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February Event at Camp Whitegrave

[iamthecrucible]

[While Shaxx has been incredibly happy to see his dear brothers back together, that's also meant he's needed to find a cabin of his own to sleep in. There is absolutely NO WAY he's staying in the same cabin as Osiris and Saint when they've only just reconciled.

Which means sleeping alone (his general preference anyway), in his armor (he's used to it), in the cold (big problem). That's really not a condition this particular armor set was intended to deal with; if he was ever in the cold, he was always fighting his way to somewhere warmer.

His solution is mostly to nap, and then when the cold becomes a problem, get up and exercise until he's warm, then take another nap. It's not ideal, but he's dealt with worse circumstances.

The real problem happens when the blizzard moves in. He doesn't quite get lost when he goes out in it--he is not lost, Titania--but he does get disoriented. And ends up at the wrong cabin. (Perhaps with some Ghostly interference? Unknown.) And since he doesn't know it's the wrong cabin, he just walks in.]

[seeingscarlet]

[And he is greeted by a shriek, a half-naked Wanda who was in the process of changing for bed, and an array of random objects in the room pointed at him threateningly, held aloft by Wanda's powers. They clatter harmlessly to the floor when she sees who it is. No death by hairbrush today...yet.

Shaxx doesn't get long to gawk at Wanda in her underwear before a blanket is yanked hard off the bed to hang between them as a curtain.]

What happened to knocking?

[iamthecrucible]

[ He's faced down armies of Fallen and Hive. He's fought Ahamkara. He's never hesitated at the appearance of any potential challenge. Yet this is a situation so unexpected, he actually freezes, the door still open behind him and snow blowing in.

What is Wanda doing in my cabin?

Followed by: ...wait this isn't my cabin.

Followed by: ...oh no.

Well, at least his face is warm now. Very warm. Definitely blushing. Thank goodness for helmets.

Do something. Do something. How long as he been standing here and staring at her? Unknown, but too long. Way too long.

He abruptly turns around, ready to march back out the door and into the white-out. ]

Sorry! Sorry. Got lost. Wrong cabin.

[ Titania, you told me this was the right one! Her answer of, Oops, my mistake, does not sound contrite in the least. ]

For Shaxx

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda answers the door dressed in a sheer black floor-length robe, richly embroidered in flowers and vines. It closes at the waist and just under her bust, giving Shaxx a very generous view of her cleavage. The embroidery might momentarily obscure that she's wearing practically nothing underneath, just further lacy black lingerie. An appetizer of sorts for 'second dessert.']

Shaxx. [She smiles brightly.] Come in.

[Her apartment is cozy. While the original furniture remains, there are blankets and pillows on the couch that aren't the standard and lots of little knickknacks and candles arranged throughout.]

[iamthecrucible]

[ Of course he's wearing his armor. He still doesn't have any other clothes, and even if he did, he's certainly not going around in the streets without his armor. ]

Wanda.

[ Having never really been on a date, as such, he'd consulted with his extensive memory of literature and maybe done a bit of searching on the network. Thus, he's come armed with Better Devils on his right leg, as usual, but in his left hand, he's got a bouquet of flowers that he picked up on the way over. He's unsure what kind they are, but it was a nice arrangement of red and orange and white. He offers those to her.

And once she's relieved him of the flowers, he starts divesting himself of his plate armor, at least. ]

[seeingscarlet]

[She understands the armor a little better now, but that still doesn't mean he's getting any hugs until the plates come off, especially in her current state of undress.

Luckily the flowers are there as a buffer - Wanda's eyes light up and she takes them from him with a grin.]

They're beautiful. Thank you. [She casts a quick glance around the apartment - surely there must be something here she can put them in.] I'll find something for them. Make yourself comfortable.

[She ends up having to pull some decorative flowers out of a vase but luckily the fresh ones fit okay. Once they're in water, Wanda circles back around to set them on the table as a centerpiece. Isn't that just perfect? And for the finishing touch, Wanda flicks her wrist at some of the (unscented, in case that would bother him) candles and lights them with her Ruby magic. Even better.

That done, Wanda saunters back to where Shaxx is.]

You look comfier. Want any help?

dream sharing; eventually nsfw

[doggish]

[It's a dream. Not a nightmare, which he's been having more and more of lately, but just a pleasant dream. He's in . . .

A house. A mansion. His mansion, sort of, or at least the mansion where he used to squat. They're in the room he'd claimed as his own, with a bed in the corner and a little rug spread on the floor. Books are stacked haphazardly, but a fire roaring in the grill keeps the chill away and makes things feel cozy. There's the scent of sword polish; Fenris' armor is set carefully to the side, stacked for easy access. There isn't much in the way of personal affects; this is a room in which Fenris lives, not his room, and there's a difference.

