow— [ She takes a moment to imagine it, Caroline in her own electric green or Misty's bubblegum pink. ] no, no, her hair is like. It's black like [ John's, she almost says, but clears her throat instead. ] ink, and straight like yours. Long, too.