14213/To Make Amends

To Make Amends
Date of Scene:	20 March 2022
Location:	Abandoned Rooftop, NYC
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Vitali Svyatoslav, Scarlet Witch

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Vitali Svyatoslav has posed:
It's a sunny afternoon with a blue sky, the temperature fair. The Siberian has decided need to be made right with the Scarlet Witch. Yet how to accomplish it? He isn't sure if his idea will work, but he has to try. The rooftop of the building is dry. Soraya is flying near, hunting. A white polar bear skin is spread out, and Vitali sits cross-legged atop of it, his hands lightly resting on his knees with his palms facing down. His dark eyes are closed as he meditates, his focus turned upon the redheaded witch. He wears grey wool socks, black jeans, and a blue turtleneck. His black hair falling loose over his back. A fire has been lit, and he has a pot of water over the fire to heat water. A pair of mugs sit near to the fire, with Siberian tea leaves sitting inside. Waiting.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
One thing the Scarlet Witch is not, is telepathic. At least, not most of the time. There are magical effects she can utilize that allow for mental communication, but that... isn't really telepathy as it is understood. Never the less, sometimes when she teleports, where she'd expected to emerge isn't.. always where the magic spits her out. Today is such a case. scarlet flames appear on the other side of hte fire pit from where the Siberian sits. Human sized, but not shaped. When they clear, Wanda stands there. She blinks in the afternoon sunlight, a confused expression flitting over her features. The hell?

Vitali Svyatoslav has posed:
The Siberian shaman has a limited amount of experience with the Scarlet Witch's magic. If his effort doesn't work then he can figure out a new idea. He seems calm and relaxed there where he's sitting. The sudden appearance of the Scarlet Witch there on the rooftop brings Soraya to let out a brief and sharp sound, a warning sort of sound. Vitali exhales a breath as he opens his eyes to look across the fire to her, a touch of surprise to his eyes. He shifts his weight and smoothly rises to his feet. "Good afternoon," he says softly, his Russian accent lightly touching his words. "Please, will you stay for tea?" he offers, glancing towards the mugs before looking to her again.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda's magic primarily runs on chaos and probabilities. It doesn't always take her where she wants to go. Sometimes, instead, it takes her where she's needed. When she sees Vitali, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "You again," she states. She opens her eyes and stares at him, the jade not exactly warm, but not exactly cold either.

The sudden sharp sound of the eagle overhead, with the knowledge that the Siberian and the bird are connected, brings Wanda to tense. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly and her arms lift out, scarlet halos coming to wreathe her hands. In preparation for.... well. Whatever it might be goes undiscovered at the question of tea. The glow fades, and the Witch lowers her arms back to her sides. She remains where she is. "What do you want?"

Vitali Svyatoslav has posed:
The Siberian shaman gives a small nod to her words. "Da," he says softly, affirming her statement. Indeed, him, again. He stands fairly still there on the other side of the fire. His hands rest at his sides, and there are no weapons visible on him. He's not holding any of his magic, either. There is nothing about him that might indicate any threat.

Vitali's gaze shifts slightly to the eagle, watching her flight, and then his attention turns fully back to Wanda. Soraya wings around and makes a large circle before coming around to perch on a railing of the rooftop. "I wish to make amends," Vitali says softly, the words sincere. "I did not behave properly when last we met, and I did not treat you well or as should have been done," he adds, his brow furrowing slightly. He's troubled by it, and he has been since it happened. He's quiet for a moment. "I was not myself. I could not stop her." This is said in a quieter tone.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
No weapon save for the magic that she not only knows he can wield, but can see within him, can sense within him. She can feel it, taste it, smell it. It's an almost palpable thing. And after being attack by him out of nowhere the last time she'd seen him... Well. Wanda is not precisely the trusting sort at any given moment. But at his words, she takes a deep breath. "The only reason I haven't fried you on the spot is because I know you weren't yourself the last time I encountered you. I still do not trust you." She continues to remain in the exact spot she had appeared.