9617/Another Stormy Night In Sunnydale

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Another Stormy Night In Sunnydale
Date of Scene: 17 October 2019
Location: The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis: Wanda and Ruper warm by the fire and discuss the occult.
Cast of Characters: Rupert Giles, Scarlet Witch




Rupert Giles has posed:
You would assume that a place called Sunnydale would always be sunny. But, no...it's a suburb of Bludhaven. That means nice Springs, hot Summers, rainy Falls and snowy Winters. Currently, the town is locked squarely in that 'rainy' part.

The Box is open, and Giles is currently lingering behind the counter as he handles the transaction from an old woman buying a book on magic charms.

"Here you go, Ms. Waits. Please enjoy. If you have any questions, please feel free to call." The Brit bids her goodnight, and she shuffles out the door.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Being able to teleport makes a lot of things in life easier. Unfortunately, not knowing that there is a downpour where you're going until you're there is an occasional hazard, at least for the kind of teleporting that Wanda Maximoff does.

The door to the Magic Box opens and the woman near thirty enters, looking wet and bedraggled. Her light sweater she is wearing is soaked, and her hair hangs damp and dripping as she steps in from outside. She glances towards the umbrella clutched by the woman who shuffles out. "Really should have brought one, dearie," Ms. Waits says, indicating the umbrella as she opens it while departing.

Wanda looks back, arms going about herself as it is not only wet outside, but cold, during her brief walk from where she teleported into a parking lot down the street before walking here in the rain.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Giles glances up and over when the bell for the door rings, and he blinks when he spots Wanda. "Oh!" He comes around the counter and makes his way towards her, pausing to snatch a blanket from the back room. "The weather here can be very miserable this time of year. Here." If she lets him he steps close, the older man draping the blanket around her shoulders.

He adjusts his glasses before he looks towards the back room, which also houses the training area and the private library. He turns and turns the OPEN sign around. "There's a fireplace in the back."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda gives a grateful smile as the blanket is brought out to her. She typically has a soft-spoken, slow delivery when she speaks, which is the case as she says, "You would think by now, I might have learned to check the weather before I travel. But obviously I still have not," the Scarlet Witch says. "There was a time, in Burma... well, that's a story for another time," she says, shaking her head.

"A fire would be quite welcome, Mr. Giles," she tells him. "I trust I haven't caught you at a bad time though? I could return home to dry out if need be," she offers. Though if Giles leads the way into the back, the woman will follows him, the blanket held to keep it from slipping down.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"Well, we all make mistakes sometimes," the man says with a small smile. He arches an eyebrow at her hint of a story, and he helps her along and into the back room. "No no. I was considering closing up, anyways. It's been a slow day, due to the rain. You're just the excuse I need."

Soon enough he pulls over two chairs in front of the fireplace. He then moves to kneel and pile some wood in. A moment or two later, and a fire is crackling to life.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff moves over to take the offered chair after it is placed. "I do love it when it cools down enough to have a fire," she says in her softly accented English. "Though far better to not actually need the fire," she comments with a soft, self-deprecating laugh.

"So I wished to thank you for your help, researching the issues with the ley lines. As it turns out, there was indeed a cause, though nothing the old writings could have hinted at,' Wanda tells Giles, watching as he stokes the fire.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"The rain can be miserable...or beautiful. There are rainy mornings here that are stunning. And the snow? People can complain all they want, but I love the snow." He slides down into the chair beside her.

"Oh, I was curious about that. I hadn't heard back, but I can only assume the life you live is...well, a busy one. I can relate a bit." He chuckles. "Oh! Would you care for some tea? Rude of me. I can put the kettle on."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda gives Rupert Giles a slow nod and a grateful look. "Tea would be wonderful right now," she confirms to him. She leans forward, holding out her hands to the fire. She could likely to do a spell to rid herself of the wet clothing and hair, surely with the components available in the store. But using magic for everything is something Wanda tries to be conscious of.

Sometimes it is better to just dry by a fire.

"I am afraid it was not good. Loki, the Asgardian, was siphoning the magic away. We drove him away, and the Earth seems to be recovering. But I worry about what long-term effects there might be," Wanda says. "Which is another reason I came. I wondered if you might be interested in researching such a topic with me? As you point out, I sometimes lead a busy life. It is a large project. I could use help," she says.

Rupert Giles has posed:
The man rises from his seat and makes his way over to the small kitchen in the back room. He is still easily within sight. He fills a kettle and puts it on while he glances over at her. "Loki? The God? Oh dear. I have -noticed- that magic has begun to...settle again, so to speak. Which is good, because we always seem to have some bothersome adventure on the 31st every year. EVERY year. Without fail. So it is good to know that bit will be over by then..."

