X-Reform Part Deux

December 04, 2016:

Wanda gets brought in and brought up to speed.

Xavier's Institute - New York City

Xavier's Institute grounds are located on 1407 Graymalkin Lane in
Westchester County between Graymalkin Lane itself and Breakstone Lake (30
miles outside of NYC itself). A large portion of this is acres upon acres of
woodland forest. To the farthest eastern portion of the Institute's grounds
there is a stretch of low foothills.
Upon entering the Institute grounds immediately past the heavy gated
entrance one finds themselves on a carefully paved road that splices in two
directions, west and east.

The west leads to the School for Higher Learning where gifted youngsters are
educated and taught to use their unique talents. Here almost year around
children and teachers are housed.

To the east miles away lies Xavier's Mansion where Professor Xavier himself
and some faculty members of the school live. These "special" individuals are
those aware of Xavier's more clandestine operations, the administration and
training of the X-Men.
Beyond the neatly walled mansion's yard in those foothills is an obscure
landing strip that leads to a hangar complex and a subtly hidden facility. A
facility that houses underground sublevels, a danger room, Cerebro and the
training halls of one of the most advanced mutant fighting teams in the
world.

An underground monorail connects the School for Higher Learning with the
Charles Xavier's Mansion and the X-Men's Hidden Complex. Security is tight
in this region, by means of limited magical warding, advanced future tech
security systems and telepathic sweeps. Tread carefully.

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: X-23

Plot:

Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

Last time Nate saw Wanda they were fighting Apocalypse, and when he woke up in the mansion she wasn't around. For some weird reason she has never been invited despite being in X-Red for over a year and being sister of Quicksilver.

So when Storm proposed to consolidate all X-teams, Nate asked about the Scarlet Witch. And kinda, sorta volunteered to go fetch her. He took one of the school vehicles and… it might be the car has flied around to avoid New York traffic. But no one saw them thanks to telepathic trickery.

So it was quick, and now he is knocking at Ororo's office door, inviting Wanda to go in first.

The only time Wanda had visited the Xavier Mansion was in regard to finding her brother. They knew who she was…and some of them even seemed to know what she could do…but there was never any invitation to join them. She just assumed it was because she wasn't 'good' enough. Whether because of her powers or her morality she was never clear on. Wanda knows there are plenty who hate her.

But now Wanda is back in the mansion and staring at an office door before Nate gestures her through. A nod to him before she does so. It can't still be a trap. Pietro has settled in here now and she's been in X-Red for over a year now so it'll be a good reason she is here. Right?

Furthering the X-Men business is what Storm had been brought back for, that and the multitude of occurrences that require certain things to be brought to order. Separations never should have happened, not with the deep lines draw that had been, and now different visions are well on their way to becoming one. Nate of X-Black (X-Force), Doug from X-Red, and now Wanda. The files had already been read, they sat on the corner of the desk the tall dark-skinned woman is leaned against, a hip settled upon the edge as she draws those cerulean eyes upward with the approach and opening of the office door.

"Welcome, Wanda Maximoff." The tone carries an accent borne in Kenya and her homeland, though faded with time here, but the fall of white hair to accent the irregular features of her ancestry and yet defining its core, the smile is a flash of ivory as well against the sable skin and darker lips stained to mimic the sheen of leather suit covering her figure, left open in spaces for mobility, but the drape of fabric behind her resembles that of a cloak until she rises and a hand extends to the woman. Wings?

"Please, take a seat if you wish. Coffee? Tea?" A tilt of head towards the two carafe's and mugs surrounding.

Nate steps in behind Wanda. "Scarlet Witch, this is Storm, weather witch. Not sure if you knew each other, but anyway, it is about time Wanda gets here, isn't it?" He smiles without humor. "To be honest, I am not sure why she wasn't here already. Ripclaw didn't want to come, y'know? But he is old and grouchy in a weird zen way. Wanda actually could be receiving college level classes, so I don't know why she was never invited."

Wanda offers a friendly fingerwave and a slight smile to the costumed Nubian. "Nice to meet you." The redhead has shown up in jeans and sweatshirt - hardly the most superheroic of looks. "No one asked me" is her first response to the question of membership. "And I was in X-Red so I thought that was enough. And Pietro and I thought it would be dangerous if we were together. There were…are…a lot of people who would like to capture us and ship us off." She shakes Storm's hand before taking a seat but declines the offer of a beverage.

