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Post by mordrake on Nov 8, 2014 13:30:59 GMT
The look on Magneto's face didn't seem to change. He certainly had a strong poker face, she'd give him that. As he read, she lifted her fresh coffee to her lips and she took a sip after blowing on it a little until it was cool enough to consume. The first words that Magneto spoke when he had finished reading the page in question, were 'I suggest you give up the search or Erik Lehnsherr. He no longer exists'. Just.. give up? After everything that she had gone through? Not likely. Besides, why would she give up searching, when what she was looking for could be right in front of her at that very moment?
"That's probably true," She mused, lowering her cup to the table. "Actually, according to the rumor mill, Erik's been gone for awhile. From what I understand, he goes by Magneto now." Her arms rested on the table, and her ruby red nails tapped lightly against the surface of it. "I wasn't sure how true it was until you showed up here. Otherwise..why would you care if someone is looking for him?" Wanda was feeling confident that she had finally found the man she'd been trying to find for so long..but what now? Where would she go from there?
"Look.. you don't have to freak out. I'm not looking to have any sort of father/daughter bonding time.. No princess tea parties or telling me stories before bed. I just wanted to meet you. Call it a right of passage, I guess. Closure, even."
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Post by mordrake on Nov 5, 2014 15:02:51 GMT
Obstacles weren't new to Wanda, and this man was absolutely no different. What was he going to do? Scale the building with the body that was in the bag and mosey through one of the doors that she placed up there? Because there was no way that she was going to let him go until she was finished with her questioning. She noticed, quite quickly, that he had a temper. "You don't think I can pay you," She mused with a small grin. "Pity. You would have enjoyed your bank account growing."
He seemed to be intent on the fact that she should have gotten paid first. Who exactly was that in the body bag? She lifted her chin slightly, and swallowed hard. "I didn't. Money, I have.. I'm more of a free agent. I only collect money when those I help are insistant.. and I never take a donation until the job is complete. Something tells me though, that you are here to make my job a little tougher." Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Very well, I'm always up for a little friendly competition. You should probably be warned though, that you should have taken me up on my offer." With a wave of her hand, one of the doors appeared on the lower part of the building, and the lock was unsnapped. She hurried forward, slipped through the door, and peered out of it. "Don't follow me," She mused. "Find your own way in." With that, she closed the door behind her, and locked it from the inside. He'd likely find a way to break through it.. but she wanted him to. She wasn't going to make this easy for him. Especially since she had an idea of who was in that bag.
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Post by mordrake on Nov 4, 2014 17:00:20 GMT
She knew that he was going to ask why she had been looking for Erik. Luckily for Wanda, the proof was right there, in her mother's diary. She always kept it with her, though, so it wasn't surprising that it was in her possession. The small notebook bound with pink lace and a faded silk rose had gone from a relic, and a link to her past, in to a textbook which Wanda studied over and over again. Her mother had placed the diary in to her dresser drawer when Wanda was young, just before she'd taken her own life, and on the very last page was a note, to her, stating who her father was. It never said, however, that he was a mutant.
Once Magneto ordered his coffee, and the waitress toddled off to retrieve a fresh carafe to pour the man a cup, Wanda placed the diary on to the table, and gently slid it toward him. "This is why I'm looking for him. Last page." She lifted up her own coffee cup, and took a sip, taking note that it had gotten cold. She hadn't even realized she'd been sitting in the coffee shop for so long. "According to that, written by my mother years ago, Erik Lehnsherr is my father. I'm looking for him, because I figured he might just want to know that he has a daughter roaming around the world somewhere."
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Post by mordrake on Nov 4, 2014 14:02:06 GMT
Wanda had no psychic abilities, nor did she have any sort of sixth sense. However, she had enough intuition to know when something was out of place. She hadn't felt that in some time until a man walked through the door of the coffee shop who looked incredibly familiar. She had lowered her eyes to her cup, deciding to attempt avoiding eye contact. It was mostly to keep herself from staring. From trying to figure out who he was. It wasn't until the man approached her little corner table, and spoke, that she figured out where she knew him from. It was mostly the voice. She lifted her gaze and met his eyes. Those eyes... there was something about those eyes. This was Magneto.. the mutant who was so famous for his televised speech calling out to others.
"I am," she spoke as cool, and collectedly as possible. How was she supposed to be so calm, though? She'd heard rumors circulating that Magneto and Erik Lehnsherr was one in the same.. and now Magneto was here, in Seattle, looking for her. "And since you've come all the way here just to speak to me about him, I take it you know who he is..." Her voice was low, and soft, even though there weren't many others in the establishment, and those who were there were across the room, having their own silent conversations. Magneto had a rather intimidating presence, but yet there was something vaguely familiar about him..Not because of the whole being on broadcast television thing, but it was his eyes that had her wondering.
