Wanda and Emma
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xp_logsOn her way to a meeting, Emma finds a wayward Wanda who had escaped the confines of the office to do some work at a cafe.
"Another latte, ma'am?"
Wanda glanced up at the waiter and wondered when it was she started to become "ma'am". If she were ever so inclined, she would feel old. It was a good thing for her ego that she was really not so inclined. "Please," she responded with a smile before dropping her attention back down to the text in front of her. After a case of cabin fever, she'd decided to take her work outdoors to one of the many little cafes that were hidden, or not so hidden, near work. What she was poring over was actually rather boring - if clever.
Whoever had written it had tucked away very useful tidbits amongst nearly 800 pages of garbage and Wanda had taken it upon herself to dig out those little jewels before they wrote the rest of the book up as a solid wash
"You do realise, don't you," said Emma, her eyes following the waiter as she stopped beside Wanda's table, "that you won't be able to sleep for a week." Emma knew what she was talking about - Wanda's thoughts were darting like schools of little silver fishes through her mind.
There was a slight start in the other woman as she looked up - it was two-fold. Wanda had been engrossed enough in her reading to really not notice her surroundings and still having Emma around on a near daily basis was still new. "Probably," she agreed, sliding her sunglasses off her nose, "but then again, that would not be anything new. Hello, Emma."
"Hello, Wanda," responded Emma. She looked at the book in Wanda's hands, the notepad and pen within easy reach. "Snow Valley work? Or private research? Or would it be too much to suggest that it may just be for pleasure?"
"I suppose it would be prudent to say a little from column a, a little from column c," Wanda responded. "It is a rather dry text in all but we have found a few gems for the growing database that Amanda, Illyana and I have been constructing. And I decided that it would best not to throw this at those two if I wanted to have assistants still willing to live at the end of the day." She gestured to the other, empty seat. "Care to join me or are you on your way somewhere?"
Emma slipped gracefully into the other chair. "I am a little early for a meeting at Frost Enterprises, so I thought I'd stop for a coffee on the way." As she spoke, she reached out with her mind and slipped a suggestion into the barista's head, so he began to work on a second latte to go with Wanda's. "Database?" she asked. Emma had made herself aware of nearly everything that was currently going on in Snow Valley, but she liked to hear things from the people involved. It always provided extra tidbits of information, sometimes of things that her associates didn't always want her to know about. It was the things they were carefully not thinking about that tended to matter.
"We were tasked to start up a database of everything mystical in nature because, truth be told, as much as it does my dear old heart to go through ancient texts it is not exactly the most expedient way of finding needed information. Especially when there is a time crunch." And considering their actual line of work meant that almost everything was on a deadline. Knowing that Emma probably knew about the project didn't lessen her pleasure in talking about it. "We have a steady stream of information both from texts and from 'consultants' abroad and it all goes into the database that Doug made up for us."
She gave the waiter a smile when he brought the lattes and looked amused at the second one. Emma slightly unnerved her but, in the end, the feeling only made the other woman more intriguing since Wanda had spent only a little amount of time in her presence.
"That seems - efficient," said Emma, cradling the coffee gently in her hands. Her hands had become cold during the walk to the cafe and she was happy to warm them. "The occult division seems to be particularly well-run. I am led to believe that the accolades for that may belong to you."
Wanda blinked once and then nodded with a pleased smile. "If for nothing else than the fact that I have an abhorring habit of working myself into the ground," she laughed softly. "And I would be nowhere without Amanda and Illyana's help." The Russian had yet to kill anyone in the office. Wanda considered this a bit of a godsend. "I do enjoy it a gre--"
She dropped off mid-word as the hair on the back of her neck stood up without warning. Wanda stiffened as her eyes widened slightly. Nothing had changed that she could see but this feeling of being watched intently overtook her. Every breath she breathed, every beat from her heart - dramatic, perhaps, but not something she could shake. As if she were being hunted. "Emma? Do you feel that?"
Emma looked at Wanda sharply. Wanda's reactions were clear, the sense of being watched, the sudden nearly-fear, washed against Emma's mind. But there was nothing else. Emma cast her power widely, feeling the thoughts of the people in the cafe, the street, reaching until she had passed well beyond eyesight - and found nothing. "No," she said. "There's nobody there. Nobody I can read," she amended.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Wanda glanced around fitfully but the feeling was slowly starting to recede. "It is fading," she said after a moment of tense silence and Wanda looked almost embarrassed now. "Perhaps I have been working too hard...?" It was a question and she was second guessing herself which was not something she was prone to.
"Or perhaps you are being watched by something that I can't sense," replied Emma, quite sharply. "We have many enemies, Wanda," she continued, at Wanda's somewhat startled look. "I have learned to assume that someone, somewhere is always trying to destroy me." A beep came from Emma's handbag and she looked at her watch and frowned slightly. "My meeting," she said, almost apologetically.
"Right, no, no, please. Do not worry." Wanda cast a glance over her shoulder and then nodded to herself. "But you are right, we have far too many enemies for me to discount them so easily." Digging into her wallet, she produced the money to cover the drinks. "I think I shall take that as a sign to go back to the office. Playing it safe might mean being stuck in doors but if something is really out there..." She was not about to make herself a sitting target, especially when there were innocents so close at hand.
"Indeed," replied Emma. "And thank you for the coffee. Perhaps we can continue this some other time? I would be interested to see that database."
The fact that she would be able to show off all of their hard work soothed some of Wanda's irritation towards whatever she had felt. "Of course, I would be delighted." She gave a wry look around as she started to scoop up her paperwork. "And maybe next time, without any potential prying eyes."
"Another latte, ma'am?"
