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I lost my dad once...because of people hunting him for just wanting to live his life after his accident. You can talk to Natasha if you want but I'm going after him. I'm bringing him home. Not just for me but for my Step-Mom and my baby sister. Becca didn't like bringing up her family but she needed Wanda to understand how dire this was.

And when I do find him, because I will...and I come back and I find out Natasha had anything to do with this? No one will save her from me.

Becca said through clenched teeth, her eyes glowing bright green like Bruce's did just before he started to transform.

Wanda  could  understand  the  eagerness  of  going  after  family.  She  had  lost  all  of  hers,  and  if  she  could,  she  would  go  after  them  incessantly.  But  those,  she  couldn't  bring  back.

"Becca,  I'm  telling  you  I  think  it's  dangerous,  but  if  you  know  you're  gonna  find  your  father,  do  go  after  him.  I  know  I  would  go  after  my  family  if  I  could."  She  holds  Becca's  hands,  trying  to  soften  her  anger.

"But  hold  your  emotions  when  it  comes  to  Natasha.  You  know  she  has  something  going  on  with  your  father,  and  she  would  never  know  he's  in  danger  and  not  tell  anyone  if  she  had  an  idea  where  he  went."  She  tries,  even  though  Rebecca's  feelings  seem  not  to  settle  down.

"I  hope  you  find  him,  I  do.  But  do  be  careful.  You  have  not  the  slightest  idea  of  where  he  could've  gone."

Two years...at least here it had been two years. Turns out time doesn't work the same way on every planet but...that wasn't the point right now. The point was she was back, and things were...tense. She was different now. Physically she looked different. Tan skin, she had a slightly more muscular build. Becca wasn't the same. Her green hair held back with a crown like headband...and a dagger on a belt at each hip.

Wanda  listens  to  someone  call  her  name  on  her  south.  She  turns  and  looks.  Its  Becca,  Bruce's  daughter.  She  hasn't  heard  of  her  for  ages,  literally,  since  Becca  left  after  her  father.

Rebecca  encounters  Wanda  at  her  worst.  Dealing  with  the  loss  of  Vision,  her  children,  the  whole  Westview  ordeal,  dwelling  in  the  Darkhold,  chasing  power.  Just  as  Becca  was  different,  so  was  Wanda.  Wanda  was  now  leaning  more  evil  than  before,  and  of  that  she  knew.  She  knew  she  wasn't  good  for  being  friends  with  anyone  at  that  moment,  she  would  most  likely  disappoint  them,  or  worst,  get  them  in  danger.

"Rebecca."  Wanda  greeted  her,  softly.  "You're  back.  I  wasn't  expecting  to  see  you  here,  in  fact,  anyone."  She  looks  down,  her  expression  leans  to  sadness.  The  weight  of  evilness  comes  with  the  soft  but  heavy  veil  of  solitude.

"I  should  warn  you,  I'm  not  the  same  Wanda  you  met  years  ago.  You  should  keep  your  distance.  It's  better  this  way."  Wanda  was  deep  down  hoping  Rebecca  would  disregard  her  warnings  and  get  closer,  help.  That's  all  Wanda  needed  and  nobody  showed  up  with  friendly  intent,  for  a  long  time.

Technically I took this class my freshman year but with fast tracking my Doctorate I needed to take it for touch up to work on my thesis. So if you ever get stuck, I'd be happy to help. Becca offered as she shouldered her backpack, gesturing for Eve to lead the way.

Eve  put  her  backpack  on  her  back  as  she  smiled  at  Becca.  She  didn't  want  to  seem  overly  excited  but  having  a  senior  help  her  would  be  incredible  for  her  development,  not  to  count  she  would  be  able  to  get  hints  here  and  there  from  Becca's  thoughts,  &&  not  to  count  that  she'd  have  a  pretty  looking  classmate  to  work  with.

Eve  leads  the  way,  she  starts  walking  slowly  towards  the  hallway.  "It's  gonna  be  so  much  help,  it's  still  one  of  my  first  classes...  I'm  learning  so  much  in  the  past  few  months,  but  I  struggle  a  bit  with  complex  chemistry."

When  they  got  to  the  door,  Eve  opened  it  and  let  Becca  go  in  first,  as  a  gentle  gesture.  Eve  followed,  trying  to  find  a  desk  they  both  could  sit  together.  "There!"  She  exclaims  to  Becca,  hoping  they  would  be  together  during  class.  "I  wanna  sit  next  to  you,  c'mon!"

