Cassian made his way back onto the spaceship with a sigh; he hadn't been able to find the woman's car. It had a bit of a disappointing night; he had worked himself in a grid pattern, trying to find the car he sought. It didn't matter how many twists and turned he took; he couldn't work out where the woman had decided to hide the car that she used to make her escape. It would possibly make their upcoming mission a bit more difficult, but Cassian knew that it would no doubt happen, simply because they were determined. Making his way back into the central computer nodule, he wondered how he was going to break this news to his friends.
"So, after looking all night, I couldn't find the woman's car, so it doesn't look as if we can rely on is to find a reliable routine. We might have to strike without a lot of intel that we can rely upon, sorry about that." Cassian apologised, with an awkward look.
"That is not ideal, but we should still be able to apprehend the woman, right? If we can get in and get out without a lot of difficulties, we do not need this to become more difficult. I do not need to point out that the stakes have never been higher, we do not need to slip even further." Jyn asked worriedly.
"No, she is right, we should be able to work with what we have got, for now. We should be able to work around finding the woman, because where there's a will, there's a way, right? Where you can find any indication of where we can find the woman, I would feel more comfortable if we could pin down her routine before we try to make a move against the woman. Especially if she spots us before we are ready." Dacia sighed, trying to think through some of the potential problems.
Jyn nodded and when back to what she was doing, namely sorting through some of the weapons that they would need for their upcoming mission. Cassian snuck a glance at the woman, wondering if the woman realised that she was going through the motions before they started work. He had come to know the woman enough by this to recognise that she made herself comfortable by simply going through the motions and relying on muscle memory to perform her tasks.
"Alright, it's time for us to begin." Dacia quietly warned the trio.
As one the trio moved as one, getting ready for the day ahead, they would need to be ready to make a move on the woman. Dacia took out her lightsaber, feeling as if she could relax slightly if she knew that she had a weapon that she count on, at the end of the day use of a lightsaber had saved her life in the past. Dacia honestly thought that it would be silly for her to turn away from something that had previously proved she could rely upon. Cassian lifted out a lightweight blaster gun; he felt like he needed to have the comforting weight at his hip. Even if Dacia intended this mission to go off without a hitch, Cassian was all too familiar with simpler missions not going exactly to plan. At this point, the blaster might be nothing more than a deadly insurance plan, but he didn't want to be caught out, especially if he should need it. Jyn was sighing and trying to get herself ready for an upcoming day.
"Do we need to go back over our plans for the day? We need to make sure that we work to plan today, it is not worth our getting confused further by some of out further plans. We know our exact steps, I do not think we need to work this exactly to the plan, there is no room for deviation, not today." Dacia quietly warmed, not wanting them to miss another step.
Jyn and Cassian looked over at one another and shook their heads, both knowing the stakes that they now faced. For now, though, they both knew how far they might have to go to see out their mission, and both were willing to follow directions to the letter.
The three looked over at one another and prepared to leave the spaceship, not sure which condition they would be coming back in, but it was too important for them to falter now, it would do them no good if they forgot what they were aiming for. It was more important that they should get their woman before anyone else should get into trouble.
WHOOSH
The three separated at the door to the spaceship, without having to look to one another, they had been working together for long enough that their teamwork was flawless.
For the most part anyway.
Cassian made his way through the apartment block, with nothing but a sigh in his wake, he could be remarkably quiet, much like those creatures he had read about, Hobbits. Letting himself into the apartment immediately beside the one Romanova had sought shelter in, he smiled seeing that the small group of people from the previous day had decided to clear out. He didn't want to have to worry about innocents to get hurt; no one deserved to get hurt because people who should know better had decided to have a playground dustup.
He didn't want to have anyone else on his conscience, not when it came time for him to have to settle his debts with an immortal being.
Getting himself a glass of water from the kitchenette, Cassian had felt like his throat was parched. He wouldn't be able to think clearly if he was still incredibly thirsty. Gulping down the water, Cassian put the glass back in the sink, wrinkling his nose at the cleanliness of the apartment. He did not feel as if he had the time to make sure that the apartment was clean, he tip-toed back over to the adjoining wall and slid down it, prepared to wait.
Going through some of the expected moments in his head, Cassian thought about some of the steps he had taken to get to this point. He wondered if he would change any of the steps if he had ever had reason to, upon reflection he honestly didn't think he would. None the less he found it curious to wonder what would change if he went down any different paths.
