explosion | RUBILYKSKOYE INBOX.

Hey, thanks for coming to the hearing.

[ Since he knows House won't say it and he really appreciates having someone else speak on the guy's behalf. ]

Hey. You got a minute?

[ the telepathic network and her tether to aristaeus has given her a sense of how to manage the same with her own power. she tries it now, reaching out to wanda, not because she doesn't want to use the network that already exists, but because she is more determined than before to stretch and test her power. ]

( Where I come from, the clans tell stories about people like us. How we can change someone's thoughts, their heart. They say it is how the Kossians draw so many to them. I have never seen it. )

( Is it true? Can you do this? )

[ Everything is still fresh. Everything still hurts, and the worst part is for the past thirty minutes Lottie has been picking at her wounds because she's got nothing better to do than to feel sorry for herself. Than to awkwardly lay down on the ground, because she made the mistake of making all her memories with John on her bed.

Including the break up. ]

hey! wydd

[ She sends this, first, to Wanda on a whim, her emotions and the intensity of them wrapped and wound tight around her letters. Hardly contained, practically bursting at the seams.

(Where she lays on the ground, she can see her dick trophy recently hung on a shelf she had installed. She's been thinking about this for five of the thirty minutes she's spent loudly crying.) ]

Who is he?

[The man Wanda was arguing with that she clearly knew from her Villain Days.]

Hey. Don't know if you're going to see the All-Sight, but if you are, and you want someone to go with you, I will.

Just in case.

[Sweeney has no idea what he could actually do, but he felt it was important to make the offer. Maybe it's lingering feelings from the life when they were a team, together for better or worse, 'til death do them part.]

[ He gives it a few days. Lets the air clear a little around the All Sight, lets himself figure out what's going on with the red mist and the deserted streets. When he goes on his walks around down -- casing the joint for burglaries or just trying to get to the clinic and the brothel -- he keeps an eye out for Wanda. When he sees her, he stops to watch from a distance, but he doesn't interfere. Not until he's figured out a plan.

As it turns out, the plan is simple. He wanders out into the town until, eventually, he finds himself in the square in front of the tavern, where they'd held the talent show so many months ago. It's strange to be in such a big empty space, but he doesn't stop to take in the view. He hitches his way across to a stone bench in the middle of the square. Sets down his cane and slings the acoustic guitar off his back. A strum to check the tuning, adjusting his fingers, then he sets his right foot on the bench like an old time-y bard. ]

Ladies and gentleman, [ he announces to the empty square, but also reaches out to Wanda's space in his mind and heart. ] This is Wandawall.

[ Then he launches into it, singing loud across the square and into Wanda's thoughts. ]

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you,
And by now, you should've somehow realised what you gotta do,
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now..

[ It's been— a while. Long enough that he's out of the woods of his transformation, that all that went on over a month before feels almost superseded by everything that's come after. Neither of them have reached out, which is to be expected - but she's still here somewhere. And sooner or later the silence has to break.

Fortunately, he has just the excuse, courtesy of a necromancer's prank-shaped warning. If it goes badly, there's still room for both of them to back away unscathed. ]

I have a delivery for you.

[ Voiceless words are safer territory for now, so he sticks with them. ]

Madam Maximoff - may I talk something through with you? If you have the time. I know it has not so easy for you, of late.

[A messenger hand-delivers an envelope bearing her name to Wanda, either at her residence or about town (your choice). The envelope is sealed with purple wax pressed with a symbol reminiscent of an upside-down trident. Within is the following invitation written in Rubean.]

[CW: implied bull kink, cuckolding, breeding kink, creampie, multiple partners, serial partners, sloppy seconds, bondage, voyeurism, d/s, necromantic manipulation, animated skeletons, vague allusion to necrophilia (forgive me if I missed any warnings).]

[OOC: The party ICly takes place on December 22nd and Ianthe's house from 7:00-8:00pm on a first come/first serve basis. The log will be posted on Dec 17th, with the smut threads themselves intended to be short. There will be a place for partygoers to mingle amongst themselves while waiting their turn.

Reply to this comment to RSVP Ianthe on your character's attendance, refusal, questions, etc. Feel free to contact Gilia via her inbox to confirm the invitation is legit/with concerns or questions. It is okay to decline the invitation!

Important note: Whereas Ianthe will take participation in the party as IC consent to have her use her necromancy to speed up orgasm if needed, this will only occur with OOC permission.]

If you need someone to teach you how to survive out there, I know.
My clan did the same to me. Because of my power.

Hey Wanda, where are you currently at? One of my skeletons has a present to give you.

so… are you doing okay? staying safe?

[ Those were certainly some rumors about Wanda at the Moot Hall. And he doesn't know her well, but, despite that, is still compelled to reach out anyway. ]

I'm starting to think these Moot Halls are always dramatic.

[ it's only 40% at most of a joke. ]

I'd rather hear your perspective, though, if you're willing to share.

Edited (typos!!!!!) 2024-04-01 00:50 (UTC)

[ He almost skips the Moot. Attends mostly because it's imperative that certain parties are held to account, because he needs proof that there's any reason to have faith in the town law to deliver even justice before he tips too far into the notion of delivering his own.

What he gets instead are the beginnings of battle lines drawn in the sand, accusations flung and notable congratulations withheld.

As of this moment, he knows which side he stands on. Lets the meeting come to an end before he reaches out, but barely. ]

What happened?

Hey Wanda... What's the worst thing you've ever done because of your family?

[Ianthe sat on the roof of the clock tower, watching the town go on down below, as she messaged Wanda. Heavy. Lonely. Fractured. Always fractured.]

Edited (Word choice) 2024-05-20 04:41 (UTC)

She might not agree, but Sweeney thinks his mental control has come a long way since Wanda first had him on the floor of the common room in the boardinghouse. A lot of people have influenced that power and control, but Wanda still stands heads above the others in terms of shaping his telepathic skills. He figures that he's overdue in letting her know that.

So now he stands on her cottage's doorstep with parcel in hand. It's intimidating, to be sure. Sweeney's confident that he won't surprise her; he's not sure he'll ever master the art enough to conceal his presence from her; but at least he's not painting pictures or calling out his sentiments preemptively.

He knocks three times.

rubi-telepathy. day after house's hearing.

voice / telepathy - speak of the devil

(mavis-and-wanda telepathy, hard mode)

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Text (during John's post)