Nate's introduction passes for her own, and while Wanda makes herself comfy the questions and wonders are heard. Slowly the dark brew of coffee is poured into her mug with two cubes of sugar and nothing more. Clutching it within her hands she draws it to her lips and sips slowly, the small smile curling lips at the edge before the mug is brought away and she moves back to claim her seat behind the desk.

"No one was ever -not- invited. X-Red severed themselves, but individuals were never told they were not welcome, and as far as I read, you were brought into X-Red first, not here." A slip of those eyes from Nate to Wanda as she shifts slightly to cross legs behind the desk.

"The invitation was sent because the bottom line is drawn after the last few incidents that give us no choice, and you did not come on your own. Problem solved." A slicing gesture of hand now to lay that 'issue' to rest.

All of the attacks over the years, the uprisings stemming from them, and now these final two, that bottom line is we are stronger together. As a family. Standing for the same thing and merging our ideas. Xavier himself did not ever dream of a family split in twine and somehow it happened. So now, we seek to bring everyone back together, to make us public soon enough and with care." A pause then as Wanda had mentioned the threat to herself and her brother. "Strength in numbers. No one will harm you with ease, that I can promise."

Nate flops down in another chair, looking curious between both women. "Uh, looks like there was some misunderstanding here," he knows how Wanda feels, he is an empath. "The back team was pretty much 'invited' out." They could have stayed, but abandoning their Cyberforce allies. No one wanted to do that.

Wanda doesn't want to get into arguments about any splits so she silently nods to Storm's words…and Nate's. "That is the past" she states simply. "You want me in the X-Men now, da? Is that to be my only loyalty? Nathaniel Richards wants my brother and I in The Avengers." She frowns slightly. "There were some people in the X-Men who used to think I was dangerous. People from other worlds. Other times. Am I only here so you can keep an eye on me?"

There was a knock at the door, followed by a "Doug Ramsey reporting, ma'am." As the door slides open, Doug peers in, a tablet in hand. "Oh, excuse me… I have the analysis you wanted."

Tilting his head, he flashes a wry grin at the others. "Nate, Wanda."

After a split second, realization dawns. "Oh, it's her turn, is it? Want me to come back later?" He holds up the tablet briefly so that Storm can look at it. "I can leave this here for you."

Nate's remarks about the Black team draw Storm's eyes back to him, the file fished from beneath a few others. Within is a few other files like cases. Ripclaw, Chip, CC, Ravager… No Corben as he had never left the facility and remained a secret, for now. "The timing of that is because we needed to not be affiliated with killers. We were trying to lay low, remain unknown for the safety of our children and wards. That was a different time," And Wanda's exact words get a turn of hand in her direction with a nod.

The further questions and then phrasing of the last has a brow rising and drawing up a corner of lips. "The past is the past, other worlds and times are those as well. It is not here and now and definitely not the view of myself or Charles. If that was the case I would not be sitting here." A place of hands on the desk and nails tap on the lacquered surface with the smile returning.

"You're here because we want you here, Wanda. Scarlet Witch. You are and have been part of the family, just as your brother is. We keep eyes on eachother here, we're a team."

The entry of Doug has Storm leaning back and taking the tablet from him with that same genuine smile offered. "Thank you, Doug. No, you may stay, it is nothing you do not already know. Perhaps you can help let her mind ease as she seems to feel as we are the enemy in some fashion." Disconcerting, but only time can heal wounds of mistrust.

"Hey, Doug," greets Nate. Wanda gets a smirk, "we are all dangerous, Wanda. I am happy to be dangerous for certain people that should be in jail or dead. If you had problems controlling your powers, well, you can get good training here. And uh… Avengers? Cool. Is that guy related to Reed Richards?"
"I have no idea" Wanda shrugs to Nate. "Who is Reed Richards?" But then back to business. "I do not think you are the enemy. I have plenty of enemies already without making others. My family is my brother. He is all I have left. I…I murdered the rest of our family." Long story. "So perhaps you are right to be wary of me." A nod of greeting to Doug. "Pietro thinks this place is safe and that you are good people…and that is enough for me. But if I find it not to be I hope that I can leave whenever I wish."