⸻ ⛧ 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 the story of evil spirits. Whether they were mystical or physical did matter, but it would seem that she was relatively desperate one way or another. He could work with a generic protection crystal. If any piece of kyber could ever be considered generic. Looking behind him, he confirms with his eyes that he did still have a couple in stock. A Seeker would do just fine, & it was likely more budget-friendly than what someone else might want to use it for.

❝ I have this. ❞ Slowly standing, & slipping his arm out from her hold, he reaches up to pull a necklace from where it sat on display. The band was of a reinforced metal alloy, generally unbreakable to prevent theft. Sunken into a casing was a light pink crystal of a size slightly larger than what might be considered dainty. Letting it rest against his palm, he shows her but is sure to keep a firm grip on it should she try to snatch it away. ❝ This should help you be sensitive to what might go on around you. The price is eighteen thousand, birthday girl. ❞

Eyes rake over her, not because he was willing to give in to her dramaticisms but in an attempt to gauge whether she could really afford it. Maybe she was spoiled. Perhaps she had money, though this was where many would leave rather defeated. Kyber, after all, was not cheap regardless of what it was used for. ❝ Do you have it? ❞ he asks with doubt.

The  piece  was  bright  and  shiny  on  his  hand,  beautiful,  and  she  wanted  to  have  it.  As  she  was  instructed  to  do,  and  also  as  a  little  gift  for  herself.  She  just  loves  pink  sparkly  things.

"This  is  beautiful,  Casimir."  She  leans  forward  to  observe  the  piece,  as  he  sets  the  price.  "Eighteen  thousand?  That's  a  little  much..."  She  complains,  not  that  she  didn't  have  the  money,  but  she  didn't  want  to  spend  all  her  credits.  The  Black  Sun  wasn't  reimbursing  her  for  the  deal,  so  she  might  as  well  get  it  cheaper.

"I'll  do  seventeen  and  you  give  me  a  henna  tattoo  for  my  birthday."  She  tries  to  settle  the  deal,  though,  as  money  hungry  as  Casimir  seems  by  his  price  tag,  it  would  be  a  close  call.

"Deal?"

once they make it inside her brows briefly twitched at his comment , it was almost enough to arouse her suspicions. but that was the trouble with letting a man into your apartment , all of them had to potential to kill you. although kana hardly worried much about it , considering she always tended to be the bigger threat. what they had in strength she easily made up for in skill.

they hardly make it out of the hall before he's asking her for directions the bathroom , to which she gladly advises. in the mean time she makes her way to the living room , silver hues gracing the rottweiler curled up on the large pet bed beside the tv unit. his tail wagging lazily , as she signals him to stay put instead of greeting her.

by the time nolan returns , she was in the open-plan kitchen , overlooking the living space with his glass in hand. “ not yet , ” she confirms playfully as she moves to meet him , handing over the glass of scotch. “ but i wouldn't hate hearing you say it again~ ” her gaze lingers on him , like she were testing him. part of her was curious to see how far he would go without her prompting him first.

"I  could  say  you  look  even  better  than  when  we  last  met..."  He  picks  up  the  glass  of  scotch  from  her  hands,  slowly,  letting  their  fingers  linger  in  touch.  He  takes  a  look  down  her  body,  wanting  to  appreciate  his  prey.

He  stays  still  in  his  position  after  picking  up  the  glass,  not  backing  up  from  her  presence.  "I  live  on  14th,  close  to  the  park."  A  small  silence  between  them  takes  place  while  he  decides  where  to  go  next.

"And  you..."  He  gets  closer,  his  hands  now  begin  to  reach  for  Kana's  back.  "You  are  living  inside  my  mind  ever  since  our  last  kiss..."  That  wasn't  true.  Kana  had  been  but  a  fling  to  Nolan,  as  all  of  them  are.  But  maybe  that  would  work  in  his  advantage,  to  play  with  her  heart.  For  him,  the  end  justifies  the  means.  And,  as  of  now,  he  was  ready  to  play  with  his  catch.

Keeping a low profile was hard when one had the genes of a de Clermont. With her father having been described to look as a greek god and her mother looking like a runway model, it was hard not to draw attention to her. Still, Isabella tried to go unnoticed.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the thorough work of the police. But there was no turning back. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her black coat, she took a look around, looking for anything unusual. She tried to make out any scents but she was unsuccessful, she needed to get closer.

