[ Perhaps she's playing her cards too close to her chest. Hadn't she been informed magic was a no-no here? She is magic. But if she were assigned a task as part of Forces, wouldn't she eventually reveal what she's been hiding?
It'd been easier with the Avengers. She spent most of her time in New York under house arrest while everyone else led the missions and roped her in when they needed the manpower. She was always a guest star. She was never a key player.
She weighs up the potential consequences. ]
I can move things with my mind.
[ Her heart may pound, but Wanda's voice comes out strong, unwavering. Her fear is hidden. What's another world that hates her? (Too much.) ]
I've always relied on it. Throwing punches is not my specialty, but I would hope that someone in Forces could teach me how. I've had some training.
[ But one of her trainers is dead, and the other is an old man too content with his happily ever after to return to what he used to be to her. Wanda is displaced, and she has no idea how to navigate it. Forces had been the best path forward: it sounded familiar. (The name sounded on par with The Avengers.) ]
I used to be part of a team. This is what I know best.
[ WandaVision proved she'd be amazing in research. ]
( if the endearing patter and easy friendliness had put her off, equally the straightforwardness (and the caution she can read into one after the other) sets her more at ease— )
Good, ( is matter of fact and instantly more amiable, ) that's what we need.
( the team part, mainly, but as for the rest: )
It sounds like we might make good training partners on the physical side of things; I'm slight, so it's about speed and agility, not brute strength. Our previous two Commanders trained me, and I had to retrain one of them, long story. We can probably work something out with your, what's the word— télékinésie, if you want to practise to account for however it's likely changed from where you were to here, which I would recommend because finding out in battle sounds like a clusterfuck.
( the voice of someone intimately familiar with rifters and their unique challenges, to be sure— )
No one's tossed things at me to see if my shield can block them for a while. I'm not a mage, myself, but my anchor-shard has certain abilities that aren't the norm. Shield barrier included.
[ Perhaps we should be glad there appear to be no car dealerships in Thedas. ]
You'd trust me to use my power on you? [ Not with. Wanda's learned from in the field that it's always on or against. That's how the media likes to portray her power usage, after all. Better to lean into it. ] You don't know me.
[ There's no accusation in her voice. Incredulity, yes. She's open to it, of course—someone wishing to participate with her is enough to have her consent, but… It's not common. Even the Avengers had approached her trepidatiously back in the day. She's used to the fear. ]
With me, ( is an easy correction. she's not the telepath; she doesn't, can't know what wanda's thinking, or the context in which it lives. what she does know is that the entire point of all of this is that they are all working together,
and: )
No one twisted your arm behind your back and made you join. If you had decided to sit down and sulk, then you still would have been provided with a roof over your head, food at mealtimes, and the protection that living within these walls affords. You've been dropped into a shit situation without so much as a by your leave, in the process leaving behind probably everything you knew prior, and you've chosen to do this work.
I'm doing you the courtesy I do everyone here of assuming that you did that because you want to do the work. If you're going to take the opportunity in front of you and piss it away that soon in turning on everyone around you, ( her tone doesn't change at all because it isn't accusation so much as imagine how goddamn absurd that would be, ) it would be incredibly poorly calculated to do it in the middle of the training yard.
( and then, laced with dry humour: )
You haven't been here long enough to want to take a crack at me. Give it time.
[ She makes an amused noise. Gwen reminds her of Sam, although Sam's way of relating to others was through dad jokes and snorting at said jokes. She ignores the ache such a thought prompts. ]
The last time I was recruited into anything, it wasn't like I had much choice.
[ She's considered her words and what she risks by sharing this information. She has nothing to lose. Who are the Avengers here, if not a group with a stupid name? ]
They kept me in my room, afraid of me. [ Not entirely the truth, but it became it in the end, didn't it? ] I guess I expected that would happen here, too.
[ But — ]
I'll use my power with you. I may even let you get a few hits in before I embarrass you in front of everyone.