But it's home, more or less. The scent of the sea fills the air; a hole in the ceiling reveals a sky full of stars. It's comforting and cozy and, if not actually very nice, at least familiar. Fenris lies flat on his bed, staring up at the stars— though he sits up as he hears footsteps. Perhaps things will change; perhaps not. These delusions are shared things, after all, and he is not the only one here anymore.]

. . . ah. Hallo, Wanda.

[The tension eases out of him. And then, with an odd little smirk:]

Welcome home.

[seeingscarlet]

[She does not question why she finds herself here, or where 'here' even is. She's dressed in a light dress that is nearly falling off her shoulders but this she also doesn't question. Everything feels right somehow. Must be that familiar presence she can sense.

Wanda finds him in the bedroom and smiles. It's nice enough for her just because someone she cares about is here.]

Fenris.

[Just seeing him makes warm, soft feelings bloom in her chest and Wanda crosses the room to join him and sit on the edge of the bed. And she dares to touch his cheek again in that careful way he's seemed to enjoy in the past.]

Were you waiting long?

[doggish]

Not too long.

[Maker, but that feels good. Better than it normally does, for Fenris doesn't flinch or tense up in preparation of the pain that will surely follow. Pain has no place here, not when he's in this dreamy half-asleep state. His hand rises, covering her own, in part to keep it there and in part simply to touch her.

He likes touching her. He likes her, sweet and kind and straightforward, and that's a little bit remarkable unto itself, when it takes him so long to like anyone. But there's an understanding there, however faint. An acknowledgement born on mutual horror and trauma; she understands that part of him as no one ever has before, and Maker, but he had not realized how lonely that such a solitary existence was until now.

It's not that no one has ever cared. Of course they have. But there are things he doesn't have to explain to her; horrors and traumas to the depths of his thoughts that he can simply offer up as they are, not having to explain them. that he has not ever shared with anyone before. She looks at him and she knows, she understands, and that's—

How can he not seek her out?]

But it is vastly improved with your company, now.

[He turns his head, his lips brushing gently against her palm in a kiss. It's daring, a little, but not really. And he keeps his eyes on her, steady and, if not questioning, at least silently waiting for permission. It's all so simple in the dream; all his hesitations and fears and horrors swept away, hazily muffled in favor of this immediate, warm desire.]

ma'am!!!

[indignitas]

[ There's another face around the Guardian house. He is currently some kind of purple bird creature, but his face is still distinct enough that she would know if she had met him before. It will come up sooner or later with all of them milling around the house restlessly waiting to see how Shaxx pulls up from the chrysalis. So he just waits until there's actually a quietly moment for it.

He's sitting in the sun day dreaming how he could possibly smoke a cigarette with all these feathers when she comes out the back door. He blinks at the lamia thoughtfully for a moment before he greets her, ]

It's nice to meet you. I'm Daigo. Daigo Dojima.

[ He ducks his head in a little bow. Sure, he's translated but his mannerisms are still very Japanese. ]

hello!

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda is completely, utterly exhausted. She's done all she can to heal Shaxx physically - the rest is up to time and his own will to survive. But there's too much worry in that house right now and her mental shields were completely obliterated in the process of healing Shaxx.

She needs a minute to get her mind in order and so she slithers outside to get some air. Not too far, of course - she's never seen anyone begin to crystallize like that and she'd rather stay close. Just in case.

But despite her exhaustion she manages a weak, but sincere, smile.]

Wanda Maximoff. [She has an obvious Eastern European accent, with slightly drawn out 's' and 'x' sounds in this form.] Are you doing all right?

[indignitas]

[ Somehow it doesn't surprise him that's the question. Would it have been the next thing out of his mouth too? 'Caring' seems about the personality type for a healer, but it might be rude him to assume when he knows so little about the actual workings of it. He gives a small self-deprecating smile, eyes lowering briefly, ]

Yes.

[ The demure lie of the persona he uses as a figure of authority in the yakuza underground. He's a person of careful compartmentalization, and rigid control over when and what he chooses to give the outside world. Stress makes him somewhat cold, careful with his boundaries so that nothing can slip loose. As the leader of his clan of yakuza, there are almost always lives on the line and he doesn't have the luxury of making emotional missteps. ]

He's lucky he gets to keep that eye after all. [ Daigo inclines his head, looking at her directly and offering a more friendly smile. ] I'm sorry, I'm sure that was hard for you.

