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Willow Rogers

"the demons in the dark lie again."

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a character in “Age of Anarchy”, as played by partially-stars

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"the demons in the dark lie again."
speeding cars | walking on cars




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Name:
Willow Alana Rogers

Nicknames
Will [tolerates | family only]
Spectre [likes | codename]

Age:
22

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Role:
Villain





"I'm meaner than my demons, I'm bigger than these bones."
control | halsey




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Appearance:

When some hear the name Willow, they expect a woman who fits that descriptor. As a result, Willow is a bit of a surprise. She stands firmly at 5'5", having stopped growing when she was in her early teens. While she's slim, she's also somewhat muscular, giving her a slightly more boyish and athletic frame. Willow naturally has long, dark hair. When she was in her late teens, she shaved off half her hair as teenage rebellion, and was discovered to find she liked it. Lately, however, she's been dying it blonde. The shades range from white blonde to a warmer, almost strawberry blonde, depending on the lighting.

Ability:

Willow has the ability of electrokinesis, or electrical manipulation. To put it in simple terms, she can control both current and static electricity. However, that description does not do it justice. She has the ability to fry electrical equipment by triggering surges, cut off the power to anything she likes by interrupting the flow, "throw" lightning bolts through a build up of static electricity, and even run electrical devices off of her own body. The latter, however, is extremely draining, and she can only do it for very small amounts of time.



"i wanna hate every part of you in me."
bite my tongue (feat. oli sykes) | you me at six





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Personality:

There seems to be two sides to Willow Rogers. Willow; the introverted, incredibly talented, but friendly physicist, and Spectre; the master thief. Willow is incredibly respected among her peers. She graduated a year early with a first class honours, and was offered a place on a number of doctorate programmes as soon as she received her results. Even now, as she works towards her doctorate, she's already working with some of the best minds in physics on some of the most advanced research being done. Willow is, in short, a genius in her field. Her co-workers are often amazed by her dedication. As far as they know, she's also working a part time job to help pay off her university fees. She shows up every so often having barely slept the night before, yet her mind is as sharp as ever. Willow seems to be friendly with everyone, yet nobody can say they truly know her beyond the surface. She's long mastered the art of keeping people at a distance, but letting them believe they know her better than they actually do.

And then there's Spectre. Little is known about Spectre. She seems to strike out of nowhere, and there are very few security systems in the world that can keep her out. She's committed a few high-profile thefts, but for the most part, she flies beneath the radar. She's untraceable, knowing exactly how to avoid detection. She never gets sloppy, and she never lets herself get caught. She almost always manages to sneak up on guards from behind and knock them out before they ever even get to smell her perfume. Spectre is as much a genius in her field as Willow is in hers. She's never even come close to getting caught. Even the heroes struggle with her talents, and she's gained quite a level of infamy.

But her individual sides bleed into each other. Spectre is oddly merciful, only killing when absolutely necessary. She claims it leaves behind a mess that's too traceable, when she really just doesn't want to kill people who are doing their job. Willow never, ever lets herself be underestimated or patronised, and if anyone dares do so, they will see a flash of the anger that makes her Spectre. In a field dominated by men, this is a necessary trait. Willow Rogers holds a lot of resentment and anger, especially towards heroes. She is relentless in everything she does. She became destructive because of that anger, and at some point, she stopped caring what happened to her. She would much rather burn out than fade away. In fact, she'd rather explode in a blaze of glory. Willow knows there's no happy ending for her. So she just wants a dramatic one.
Likes:

  • Physics
  • Strong coffee
  • Strong alcohol
  • Leather jackets
  • Killer heels
  • Black
  • Being smarter than the authorities
  • Proving people wrong
  • Adrenaline rushes
  • Bubblegum
Dislikes:

  • Being patronised
  • The authorities
  • "Heroes"
  • Badly made coffee
  • The nightmares
  • Beer
  • Being proven wrong
  • Not understanding something
  • Bitter food
  • Heights




"i lived so much life, i think that god is gonna have to kill me twice."
young and menace | fall out boy




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History:
Willow comes from a family of heroes. Both her mother and her father had abilities; super-speed and healing respectively. She had an older brother; however, she doesn't know his exact ability. Willow's life of tragedy began when she was 11. Her brother, sixteen at the time, was killed by an anonymous attacker as he walked home from school. It was broad daylight, in a good area; and yet by the time anyone raised the alarm, Samuel Rogers was dead. It was around this time that Willow's own powers were developing. The emotional trauma of losing her brother disrupted them and made them harder to control. Her parents asked around for help, and somebody "kindly" agreed to mentor her. But when she sent them to the hospital, she was declared "dangerous". All superheroes refused to train her, and Willow's own parents were forced to train her themselves, despite having to try and deal with their own grief. It was there that Willow first developed her first seed of resentment for the heroes. But her parents prevailed. She regained control of her powers, and she regained her trust in heroes. She would later learn that the heroes had suggested that Willow was kept out of public view so she wouldn't hurt anyone else.