Seeing a man at work, right where the murder must have happened, Isabella accepted that this was where she had to go – and that she would need to lie.

With the hint of a smile, she approached him. “And yet here I am,” she replied a little playfully. “I only have a few questions for you.” She took a quick look at the ground where the crime had happened. 

Nolan  was  skeptical  about  this  woman,  she  appeared  out  of  nowhere  to  a  crime  scene,  and  now  is  asking  questions?  That's  what  cocky  murderers  do  to  show  off.  Although,  she  really  did  not  look  like  a  killer,  Nolan  would  notice.  She  looked  more  like  she  knew  something  about  it,  but  wasn't  really  connected  to  the  murder  itself.

"Are  you  FBI?  The  news?"  He  can't  help  but  look  up  and  down  the  woman,  admiring  her  beautiful  form.  Even  on  the  job,  his  gauge  for  available  women  was  always  on  track.  Maybe  he  could  catch  this  one.

"I'm  sorry,  lady,  we  can't  discuss  any  details  with  onlookers,  but  if  you  tell  me  who  you  are,  I'm  sure  we  can  figure  something  out.  All  I  have  to  tell  you  is  that  it's  gruesome  in  there,  I  would  not  suggest  you  come  any  closer."  He  tried  to  make  her  safe  from  the  horrifying  sight.

⸻ ⛧ 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘊𝘒𝘠 & 𝘍𝘜𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 pride. It is, technically, the makings of an apprentice of the Dark Side. Yet, she cannot forget her place. This much he is to be sure of. Seeing her in person, he can he better assess the Force within her... whether it was strong or true. He cannot deny that it was not there, but that does not mean she was worthy despite the long way in which she had come.

❝ Space travel is not something to boast about here. ❞ Ren was more than well versed in piloting. ( in addition to all the pilots and mechanics throughout the galaxy ) He tested the finest vessels in the First Order & created his own schematics for his own TIEs, most of which never made it out of the prototype phase due to his constant tweaking. Though, of course, traveling between galaxies could be warranted some praise, but Wanda had not yet earned it.

Raising a gloved hand in gesture towards the ruins of what use to be a large fortress that once served as a lava dam, ❝ This was once the fortress of my predecessor. One so strong in the Force he had been believed to be the Chosen One, destined to bring balance in one way or another. His empire fell thirty standard years ago. Yet it seems this planet has been healing since then. Still, the dark side is strong here. Do you feel it? ❞

Ren has never been one for pleasantries. He was ready to cut to the chase & to begin. After all, this was not necessarily priority. But the teachings of the Dark Side were meanet to live on. Reserved only for those worthy of it.

She  was  seeking  on  Ren,  answers  of  her  own.  What  was  her  connection  to  the  Force,  which  she  definitely  feels  there.  Her  powers  are  easier  to  use,  to  control,  she  felt  it  just  by  flying  over  to  Ren.

“But  I  didn't  mean  the  travel,  honestly,  that  thing  works  on  it's  own.”  She  points  to  the  Guardian's  ship."My  boasting  was  about  my  flight,  did  you  not  see?"  She  looks  down,  as  if  showing  him  what  she  did,  with  slow  but  expressive  movement  of  her  hands,  pointing  to  the  ground  she  was  barely  touching.

"I  definitely  feel  my  powers  stronger  here.  I  can  do  this..."  Wanda  mentally  lifts  a  few  rocks  from  the  earth,  making  them  circle  around  her  face,  doing  hand  movements  to  guide  the  stones.  "And  this  is  like  nothing  to  me."  She  released  the  stones  and  they  fell  back  on  the  ground.

"Though  I  assume  theres  much,  much  more  for  me  to  learn.  I  feel  like  the  Force  mingles  with  my  magick  and  I  feel  stronger  than  how  I  feel  in  my  own  planet.  I  don't  know  how  this  works  yet,  but  I'm  here  to  learn  everything."  She  put  her  hands  to  the  front,  closing  them  as  someone  who  closes  an  argument,  to  let  Kylo  know  she  was  there  to  listen,  she  was  not  there  to  show  off  —  though  she  wanted  to  make  Kylo  understand  she  was  not  weak  with  the  Force,  she  has  it  in  her,  she  just  doesn't  know  how  to  use  it  to  it's  fullest  potential.