[ The gore, the smell of burnt flesh and boiled blood, a living person turning to stone as the seconds ticked by-- ]

Do you need anything?

for the injured

[seeingscarlet]

[Healers aren't as much of a rarity here with so many Sapphires, but Wanda's still doing the best she can to pitch in, especially since she seems to be mostly still in control. But in the aftermath of Shaxx's rampage, her psychic senses are raw around the edges and there's something feral simmering under the surface.

Luckily for everyone, she's been turned into a lamia and so her urges are mostly not of the violent variety. But she can't help the surge of protectiveness she feels upon seeing a friend who's injured. Her eyes are already red, but there's a split second when they glow with the surge of emotions as she slithers up to them.]

What happened to you? Let me see.

[semicharmed]

[ It is, perhaps, a weird day when you look around and think, Thank goodness, here comes the giant snake woman.

Not that Matt finds it weird. It's good to see a friendly face, especially after his less than fruitful attempt at pacifying his fellow gembonded. ]

Wanda! Hey, you look amazing. [ Leave it to this disaster to treat this like a social call. Matt looks down at himself, eyes widening as he notices three red slashes across his side. ] Oh--when did that happen?

[ He remembers being struck at with sharp claws, had made a note to apologize to Ryan for ruining another one of his shirts. But wouldn't he have noticed starting to bleed like this? Mostly, Matt feels guilty that he hadn't been able to help. Sure, he doesn't have any of those cuffs--does not, in fact, have any tools but his own personality--but he's got magical powers. He should've been able to figure it out. ]

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda gives him a Look as she slithers closer. 'When did that happen?' Really?]

Did you hit your head too? Or have you just been getting in a lot of fights?

[She's not going to comment on the compliment on her current appearance - blood loss, maybe? She knows she looks kind of scary now.]

Stay still. [She raises a glowing hand and starts directing her powers to heal the visible gashes.]

[gwynbleids]

[It's been some time since the fallout with Shaxx. Just enough time for Geralt to go home to Jaskier and recuperate enough manna to be up and about. He has deep bite marks on a broken arm that has been bandaged up with slung around his neck. He has bruises all over, some broken ribs and a slight limp.

He looks like shit, basically. Not like someone who should be poking around a forest, but he is. He hasn't seen Revenant or Emil since the night it all went down and as much as he'd like to deny it, he's worried for them.

He's poking around a bush when he hears her approach, only looking up when she addresses him. He catches the flash in her eyes and he counters it with a nonplussed demeanour despite the severity of his injuries.]

Monster week. [He answers plainly, making no move to give her access to his wounds. It's not that he doesn't trust her, he's just not concerned.]

I'm alright.

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda makes a face at him and continues slithering closer.]

No, you're not. You shouldn't be out here at all like this. What will you do if you get attacked again?

[In his state, dying is not out of the question, depending on who attacks him. He looks like shit, like even she could push him over without her powers.

Her voice gentles.] Let me see? Please.

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[iamthecrucible]

HELLO WANDA

TELL ME WHEN IT IS CONVENIENT FOR ME TO COME BY YOUR APARTMENT

AND WHAT KIND OF ICE CREAM YOU WANT

[ He considers the messages sent so far and then appends: ]

I OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION AND ALSO I LIKE ICE CREAM AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO!

[seeingscarlet]

I can meet you there in half an hour? Anything chocolate is always good

I will always listen to you but you don't owe me anything

action!

[iamthecrucible]

[ He would definitely disagree with her, since she's someone he cares about, who cares about him, and he probably just caused her a lot more distress after what had already been a stressful end to the previous month. But it's not a point worth actually arguing, because he's going to give her that explanation anyway.

He stops by a shop to get the ice cream, and then is at her door precisely thirty minutes after she replied.

Knock, knock, Wanda. ]

un: acala

[indignitas]

Doing all right Wanda?

[seeingscarlet]

[No, not really. Once again, she didn't even get to say goodbye.]

Are you?

I know they're alive. I just keep reminding myself that they're okay

[And she can only try her hardest not to think about the fact that Shaxx is back where Savathûn can get her claws in his mind again and there's no one at all who can help. She freed him, yes, but how long before he's exposed again? She couldn't even figure out what it did to be able to warn him.]

[indignitas]

Not really.

[ A statement he hasn't made anywhere else and he doesn't particularly feel like lying to her. ]

But you're right. I'm glad it's not a funeral. My grief is selfish, I'm exhausted living a life where the people I love the most can never stay in my life.

[ Ah, apparently he's going all in. ]

christmas gift

[indignitas]

[ A little box delivered in the mail. Inside, a rose gold mobius necklace. The note is similarly small. Written in Japanese, but translation magic does its work: ]

I saw this and I thought of you. Happy holidays.
- Daigo

Delivery

[basura_boi]

[ Left without explanation on the windowsill: a variety packet of delicious dried meats. ]