She was 18 and graduating high school when it happened. Her parents were out on patrol, being heroes. They were working with a team that should have been big enough to handle the situation. But something went wrong. And instead of using their logic, instead of taking one goddamn moment to think, they let her parents be killed. She remembers nights spent analysing the situation, and ultimately concluding that they could have, should have been saved. She remembers being told that the heroes still believed they had done the right thing, because they had acted on their instincts instead of using logic. That's all she remembers from the two weeks after her parents died; but that's all she wants to remember. Because that was what drove her away from heroism. She received no help following the death of her parents. It was the heroes fault, and they didn't care. So Willow went out and got it herself. She met the villains, explained her situation to them, and was taken under their wing. She robbed her first bank with their help, and soon became Spectre; the master thief for hire. And she's never looked back. She's been forced to lay low with all that's been happening, but she's still thriving.

So begins...

Willow Rogers's Story

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


She watched for a moment as Max went over to the window and started out. And then she went into her bedroom to get changed. She knew for a fact that she was mostly just going to be writing up reports today, because she didn’t exactly feel in the right mindset to be doing precise analystical calculations. Which meant she also didn’t have to worry about lab safety. So she pulled on a cardigan over a red and black skater dress, pulled on over-the-knee socks, and shoved her feet into her trusty, most worn, black Doc Martens, and laced them up nice and tight to support her wrapped foot. She’d almost forgotten about it in all the panic, but now that she was aware of it, it was starting to ache a little. All the running had probably counteracted whatever good the Advil would have done. She stopped briefly in the bathroom to do her makeup and take two paracetamol, before heading back out to the sitting room, her bag slung over her shoulder.

She nodded as Max told her to be safe, and smirked as she asked about the drinks. “Bottom cabinet nearest the window. Save some for me, okay?” She added with a wink and a smirk. But she shot Winter a look that told him to not let her get too drunk. Getting drunk was a necessary stage in what Max was going through, and realistically Willow’s apartment was the safest place to do it. But she didn’t know what kind of drunk Max was, and didn’t want Winter left alone with an angry super he wasn’t prepared for.

Her work day both flew and dragged. It felt like she hadn’t been that productive at all, and yet somehow, she’d made a considerable amount of progress in her reports. Everything seemed normal. She listened to the news and there was no talk of a freak electrical surge, of a body found, of anything that was out of the norm. But eventually, she was walking back to her apartment, not totally sure of what was awaiting her. She took a deep breath before letting herself back in. “Just me!” She called as she shut the door behind her.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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It took Max a few hours before she even thought about moving. Then maybe about thirty minutes after that, she finally rose in search of the liquor cabinet. She had been debating mentally, and then she tried to distract herself from thoughts of drinking with other things which mostly involved Dinah. That, of course, made her want to drink some more. Finally, she gave in. As she made her way over to the cabinet, the man Willow was friends with--Winter she remembered--stepped in front of her.

"Let me make you a drink," He offered. Max gazed at him suspiciously, but she knew she wouldn't get a drink unless she allowed him to.

"Alright. By all means," She said, wearing her mask of confidence once more. She watched him mix a drink from lemonade, sweet tea, and bourbon...very little bourbon... and then handed it to her. She made a face primarily because she knew he was onto her. She sighed, thanked him for the drink, and moved to the couch. At first, she just laid there and drank. Then she grew bored and started to look around the apartment. A lot of the books Willow owned were about physics which Max had very, very little interest in. Physics in high school was not her favorite subject. Her thing was biology.

In the end, she was up back on the couch with her second drink and flipping through websites on her phone. Once she finished her drink, she went back to Winter for another. She was on probably her fourth, the alcohol finally kicking in with a buzzing sensation through her body, when sound began on the other side of the door. For a split second, she panicked. Then, she remembered where she was and calmed down. Willow walked through and greeted them both. Without looking up, she replied. "Hey, Willow," She said, more chipper than she thought she would sound like, "How was work?" She finished whatever she was reading, locked her phone, and started to get up from the couch to meet her new friend. When she saw Willow, she paused. Max had seen Willow before she left, but she was so clouded with grief, she hadn't completely realized what she was wearing. "Wow," she said finally, "That dress is cute on you." She bit her lip and decided to stay sitting on the couch. Nice... She wasn't feeling sad, thanks to her drinks, but it also meant she wasn't worried about anything she said. She had absolutely no filter which meant she was going to say whatever came to mind. Would prove to be an interesting night.