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Post by mordrake on Nov 3, 2014 20:59:00 GMT
Oh, well, this one seemed to be grumpy. She had ways of dealing with those sorts of people, but honestly? He was just minding his own business. She was the one who was being obnoxious here..but the reason was because she needed to know exactly what he knew. "Who am I? Hm.. I don't think you're in the position to ask questions, but I guess I can tell you. I'm here to retrieve all of the scientists in here. I'm a freedom fighter. And you.. well, which side are you on?" She quirked a brow. "So, yes, I probably do have a better place to be, but I made a promise to rescue these men from the monstrosities they've created out of their own ignorance and stupidity." She quirked a brow.
"You're not on a side, are you?" She asked, answering her own question. "You don't seem quite insane enough to be one of the mutated mutants, and you certainly don't look like a doctor. I suspect you're working for someone. If that's the case, then i'll pay you double if you help me."
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Post by mordrake on Nov 3, 2014 17:40:07 GMT
Wanda should have learned by now to expect the unexpected, but yet things still seemed to shock her. Such as, for instance, a rather hulking man carrying a body bag as if it were a sack of potatoes. He had been walking behind her, and spoke as though he didn't care what she was doing. Obviously, she stood on her guard, preparing herself for a fight, but instead, she got snark. Lost? Psh. She never got lost. When he told her to find her own way in, it only puzzled her further. For whatever reason, he was able to go in through the front door. This intrigued her more than anything else.
She lifted her hand and made a motion, blurring the building slightly, and switching doors and windows around. The doors were now at the very top of the asylum, and the windows were luckily already covered with bars. There were a couple of doors on each side on the bottom though, but they were formed within the corners, and obviously impossible to open. "Aw..what's wrong? Lost?" she asked with a mock pout. "I could probably help you out if you tell me who you've go in that bag and what you're doing here." Was this one of the genetically altered mutants who turned the facility upside down? Because of this was the calibur of mutant she'd be dealing with, she was going to be a little more timid about it.
"Or else you could start climbing now.. you might make it inside by tomorrow if you get a head start."
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Post by mordrake on Nov 3, 2014 15:57:02 GMT
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Post by mordrake on Nov 3, 2014 14:15:53 GMT
Nothing had been working. Wanda had tried time and time again to track down the man named Erik Lehnsherr, and no matter what she tried to do, everything led her in a circle. The Brotherhood of Mutants... Professor Xavier's school of Gifted Youngsters... these were the factions that she'd heard of, but that still didn't help. In fact, she'd seen a speech on the television made by the leader of the Brotherhood.. his name was Magneto. There'd been whispers about Magneto being one and the same as Erik Lehnsherr, but she had no prroof..and bouncing in on something like that was sure to get her killed.
And so, she did the only thing she could think of doing at that point in her life, and she returnd to Seattle, Washington. She wouldn't stay there, of course..but she felt that if she returned home, that perhaps she'd find something that she had missed. It was far fetched, of course, but it was something at least. She was currently sitting in a coffee shop, watching the rain pour down outside. It was a cool, crisp fall day, and there seemed to be a chill in her spine that she just couldn't shake. It was one of those feelings that people get when something was about to happen. Perhaps something bad, but definitely something life altering.
"Well, Erik," she sighed, staring at a diary that was once her mother's. "I'm beginning to think that you don't really exist. Leave it to me to chase ghosts."
Tag: Magneto
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Post by mordrake on Nov 2, 2014 14:55:47 GMT
Wanda Mordrake, daughter of Erik Lehnsherr - commonly known as Magneto - is not what you'd expect. She has a very checkered and complicated Backstory that she doesn't share with just anyone whom she meets. She's open to plots with anyone from any sort of walk of life. Her curiosity doesn't restrict her from speaking to anyone whether they are human or mutant. Her pride doesn't restrict her from helping anyone either.
This being said, unless you're on Wanda's bad side, she's an easy person to get along with. She doesn't discriminate no matter what the race - although she's slighlty weary of humans. Wanda does what she needs to so that she can survive...whether that be to help homosapiens or mutants, it depends on simply the situation.
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Post by mordrake on Nov 2, 2014 0:27:28 GMT
Character Basics
.:Name of Character:.
Wanda Mordrake
.:Species:.
Mutant
.:Alias:.
The Scarlet Witch
.:Year Born/Timeline:.
1960
.:Affiliation:.
None - Free Agent
Appearance
.:Physical Appearance:.
-Red Hair
-Blue Eyes
-Average Build
-Fair Skin
.:Height:.
5'6"
.:Portrayed by:.
Emma Stone
Personality
.:Personality:.
