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WHO: Wanda Maximoff and YOU (seriously, come play with me right now, yes I mean you)
WHERE: an open-air market, somewhere in The City
WHEN: at any point this afternoon
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: Wanda has wandered off on her own and stumbled upon something a little more familiar.
FORMAT: quicklog, or whatever, I’m flexible

[Wanda had been reluctant to venture out of the MAC alone, but Pietro had not answered the door when she knocked, and she really should at least attempt navigation on her own, for once. Of course, having a destination in mind wouldn’t have hurt, but she was not far past the streets she had walked previously when she stumbled upon a delightful little open-air market, all squished-up between two towering brick structures.]

[With a pleased little smile playing about her features, Wanda slips into the crowd -- it is not so frightening as those on the streets were, somehow -- and proceeds to lose herself in the simple task of bargain-hunting.]

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Is that so? I have not directly interacted with the more.. business-oriented souls on the network, so I can't say I have any similar acquaintances.

[Absently, she sidles over a bit to get out of the way of flowing market traffic]

What brings you to the market, anyway? [grin] Or were you just looking to knock over innocent shoppers for a lark?

I was lucky enough to know him back where we're from, before coming here.

And not at all. [He holds up his hands in front of him, palms out and the apologetic look is back] I've actually recently taken up to wandering around the city on a never ending search for a job.

Oh, that is lucky. [She's frowning a bit, but it's a sad frown, not an angry one.] I did not know anyone, when I got here. Of course.. [Her voice lowers, and the rest is audible, but more to herself than at him.] Plenty of people seemed to know me...

[A beat, and then her smile is back, full-force.] A job? I thought that we were brought here to do a specific job -- and, besides that, provided with a stipend? Or are you not the "heroing" sort, either?

[He frowns a little too, sort of a sympathy thing, since she doesn't sound too happy about that. And he's also going to go ahead and respond to her, even if she wasn't directing the comment at him. At the very least, to be polite.]

I'm sorry to hear that. That must be pretty confusing.

Ah, no, I actually did the hero thing full time back home, but there I didn't really have to worry about money.

[He pauses for a second.]

And I did some volunteer work form time to time, so I actually felt like I was at least pulling my share. Even if we're giving some money for saving people, it doesn't feel right. That's something I always felt you did for free. Besides that, most of the people I'm living with right now barely know me, I feel kind of like a freeloader there if I'm not doing more than running around the city at night stopping muggers.

[The longer Connor speaks, the more starry Wanda's gaze becomes, though she hides it moderately well behind polite neutrality. By the time he's finished, however she's giving him big doe eyes over a soft, warm smile.]

[murmurs] You are very noble, Connor.

[And even still, he seems to be fairly oblivious to it.]

It's not that noble. I'm in a sort of weird situation, and I guess it just seems like common courtesy to try to repay the people that are giving me a room.

[A little amused by his density, she tilts her head, peering at him.]

By risking your life regularly to protect them? That is a hefty rent, don't you think?

Oh, that part.

[He scratches the back of his head, trying to look casual about the fact that he's basically talking about running around shooting arrows at purse snatchers]

That's more of a bad habit I picked up from my dad, that I don't think will ever really die.

[Startled, she laughs, absently curling a lock of auburn hair around her finger.]

Is that how it works? I've always wondered where heroes came from -- I suppose legacy makes as much sense as anything.

I think it's more hereditary for me.

I think most heroes strike out on their own though, which is probably a lot more admirable.

I don't know -- I think there is something to be said for upholding tradition.

[Connor offers a small smile]

I guess so. And there are worse people I could have followed after.

[smiles right back!]

You are lucky to have such a role model.

[pause]

Where are you headed, anyway? I mean, now, not.. abstractly.

Sometimes.

[Connor glaces the way he was heading before he stopped to talk.]

No where in particular. I'm just trying to get as well acquainted with the City during the day as I can.

[She follows his gaze, thoughtful.]

We share a common goal, then. Perhaps we should travel together.

Sure, it's nice to have company.

[shiny smile!]

Is there anything in particular you'd like to find?

[slooowly starts walking in whatever direction they are going to walk]

[He'll just follow maybe a half step behind her]

Not really. I've managed to find all... three stores in the city that I needed to, to survive here.

[And he realizes that the joke he made was both lame... and kind of true.]

Anything you need?

Nothing comes to mind..

[She could use some new clothes, but she knows better than to subject a new male acquaintance to such activities.]

I suppose we will just see what we find.

Not a bad plan, you never know what sort of things you'll come across just wandering around.

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