He settled himself down for the long wait, still turning over some the things in his mind as he tried to pass the time, not wanting to mark the passage of time. If Cassian knew one thing and one thing only, then he knew that he could easily torture himself. The ghosts in his head demanded that he did not forget them for too long, they could be annoyingly loud when they wished to be. He pressed the button on his lapel, letting the girls know that he was in place.
WHOOSH
Dacia ran up the back stairs; she knew from the small burning sensation at her lapel that Cassian had gotten himself into position. Slipping through the large green, at least Dacia had thought that at one stage it was green, now it was so faded she couldn't be sure, fire door. Sliding a large brick into the fire door, Dacia kicked at the brick once to make sure that it wouldn't slide away.
Nudging at the brick to make sure that it was securely in place, she made her way over to the edge of the roof. Looking over the edge of the roof, Dacia felt as if she was satisfied that she would not be seen, she slipped off her jacket and heaped in on the concrete ground.
Sitting pretzel legged on the concrete roof, Dacia gently closed her eyes as she tried to get in touch with the Force. She had previously told the other two that it was difficult for her to feel the small lifeforce crashing through her. She felt like she had to find some way for her to feel some more in touch with her inner side, and tap into some of the power.
It had been freaking her out a little, that she was still struggling with one of the things she had left behind. Now, that she knew that she had a little time to herself to sit in quiet, she could work on trying to find the thing that she had relied upon, but now it had been long enough for her to start to worry.
Pulling out a simple stone from the pocket of her jacket, Dacia turned the stone over in her hand, looking down at and wondering. She had engineered the stone on the spaceship, wanting to find out where exactly the Force had gone. She did not feel as if some of the things that she had allowed herself to grow accustomed to for so long. Now she felt like she may as well take this time to try and work through some things.
Opening her eyes again, she looked at the small stone in her hand; she had a suspicion that would work. It was something that she had came across in one of the old books that she still had access to in the library. She had come across vague references implying that a lodestone could help her get in touch with the Force. It would be a handy thing for her to chase down, and if it led to anything positive, then she would want to know more.
Even if at this stage, she knew that she could be more likely that it would not lead to anything, she was probably grasping at straws. At this point though, she was ready to try anything. To her, it was worth it, because she was at that point. Shaking her head once again while deciding to refocus her attention on what she was doing. She thought to herself that it might be worth her while to try and think about some of her decisions up to this point.
The ghosts in her past might be as loud as they were for Cassian, but she still had some regrets that she wondered what would happen if she could turn back time. She had been lucky enough to spend the majority of her time working in the libraries and going through old scrolls trying to separate fact from fiction. She may have been able to go out if she needed to, but she was more comfortable surrounded by esoteric knowledge.
It wasn't very often that Dacia was called to go out back in those days, she preferred to call the shots from afar. It worked to her advantage because the likes of Darth Vadar didn't recognise her, she was able to slip out from the being's attention until she managed to seek safe harbour with the Resistance. It might have taken her a long period before her health was fully recovered.
One of the things that others struggled with was that not everybody on the Jedi Council got along. It was further true among followers of the Jedi religion; not everybody got along with everyone else. There was a reason that the Jedi could be famed poker players when you got used to shoving down your emotions in front of others, then you could count on being able to clean up nicely at games of fortune.
In her time as Darcy, she had cleaned up at games where people tried to read cues on her face. Cassian would sometimes joke that she had a face like a brick wall or a piece of stained glass that would only show what she wanted it to show. Dacia felt that accusing her of such behaviour was not particularly helpful, so she would push it away and refrain from dwelling on something she had long since learned how to control. She had learned so long ago, that she wasn't entirely sure if she would know what to do if she had to strip away those masks.
It was not by accident that young children, mostly below the age of five were chosen to train and study at the Jedi Temple. Dacia could not remember who her family were, nor where she was from. She had seen from records where her planet of origin was, she had read books on that place, but she could not claim to remember it for herself. For all she might want to understand more, it was just letters on a page, it did not necessarily mean anything to her. She despised the sympathy in Jyn's eyes when the conversation came around to the origin stories. She much preferred the understanding that she could sometimes detect in Cassian's eyes, even if she felt as if she did not understand what there was to understand.
