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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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. )