3464/Seeing People, Not Powers

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Seeing People, Not Powers
Date of Scene: 20 September 2020
Location: Avengers Mansion - Second Floor
Synopsis: Wanda and Hyperion chat about powers and being seen as people as they try to get 'Mark' settled into what this Earth is like.
Cast of Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Hyperion




Wanda Maximoff has posed:
It's after lunch when Wanda's found herself in the great room of the Avengers Mansion. In comfortable leggings and a long t-shirt, she's at ease curled up in one of the leather chairs near the fireplace with her legs tucked under her, a small book of open in her hands, though her gaze is mostly on just watching the fire. Near her, a guitar rests against the side of her chair, perhaps an indication that she'd been playing prior.

Her expression seems passive, but thoughtful, but she's chosen to settle herself out in the great room rather than somewhere else--an openness to company for the moment.

Hyperion has posed:
    "Thank you." comes the somber and resonant voice of Hyperion as he steps out of the medical lab. "If you need me, I will be available for whatever you may need."
    That said, he pulls the door shut... grimacing as the doorknob comes off in his hand.
    He just looks down at the item in his hand and sighs. The amount of ambient energy for his body to absorb is far more concentrated in this universe, and he is stronger than he is used to being. Which means he will need to re-learn how to control that strength, "Sorry." he calls through the door before setting the item down on the floor and turning to head into the great room.

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda looks up from her book, watching and listening for a moment before she turns the book over on the arm of the chair to keep her place. Her eyes come to rest on Hyperion once he's in view and she gives a nod in his direction accompanied by a compassionate smile.

"I imagine this is difficult for you, adjusting to new surroundings and circumstances. If I can help at all, let me know."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Difficult... difficult is not knowing my way around this building." offers Hyperion as he shakes his head. "I did not even know that alternate universes... or is it universii?... existed." He smirks a bit ruefully. "Not knowing my own strength is an annoyance that I have dealt with once before. I will just have to relearn the lessons of my past."
    And then he approaches to glance downward. "But yes, it -is- difficult being away from my friends and family. Not knowing if they survived the event that brought me here. Not knowing anyone in this world... and no way home." A pause before he forces a smile and asks, "Good book?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"I think there is a lot we still do not know about what is out there," Wanda replies, though the smile's still present. "There are still avenues and things to pursue to find out everything that has happened. Things take time." It's a peaceful but hopeful assurance. When he mentions the book, she nods down towards it.

"Poetry. I find it is soothing to reflect on the ways different people view the same object or concept. The way I see an apple may be different from the way you see it, even if it is the same apple."

Hyperion has posed:
    Nodding his head, Hyperion pauses. He begins to offer a hand, then thinks better of it. "My name is Mark, if that helps any. I am not sure if you told me your name last night, but I was a bit... jumbled, as you can likely imagine. But tell me.... is it true that my power was used to attack you and yours?" he asks, his voice getting a bit softer, "If that is true, then I have much to atone for."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda nods a bit. "Mark. It is good to have a name to call you. I imagine a lot of that was a bit of a blur after what happened. I am Wanda, though out there I'm more known as the Scarlet Witch." She shifts in the chair a little, readjusting to make herself more comfortable.

His mention of atonement gets her to shake her head. "While it is true that you were used as a source of power for these weapons, it was not your intention to harm anyone. They are at fault, not you. Though I can understand the feeling of needing to make ammends for something like that."

Hyperion has posed:
    "One thing that I have learned over the years is the law of unintended consequences. Intended or not, I was a weapon." says Hyperion... er... Mark as he moves over and gestures, "May I join you?" he asks.
    Assuming he is given leave to sit, he does so. Sweeping his cape to the side in a habit that is as much muscle memory and reflex as anything else. He's obviously learned some basic lessons over time before coming here.
    "So, poetry?" he asks, "I wonder if the same poets existed in my world. Myself... I am less of a reader and poet, more of an artist."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
There's a small knowing smile. "I understand that," Wanda replies, though she doesn't pursue that line of thought. She nods for him to sit, glancing at the book again. "Perhaps so. It would be interesting to see what similarities and differences there are between your world and this one." She sits up a bit as he mentions art.