Dacia had never been part of the old guard, one of the Jedi that found themselves look frantically for information on how to block in their young Padawan's minds their origins. Dacia was now able to see that blocking someone's memories of their origins in their minds, was akin to encouraging young psychopaths, or at least hindering their empathetic skills. Dacia had soon earned herself the reputation of being akin to a door mouse, at least not wanting to get herself involved in this mess. She had always been happier surrounded by books and attempting to tease out some of the secrets to the Universe.
Opening her eyes with a snap when she realised that she was beginning to become philosophical and maudlin while she tried to sort through some of her memories back in her Home Universe. Pressing the small button on her lapel, to allow the other two to know that she was now in place, Dacia went through the intricacies of their plan.
WHOOSH
Jyn had made her way into the coffee shop, sniffing in the smell of caffeine, not wanting to risk the very notion that she would not be able to blend in. Smiling to herself when she realised that now she would have to drink enough coffee but maybe she would be able to drink some tea simply.
Clutching the cup of tea in her hands, it was a nice blend she had chosen, hopefully, the caffeine that was now flowing through her system, shaking her head out, she sank into the seat. Flicking through the textbook, while keeping half an eye on the outer part, she didn't want to miss Romanova walking past outside.
Her mind was buzzing through some of the steps that she had taken to get her to this point, right now she only knew that the only possible answer for her was to continue to take one step at a time. It might not have been a straight road for her, but she wasn't sure whether or not she would change anything. The only thing she regretted was that she had been forced to watch as her beloved Mama be gunned down in front of her childhood home.
Another thing that had shocked her so much, something which she could not have believed, not in her wildest dreams, because how could her Papa work with the Empire? It didn't make sense with some of what she knew and could remember of her Papa, how could he work with someone who had gunned down his wife? Then to find out that her Papa was seen as the enemy within the Empire, the mind behind the weapon that they feared?
She had not known what she should have thought when her Papa had died bleeding out in her arms. Jyn would still occasionally have nightmares about that time; she had never been able to find satisfying answers to the questions that had plagued her for so long. She might not be able to count on finding out what had happened to make her father think that working with the Empire was a good thing. She may never be able to trust that there were things she didn't know what was going through her Papa's head all those years ago.
For now, though, she would simply have to focus on the task at hand, because all that she knew for definite was that the path that she had followed was the one that she would choose. It might have led her to greater heartbreak than she was comfortable with, but she had managed to find friends in the shape of Cassian and the mysterious Dacia.
Startling herself to attention when she noticed that it looked as there was a brief flash of ginger hair, Jyn shook herself mentally and wondered why it did not look as if the woman had dyed her hair. In any case, it looked as if the woman had made life a bit easier for Jyn and her friends. Could it be possible? Was their luck about to change?
Her hand drifted to the button on her lapel, wanting to let her friends know that she was on her way. Tossing the bag with the textbook into some of the bushes that marked the path to the spaceship, she crept behind the woman quietly. Making sure to keep her steps quiet, she had been listening to Cassian's lessons; now it was time for her to put them to good use.
Watching the woman from a distance, Jyn made sure to carefully after the woman, keeping to the shadows. After a suitable amount of time, when her nerves were beginning to build up in her, she watched as the woman ducked through the doorway to the apartment block. Now was her time to shine.
Following after the room and remembering to pausing as she waited for Romanova to leave the lobby, pretending to peer intently at the post cubby holes, until she was sure that the woman had disappeared upstairs. Following after the woman carefully, Jyn walked past the stairs where she knew that Romanova has climbed too and made her way to the floor above. Opening the door and thanking her lucky stars that she had thought to take place out on Air B&B, the absolute last thing she wanted was to be disturbed.
Making her way across the apartment silently, Jyn made sure that her footsteps were kept as quiet as she could. Glancing through the sliding glass door, Jyn smirked to herself when she noticed that the sun had gone down. Not even bothering to flick on the light, Jyn made her way over to the sofa that had carefully folded over the sofa the night before. Carefully tying the sheet around her waist, Jyn opened up the glass and tip-toed outside. Leaning over the edge of the balcony, she took a step back and took in a deep lungful of oxygen before carefully tying the sheet to a seat. She then started to carefully make her way down, even though the sheet started to flutter in the wind. Cursing softly to herself, why hadn't they checked the weather for that night?
Finally making it down onto the balcony below, Jyn peered around her in alarm, before glancing back up above her, not wanting to risk whistling and being heard by the woman that they were trying to hunt down. Pressing the button on her lapel, to let the other two know that she had managed to get into position, she disappeared into the darkened apartment. Making her way quietly into the apartment, Jyn snatched an empty water glass that had been conveniently sitting out. Making sure that she quietened her movements over to the wall, she began to listen in, not wanting to miss anything if she was asked later.