I like coffee too but my body processes caffeine differently than most people so it doesn't really do much for me so I'd rather drink for the taste if that makes sense...

When Eve began to pack up Becca looked up at her, mind still working through formulas as she spoke. Oh um...me too...actually do you...I could...walk with you... She offered, stammering as she began closing her books and gathering up her notes and pens. I mean, if you want...

Eve opened up a big smile when she hears Becca will be taking the same class as her. She got up from the chair, putting it back in place under the desk. "I... Yess, of course!" She sounds excited, smiling ear to ear. "It'll be so nice."

She waits for Becca to pick up her things to head to class.

When Eve noticed her notesBecca nodded, giving a nervous smile as she held up one of her books. Yeah, um Analytical Chem with Prof. Kirkland, do you know her? She's brutal. A laugh, Kirkland wasn't that bad but she had a reputation.

My favorite thing...oh actually I keep it pretty simple. An iced Matcha, two pumps of strawberry syrup and almond milk.

Eve  searches  in  Becca's  minds  for  thoughts,  anything  that  would  give  away  how  she  felt  about  Eve  yet.  Becca  didn't  notice  she  was  being  flirted  on,  all  she  thought  was  "...do  I  have  time  for  a  Matcha  before  class  tonight?"  Which  made  Eve  back  away.  "I  just  take  black  coffee,  I  need  the  caffeine."  She  looks  back  at  her  notes  and  continues  to  study  quietly  besides  Becca.

That  went  on  for  a  while,  a  quiet  space  between  chaos  around  them.  Eve  took  hints  from  Becca's  thoughts  as  she  studied,  things  she  knew  and  learned,  it  was  pleasant  being  around  her  and  filtering  through  so  much  knowledge.

Eve  finishes  her  work  for  the  morning  and  closes  her  notebook,  packs  her  pens  away  and  puts  everything  back  in  her  backpack.  "I  need  to  go  to  Organic  Chemistry  in  about  15  minutes,  I  better  get  going.  It  was  really  nice  meeting  you,  Becca."

⸻ ⛧ 𝘐𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘌. 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘕𝘕𝘈 would eventually fade. Though Casimir doubts that hounds would truly come searching for her in the city of Worlport. Unless, of course, she joined a fighting ring & if he was being honest, she didn't look much like a fighter.

When she reached to grasp his arm, he grows a little stiff in uncertainty. She was just another dramatic client, yet something felt off about it. It is not difficult to tell whether or not someone was lying, & this seemed to have the stench of it. If she wanted kyber, why lie about it? Why paint this lousy story about demon hounds? Perhaps she did not want to tell him the real reason. That, at least, he can understand. ❝ Well, dear Clarissa, why didn't you just say so? ❞ Casimir also doubts that Clarissa was even her name.

❝ If you're worried about me keeping records, don't. Your secret is safe with me. ❞ Though, perhaps, if he was literate he likely would keep more formal records. But his brain mixed up the Aurebesh and he can hardly read his own Nythran writing anyhow. ❝ Now, be honest. Do you actually need kyber for protection or something else? Each crystal carries different properties, in case you didn't know. And they most certainly do not cost a meager two hundred credits. ❞

Therefore, it might only come down to the budget.

The  words  would  started  to  fade  from  Jade's  mouth,  she  didn't  know  what  to  say  anymore.  Her  abilities  were  to  hide  in  plain  sight,  not  to  fool  a  psychic.  She  may  have  underestimated  the  mission,  but  she  was  still  in  it  to  win.

"I  have  to  be  honest,  I'm  not  very  versed  into  what  kind  of  kyber  does  what,  but  I  was  told  to  come  here  and  look.  Perhaps  you'd  have  a  necklace  that  would  ward  off  evil  spirits,  I  really  don't  know."

She  stops  for  a  minute,  when  he  talks  about  credits.  "Oh,  you  dont  have  to  worry  about  that.  I  can  pay  whatever  you  need.  My  life  is  on  the  line  right  here."

She  rests  her  case,  hoping  she  wouldn't  get  caught.  She  didn't  want  this  mission  to  escalate  and  turn  into  unneccessary  fighting,  she  hoped  her  charms  would  be  enough.  But  Casimir  showed  signs  of  being  skeptical  about  Jade...  Clarissa,  for  him.