"An artist? Do you paint or perhaps draw? I can find something for you to use, if you'd find it stress relieving to do some of that for a while."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Believe it or not... I am a cartoonist." offers Hyperion with a bit of a smirk of his own. "And I would love to do some drawing. It is one of my ways to clear my head. Though.. it might be best to get me a titanium mechanical pencil for now." he offers with a chuckle as he leans back.
    "And perhaps we -should- compare notes. I just know that without me, assuming they are alive, my team is going to have difficulties. But.. they -are- the Squadron Supreme. They will adapt."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"A cartoonist?" Wanda seems amused by the idea. "I imagine that is a good way to relieve stress. I will see what I can do about getting you some supplies to use while you are sorting things out. I know I'm lost without some way to focus myself, so I can understand a desire for something of the same."

She does nod, slowly. "I imagine they are also worried for the loss of a friend. Regardless of the strength of abilities and the strength of will, it is never an easy thing to lose a teammate."

Hyperion has posed:
    Grinning, Hyperion shrugs his shoulders, "I have always been good at capturing what I see with my hands. Some people have the eye for camera work. I am good at turning what I see into something a bit less... realistic. IT has proven helpful in the Squadron's PR work for sure."
    "So, Witch. You perform magic? Or is that just a name attached because what you do -seems- magical?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's lips curve into an amused smile. "Witch is an accurate term, I would say. Some of it is traditional magic, certainly. That's not all there is, though. Some of it is something else entirely." She tilts her head a little as she studies him.

"But first and foremost, I am just Wanda."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Well, of all of your team. The.. Avengers you call yourselves?" Hyperion begins, "I will be sure to keep on -your- good side. I have noticed that most physical damage is at most, an annoyance to me. But magic on the other hand..." He exaggerates a cringe as he says, "Is just about the only thing I fear."
    But then he shrugs his shoulders and un-cringes, "In all seriousness yes, I worry that they will think I am dead. Though... they have through hard won experience, learned to expect me to survive almost anything."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
There's a small laugh, and Wanda shakes her head. "I believe you would have to do a lot to get on my bad side." She does, however, lose a bit of her smile at the thought of being feared... that seems to have hit a bit of a nerve. She lets out a breath and follows through with the mention of his team instead.

"Perhaps they will, though there's little to be done about that. If we cannot find a way to return you initially, perhaps something can be done about sending a message. If I were in your shoes, if I were never to get home... letting them know I was okay would be enough. Even if I wasn't."

Hyperion has posed:
    And it's not like Hyperion doesn't notice things. His senses are cray cray. "It is not -you- that I fear." he adds, "It is magic in general, whomever wields it. Please do not think that I meant that as a personal comment."
    A pause, and then he nods, "It would be enough to let them know I am well, yes. It is more than I could actually expect. But perhaps it could be done with some of your power? Mine is fairly straightforward and direct... and does nothing to find other realms."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda offers him a smile again. "I can understand that. I am just used to there being times when others do not think of me as more than what I wield. I can only assure you that you have nothing to fear from me any more than I fear from you." She does seem to take his suggestion into consideration.

"I am not certain. Perhaps I can look into it. When we first found you, it was apparent to me that your energy is different than anything around here. You /feel/ as if you do not belong here." She pauses, then adds with a hint of amusement. "In an energy related way, not on a personal level." She does continue. "I am not certain that I could find it on my own. Perhaps a combination of technology and magic could yield better results."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Believe me. I completely understand what it is to be looked at as nothing but the feet that carry my powers around." A sigh is given and he shrugs, "There are far fewer powered individuals in my world. The Squadron, containing four of them, is an unusual thing. But here, you have so many. For my world, the awe given to a powered is... intimidating. When you basically represent to the masses.. what being powered means, it can be difficult to separate yourself from your powers. I hope that here, I am able to do so."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Oh, there is certainly no lack of awe given to those in the Avengers." Wanda glances over at him. "I believe there are action figures, thanks to Tony. I try not to think too hard about it. We are very public figures, which can make it hard for people to look at us as people and not as something else entirely."

