"No." She said flatly. "That isn’t the reason at all."
Betsy understood her hostility. She knew well enough what it was like to have someone invade something so private. Perhaps Wanda did not care about the telepath’s predicament, but judging from her reaction it seemed that she had bad history with another psychic. Whatever happened between them must have left scars that hadn’t quite healed. “I see…” Elizabeth mused aloud. She moved her hands to the empty teacup in front of her, clutching it gently.
That grip seemed to tighten as she listened to Wanda describe what it was like to have Betsy in her mind. Psylocke frowned, her ego newly bruised by the other female’s words. “That terrible, am I?” She asked. Her abilities were far from perfect, but the former assassin was sure that she was a lot more skilled when it came to listening in. “I am hiding from from people who are as ruthless as your leader. And I run to those you would call enemies.”
There was a barely-there narrowing of her eyes when the woman seemed almost wounded by the teen’s words and it reminded her that, like herself, perhaps many judged the other based solely on her abilities. There was no way Wanda could have known about Betsy’s past other than what she was able to observe like any other - the accent of her voice, the distant nature of the way she carried herself and the venom dripping from her tones at the mere mention of Erik, he tended to have that affect on most. “It’s a trespass, is what I mean. You wouldn’t want someone wandering around in your mind especially if it wasn’t a very nice place to be even for the individual.” Wanda’s eyes noted the idle touch of the teacup and she watched it long enough to warp the reality of it, infusing it with magenta energy and making it turn into a pure white kitten with the same designs in it’s fur that the teacup had painted onto it. “I don’t believe it’s us who would call them enemies. Delusional, reclusive and naive but not enemies, at least not in my case.” A light shrug was offered. Wanda felt differently about the world she existed in than the beliefs of Charles and his like-minded followers but she wasn’t nearly as hateful as her father. Lightly shaking her head as these thoughts wandered through her mind. “Besides…” Trailing off a bit as the kitten returned to being just a teacup. “Assuming we’re all alike is what the humans do and I don’t intend on holding any similiarities to that sort of ignorance.” The words almost thoughtful as she looked back over to the woman.
❝Well, that’s boring.❞ Regan let out a sigh of vague annoyance,
head tipping back with aggravation. ❝What else are we supposed
to do around here?❞
"You’re right, it’s not the most invigorating thing to do but drawing unwanted attention to ourselves also isn’t something that we want." Wanda had learned that lesson somewhat the hard way.
❝Mmmm, yeah. So is this place always such a bore,
like, seriously, there’s nothing to do. So, what do
you say that we go out, and destroy something,
The sound of the voice caused the brunette to turn and tilt her head ever-so slightly as if she were a curious kitten of sorts. “No.” She began in her usual deadpan tones. “Refrain from doing any of…” Looking the girl over curiously before tilting her head in the opposite direction. “… that.”
Lorna was sitting in a cafe in the city, sipping at her coffee as she looked out the window. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the rush of New York. She had grown up in a small town in the midwest, needless to say, the city life was something of unfamiliar to her. Taking a bit of her doughnut, she looked around the small place for a moment. It was quaint. A respite from the bustle on the street. Of course, she still got a few surprised looks because of the green hair, but if you were going to go out in public with green hair, that was something you got used to. Despite all that, she quite liked the general calmness of it all. Looks were deceiving though, and as her eyes settled on a dark haired girl, Lorna started to panic a little bit. She recognized the girl right away. It was Wanda. Her alleged half-sister. She wasn’t really the person she had wanted to see right now — or anytime really. Bringing the doughnut up to her mouth, she swallowed the last few bites of it, eager to leave. Looking up again, she found that Wanda had already set eyes her.
Lorna blinked a few times before looking away and sighing. She mumbled to herself, “Covert ops are my specialty too.”