Wanda has a tendency to have a stubborn attitude and a strong will to go with it. She had to grow up tough because of the powers that she had been born with, and the fact that she had to go through it alone made it that much more of a struggle. This isn't to say that she doesn't have a sense of humor. It defintely has a tendency to peek out when she's feeling uncomfortable. Mostly her humor is sarcastic, and she doesn't care much for slap-stick type comedy. There are some people who have met Wanda that would have a few choice colorful words about her, but it's her way of not getting close. Not letting anyone in. It's safer for her that way, and everyone else, as well.
She's a survivor above all things. It doesn't matter what she has to do to get through life, and to help people in need whether they're humans or mutants. She has always been very much an adult, ever since the passing of her mother. She felt like she had to grow up very quickly, and sometimes she did some very unsavory things just to get through life. Still though, she managed not to turn out incredibly messed up in the head. She luckily managed to keep her head about her, no matter how much she had gone through.
.:Powers/Abilities:.
Wanda's magic stems from mystic energy and can be cast in two different forms.
The ability to throw red beams called Hex's that can shatter walls, and unlock safes. The weakness is on humans. When she throws a Hex at a human, it can slow them down to a point, but it can not harm them to a fatal point.
She also has the ability to alter reality. She can create illusions of other worlds, of people, scenerios that aren't happening, and even the ability to create armies out of thin air. The downfall of such a power, is that she was never trained by anyone skilled in Mystic Energy, so she never fully learned what she was capable of; neither was she ever taught how to completely control it.
History
.:Birthplace:.
Seattle, Washington
.:Family:.
Mother - Anna Beth Mordrake (Deceased)
Father - Erik Lehnsherr
.:Occupation:.
Hired Hand
.:Current Location of Residence:.
Drifter.. wherever the wind takes her
.:History:.
Life had been tough for Wanda since the day she was born. Her mother, who was not a mutant, strived to keep up the illusion that Wanda was normal, just like everyone else. The thing that likely tipped everyone off, was the fact that she was never allowed to go out and play with the other kids. Her mom would tell everyone she had some sort of immunity deficiancy and kept her inside of the house for the first few influential years of her life. Anna Beth Mordrake had hoped that Wanda's abilities to bring toys in to exsistance that she never had, and the power to open locked doors and cabinets, were just a phase.. but unfortunately for Anna Beth, they were not. Once she realized that her child was a mutant for good as Wanda grew older, Anna Beth knew that she had two choices. To either live with her daughter's unnatural presence on the earth, or to put the poor child out of her misery.
There was nothing stronger than a mother's love for her child. Anna Beth had realized that shortly after Wanda turned ten. She couldn't kill her.. she couldn't bring hersel to do it, and so, behind a closed door that Anna Beth locked, forgetting that her sweet girl could open, she killed herself, instead. It was so she didn't have to watch her daughter grow to be mocked. This was a moment that would change Wanda's life forever.
Before her mother died, she left a note inside of Wanda's top dresser. She found it as she was about to be sent off to her first foster home. It mentioned the identity of her real father, and the possibility that he might be like her. Of course, Wanda wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to meet others who had her abilities..after all, it did drive her mother to kill herself. Still though, she kept that note as long as possible.
For too long, in her mind, she was in the system. Getting switched from house to house because she was some sort of freak of nature. When she was thirteen she finally ventured out on her own - meaning, she ran away - and decided that the only person in the world she could really rely on to the end was herself. She didn't do anything like waitressing or something innocent like that to get by. Instead, she did stranger jobs for people. Some needed detective work done, and others needed protection. She did anything she could to help those in need, and to survive on her own.
It wasn't until she was a little older that she decided to go find her father. She had enough money to travel, and enough skill to track him down. What would happen when she got there? Was still up in the air.
Sample Post
Wanda had been following a lead to find her father. Apparently Erik Lehnsherr didn't exsist much anymore. She wasn't stupid, so she didn't give up right away... instead, she started to search out other mutants and ask them questions. They weren't hard to find. Outcasts, degenerates, anyone who was getting kicked out of fancy resturants... some of them with fire shooting out of their pores. Luckily she met one fellow who was willing to talk. 'Magneto,' the mutant told her. 'His name is Magneto, and he is the leader of the Brotherhood.' The mutant never told her an alias. All she knew was that he was really furry and seemed to have an attitude problem. Nothing of her concern, though.
In her hand was a notebook that she used to keep track of all of the information she'd gotten from mutants along the way. The Brotherhood of Mutants and Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Children. Those are the factions she'd discovered so far. Well, at least it was a place to start.. or rather, a couple of places. She'd start with the Brotherhood since the furry man had told her that Erik Lehnsherr now went as Magneto and he was the leader of that particular group. It was worth a try. And without another pause, she was on her way out of the once crappy little hotel room - which she altered to the best of her ability to make livable - and she was off to find any link to her past that she possibly could have. Even if she knew there was a chance that she was making a mistake.
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