She looked at her mostly empty glass, downed the last of it, and then walked over to Winter for another.

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


She was a little concerned about the cheery manner with which Max greeted her. She'd clearly had a few drinks, but did at least seem coherent. Tipsy, perhaps. She glanced over at Winter, who was having a drink of his own. He didn't usually make weak drinks, but given how peaceful things were, he'd obviously made enough to pacify her. She breathed a sigh of relief. They just might survive this.

Willow couldn't stop herself from blushing as Max complimented her and the dress. She shrugged. "I was just looking for something comfortable to wear this morning. But thank you, I appreciate it," She said with a shrug. "And work was okay, I wasn't super busy, but I got a decent bit of report writing done, so I can't complain too much," she said, making her way over to the drinks cabinet. She mixed herself a good, strong Jack and Coke, looking over at Max as she approached Winter for another. "It's okay, I've got it," she said, making Max one the same as she was drinking but with less alcohol. Willow knew her own alcohol tolerance, but not Max's. "Winter, you can go if you want. I can handle it from here." He looked at her, a silent look asking her if she was sure. She nodded. She could handle it from here.

"Okay. Text me in the morning, okay? And if you need me at any point, just text." He said, and she nodded as she handed Max her drink. He grabbed his jacket and left, leaving the two girls alone. "You hungry? I can cook or I can get take out. I know a place that does great asian food. Or I make a mean Pad Thai myself. Or we can get pizza." She said. She needed to eat, but wasn't picky about what.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max glared lightly at Willow as she withheld half the bourbon that Winter would pour into her drink. "I'm fine, Willow. You don't need to baby me." She didn't want Willow to hold back. She wanted to forget. Honestly, she wanted to tell Willow not to worry about her tolerance level because she had a high one, but that was back before the club incident. It had been at least two years off the stuff and she was honestly surprised the drinks didn't have more of an effect on her after her fourth one. Then again, she was just getting buzzed off four low alcoholic beverages. Maybe her tolerance really was low. Still, she took the drink and took a few sips from it and then waved at Winter as he was leaving.

Max's stomach growled loudly when Willow mentioned food. She hadn't had the stomach to eat all day. Every time she had blinked she could see Dinah. That is, until the alcohol kicked in. Now she was starving and ready for any food. "I could eat," She replied. She thought for a moment, given the options and asked, "Any chance we could make pizza? Homemade pizza is honestly the best." Plus, she wasn't sure she was entirely... stable enough to go out in public at the moment. She was only buzzed, maybe even tipsy, but it was more... She wasn't sure she would run into people that she and Dinah knew. If she did, she wasn't entirely sure what would happen in her current state. They could technically order in, but where was the fun in that?

She swirled her drink around in its glass. "I called off of work... well obviously, but I figured since I asked you I might as well inform you of my situation. They said I could go back whenever." She didn't look up from her glass. Instead, she lifted it and drank another mouthful.

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow rolled her eyes as Max snapped at her, insisting she wasn't a baby. "I know that. But I do know you have abilities. And because I don't know what they are, I can't anticipate them, and I really don't want to discover the hard way that they're something super destructive when you get too drunk and lose control of them," She said, keeping her voice low and steady. "And I also don't know what your alcohol tolerance is. So you're getting nice, weak drinks tonight, and you're going to deal with it."

She raised her eyebrows as Max asked if they could make pizza. "I mean, yeah, we can, I think we have most of the stuff for it. But do you really want to wait at least an hour for the dough to prove?" She asked, leaning back against her counter and taking a long drink from her coke. She didn't want to wait that long. Sure, she'd work with it if that was what Max wanted, but honestly, she wasn't sure if she wanted to cook at all. She found cooking relaxing and didn't typically resort to take-outs, but that's what she'd fully intended doing tonight, she was being honest with herself.

"That said, feel free to raid my cupboards for suitable alternatives. I'm up for anything," Willow said, shrugging. "And I'm also going to take some more painkillers while you do that," she added, heading back out to the bathroom. She downed two more advil with a mouthful of her drink, and kicked off her shoes, tossing them into the bedroom as she passed. "So, any luck?"

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max wouldn't look at Willow. She was right to be cautious, but Max... kind of didn't care. But..."I've never lost control of my ability." She said quietly. And it was true. No matter how drunk she got, her voice was never out of her control. Now, it's vanished before, but that was either after a long night of using it or when she's under a great deal of stress and her voice itself vanishes. "I've just... lost it before." She didn't feel like explaining that one to Willow though so she took another sip of her drink.