In the meantime, Dacia had rappelled down to the apartment that Cassian had found himself hiding in, and nodded to the man before swapping positions. After they had spent some time discussing their roles, Cassian had declared that he did not feel he could be comfortable with sneaking into a sleeping woman's bedroom. Who knew that the guy still hid a core of basic decency at his heart? Though maybe Dacia had been in this Universe for too long, she still missed the days when she could count on basic liberties such as basic decency and courtesy.
Looking over as Cassian made his way from the room, Dacia gently pressed the button at her lapel. Two apartments over Jyn smirked and thought that now it looked as if the games were about to begin. Straightening herself up, she made her way out onto the balcony outside, ready to meet Dacia and go into battle together.
Smirking at one another from across the balcony, the two women nodded at each other and as one made the climb to meet each other. When they were both standing on the same one, they turned towards the sliding glass door and glanced at one another from the corner of their eyes. Jyn quietly gulped and moved towards the door and wincing to herself pulled the door open just enough to make sure the two women could creep through. Sending a quiet prayer to whatever Gods were listening to she thanked her lucky stars that the door was kept oiled, she didn't need a squeaky door at this point. They want the woman to startle herself into movement before they had a chance to get into place.
Looking at each other in warning, they both waited until their eyes had adjusted to the gloom that surrounded the apartment, before creeping together as one, ready to confront the woman that they had been chasing for so long. Resting her hand on the door and glancing behind her at Jyn, Dacia opened the door. As one the two women made their way into the small room, where they were confronted with the woman. Wrinkling her nose as she noticed that it looked as if there were strange marks on the headboard.
Her eyes briefly looked cloudy as she scanned through the file that she had earlier perused of Romanova. There was a 50-50 percent chance that it was either sexual or some leftover trauma from earlier in her life. Dacia wasn't about to judge the woman; she knew that everyone had their secrets, it would make it slightly more difficult if the woman had not already cuffed herself.
Taking in the sight of the woman laying with one hand curled under the pillow, was that a gun or dagger? Shaking her head once again, the two women got themselves into position and nodded at each other, before clearing their throat. Watching in amusement as the woman startled, ready to start moving, Jyn leaned forward and tried to grab the woman's right wrist.
Dacia made a quick grasp to try and take the woman before anyone could get hurt. She didn't want to become the type to run in blind without considering all options, after all, she was well aware that this next fight could become long and drawn out. Shrugging to herself as she tried to remind herself that this was a fight they would have to finish quickly, there was no time to play with their food. If Dacia wanted to have any chance of limiting the damage to the surrounding area, then it would be better, if they could take the woman in with no muss and certainly no fuss. Dacia did not feel like having to deal with surrounding property damage, at a point, it just seemed like a pointless waste of time on everyone's part. She may not be completely familiar with the local government, but Dacia knew that she did not feel up to fighting with something and struggling to make herself understood.
Looking over at a quiet Jyn and trying to communicate that through her eyes that they needed this next part to run as quietly as possible, Dacia held eye contact with the woman for an uncomfortable amount of time. When she felt satisfied that Jyn had gotten the message, she quietly held a closed fist in the air. Counting down backwards, she prepared for the two to enter into battle. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. When Dacia hit the magic number, the two launched into movement, having practised these movements a hundred time over the course of their friends. Jyn ripped back the large duvet from the woman, and Dacia moved to grab the woman's wrist.
It was such an odd choice, for the woman to sleep under a heavy duvet, but then Dacia tried to remind herself that it was cold outside, it would only stand to reason that the woman would make a choice where she could feel a bit warmer. Dacia had been to Hoth, she was born there, and she was firm of the opinion that it did not matter where you were from, being cold was rarely a pleasant sensation! Biting back a curse when she saw that it looked as if the woman was still completely dressed, had she been anticipating them making this move? Was it possible that they had been rumbled? Dacia was aware that now it looked as if the whole mess was about to get slightly more difficult, something which needless to say, they didn't need.
Jyn was able to grab the woman's ankles, thoughts of making it more difficult for the woman to escape no doubt going through her head. It would take them a greater amount of effort if they weren't able to subdue the woman quickly. With a savage shriek of rage, Romanova was able to roll herself out of bed, before aiming a solid kick at Jyn's unprotected midriff, Jyn dived out of the way to evade the kick. She came down so hard after doing all she could to evade the kick that she crashed into a large metallic wardrobe.