[ Her tone is teasing. She's trying this out, this whole… being a comrade thing. How long has she been alone? How has it ruined her ability to simply banter and—well, trust is the beast waiting around the corner, isn't it? ]
( gwenaëlle always finds it a little bit funnier to let people just find out what she can do, which is itself a milder form of her inclination never to make any threat she might want to act on. )
To your first point, you've more or less described what being a mage was like for the last, I don't know, several centuries. You might find more understanding here than you're accustomed to. I won't pretend to you that the reception won't be varied outside of the Gallows — there'll be as many that just objectify you in new and annoying ways as are frightened — but we're the problem children. You're in fine company.
( like, the commander of forces is a really cool war criminal. )
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It'd been easier with the Avengers. She spent most of her time in New York under house arrest while everyone else led the missions and roped her in when they needed the manpower. She was always a guest star. She was never a key player.
She weighs up the potential consequences. ]
I can move things with my mind.
[ Her heart may pound, but Wanda's voice comes out strong, unwavering. Her fear is hidden. What's another world that hates her? (Too much.) ]
I've always relied on it. Throwing punches is not my specialty, but I would hope that someone in Forces could teach me how. I've had some training.
[ But one of her trainers is dead, and the other is an old man too content with his happily ever after to return to what he used to be to her. Wanda is displaced, and she has no idea how to navigate it. Forces had been the best path forward: it sounded familiar. (The name sounded on par with The Avengers.) ]
I used to be part of a team. This is what I know best.
[ WandaVision proved she'd be amazing in research. ]
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Good, ( is matter of fact and instantly more amiable, ) that's what we need.
( the team part, mainly, but as for the rest: )
It sounds like we might make good training partners on the physical side of things; I'm slight, so it's about speed and agility, not brute strength. Our previous two Commanders trained me, and I had to retrain one of them, long story. We can probably work something out with your, what's the word— télékinésie, if you want to practise to account for however it's likely changed from where you were to here, which I would recommend because finding out in battle sounds like a clusterfuck.
( the voice of someone intimately familiar with rifters and their unique challenges, to be sure— )
No one's tossed things at me to see if my shield can block them for a while. I'm not a mage, myself, but my anchor-shard has certain abilities that aren't the norm. Shield barrier included.
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You'd trust me to use my power on you? [ Not with. Wanda's learned from in the field that it's always on or against. That's how the media likes to portray her power usage, after all. Better to lean into it. ] You don't know me.
[ There's no accusation in her voice. Incredulity, yes. She's open to it, of course—someone wishing to participate with her is enough to have her consent, but… It's not common. Even the Avengers had approached her trepidatiously back in the day. She's used to the fear. ]
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and: )
No one twisted your arm behind your back and made you join. If you had decided to sit down and sulk, then you still would have been provided with a roof over your head, food at mealtimes, and the protection that living within these walls affords. You've been dropped into a shit situation without so much as a by your leave, in the process leaving behind probably everything you knew prior, and you've chosen to do this work.
I'm doing you the courtesy I do everyone here of assuming that you did that because you want to do the work. If you're going to take the opportunity in front of you and piss it away that soon in turning on everyone around you, ( her tone doesn't change at all because it isn't accusation so much as imagine how goddamn absurd that would be, ) it would be incredibly poorly calculated to do it in the middle of the training yard.
( and then, laced with dry humour: )
You haven't been here long enough to want to take a crack at me. Give it time.
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The last time I was recruited into anything, it wasn't like I had much choice.
[ She's considered her words and what she risks by sharing this information. She has nothing to lose. Who are the Avengers here, if not a group with a stupid name? ]
They kept me in my room, afraid of me. [ Not entirely the truth, but it became it in the end, didn't it? ] I guess I expected that would happen here, too.
[ But — ]
I'll use my power with you. I may even let you get a few hits in before I embarrass you in front of everyone.
[ Her tone is teasing. She's trying this out, this whole… being a comrade thing. How long has she been alone? How has it ruined her ability to simply banter and—well, trust is the beast waiting around the corner, isn't it? ]
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( gwenaëlle always finds it a little bit funnier to let people just find out what she can do, which is itself a milder form of her inclination never to make any threat she might want to act on. )
To your first point, you've more or less described what being a mage was like for the last, I don't know, several centuries. You might find more understanding here than you're accustomed to. I won't pretend to you that the reception won't be varied outside of the Gallows — there'll be as many that just objectify you in new and annoying ways as are frightened — but we're the problem children. You're in fine company.
( like, the commander of forces is a really cool war criminal. )