Max thought a bit and agreed with Willow. Waiting for the dough to set would be torture. She was a little bummed but decided to go rummaging through the cabinets after Willow gave her permission. Then she found two things that filled her with excitement. Pasta noodles and Alfredo sauce. She had one container in each hand when she turned, smiling, to face Willow. This. We have to make this." She brought them over to the counter to put them down and then went back to the pantry to contemplate their needing more. She decided one of each was fine and went in search of bread.

"Do you have bread and garlic spread? We could make garlic bread too." She thought a moment, staring into the cupboards. "Do you have any meats we could put in it? Shrimp would work too." Her hunger was causing her thoughts to race and run together like ink.

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow grinned to herself and kept sipping her drink as Max raided her cupboards, clearly having found some meal inspiration. She seemed a little too animated for somebody that was mourning as much as she had been earlier, giving away that she was a little tipsy. But at least she was animated, and Willow felt like she didn't have to tiptoe around her. She got to her feet and put down her drink as Max started asking about garlic and bread, as well as meat.

"Chicken breasts in the fridge. And we don't have garlic spread, but we do have..." She reached around Max, grabbing a bulb of garlic from the worktop. "Actual fresh garlic and parsley. i can make proper garlic butter. Herbs are the only plants I can keep alive," she added, peeling the garlic and taking two cloves of it. She scooped some butter out of the butter dish and into a bowl, before starting to chop the garlic.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd done this with anyone. Even her friends. Most of her friends were villains, which meant they usually just texted each other about how exhausted they were, and had occasional movie and pizza nights. She couldn't remember the last person she'd actually cooked with. Probably her mother. And for a moment, she was transported back to her sixteen year old self. In the midst of a mood swing and angry at the entire world, her mother had made her help cook dinner. And they'd talked as they cooked. They'd laughed and danced around the kitchen together. She could still smell her mother's perfume.

She forced herself to shake herself out of the memory and started chopping the second clove of garlic. She scraped it into the butter, and pulled some leaves from the garlic plant on her window. Anger was surging in her chest, anger at the heroes, anger at the system that had failed her. She wanted to see them burn.

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xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max nimbly made her way to the refrigerator and pulled out the chicken breast and grabbed a pan. Once she had them on the counter, she noticed Willow making homemade garlic butter. She watched her for a minute and a smile broke out across her face. "You're a wizard. A friggen food wizard. Like I said, homemade is definitely better than store bought." She shook her head and started to thaw the chicken. She just wanted it soft enough that she could put in the microwave and not have to nuke it. She filled the sink with warm water, plugged it, stuck the chicken in, and left it for a bit. When she turned back around to look at Willow, she noticed a tightness to her shoulders. Max rose an eyebrow and walked over to her, but didn't reach out to touch her. Max got the feeling Willow wasn't one to be touched when her mood was dark. "Are you okay?"

Then she had an idea. "You know what we need? She practically ran to the couch grabbed her phone and scrolled through her music. "Music. Otherwise, it's all just so quiet." She selected an upbeat song and let it play while they moved about the kitchen. She wasn't typically one to dance, but with alcohol in her system, she allowed it. It wasn't that she was a bad dancer she just... didn't really... dance. Her dancing usually involved jumping up and down. Without her boots, she slid across the floor with her socks as she worked on boiling the noodles, warming the sauce, and checking on the meat.

At one point, she was even twirling, her skirt whirling around her. Max! Twirling! Wouldn't Dinah be surprised when she told her-- Max stopped so short she slipped and tumbled to the floor. She realized she could never tell Dinah. At least... not physically. Max wasn't sure she believed that those in the afterlife could hear them and see them unless they were a ghost, but she was certainly willing to try.

Man, she needed another drink.

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xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow found the temptation to turn and snap at Max to turn the music off almost overwhelming. She didn't need reminding of what had happened, not like this. It had been so long, and it was still so raw. She kept chopping, and scraped the leaves into the butter, before grabbing a fork and starting to mix it all together. She wasn't even letting herself look at Max. She needed to stay focused on what she was doing, because if she wasn't careful, electricity was going to start crackling around her hands, and she didn't want that. She took another deep breath and started spreading the butter on the bread. She happened to glance over at Max just as the other girl took a tumble to the floor. Willow made her way over to the other girl, grinning despite herself.

