The Variant [Part One] [Wanda Maximoff [FF] | Elizabeth Olsen

Chapter 4

• Helen / The Pale Woman - Julianne Moore
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Scarlet Witch comes out of the hotel and strolls the cobblestoned road of the town, as she expected, people give her frank gazes but she doesn't mind at all instead she went straight to the meadery where the astral projection of the little girl she bumped into told her astral form to go.

The woman knew that she'll have to adjust to the habitat provided by this new universe she dived into, to better blend in with everyone she needed a job and a roof to stay in.

Scarlet Witch pulls the door of the Meadery and enters. Instead of Milla standing at the taps, there stood a woman about her mid-fifties with straight white hair, green eyes, and pale-skinned with a deadpan expression on her face. The woman's gaze fixed on the red-haired patron arriving inside the bar.

The Scarlet Witch's footsteps echoed throughout the empty establishment.

"Is the place closed?" The Scarlet Witch said, trying to mask her Sokovian accent.

The woman at the bar furrowed her eyebrows as if she could detect the red-haired witch's attempt to camouflage her being.

"So you must be Wanda," The woman said, as she polished some glasses from the shelves.

"Milla has talked a lot about you," The woman said.

The Scarlet Witch's sombre expression lights up into something that appears like she needed to shield herself from an incoming attack.

"I'm guessing that you need a job? Being a newbie in unknown territory can be challenging especially for someone that could tap from one reality to another," The pale woman continues.

The Scarlet Witch suddenly had the urge to lunge at this stranger and assault her with her chaotic fury but also tries to soothe herself down, she did not wish to leave a bad impression especially if she's indeed trying to convince her surroundings that she's a benevolent human being.

As if sensing her conflicting nature, the pale woman waves her hand - (bright blue wisps of runes materialized) - Then the woman's everyday vesture vanishes revealing her real outfit: A sleek black robe with a leaden belt and ancient runes adorned in them.

"You're not the only magic user on the grounds… Scarlet Witch." The pale woman said.

Wanda felt a sudden wave of terror wash over her, when she looked at herself she notices that her casual clothing has burned into bits of dust and flaming ashes uncovering her blackened red dress.

The pale woman then points a finger at Wanda's head - The Scarlet Witch winced in pain: her head felt like two razor-sharp horns coming out of her skull. Once the pain subsided - her intricately carved crown appeared: heavy, scorched, and jagged.

"Well… It's much more comfortable, isn't it? Real clothes and real appearances," The pale woman said.

"I'm Helen," The pale woman.