Like so many others who existed on the ‘other side’ of her own she only knew of Lorna by reputation and what Pietro had told her about their - sister? It had always been a very small family that they called their own and while it was never perfect it was theirs and so when she heard of another existing out there she was unwilling to stand idly by. Of course, she hadn’t been following the other but this little cafe tucked away from the constant unnerving bustle of the city right outside it’s doors had become one of her favorite places although it was a long way from where she was expected to be - New York definitely wasn’t Canada. The tones in the girl’s voice caused Wanda to flinch a bit before she came to sit across from the girl with the uniquely-beautiful hair, Wanda loved things that most would deem different. Bringing a knee to her chest as she rested her chin against it before the softness of her voice was found. “I wasn’t following you. I thought about it when Pietro told me about you but…” Trailing off for a thoughtful moment. She hadn’t wanted her first encounter with Lorna to be laced with ill intentions. “I just wanted to see you even if it was only once.”
Betsy swallowed hard once she heard the other woman’s remark. How could she have known? Instinctively, her entire body tensed in preparation for any sign of retaliation on Wanda’s end. She was quite calm, but Elizabeth knew better than most that appearances could be deceiving. It would be problematic if things got messy, especially since they were in a public place. She could only imagine the news reports and worst of all, it would have been all her fault for eavesdropping.
The Brotherhood member rose from her seat and came over Betsy. Her movements were casual, but Psylocke still remained tense. Things were different now that Wanda knew of Betsy’s intrusion.
"Forgive me for listening in, but there are people looking for me. I have to stay sharp." Slender digits wrapped around her cup before it met her lips. "So, how did you know I was eavesdropping? You ever run into a telepath before?"
Wanda had learned her lesson about making a scene and splashing her abilities about in public after the incident at the Xavier Mansion but it wasn’t the injuries she sustained or even Erik’s glares that staved her from repeating the offense - it was Pietro’s unrelenting disappointment in her. She never wanted to see that look in her brother’s eyes again even if that meant swallowing back how she felt about another mutant traipsing around in her mind. “Are people looking for you because you’re trespassing in the minds of other’s?” Wanda’s tones were a bit more biting than she had intended them to be and it caused her to glanced down at her hands for a moment. “You could say I know one by reputation alone…” She meant Charles, Erik had warned her about him but she had never personally encountered him. “How could I tell? Well, other than your stare it felt as though someone were stomping around in an attic except the attic happens to be my head. So…” Looking back over at the woman. “Who are you running from and who are you running to?” This wasn’t about sides, no, this was simply about speaking with someone who was like herself.
"Oh wow…" Frej inched back in amazement." He had never heard of such a power, in fact, he never knew such a power existed. Being on opposite sides (although not on opposite sides of spectrum) Frej wondered if she had the power to simply kill him there and then. "How does that work exactly?" He leaned in, authentically interested. "Oh me? Nothing compared to that. Think of it as limited mind control. I can manipulate the pheromones in others." He plastered on a smile.
A slow yet brightened smile caressed her features in ways it never really had before when a faint giggle escaped from her as well at the mention of what he was capable of doing. “Ah, so like, a bit of Aphrodite in you.” Wanda had studied mythology because before she understood what she was and what she could do the Gods were the closest thing she could compare herself and her brother to so she wouldn’t feel like such a freak. Chewing her bottom lip for a moment she lifted one of her hands as bright magenta energy swirled around it but light enough no one would notice. Waving her hand across his it turned his skin into a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colors. “I just think it, concentrate on what I want to be changed and it just… happens.” The colors reflected in her eyes before she looked back over to him.
As brave as Elizabeth had grown to be, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with lingering outside of the Institute. Behind the school’s walls she liked to think that she was safe from The Hand. They seemed to back off when the X-Men took her in, but what if they still had eyes watching her? Each time Betsy went into the city, it felt as though she immersed herself inside of an ocean teaming with sharks. At any moment, her enemy could emerge from the depths and drag her away forever. She would not let that happen. Elizabeth Braddock would not allow herself to be someone’s puppet ever again.