"And you were complaining because I was making your drinks too weak?" She remarked with a smirk. "No more alcohol before food," she chastised, a teasing grin still on her face. She held out a hand to pull her to her feet. The anger was gone, however briefly. It came in flashes and waves, a wound nearly healed stretched a little too tight. For a moment, she questioned if helping the heroes would ever be the right thing, if letting them die was just justice for what they had done. And then she brought herself back to reality and to Max. "Sliding around on this floor really isn't the best idea. Learned that the hard way in my first week living here."

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At first, Max didn't look up at Willow. She didn't want her to see the sadness beginning to settle over her shoulders once more. Honestly, she should've known better. Even with alcohol in her system, she couldn't escape her grief. A light sob shook her shoulders, but she gulped the rest back, took a deep breath, and took Willow's hand accepting her help up. She smiled softly at Willow, attempting to return to her chipper self. The smirk on the woman's face helped a little. "Thanks," She said quietly, "But it wasn't the alcohol. I just..." She paused and rubbed the back of her head, her fingers catching in the dark strands of her hair. "I thought about Dinah." She walked over to the counter and hopped up on it using the space by the sink as a stool. "You know... I actually swore off drinking?"

"The last time I had gotten super shit faced, Dinah had taken me out. To this day, I don't even remember the reason, but I know it was to cheer me up. Maybe it's back when I figured out I wouldn't have the funds to go to medical school so I settled for lesser education, but anyway," She waved her hand as if swatting away a fly, "She had taken me to the gay bar downtown: Fragrance, because I-well... I swing both ways. Anyway, she knew guys tend to intimidate me sometimes--sometimes--so she figured girls would help. And at first it was a couple light drinks, but she paid the bartender to absolutely knock me on my ass." She laughed a little to herself at the memory. "And I was sooo far gone after that and I was sick as hell the next day. Swore off drinking. Well... until now apparently. But what I was thinking about was how... after that incident, it was really hard for her to get me to dance because I don't... really dance. But here I am, twirling in your kitchen and I thought "Just wait until I tell Dinah" and it hit me that-- that I can't. And the realization I guess knocked me on my ass." She finally looked at Willow, worried she looked as pathetic as she felt. "Graceful, huh?"

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Willow. The woman was beautiful. In both the traditional sense and in her own ways. She may be a villain, and she may hate heroes, but she was... well good. She cared about other people. Hell, she cared about Max and she was practically a stranger. If she didn't, why was she in her apartment? She tilted her head back, attempting to avoid letting the tears fall and forced a smile. "Ugh, god. I must look so pathetic to you." Well... while she may be feeling her grief again, there was still no filter between her brain and her mouth. Great.

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow returned to the cooking as Max spoke, but kept watching her. She smiled a little at the story. She'd had friends do that when she was down, and similarly, she'd dragged her friends out when they were feeling sorry for themselves. She raised an eyebrow as Max mentioned that she swung both ways. She did too- a slight preference to women, but she had never been that picky.

She looked away when she started to see Max's eyes filling up. "No. You don't look pathetic. You're grieving. And that shit hurts," she said, reaching for her own drink and taking a mouthful out of it. And then she sighed, grabbing the defrosted chicken and starting to cut it.

"I lost my parents when I was eighteen. They were heroes. And they were everything heroes should be. There isn't many like them left around anymore. So they were out on a call. I... can't remember what it was. Somebody told me but I went into shock after the nurses told me... well, after they told me. But there was a good few heroes there. And something went wrong when my parents were in there. And... the others thought they had to make a choice. Who lives and who dies. If they'd just taken one goddamn minute to analyse the situation, they would have seen that they could have saved everyone. But those-" She forced herself to stop, take a breath, and calm down. "They didn't. They went off of their 'instincts'. They didn't even consider the situation for a moment, and my parents died. I... just shut down. I sat in my room, analysing and thinking and looking at the situation in as many ways as possible, and they should have saved them. It was in their best interests. But they didn't. And I went, and I told them this. I advised them to reconsider their strategies, offered to help. They all but laughed in my face. I asked for help, for support. Emotions had messed with my powers before. They refused. I had nothing. When I had myself locked in my room, overanalysing, overthinking, wrecking my head, I had nobody. Nobody came and let me cry or scream and shout. Nobody handed me a drink and told me it was going to be okay. And... I'm still a complete mess. I'm so goddamn angry about it." She looked up at Max. "Don't do that to yourself. If you need to cry, cry. If you need to break things, I'll divert your attention to the things I'm not attached to. But don't let it fester."

She downed the rest of her drink and made herself another while the chicken cooked in the pan. After a couple of minutes in silence, she smirked to herself. "You know, it's very likely you could have run into me at some point in Fragrance. I've dragged friends there on multiple occasions."