Wanda glanced up at the waiter and wondered when it was she started to become "ma'am". If she were ever so inclined, she would feel old. It was a good thing for her ego that she was really not so inclined. "Please," she responded with a smile before dropping her attention back down to the text in front of her. After a case of cabin fever, she'd decided to take her work outdoors to one of the many little cafes that were hidden, or not so hidden, near work. What she was poring over was actually rather boring - if clever.
Whoever had written it had tucked away very useful tidbits amongst nearly 800 pages of garbage and Wanda had taken it upon herself to dig out those little jewels before they wrote the rest of the book up as a solid wash
"You do realise, don't you," said Emma, her eyes following the waiter as she stopped beside Wanda's table, "that you won't be able to sleep for a week." Emma knew what she was talking about - Wanda's thoughts were darting like schools of little silver fishes through her mind.
There was a slight start in the other woman as she looked up - it was two-fold. Wanda had been engrossed enough in her reading to really not notice her surroundings and still having Emma around on a near daily basis was still new. "Probably," she agreed, sliding her sunglasses off her nose, "but then again, that would not be anything new. Hello, Emma."
"Hello, Wanda," responded Emma. She looked at the book in Wanda's hands, the notepad and pen within easy reach. "Snow Valley work? Or private research? Or would it be too much to suggest that it may just be for pleasure?"
"I suppose it would be prudent to say a little from column a, a little from column c," Wanda responded. "It is a rather dry text in all but we have found a few gems for the growing database that Amanda, Illyana and I have been constructing. And I decided that it would best not to throw this at those two if I wanted to have assistants still willing to live at the end of the day." She gestured to the other, empty seat. "Care to join me or are you on your way somewhere?"
Emma slipped gracefully into the other chair. "I am a little early for a meeting at Frost Enterprises, so I thought I'd stop for a coffee on the way." As she spoke, she reached out with her mind and slipped a suggestion into the barista's head, so he began to work on a second latte to go with Wanda's. "Database?" she asked. Emma had made herself aware of nearly everything that was currently going on in Snow Valley, but she liked to hear things from the people involved. It always provided extra tidbits of information, sometimes of things that her associates didn't always want her to know about. It was the things they were carefully not thinking about that tended to matter.
"We were tasked to start up a database of everything mystical in nature because, truth be told, as much as it does my dear old heart to go through ancient texts it is not exactly the most expedient way of finding needed information. Especially when there is a time crunch." And considering their actual line of work meant that almost everything was on a deadline. Knowing that Emma probably knew about the project didn't lessen her pleasure in talking about it. "We have a steady stream of information both from texts and from 'consultants' abroad and it all goes into the database that Doug made up for us."
She gave the waiter a smile when he brought the lattes and looked amused at the second one. Emma slightly unnerved her but, in the end, the feeling only made the other woman more intriguing since Wanda had spent only a little amount of time in her presence.
"That seems - efficient," said Emma, cradling the coffee gently in her hands. Her hands had become cold during the walk to the cafe and she was happy to warm them. "The occult division seems to be particularly well-run. I am led to believe that the accolades for that may belong to you."
Wanda blinked once and then nodded with a pleased smile. "If for nothing else than the fact that I have an abhorring habit of working myself into the ground," she laughed softly. "And I would be nowhere without Amanda and Illyana's help." The Russian had yet to kill anyone in the office. Wanda considered this a bit of a godsend. "I do enjoy it a gre--"
She dropped off mid-word as the hair on the back of her neck stood up without warning. Wanda stiffened as her eyes widened slightly. Nothing had changed that she could see but this feeling of being watched intently overtook her. Every breath she breathed, every beat from her heart - dramatic, perhaps, but not something she could shake. As if she were being hunted. "Emma? Do you feel that?"
Emma looked at Wanda sharply. Wanda's reactions were clear, the sense of being watched, the sudden nearly-fear, washed against Emma's mind. But there was nothing else. Emma cast her power widely, feeling the thoughts of the people in the cafe, the street, reaching until she had passed well beyond eyesight - and found nothing. "No," she said. "There's nobody there. Nobody I can read," she amended.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Wanda glanced around fitfully but the feeling was slowly starting to recede. "It is fading," she said after a moment of tense silence and Wanda looked almost embarrassed now. "Perhaps I have been working too hard...?" It was a question and she was second guessing herself which was not something she was prone to.
"Or perhaps you are being watched by something that I can't sense," replied Emma, quite sharply. "We have many enemies, Wanda," she continued, at Wanda's somewhat startled look. "I have learned to assume that someone, somewhere is always trying to destroy me." A beep came from Emma's handbag and she looked at her watch and frowned slightly. "My meeting," she said, almost apologetically.
"Right, no, no, please. Do not worry." Wanda cast a glance over her shoulder and then nodded to herself. "But you are right, we have far too many enemies for me to discount them so easily." Digging into her wallet, she produced the money to cover the drinks. "I think I shall take that as a sign to go back to the office. Playing it safe might mean being stuck in doors but if something is really out there..." She was not about to make herself a sitting target, especially when there were innocents so close at hand.
"Indeed," replied Emma. "And thank you for the coffee. Perhaps we can continue this some other time? I would be interested to see that database."
The fact that she would be able to show off all of their hard work soothed some of Wanda's irritation towards whatever she had felt. "Of course, I would be delighted." She gave a wry look around as she started to scoop up her paperwork. "And maybe next time, without any potential prying eyes."
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Date: 2008-03-27 12:47 pm (UTC)I can't help but wonder what would happen if Monet spent too much time with Emma. Right now, it's simply the fact that other people's minds are boring that keeps her out of them. "Oh, god, why would I want to read your mind? It's like you, only worse and without the filters. Besides finding out anything I want to know this way is more effort than asking you."