The color violet

'Redbone'

Hela wakes up groggily, blinking a few times to adjust to the black and white surroundings. She sighs, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to tame it. (she thought that the whole black and white thing was a one time affair... she was wrong.) As she opens her palms, she observes that the burns are healing nicely. A faint smile attempts to form, but the realization that she still can't summon a weapon without irritating the burns holds it back. She doesnt think that she's near any threats at the moment but it's unnerving to be able to summon anything nonetheless. The markings on her skin are visible again, and she traces her fingers over them, noting that Agatha must have released the spell during their sleep. When Hela got home the first thing she did was take a cold shower, Midgard might not be the best place but their showers are nice. She was tired, mentally drained, annoyed, and restless all at the same time. The 2 things she used to do to relieve stress was kill something or throw knives at something, the 2 things she can't do (Agatha had told her that killing on Midgard is not the smartest thing to do and it would affect their plan.) She was pissed.

Contemplating the idea of going back to sleep, Hela's thoughts are interrupted as she sees Agatha materialize in purple smoke in front of her bed. Agatha, wearing dark blue jeans and a purple blouse, catches Hela's attention. Hela furrows her brows, "Surely it can't be time to go already?"

Agatha inclines her head, crossing her arms, "Yes, yes it is, love. Today is a special day. And I have big plans." Agatha whispers in Latin as she flicks her wrist, a mischievous smirk crossing her lips. Before Hela can react, she finds herself standing by the door, nearly stumbling in surprise. She scowls down at the brunette.

She hates magic.

Agatha puts her hands in her pockets and leans against Hela's bed, facing Hela. "Today is based on the sixties, I think little miss Wanda is making each day based on a decade, if I'm correct tomorrow should be in the seventies. But in the meantime we have to get ready and I was thinking we could stop at the local cafe before we find Wanda."

"What's a... cafe?" Hela tilts her head and glares down at Agatha. All of these Midgard terms and places are giving her a headache.

Agatha grimaces. "I'll just show you when we get there. So chop chop, it's still early but I don't know when Wanda will be up and at it." She struts past Hela into her room and closes her door behind her with her magic. Hela groans but reluctantly goes to the bathroom to get ready.

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Hela emerges from the bathroom in a towel and enters her bedroom, only to see today's outfit already laid out for her. A pair of black trousers, a white blouse with a black pendant necklace... and of course, her wedding ring. She gets dressed and pulled together, she likes that she can wear pants now. She doesn't have any issue with dresses, she wore them for formal events on Asgard but pants are more practical (and more comfortable.) Hela doesn't know how long this will go on for (it has only been 1 day, but in Hela's mind this is worse than when she was in Hel.) Agatha never specified, but she suppouses she would have mentioned it if she knew. Hela dries her raven hair, and just leaves it. She puts on some heels, and makes her way down stairs, (she needs to rest her ankle, it's getting worse.)

Agatha is downstairs with her rabbit, hunched over and feeding it lettuce in its cage while cooing at it. Despite Hela getting closer and closer, Agatha doesn't bat an eye. She's wearing a different plaid dress with a jacket, her brooch and ring shining. Her hair is slightly different from yesterday. Hela, now beside her and towering overhead, tilts her head but remains silent.