This place is weird. Weird with a large helping of unsettling. Trying to make sense of what she thinks she seeing through the windows is proving to be useless, and only making her more paranoid. Those are flickers of beams of lights from flashlights, right? And the tapping, which seems to make her jump back even though she's heard a few by now? (What in the fresh hell is this "Five Nights At Freddy's"-esque bullshit?)
She inhales, then exhales sharply. "Okay, time to go in." The words are spoken under her breath almonst. Don't mind her just quietly hyping herself up to go in. This is definitely the part of the horror movie when the dumbass who does a dumbass thing dies in a dumbass fashion, yeah?
What she finds is ... a lot of dust. Brushing some off a shelf gently still causes her to sneeze — several times. Ah, she can see it now: R.I.P., here lies Wanda, died from sneezing her brains out. At least her sarcastic inner monologue will keep her from dying alone or bored.
After what feels like a decade of sneezing, she finally is able to gather herself, and make her way to the office after prying a door open to get there. The safe catches her attention, especially because it looks like someone was really wanting to get in. Well, now she's curious enough to try to use her powers on it — red wisps turn the dial, but to no result. Other than the result of jack shit.
THE END APPROACHES ⋙
The bulletin board is no less ominous that what she's seen before. Sure, a lot of it looks like your typical community board, but there's the whole fact of what's definitely not just your average red ink. And, you know, the message of "he is coming".
"Well, that's certainly not reassuring." Wanda comments. Anyone nearby should easily hear that. "And who, exactly, is 'he' and what does 'he' want?"
She squints at the messages on the board; none of them seem to have that answer. Either answer.
Wanda Maximoff | Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)
This place is weird. Weird with a large helping of unsettling. Trying to make sense of what she thinks she seeing through the windows is proving to be useless, and only making her more paranoid. Those are flickers of beams of lights from flashlights, right? And the tapping, which seems to make her jump back even though she's heard a few by now? (What in the fresh hell is this "Five Nights At Freddy's"-esque bullshit?)
She inhales, then exhales sharply. "Okay, time to go in." The words are spoken under her breath almonst. Don't mind her just quietly hyping herself up to go in. This is definitely the part of the horror movie when the dumbass who does a dumbass thing dies in a dumbass fashion, yeah?
What she finds is ... a lot of dust. Brushing some off a shelf gently still causes her to sneeze — several times. Ah, she can see it now: R.I.P., here lies Wanda, died from sneezing her brains out. At least her sarcastic inner monologue will keep her from dying alone or bored.
After what feels like a decade of sneezing, she finally is able to gather herself, and make her way to the office after prying a door open to get there. The safe catches her attention, especially because it looks like someone was really wanting to get in. Well, now she's curious enough to try to use her powers on it — red wisps turn the dial, but to no result. Other than the result of jack shit.
THE END APPROACHES ⋙
The bulletin board is no less ominous that what she's seen before. Sure, a lot of it looks like your typical community board, but there's the whole fact of what's definitely not just your average red ink. And, you know, the message of "he is coming".
"Well, that's certainly not reassuring." Wanda comments. Anyone nearby should easily hear that. "And who, exactly, is 'he' and what does 'he' want?"
She squints at the messages on the board; none of them seem to have that answer. Either answer.