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xp_logsDuring the fight of the HFC, someone else at home feels the effects of what's going on. Set during this log
Wanda had been pacing the halls and the rooms of the mansion for what seemed liked hours. She knew there was a mission, just not where but something...the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. Perhaps it was just some jetlag from the trip but she could not stand still for very long.
She found herself in one of the smaller TV rooms and sighed, picking up a book to flip through.
... Wanda? The whisper was distant, yet imploring. Wanda!
Freezing in place, Wanda's eyes widened. Askani? They had numerous contact with each other but not outside of the history recordings. What is wrong, what has happened?
WANDA. Askani's presence was suddenly there, inside her mind and absolutely overwhelming, the firebird blotting out everything, her awareness of her surroundings included. No TIME, Wanda... no time left!
The book fell from her hands as she clutched her head, crying out. All she could feel in her mind was the flames and the presence, a heavy, frantic presence. What... No time, no time. Wanda did not understand what was going on but something had happened and this wasn't an intrustion. This was a plea for help.
So she opened her mind to the flames.
And Askani gave her everything. All of the history they'd been recording, piece by piece, either in Wanda's dreams, or with Nathan serving as an intermediary, for all these months.
It has to be remembered, Askani said, and the firebird folded its wings, withdrawing. It shouldn't have been like this. I'm sorry. Forgive me... but if it's not remembered, none of what we did means anything...
At the retreat, the information flowed through her mind, slowly at first like it was feeling its way around. But after a few seconds, it ripped through her mind, filling it to the brim and Wanda lost control.
Vaguely aware of the sound of things shattering and falling around her as she collapsed, her last thought before the darkness was one of a star going out.
Wanda had been pacing the halls and the rooms of the mansion for what seemed liked hours. She knew there was a mission, just not where but something...the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. Perhaps it was just some jetlag from the trip but she could not stand still for very long.
She found herself in one of the smaller TV rooms and sighed, picking up a book to flip through.
... Wanda? The whisper was distant, yet imploring. Wanda!
Freezing in place, Wanda's eyes widened. Askani? They had numerous contact with each other but not outside of the history recordings. What is wrong, what has happened?
WANDA. Askani's presence was suddenly there, inside her mind and absolutely overwhelming, the firebird blotting out everything, her awareness of her surroundings included. No TIME, Wanda... no time left!
The book fell from her hands as she clutched her head, crying out. All she could feel in her mind was the flames and the presence, a heavy, frantic presence. What... No time, no time. Wanda did not understand what was going on but something had happened and this wasn't an intrustion. This was a plea for help.
So she opened her mind to the flames.
And Askani gave her everything. All of the history they'd been recording, piece by piece, either in Wanda's dreams, or with Nathan serving as an intermediary, for all these months.
It has to be remembered, Askani said, and the firebird folded its wings, withdrawing. It shouldn't have been like this. I'm sorry. Forgive me... but if it's not remembered, none of what we did means anything...
At the retreat, the information flowed through her mind, slowly at first like it was feeling its way around. But after a few seconds, it ripped through her mind, filling it to the brim and Wanda lost control.
Vaguely aware of the sound of things shattering and falling around her as she collapsed, her last thought before the darkness was one of a star going out.
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