He leans back against the counter and watches her while the water begins to heat. "I would be happy to."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda gives a little shake of her wet and bedraggled head. "The ley lines have begun to recover, yes. The effects that the draining had on the use of magic, are faded. But, that doesn't mean that there are not effects that still may impact us," she says slowly.

As Giles gives his assent to help, he earns another warm smile from Wanda. "It will be good to have you on the team," she tells him. "Well, maybe 'team' is a bit too much. It is just you and I. But I welcome your participation," she says.

Wanda rises from the chair, removing the blanket and moving over to stand in front of the fire itself. "You spoke of issues on the 31st. My birthday, actually. Read into that what you will. What type of issues have you had?" she inquires.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"Well, I'm sure there are more then enough strong occultists out there to be able to stand against whatever issues arise," Giles offers. He adjusts his glasses and turns to pull two tea cups from the cupboard, and he sets them on a tray. He adds a small cup of milk, and another of sugar cubes.

"I am at your disposal, Ms. Maximov." The tea is done and he sets the kettle on the tray. He lifts it to carry it over. The man pauses as he catches sight of her sillhouetted by the fire light, and he cannot help but admire for a moment. He finally makes his way over, setting the tray down between the chairs.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda is fond of skirts, but is wearing pants today along with a very lightweight sweater. Something that was perfect for being indoors, and figuring she only had a short walk to make to the shop. Like most sweaters, this one has shrunk to her form once the rain wet it. The Scarlet Witch's costume over the years has done little to conceal her curves, but the wet sweater is definitely trying to rival it.

Wanda turns back from the fire, smiling warmly as Giles brings the tea over. "And if something does happen, I would be happy to assist if I'm able," she tells Giles. "And please, call me Wanda," she offers as she moves back over to retake her seat. "You mentioned that 'we' have to deal with something on the 31st each year. Are there others you practice with?" she asks, speaking of magic at the end there.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"Wanda. Very well."

He slides down into his own seat. He adds a hint of milk and no sugar to his tea. He lets it sit for a moment as he glances back over at her. He absolutely wants to admire the way the sweater clings, but he is a gentleman. His eyes remain on hers. "Ah! Well..." He trails off and glances around the room. Training dummies and medieval and martial arts weapons hang from walls, along with what appears to be a gymnastics mat. "I am somewhat the...mentor to a group of young heroes. Well, they are pretty much all college age now, so not as young as they once were. We use this place as a bit of a headquarters. Or, we did before we ended up a bit scattered to the wind."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda glances around, having noticed the interesting decorations but not said anything of it yet. "I see. I did not take you for a student of this sort of craft," she says, motioning towards the swords and other weapons on the walls. "Is this team anyone that I would have heard of before?" she inquires in a curious tone.

Wanda takes the cup of tea with a grateful smile, adding a bit of milk as well before leaning back in the chair. She holds the cup in both hands, then brushes back a few strands of auburn hair that are turning a little more curly as they dry. "It makes me curious as to your own history, Mr. Giles," she comments, looking at him over the rim of the cup.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"I'm really not sure. Are you familiar in your circles with the stories of the Slayer? Or...well...Slayers, these days. Or the Watcher's Council?" He picks up his cup and takes a sip of his tea. He considers it and then adds a tiny bit more milk. Just a teensy bit.

"Please. If you are Wanda, then I am Rupert. And...really...I have a rather unexciting history, all in all. I'm surely no Avenger." I mean, Ripper, but sure...

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda smiles over to Giles and says in a soft, warm tone, "Very well then, Rupert. The Slayer? I am a little familiar with something by that name. Inherited powers to oppose darkness of some sort? Physical combat prowess I believe?" Wanda inquires.

She takes another sip of her tea and then says of history, "Well, perhaps I will get you to share more of it with me on another occasion," adding a little smile for Giles. "So I gather this team that you work with, includes such a Slayer? And this Watchers Council, they are associated with the team then?" she asks.

Rupert Giles has posed:
He nods to that. "Yes. Not from a bloodline, however. But passed down over the generations, as it were. It used to be that there was only one at a time, but now there are several. I train the current Slayers. Or, well...several of them. Though I spend much of that time keeping them out of trouble. Teenage girls and all."

Giles chuckles and sips his tea. "Yes. And the Council researches and keeps an eye on the supernatural, stepping in when they must. The Slayer is one of our duties."