Dacia ran a quick eye over the woman, before throwing her body behind Romanova who was trying to make her escape from the bedroom by wrenching open the bedroom door. Growling as she gave chase after the woman, Dacia ran out after her, diving behind a cushion, not wanting to catch a large kitchen knife with her face. While she ducked behind the cushion, she briefly thought to herself that she was glad that at least the woman could not reach her guns. Dacia knew that if Romanova was able to reach for her guns right now, then this whole thing could become a lot more difficult, a lot quicker.
When she heard a shout of rage, she took it to mean that the woman had abruptly run out of the knives she was currently tossing at a cowering Dacia. Dacia poked her head over the edge of the large cushion, gasping in alarm when she saw the woman looking like she was beginning to spin on her heels, looking for any weapon. Unfolding her long body, Dacia jumped out and after her hand fluttered over the assorted knick-nacks sat near her on an end table. Frowning to herself, but putting it out of her mind that it was another odd choice, Dacia chucked a heavy TV remote at the other woman. Romanova managed to avoid the heavy remote sailing towards her head and wrapped her hand around the door handle.
This would not do, it would do them no good if Romanova were able to escape from them. Still, Dacia smirked when she heard Jyn coming out of the bedroom behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she hoped that Jyn would be okay, judging by the amount of head shaking, Dacia wondered if it was possible that the woman had taken an even bigger knock to her head that Dacia had originally thought. She was able to take in some of Jyn's features and hissed when she saw the woman had a small cut above one of her eyes that was lazily bleeding. There was not enough time for her to show her concern though.
At least, not at the moment, not when Romanova managed to wrench open the door handle. Hiding a smirk when she realised that now it looked like Cassian was up, Dacia hoped that it was possible that Romanova had not managed to distil the fact that another man was laying out there in wait. Feeling her legs shake underneath her, Dacia wondered if it was possible that she should have missed the woman managing to get in a heavy kick to her legs. It seemed her centre of balance had shifted underneath her, Dacia made a mental note to herself that she would have to be careful she didn't stumble even further and hurt herself more than she already was.
Cassian folded himself further back into the shadows at his back when the door started to open. Balling a fist, he prepared to sink into Romanova; the woman would no doubt be shocked if she hadn't been able to pick up that she was surrounded. Launching the fist towards the woman and smirking when he noticed the woman falter in her movements giving Cassian enough time to aim a punishing kick at the woman's knees that he was hunting.
Letting loose not so much a cry of shock, as a sudden whimper when she was suddenly faced with her losing her grip on gravity as her knees began to give out. With a quick movement, Romanova aimed a heavy punch at the man, no doubt seeing her freedom flash before her eyes. Grunting as he took a side-step to the left wanting to avoid the impending fist, Cassian looked up just in time to see his friends running through the door.
Jyn snarled and reached for the fist that Romanova had launched towards Cassian, wrenching it behind the woman's back, Jyn reached for the handcuffs that she had hanging from her waist. With a small grunt coming from Romanova, Jyn smirked when she realised that the woman wasn't expecting to be caught, especially by new players. Roughly taking the woman's arms, Jyn locked them together with a snarl.
Cassian took control of the woman; the three had discussed this before, Cassian would no doubt be able to keep control of the woman a bit easier. Frog-marching the woman in front of them, the trio made their way from the party, looking like the strangest looking quad to ever make their way from the apartment block. For one thing, the four of them looked as if they had been involved in a war, their clothes were ripped, and much like Jyn, they were sluggishly bleeding from little cuts. The only one that hadn't been cut was Cassian; he looked like he was a stressed student preparing to go to the library.
Making sure that he still had a firm grip on the woman, Cassian made sure that he didn't look like they had taken control of the woman, he made his way back to the spaceship. On their way, Jyn made sure to separate from the group and retrieve the bookbag. It does not hold a massively high monetary value, given that the 'textbook' was on a kind of paper that could fool anyone into thinking that they were looking at something of educational value, but Jyn wasn't the type to want to litter. So she picked up after herself, finding the act of her leaving behind rubbish to be distasteful. She questioned why anyone else should be forced to clean up after her when she had a mission?
