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maskormenacelogs2018-02-13 08:43 pm
stretchy_girl) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-02-13 08:43 pm
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Why Won't You Just Die?
WHO: Gemini & Scarlet Witch
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: Evening of the 11th
WHAT: Gemini's angry at having returned and tries to take it out on Wanda, it doesn't go as she expects it to.
WARNINGS: Some violence.
Somehow she was back in this godawful place. It certainly wasn't by choice, there were things that she had been in the middle of back home since her last time here, operations to catch up on, enemies to destroy, partners to intimidate. But now all that was gone once more and she was stranded here, and could not be more angry about it. Yes she'd smiled politely at the porter, thanking the officials with gritted teeth and an insincere smile, mindful of the need to keep her record spotless, and slipped away at the first opportunity.
If she was lucky she'd be able to regain her place in the Constellation fairly quickly, with even more luck nobody would yet have discovered the disappearance of Ira Petersen and his penthouse full of treasures. Her next move would be to check on that, but for now her thoughts were being subsumed by the knowledge that she was once again trapped here, trapped with no means of escape.
Fury boiled through her, her body starting to warp and distort in response to her black rage, arms lengthening into tentacles, her head and torso ballooning into a monstrous creature with a maw of razor sharp teeth set amid red leathery skin. A web of tentacles sprang from her form to propel her forward rapidly, barrelling down the city's alleys in search of people on whom she could vent her anger.
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: Evening of the 11th
WHAT: Gemini's angry at having returned and tries to take it out on Wanda, it doesn't go as she expects it to.
WARNINGS: Some violence.
Somehow she was back in this godawful place. It certainly wasn't by choice, there were things that she had been in the middle of back home since her last time here, operations to catch up on, enemies to destroy, partners to intimidate. But now all that was gone once more and she was stranded here, and could not be more angry about it. Yes she'd smiled politely at the porter, thanking the officials with gritted teeth and an insincere smile, mindful of the need to keep her record spotless, and slipped away at the first opportunity.
If she was lucky she'd be able to regain her place in the Constellation fairly quickly, with even more luck nobody would yet have discovered the disappearance of Ira Petersen and his penthouse full of treasures. Her next move would be to check on that, but for now her thoughts were being subsumed by the knowledge that she was once again trapped here, trapped with no means of escape.
Fury boiled through her, her body starting to warp and distort in response to her black rage, arms lengthening into tentacles, her head and torso ballooning into a monstrous creature with a maw of razor sharp teeth set amid red leathery skin. A web of tentacles sprang from her form to propel her forward rapidly, barrelling down the city's alleys in search of people on whom she could vent her anger.
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Unfortunately for Wanda nothing is out of her reach. A tentacle stretches up after Wanda, wrapping around her legs, trying to yank her straight back down again and slam her into the cold hard ground.