"Ok…!" Doug steps fully into the room, crossing the floor to hand the tablet over to Storm. Nodding, he adds to Storm's comments with a "Oh, she's just nervous. Anything that's new tends to get all sorts of suspicious looks, and it's a lot of change to take in, especially for her. Her brother, on the other hand, takes in change pretty quickly. Probably because the world's too slow for him."

Canting his head at Wanda, Doug tilts his head briefly. "It's a big group, that's why we had a lot of different groups all over the place. Sort of like being back in high school with all the cliques, you know?" Flashing a grin, Doug waves a hand. "Don't worry too much about it, Wanda. That's how we had all those different X-groups when people wanted to leave."

Storm sets the tablet on the desk as she rises and it is open to be looked at, it is a map, several blips marked in a neon green marking over regions. "I never once said we were wary of you. We keep eyes on each other, meaning we watch each-others backs." The news about Wanda's family does not make Storm pause as she comes to lean back upon the edge of the desk.

"I had a brief interlude with Avenger's, I'd be a hypocrite to say you could not. Though I do not know this Nathaniel, but it is of no consequence lots of things are changing hands. As I said. Trust." Storm rises her hands, almost like in a gallic shrug and the door creaks open with a wind that passes through the room. "Not locked. Not for coming or going. I hope you find it as your brother does."

Doug's optimism has Storm's smirk lingering, head shaking slightly. "I hope to end the separation and have a mutual understanding once again, and when Charles gets back from his business abroad you can confirm it with him as well. Soon we will need all hands." A pause and she looks back at the tablet and picks it up.

"So many.." The words are low but the way eyes close and a slow breath is taken in she looks back at the trio in the office and nods lightly. "May want to pick your rooms quick."

"Google him," replies Nate to Wanda with a grin. "Eh, I will stay in New York, if you don't mind. My girlfriend lives there. I can come when you need me and for team training sessions, no worries. Ah, do you know Laura Kinney showed up the other day? She is… hmm…" He looks telepathically. "Sulking on the roof, it seems."

"I would like to stay in the X-Red HQ" Wanda notes. "It feels like…home now. I am too old to do studies. I have not been at school for…" A blush to her cheeks. "I have never been to school. I am a traveler. Self-taught." That last bit may even be said in a tone that suggests she is quite happy to argue that does NOT make her stupid or ignorant. "But if you are happy with this then I am happy to join the X-Men."

"Laura's back? Great! I was wondering what happened to her when she went on her walkabout," Doug exclaims, giving a thumbs up at Nate, before waving a hand at Wanda. "Well, technically, when you joined X-Men Red, you also joined the X-Men. It's just, you know, now instead of me chanting 'One of Us, One of Us', it's the Professor. Except he's not, you know, into emotional display. He's more likely to just say, 'You were always one of us.'"

"That place was owned by DaCosta, and seeing as he is no longer to be found, as I have reached out to every and all, I do not feel it is a good bet. You are by no means required to stay here, though." A nod to Nate as an example, as he opts to have his place in New York.

A look back to Wanda and Storm smiles lightly. "The educational aspect is solely up to you, but many who come here find they like to either study or help the wayward who need it with what they do know. We all always have more to learn and even more to share."

A glance up with Nate's words and Storm nods lightly. "When she chooses she can come sulk in my office. It will be good to see her again." Storm knows better then to force her or anyone into being where they do not want to be right then.

Doug gets an amused smile and the tablet is tapped idly. "I have some matters to look into my X-Men," Smirk. "I may be calling upon you all sooner then later." And with that the breeze that opened her door follows her out.

"… the least she could do is say 'Welcome to the X-Men, Wanda. Hope you survive the experience,'" Doug deadpans in her wake.

Nate nods at Doug, "she went hunting the Facility on her own, but I managed to keep tabs on her. Fortunately she failed to find them. That is a problem we need to deal with, though," although he wanted to keep it an X-Force business. But how it is dealt with is not all that important. "You want to see her. We can go bother her and maybe drag her down for dinner."

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