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Max opened her mouth to argue that she was pathetic, but then Willow started to tell a story. As she listened, she swirled the rest of her drink and then finished it. She immediately wanted another, but decided it was probably best to wait a bit before consuming more. Probably best to eat first if Max was being honest with herself. While she wanted to drown her sorrows, she didn't want to lose complete control of herself. Willow's story broke her heart and sent waves of guilt through her. And sympathy. Not pity. Sympathy.

She didn't get to know her parents. She had spent her childhood in foster home after foster home. She never had anyone to ask about her parents. Who they were or what they did. Even when she asked she got different or vague answers. She couldn't imagine having them and losing them in an accident. Especially one that could've been prevented. Heroes weren't perfect. She had known her fair share of heroes who only did good things because they got good things from it. They're as good as villains really. But her parent's? They... sounded like Max. Not that Willow would see things that way. If...when she told Willow who she was... would she really hate her? Max hadn't lost family that she had spent time with and cared for. But she had lost friends. She had lost Dinah. And that pain... was already unbearable.

She moved silently off of her spot on the counter and made her way over to Willow who had just finished making another drink. And she did something she didn't think anyone had really done for her since her parent's died. She wrapped her up in her arms and hugged her tightly. She allowed herself to cry a little, but the hug was mainly for Willow. Willow was never allowed to work through her feelings with someone. Who let it fester into an infection of absolute loathing for the group of people responsible. Max squeezed a little in the hug. Not enough to hurt, but enough to convey just how absolutely sorry she was for Willow's pain. It wasn't something she had personally caused, but something she felt responsible for. As a hero. Not that she really was one anymore.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Willow," She whispered into her shoulder. "And for your pain. I know I didn't cause it... and I can't even imagine how it feels to lose your parents... but I still..." She wanted to explain. She wanted to tell Willow the truth. That she wasn't apologizing for herself but all heroes as well. For the heroes who probably hadn't apologized to the mourning little girl, but instead, acted as if it was business as usual. "I never knew my parents so mourning... mourning them was never something I needed to do, but if it's anything like this... If it hurt as much if not more than this... Than I'm sorry you ever had to go through that."

"People aren't perfect. No matter how much heroes try to be they're not, but they shouldn't have laughed at you. They should've listened and I'm sorry they didn't. Heroes should be better than that." Her tone darkened, but then she continued, her tone lighter, "I'm... here for you, okay? If you hadn't... If you hadn't been here for me from the start of this, I would probably be passed out somewhere in a ditch after getting so drunk I couldn't even remember my name." She released her and stepped back about two feet to give Willow some room. She didn't think the woman was one who liked to be touched. "So thank you," She smiled softly, a little sadly too, and then went back to work on the noodles and the sauce which were almost done.

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
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Willow wasn't usually a hugging person. But when Max hugged her, she found herself oddly close to tears, and found herself almost a little disappointed when Max stepped away. But her words had seemed to have come from the heart. She meant it. And Max didn't seem to harbour the same amount of spite and anger that Willow did, and she was glad to see that. Sometimes Willow worried if she was getting too angry. But then there was times when it was all that was powering her.

"Let's just pass out on the couch instead," she said in response to Max's comment about being passed out in a ditch somewhere, and raised her glass as she continued to stir the chicken around the pan. "I would offer to bring you out to get so drunk we don't have to think or be angry or sad, but I don't think it's totally safe to be doing that right now. So you're stuck with me for the evening. But we have alcohol and food, so at the end of the day, what more do we really need?" She remarked with a grin as she pressed on a piece of chicken with the spatula to see if it was cooked. Happy enough that it was, she emptied it into the sauce and left the pan in the sink.

"So. What do you want to do for the evening? Besides get ridiculously drunk, I mean."

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Max found herself smirking as Willow suggested they pass out on the couch instead. She carefully pulled a noodle out of the pot with the spoon she was stirring with and tossed it at the nearest vertical surface, which turned out to be the fridge, to see if the pasta was finished cooking. The noodle stuck and Max grinned. Pasta was done. By the looks of the chicken it looked like dinner was just around the corner. She made her way over to the sink to drain the noodles before going back to the stove and putting the pot down long enough to dump the sauce into it. She accidentally poured too quickly and ended up splattering a bit of it on her shirt, face, and a little bit even on her skirt. She cursed colorfully and wiped at her shirt and skirt, but didn't realize there was any on her face.

Without much preamble, she turned and grinned at Willow. "Dinner time." She looked around the kitchen realizing she wasn't sure where the plates were and requested, "Think you could grab plates? And do you want to eat at the table..." she gestured towards the table in the room with a nod of her head. "Or the couch?" She stirred the contents together real quick to make sure everything was properly mixed.