Because of her paranoia, the telepath would temporarily lift her vow against invading the minds of strangers when in public. She used just enough power to eavesdrop on a couple people at a time, any more effort and her trademark butterfly aura would manifest around her face. Even now, as she sat outside of a local cafe, Elizabeth listened in on various internal conversations. Including that of the brunette seated not too far from her. As if the other woman felt the intrusion, her dark eyes locked onto Betsy’s.
"Afternoon." She said, breaking the silence. From what she picked up, this girl was with the Brotherhood and therefore an enemy of the X-Men. But she also knew that the fellow mutant was having second thoughts of her position. Everything within her yearned to act as she was taught to do, which was to destroy. She could have shut down the girl’s mind without anyone noticing, but that wasn’t the X-Men’s way. Perhaps she could change Wanda’s mind and make her an ally instead of a foe.
Calmly shifting the mug in front of her a few inches away and watching something as simplistic as that as if it were some great wonder of the world. Quirking a brow as she finally found her voice with her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses but they weren’t regarding the woman the way her voice was. “You know, it’s terribly rude to trespass within someone’s mind.” There were a great number of things she could have done as retaliation including inspiring the woman to walk into bustling city traffic but that was the sort of thing Wanda was trying to change about herself. Beneath all that power, beneath all that fear she was just a frightened child barely nineteen years old. Getting up from the table but not making any movements to seem threatening as she walked over to the woman before sitting across from her. Bracing her elbows atop the table and resting her chin into her hands. “Afternoon…” She replied in passing despite what she had first said.
"It is indeed." Frej turned to her and genuinely smiled, happy to know there is someone else to know how he feels. It was strange… Slightly identifying with someone who was supposed to be the root of all evil. However he almost felt a certain tranquility and safety in her company, aware that she had the power to destroy him regardless of his ‘limited mind control’. "Oh really?" He grinned. "Why thank- you Wanda. I like my name too, to be honest." He joked and fumbled with his black shades in his fingers. When Wanda’s attitude changed, Frej felt an aura of vulnerabilities around her. "Well what can you do?" He asked.
When he smiled at her she couldn’t help but offer a tentative smile in return, daring to and allowing herself to relax just a sliver around him. The smile was faint, tiny even but it was there and it wasn’t often that she found reasons to smile especially lately. It felt as though lately all she was allowed or inspired to feel was hatred, heartache and anger. Being angry at the world wasn’t going to change it no matter what Erik said. Tilting her head gently when he asked what she could do which inspired a light giggle to escape from her. “What I cannot do would be a shorter list but… My mutation allows me to manipulate and alter reality. If I want it to be, it will be. What about you?”
"Exactly. Humans are just… Weird. Its unusual thinking I once identified myself as a human." Frej chuckled. "But you’re right, they do suppress what they’re afraid of. What’s your name anyway? I’m Frej- its Swedish." He let out his hand for a handshake. "I need them because I’m on my own really. Yeah, I do have allies within the government, but I don’t really speak to them outside of base and I don’t really have anything in common with any of them either. They give me what they promise, wealth and security." Frej shrugged it off again and turned to Wanda. He saw how she chewed her bottom lip and wondered if he had something wrong. She seemed out of it anyway, so she could have very well just remembered something. Frej breathed in, feeling a lot more relaxed. "Does it really though? I mean it can, but you can also lose control, don’t you think?"
"It must get awfully…" The reason she trailed off wasn’t because she was attempting to find the right word but rather that she truly felt the word she was about to say. "… lonely." A faint smile just barely tugging at the corner of her plush tiers when he offered her his hand and she was hesitant almost to touch him as if her skin might burn him or lace him with poison or any number of other realities. "I’m Wanda. Frej? That’s very exotic." She replied fondly as she slipped her hand into his with a delicate and almost feather-like touch. "I enjoy things that are different, like your name." The mention of her losing control chased the smile from her features before she shook her head lightly causing dark spirals to cascade across her shoulders. "People get hurt when I lose control." Wanda didn’t want to hurt people, that was something else that set her aside from the others within her own group. She was by no means a helpless little innocent lamb but that didn’t mean just because she had power that she had the right to unleash it on those who couldn’t defend themselves against it.