She glances briefly towards the fireplace before she looks back at him. "But in the end we are all still people first, even if our powers are a piece of who we are."

Hyperion has posed:
    "When I was younger, I viewed my powers as how I identified myself. But with time, and maturity, and the friendships that I formed... I learned that -who- a person is... is far more important than what they are or what they can do."
    Shaking his head, Hyperion shrugs, "Perhaps I can be of use to your Avengers while I am here. I do not wish to presume that you would have a stranger join your ranks. But if I -can- help... you have but to ask."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's eyes glance into the fire thoughtfully. "I was reminded very often when I was younger of my powers. It has been a very long road, and I feel that I am often trying to remind myself more than others of who I am at times. It is easy to be distracted by the differences we have from others." She glances back.

"The world is always in need of people to help. And I am certain that all of the Avengers are grateful to have an ally." She pauses for a moment. "It might do you some good to wander a city for a while, just to see what might be different. I have a hunch it might be a while before any progress may be made to returning you to where you came from. It might be good to adjust."

There's a small smile. "Here, you have a chance to start fresh. No one knows you for who you were, or for your abilities. Relish in the chance to establish things on your terms... it is certainly a rare opportunity."

Hyperion has posed:
    "Perhaps I should acquire some street clothing. Everything I own, I am wearing." offers Hyperion. "I have no currency. I feel like I should be getting in line at a soup kitchen." A pause and he inclines his head, "That is what they are called here too, yes?" But he shakes his head, "Though, I have not needed food for as long as I can remember. The energy sustains me. I still -do- enjoy a good burger from time to time though."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"Yes, I imagine that would certainly be a problem," Wanda says with a laugh. "I am certain we can supply you with some money for some clothes and a good burger." She seems thoughtful. "It may perhaps be good to look through some newspapers to have a feel for what the world is like outside of here. And yes, they are soup kitchens. It is good that, at least, some things remain the same."

Hyperion has posed:
    Nodding, Hyperion smirks a bit, "Newspapers. They were starting to wane on my world. Digital news media growing in popularity. But.. I miss having a paper in my hand. Perhaps that is because I was the cartoonist for the Times." A pause, and then his eyes go wide, "Oh.... my coworkers will wonder."
    Then he shakes his head, "Nothing to be done for it. One can only move forward, yes?"

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
"I am afraid that it is much the same here as well, but I do think it is easier to pick up a newspaper than to pick up a piece of technology from another world and expect to know how to use it well." Wanda smiles broadly, pushing herself carefully to her feet.

She scoops up the book, then reaches for the guitar. "So I suppose I shall find you a copy of the Times, some money, and perhaps something to draw with. I think that is certainly a good start moving forward. Perhaps you should offer your talents to the Times."

Hyperion has posed:
    Inclining his head, Hyperion smiles as he gets up along with Wanda. It seems good manners cross universal boundaries. "Well, I have no way to repay you... yet. But your kindness will be remembered and returned when I am able to." he offers.
    "Perhaps I will go for a flight now, and see this city of yours. The Squadron was based in Pittsburgh, so I am afraid I know little about New York City."

Wanda Maximoff has posed:
Wanda's smile reaches her eyes. "I am not kind with the intent of ever being repaid for it. It is a gift. If you want to repay the kindness, then extend it to someone else as well." She nods in his direction. "Good luck, Mark. I am certain you will do well here, given time. New York can be a lovely place. Enjoy your explorations."

With a half wave of her fingers around the book and the guitar she's holding, Wanda retreats in the direction of her room.

Hyperion has posed:
    Huh. Guitar. I wonder if they have banjos here. ... with that thought, Hyperion floats out of the base and into the New York Sky.