To her credit, Wanda's done her best to lower the water levels. Before, it'd been up to the very wet and still dripping ceiling.
She stands on the first floor and wrings her hands, appearing very, very sheepish. While she knows what she's done is the very opposite to the task Wong had set, she does feel a little proud of herself. How many witches can summon water with a mere flick of her wrist? How many of them could summon water from the Pacific and have it feel as real as the ocean beneath a blazing sun?
The water below has a very dull red glow. The water level doesn't decrease any further. Wanda's a little afraid that if she tries to make it all vanish, it'll flood the streets of New York.
Wong had made reallocating what he conjured up look easy.
"I warmed the water," she says proudly and grins widely. Wanda Maximoff still looks very, very sheepish. (It beats feeling despondent.) Strange looks like a drowned rat and his cape—his poor cape—doesn't seem to be fairing any better. "There's even sand on the floor... for the crabs."
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She stands on the first floor and wrings her hands, appearing very, very sheepish. While she knows what she's done is the very opposite to the task Wong had set, she does feel a little proud of herself. How many witches can summon water with a mere flick of her wrist? How many of them could summon water from the Pacific and have it feel as real as the ocean beneath a blazing sun?
The water below has a very dull red glow. The water level doesn't decrease any further. Wanda's a little afraid that if she tries to make it all vanish, it'll flood the streets of New York.
Wong had made reallocating what he conjured up look easy.
"I warmed the water," she says proudly and grins widely. Wanda Maximoff still looks very, very sheepish. (It beats feeling despondent.) Strange looks like a drowned rat and his cape—his poor cape—doesn't seem to be fairing any better. "There's even sand on the floor... for the crabs."
Watch your feet, Strange.