When she came back, she found both Cassian and Jyn having had a whispered conversation with one another to try and decide where they should leave Romanova. Jyn knew them both well enough to be able to tell from looking at them what they intended to be done with their precious cargo; they intended on leaving her in an interrogation room. Jyn realised that the two must want to keep the woman off centre when it came time to question her. Jyn could see the appeal in this; they may be able to find better and more truthful answers.
Or they may find themselves on a wild goose chase trying to extract meaning from a woman that didn't want to provide any clarity to her actions.
WHOOSH
Wanda looked around her with a sigh; she still struggled to believe that she was losing her grip over the other Avengers. She knew that it was only a matter of time before they started getting angry with her, the last place she wanted to be was right in the firing zone just in case she should begin to catch flack. It had all been remarkably simple to her, from the time when she watched her parents die from that bomb launched by an unrepentant Stark, she had set all of her sights on bringing the monster down.
She dealt with becoming more and more concerned with how she was losing control over the other Avengers. She wished that Rogers would see that she was fully grown woman, she didn't need the man to hover over her shoulder constantly.
She wore a bra for heaven's sake!
She had discovered what she liked in the bedroom!
The only thing she had not done was vote because she was not about to vote in a corrupt system. Besides she too busy to waste her time with trivialities such as voting.
Wanda acknowledged with a hidden shrug that it was more useful to her that the men (and Romanoff, though it was slightly more difficult for her to pull the wool over the hardened spy's eyes) still believed that she could do no wrong. She had to question the rationale of Rogers choosing to believe and welcome someone he had fought with only days before. It was sad that she had had to sacrifice her brother, but Pietro wasn't hard enough to make the hard decisions. She did not regret teaming up with HYDRA, because they had brought her so much closer to making Stark pay. Even though she missed her brother from time, his sacrifice was very much needed.
The fact that she could use the loss of her brother as another weapon which she could use to attack Stark gave her so much comfort. She claimed to miss her brother, and she did, but the very fact that she could feign inconsolable grief was more helpful to her. She was able to use the misguided guilt of the others as another weapon that she could stock-pile when it came to her making sure that the Monster that had haunted for so long was spread out. Wanda had only met that bitch Potts once, she had struggled to make that woman believe anything negative about the man, it was a shame, but at least the bitch was not around as much. Even before she, Wanda had come onto the scene, the two had broken up, leaving Wanda with fewer things for her to obsess over.
She had gotten herself into this mess simply because of how far she had played with the other Avengers. Pietro had always told her that this was her problem, namely that she did not know where to stop. Wanda found that she did not care, because at least now she had managed to make Stark pay. The accursed man was left in a considerable amount of trouble, and all because of her! It was delicious to her that the man was in this mess because of her. Even more delicious was the little nugget that she had managed to pick up, namely that the guy was in a tremendous amount of trouble when Rogers was through with him in that Siberian base.
Not a lot was happening to her onboard this rather strange prison, but she knew that she could not be certain whether or not she should work to start escaping this place. All she could be sure of was that it would not go well for her if she managed to escape if the other Avengers managed to get free, her safety might be in danger, she constantly found the thought of what would happen to her? She could not care less about them; she was as always first and foremost in her mind. But what if they tried to attack her? Wanda did not feel as if she could reach her magic; she did not feel comfortable that she was able to defend herself. If she completely lost her grip on her magic, then she might freak out, after all, who was she without her magic?
Wanda might not have always had access to her magic, she had only found it after undergoing experimentation with HYDRA, but she now felt like she could never be apart from it ever again. She did not want ever to have to go back to that time in her life when she felt helpless. Not if she ever had another say in the matter, she frequently found herself feeling overjoyed when she could feel an overabundance of purpose.
Moving slowly into a lotus position on the ground, Wanda closed her eyes and tried to project a serene vision. Wanda was better at projecting masks and acting as if everything was fine with her. Even if she could feel her emotions swirling in her like maelstrom as she did now.
Wanda tried to think her way out of this; the only problem was that she had become too dependent on her magic, though she could not regret that for even a moment. It was such a trite description for her powers, but Wanda felt comfortable with the description. Even if she doubted that anything could ever encompass the entirety of her powers.
For right now, Wanda would have to take her time and play her cards right, because even though she was losing the benefit of her confidence in her sway over others. It would seem that for now, the glamour was beginning to come from others eyes. Wanda crossed her fingers hoping that it would all work out for her, she felt comfortable enough to assume that it would.