WHO: Jyn & Wanda & y'all WHERE: All over the place WHEN: February 14 - onwards; event catch all WHAT: Dealing with event shenanigans; hit me up if you want something in particular WARNINGS: None so far, though probable Rogue One spoilers
Wanda feels him before she actually sees or hears him. The tendrils of her power are swirling around her like ribbons, trailing across the floor and across the walls like many slowly flowing rivers of molasses, readjusting gravity as she goes, the sound of small items in nearby rooms falling to the floor as Wanda's ability tells physics to go fuck itself.
But then she turns the corner and there is Tony. She doesn't smile, knows it looks all the more creepy when her eyes are glowing red and magic is twisting around her. "Do you still have Jarvis or is it Friday now? Why is she called Friday anyway?"
Perhaps he should be a little weirded out by the fact that Wanda is greeting him before he even gets around the corner, but--
Well, there had been stranger things that had happened, and honestly, Tony is too close to exhaustion right now to muster up the ability to be anything other than amused. Wanda looks-- otherworldly. That was a good way to put it. Wrapped up in snaking ribbons of red power, contrasted against the dark of the ship.
Snapping the faceplate of his suit up, he raises a brow at her. "Friday. Has been for-- a long while."
There is something else, right there on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it back before letting his gaze flicker behind her before back to her face.
"Take it you are doing that thing where you reorder reality a little bit, huh?"
"I'm not reordering it," she protests mildly, mouth slanting into the smallest frown. "Not any more than the ship was already doing before it shut down."
Which is true!
Also not really the point, but she can't help the urge to defend herself, it's settled deep within her now, especially when it comes to Starks. It's hard to separate Tony from Tony, but she's trying. Be that as it may, she still manages to offer a, "Hello Friday." because she'd gotten used to the AI around the compound and she likes the AI's lilting Irish accent.
closed ♕ wanda & tony
"Hello Tony."
Wanda feels him before she actually sees or hears him. The tendrils of her power are swirling around her like ribbons, trailing across the floor and across the walls like many slowly flowing rivers of molasses, readjusting gravity as she goes, the sound of small items in nearby rooms falling to the floor as Wanda's ability tells physics to go fuck itself.
But then she turns the corner and there is Tony. She doesn't smile, knows it looks all the more creepy when her eyes are glowing red and magic is twisting around her. "Do you still have Jarvis or is it Friday now? Why is she called Friday anyway?"
Is that relevant? Not... really, but here we are.
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Well, there had been stranger things that had happened, and honestly, Tony is too close to exhaustion right now to muster up the ability to be anything other than amused. Wanda looks-- otherworldly. That was a good way to put it. Wrapped up in snaking ribbons of red power, contrasted against the dark of the ship.
Snapping the faceplate of his suit up, he raises a brow at her. "Friday. Has been for-- a long while."
There is something else, right there on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it back before letting his gaze flicker behind her before back to her face.
"Take it you are doing that thing where you reorder reality a little bit, huh?"
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Which is true!
Also not really the point, but she can't help the urge to defend herself, it's settled deep within her now, especially when it comes to Starks. It's hard to separate Tony from Tony, but she's trying. Be that as it may, she still manages to offer a, "Hello Friday." because she'd gotten used to the AI around the compound and she likes the AI's lilting Irish accent.