"As for dinner entertainment, if we're planning on getting really shit faced, we could always play a game. It's called Truth or Drink. Kind of like truth or dare only... obviously you drink." She shrugged. "But are you really wanting that? Weren't you worried about abilities getting out of control? I mean I established it won't be a problem for me, but what about you?" Then she explained why she even wanted to play in the first place. "I figured it would be a good way for us to know each other a little better. I mean we are working together on this and you're letting me stay in your apartment.. you trusted me with your real name and your friend. And yet we still know very little about each other. What do you think?"

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


At Max's request, Willow produced two plates and retrieved the garlic bread from the oven, placing some on the edge of each plate. "You better retrieve that pasta from my fridge, young lady," she teased. "I will not have you throwing food around my kitchen." She stopped as she realised that Max had some sauce on her face. "You have a bit of sauce on your cheek." She said with a grin as she took a plate and brought it over to the couch.

"I know my limits. I have to get pretty freaking drunk before I lose control, and I don't plan on drinking quite that much. And yeah, that sounds good. Besides, you will still have no evidence that I am Spectre, so it's not like you can bring the police to my door," she added with a laugh and a wink. The alcohol was sitting comfortably in her own system. Just enough that she was starting to loosen up a little, but she was still in perfect control. She had plenty of time before she got so drunk she was at risk of losing control, which tended to be when she was close to blacking out anyway.

She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd done this. Just made dinner and had drinks with somebody, and played dumb drinking games. Sure, she'd had friends around and they'd done similar things, but it was kinda different when it was a bunch of your work friends or your villain friends. This was nice. For a moment, it made her wish that she could just have a normal life for once. That this could be a frequent part of her life.

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Max grinned broadly as she plucked the noodle from the side of the fridge. A part of her wanted to purr something along the lines of oh you won't will you? in response to her food throwing, but she knew that while Willow was allowing Max to stay there, eat there, and drink up her liquor, she was a guest. And she should behave as such. So instead she tossed the noodle into the trash, grabbed the pot of pasta and a dish towel and brought it over to the couch. She set the dish towel down first--as well as she could with one hand--and then placed the pot on top so that way it wouldn't heat the table and cause any damage.

Then she realized that Willow had carried her own plate over and went back to the kitchen to get her own. A nice warm slice of garlic bread was on top. She smiled at it and brought both the plate with the bread and her drink as well as a large serving spoon. She sat next to Willow on the couch and spooned a couple spoonfuls of pasta onto her place. Then, without much preamble, she dug in. She nearly moaned with pleasure at their combined dinner efforts. "Man we make a mean meal together." Then she realized she still had pasta sauce on her face and rubbed at her cheeks with the back of her hand, but she kept missing it. She figured her face was going to get messy anyway, so she decided to give it up. If it bothered Willow that much, she'd have to get it then.

She took a sip of her drink to wash down the pasta and said, "I guess the 'drink' part of the game will have to be from our own drinks, because something tells me, shots aren't going to be a thing tonight." She smirked, raising an eyebrow at Willow. She felt a little guilty for drinking the woman's alcohol. Some of this stuff probably wasn't cheap. She looked down at her glass. "Actually," She said, a little sadly, "We don't have to play if you don't want to. Honestly I shouldn't be drinking all your liquor. This shit gets expensive." She took another forkful of pasta and stuffed into her mouth without saying another word. She was trying to fight off the rising guilt. Man, she was too good of a person sometimes.

When she finished she did say, "If you do want to play, you should ask a question first. It is your apartment after all."

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow grinned as she started eating. The food was really good, and maybe that was just because she was hungry. Max kept missing the spot of sauce, and Willow just rolled her eyes with a smirk as she took a sip of her drink. And then Max started talking about the game they were planning on playing. She rolled her eyes again as Max said they didn't have to drink.

"Oh, please. I don't just want to sit here in silence on my laptop, we may as well have a few drinks while we're here. We don't have to do shots. And I'll just use the cheap alcohol, we'll be fine." She added with a wink as she cleaned over to get the spot of sauce off of Max's face. "We deserve a bit of fun, right?" She said, holding her a position for a few seconds with a smirk. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Willow really couldn't shake the feeling that if they'd met under any other circumstances, Willow would have been flirting a lot more.

"Okay. What's your ability? You seem pretty convinced it won't go out of control. I'm curious to know what it is," she asked, leaning back in her seat and continued eating. She needed to remain chill and composed. In reality, she was a little nervous about what could come out in this, especially as she got drunker and drunker. She was honest, and ideally, she wouldn't get drunk at all. But she had no idea what kind of questions Max was going to ask.

