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( she sounds tired as she turns on the device, easing her way through the new item. )

These devices are strange... ( she mutters, then remembering herself- )

I was hoping anyone might recognize the name Avengers. ( there's a pause, then a sigh. ) I don't know if I'd be so lucky to have any of them here.

But that's not all the help I need. ( there's the sound of heavy swallowing. ) I woke in the canyon a day ago. There were dead things everywhere. They... did something to me. Now I can't get the smell of death off me. Karsa already sent me to bathe twice.

Does anyone have any experience with this? I'd appreciate any help offered...

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I have a few cleaning spells we can try, I'm not certain they'll work all the way, but I'm glad to help.

Anything is better than nothing. Thank you.

I'm sorry I have nothing I can give in return.

That's quite alright, I'm sorry to say I don't know of any Avengers but I'm glad to help however I can.

It was only a passing wish. You're already helping me more than I had hoped.

My arrival was highly unpleasant too, to say the very least. I can't imagine how out of sorts you must be. I'll have a proper pot of tea waiting, and we'll set you to rights.

Being surrounded by the dead was certainly unpleasant.

Where can I find you?

Fifth door down on Vannozza's side. I'll leave the door cracked a bit. If you can't make it there I can pop over.

[ In a surprisingly literal sense! ]

That should be easy to find. I can be there soon.

[ After conjuring a pot of tea away from prying eyes, Lily left the door to her room cracked, hoping Wanda was able to find her easily. She had sounded as exhausted and confused as Lily had been after stepping into this strange world and if she was able to make things easier on Wanda, she wanted to help spare someone else the confusion and anxiety.

Listening for the sound of footsteps she looked down at the book in her lap until she was certain someone was approaching. A little too curious to stay put Lily rose from the chair, crossing the room to pull the door open, peering out in hopes she'd see the new arrival to their group. ]

( when Wanda finally appears, she's wearing a pale mask that reflects red in the light. her footsteps are soft, and it's clear that Wanda is trying to make herself smaller than she is. avoiding curious gazes and passing looks as much as possible.

when she reaches the door, she spots Lily peering out. she stops short, magic slowly rolling off her so that her mask and clothes dissolve away until she's left standing in the clothes she arrived in- sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt. ) I hope I'm at the right door. I just realized I forgot to catch your name.

[ It's easy to tell that the woman she met at the doorway was rattled by whatever experience she'd endured before reaching Taravast, and while she tried to keep the look of concern off her face, there was worry in the smile she greeted the other woman with. ]

I'm Lily, come inside, have some tea.

[ Stepping aside to pull her door open a little more, Lily let Wanda inside before she shut it again. ]

I'm going to put a muffling charm on the room, alright?

[ As a general rule Lily used magic whenever she felt safe, but after seeing how shaken up Wanda looked, she didn't want to do anything that might surprise her. After pulling out her wand she quickly used the muffling charm her friend had invented a few years back, guaranteeing them privacy. ]

Would you like one of the shifts they gave me to change into so I can try to scourgify the clothes you've got?

I'm sorry, I don't know the Avengers.

[But for the other one...her sympathies, honestly.]

I have some more perfumed shampoos and soaps. It might not get rid of the smell but maybe it could cover it?

I appreciate you saying so. I had hoped they'd at least be heard of... ( ah well. she trails back to the main topic, though. )

The perfumes would be nice. Covering it is better than letting it settle too long.

Which side of the palace are you on? I can come bring them by, or you can come to me?

[And Allison isn't too squeamish, so the smell of death won't bother her too much.]

I'm Allison.

Macaluso's side. It might be better if you come here. Less of me dragging this scent around.

I'm Wanda. It's nice to meet you, Allison.

You as well. I'll see what I can do.

[Technically they're not supposed to be associating, given she's Team Vannozza, but never let it be said she can't get creative. She swaps out some of her more distinctive masks for something more common, and tries on some less flashy attire and quietly weaves her way through to Macaluso's side until she finds Wanda.

... She may just follow the smell of death, honestly.]

[ The voice that comes through the voice is speaking in Korean, before it is immediately translated: ]

Burn your clothes. They will never be rid of the stench.

Bathe in water laced with salt, as hot as you can take it. Replace the water twice. A hard soap for your hair, then perfume.

[ He has some experience. ]

Someone else offered perfumes... The rest I can manage.

Thank you for the advice. I've never had a smell like this before.

Then you have been blessed. [ His voice is somber. ]

I am it is unlikely you will be able to claim the same again, until we are free of this place.

You say you woke in the canyon?

I did. I was alone with the spirits there.

They... took much from me. When they were done, I found my way to Karsa and the others.

[ There is a small pause. ]

My sympathies. Our journeys here seem to come at great cost for all of us, unasked for and unwanted.

May I ask what you lost?

I'm sorry to hear you've all had so much trouble. I hope I can be of more help in the future.

I was weaker when they were done. I had little energy. My energy has been returning, but my power... it feels off. I have not tried to test it's full extent, but I don't think I could reach what I did before. It feels weaker somehow.

At least the spirits who could rest after did.

"Avengers."

What is this, a cult of revenge?

[ Well, that's how the translator is rendering the name for him. Hey, he likes it already. ]

( she starts to open her mouth to argue otherwise, but when she thinks of the description of her team...

she just laughs instead. )

Maybe like one.

We're a team of people who do our best to protect the world from greater dangers.

The whole world? That's ambitious!

[ He leans in, clearly interested. ]

What kind of dangers?

And... more sometimes. ( she hates that this is essentially bragging. she doesn't feel like that person lately. )

There was a man from another planet. He would invade ours in search of stones that gave him control over the universe. We would have to fight him and his army to protect our world and more from him.

[ did something to her? wanda was given plenty of good advice, but emilia is drawn in all the same. it still takes her aback at times, the ease with which some in their group discuss their abilities. emilia is used to keeping them secret, the only way to safely navigate a world that never quite loved her back.

but she's been covered in the stench of death before herself. the thought of it lingering for so long...

she would, and must, help. ] Were you able to rid yourself of the smell?

Not yet. ( Wanda admits wryly. )

Currently I just smell like pretty flowers and death. It was a good effort of many to even get this far.

It may be a matter of finding the right remedy.

( emilia is stubborn enough to hope for this, and that they may keep trying.

after a light pause, and because this is relevant to her interests, she can't help but ask: ) What does an Avenger avenge?

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