( a voice — almost like a french accent, but not quite, something alien about it — issues forth from the blue sending crystal that wanda was issued upon arrival, low and feminine: )
This is... ( someone is consulting her notes. ) Wanda Maximoff?
( huh. the name is a strange coincidence, but wanda maximoff is a rifter, not an elf, so she sets it aside. )
My name is Captain Gwenaëlle Baudin, I understand you're new to Forces.
[ from the sending crystal comes a high, feminine voice with a generic british accent: ]
Messere Maximoff? I'm Ennaris Tavane, Quartermaster. I handle distribution of inventory and quarters assignments, I can show you to your room and make sure you're outfitted with everything you need to perform your new duties.
I'm also a Rifter myself, and will be happy to answer any questions you may have about this world. I took quite a few notes, when I first arrived.
He could lie; he could say that he only just learned about her arrival and hared here as soon as he could.
But just as Wanda doesn’t pretend over their shared history, Stephen doesn’t want to lie to her either. (He owes her that much, does he not?) So even if it might tip his hand and make him look cowardly, avoidant, he admits:
“A couple hours. They don’t know yet that I know you from before, but— I’m the Head Healer here.” He adds, rueful, “We’re supposed to be doing an intake interview where I talk to you about quarantine and get your medical history.”
This, too, likely feels so familiar from the Stephen Strange that she knew: of course the man can’t help but meddle, take up a mantle of responsibility, stay busy and contributing. He can never leave well enough alone.
[ Early-ish in the morning, very soon after Wanda's out of quarantine: ]
Hey. You the new rifter? [ The voice is young, but gruff. Could just be someone who doesn't like mornings! (It's not, though, she loves mornings and she sounds like this all the time.) ]
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crystal, first.
This is... ( someone is consulting her notes. ) Wanda Maximoff?
( huh. the name is a strange coincidence, but wanda maximoff is a rifter, not an elf, so she sets it aside. )
My name is Captain Gwenaëlle Baudin, I understand you're new to Forces.
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crystal; second.
[ from the sending crystal comes a high, feminine voice with a generic british accent: ]
Messere Maximoff? I'm Ennaris Tavane, Quartermaster. I handle distribution of inventory and quarters assignments, I can show you to your room and make sure you're outfitted with everything you need to perform your new duties.
I'm also a Rifter myself, and will be happy to answer any questions you may have about this world. I took quite a few notes, when I first arrived.
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a million gomens, feel free to drop!
sorry, my dude; i got blipped!
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action, third.
( continued from. )
He could lie; he could say that he only just learned about her arrival and hared here as soon as he could.
But just as Wanda doesn’t pretend over their shared history, Stephen doesn’t want to lie to her either. (He owes her that much, does he not?) So even if it might tip his hand and make him look cowardly, avoidant, he admits:
“A couple hours. They don’t know yet that I know you from before, but— I’m the Head Healer here.” He adds, rueful, “We’re supposed to be doing an intake interview where I talk to you about quarantine and get your medical history.”
This, too, likely feels so familiar from the Stephen Strange that she knew: of course the man can’t help but meddle, take up a mantle of responsibility, stay busy and contributing. He can never leave well enough alone.
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crystal, fourth
Hey. You the new rifter? [ The voice is young, but gruff. Could just be someone who doesn't like mornings! (It's not, though, she loves mornings and she sounds like this all the time.) ]
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action, fifth
Pardon me-- you must be Wanda Maximoff?
[He extends a delicate hand,]
Benedict Artemaeus, personnel officer.
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