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WANDA MAXIMOFF
username: witch
age: 27
(the invincible, rm 303)

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it still hurts a bit

i was resting

i think nancy was worried

we were all very strong

im glad i wasnt alone

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it must... those cuts. have you seen anyone about them?
would you like me to take a look?

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if you want to

they dont bleed anymore

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oh good — then they don't need stitching.
but i can still meet you, if you like. make sure there's no infection.

[ and just see her face. ]

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yes

do you want to come to our house

its castle miners

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of course, be there in 5-10.

[ wanda scurries around her room at the inn, checking her supply satchel, adding a few items to the collection left behind by a few former residents. she can mend matter back into proper place, even heal, but sometimes human medical treatment is the best practice, and natasha spent a good deal of time teaching her field medicine.

antibiotics. got them. not many left.
she'll have to check— god if only vanitas hadn't made such a mess of the church...

wanda checks off far too many mental lists as she hurriedly makes her way out of the inn, across the square, off and away toward the cabins in the village. it's gotten so much colder...

her lips are pressed together as if she could bite through the cold and shut it out by the time she makes it to eleven's door; the place she shares with steve and nancy, she'd said.

a brisk knock, and, ]

Eleven, it's me, Wanda.

Sorry for the late!

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[ The door opens a moment later - on its own. Eleven doesn't stand on the other side. The lantern light reveals her inside though, sitting on a couch and watching the door. ]

Hi. You can come in. I'll close the door.

my turn to be late <3

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[ wanda steps inside, adjusting her bag over her shoulder, feeling somehow more at home immediately with Eleven using her powers on the door.

two of a kind. just so.
she hasn't been able to feel anything but drawn to the girl since meeting her.

three more steps and she's close to the couch, looking down at her small face, strong but shadowed. wanda softens. ]

May I sit?