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Max smirked as she watched Willow roll her eyes at her comments. When Willow reached over to wipe the sauce from her cheek, Max could swear her heart stopped for a second. When it continued, it beat forcefully in her chest. Her touch was light as it lingered for a moment and their eyes met. Max's eyes dipped down to Willow's lips for a split second and she looked away, her cheeks heating. Willow went back to her pasta and Max agreed quietly, "Yeah. Some fun..." Her cheek tingled from the touch. She tired her best to ignore it.

Max cleared her throat and brought another forkful of pasta up to her mouth just as Willow asked her question. If Max was being honest, that was the question she expected to get the most. In fact, she was almost surprised Willow hadn't already asked. But, Max finished her bite and said, "Supersonic Scream." She said it matter-of-factly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Which is why I said I don't lose control of it. But I can lose it. If I don't have a voice, I don't have a scream." She ate another bite of pasta, and this time, added a bite of garlic bread with it. "And I don't think your ability has anything to do with food but this bread..." She pointed at Willow with her bread. "Is magic."

She sat back against the couch, facing Willow and said, "I think that's a good question for you, too."

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Supersonic Scream made sense, and explained why she couldn't lose control, but could lose the ability itself. It was an interesting one, something she'd never actually encountered. She'd never even ran into anything like it. It was an interesting concept, one she'd love to study if she ever got the chance. The physical waves, the properties of the waves themselves... it could be really interesting.

She laughed as Max complimented her garlic bread, shrugging. "Honestly, it's simple enough to make. I've been told the garlic is too strong, but I just tell those people tat they're actually just too weak," She said with a laugh. "And my ability is electrokinesis. The control, manipulation, and generation of electricity." She said. To demonstrate, she raised one hand and let arcs jump between her fingers. "I'm basically a human taser and power bank in one. It has its uses," she remarked with a shrug and a laugh.

She took a mouthful of pasta as she thought of her next question, trying to come up with something a little more... fun than that. Then she got an idea that totally sober her mightn't have said, but that the alcohol in her system encouraged her. "How much... luck have you had when it comes to Fragrance? And other gay bars," She asked, sitting back with a smirk as she sipped at her drink.

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Max was growing attached to the sound of Willow's laughter. It was probably the purest sound she had ever heard from the woman. There was no sarcasm in it. No hatred. Just... amusement. Happiness even. Every time she heard it, a soft smile came to her face and she tried to contemplate ways to make her laugh some more. Apparently, the secret was saying dumb things. If that's all it took, she could accomplish her goal.

She sat up a little straighter as Willow demonstrated her power for Max. She had never really known a pure elementalist. Which sounds magic-y, but she was always told that those who could control the elements in their purest forms (a.k.a. Water, fire, earth, and air as well as their strongest subcategories of ice and energy) were known as elementalists. As far as Max knew, they were powerful abilities to have and way more impressive than the ability to scream at a sonic level. She could technically use it while she sang, too, but it took a lot of focus.

Max watched in awe as the sparks danced around Willow's fingers for a moment. "That's amazing," she said quietly. Then she looked up and made eye contact with the woman. That's when Willow decided to ask her next question. A question that had Max stammering--actually stammering--in surprise as she made her best attempt to answer. When that didn't work, she cleared her throat and laughed uncomfortably as she scratched at the back of her head. "I think it depends on what you mean by luck." She took a small sip of her drink. It wasn't that she was picking "drink" for their truth or drink... it was that she needed a bit more of the ol' liquid courage. It wasn't that Max was ashamed or even hiding her sexuality. It was just something that didn't come up very often in conversation.

"If by "luck" you mean getting a girl's number which turns into a lasting relationship? Honestly, not much. If you mean "luck" as in making out with a bunch of girls and possible one night stands. A few. Pretty much always when I've had too much to drink." Max's face was a deep red now and not from the alcohol in her system. "I'm very..." She cleared her throat again, "Promiscuous? When I've had too much to drink." She laid her head back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "Honestly, it's not that way with only girls. I just feel safer. Less likely to be...hurt. Women don't often do another woman dirty, you know?"

She looked at her glass a moment, and watched Willow out of the corner of her eye. Then she set the glass down on the table. She'll break from that for now. She took another forkful of pasta and shoved into her mouth, letting the carbs soak up some of the alcohol in her system. The thought a long moment. Honestly, she thought about asking Willow the same question, her curiosity getting the better of her. Instead, she decided to change it up a bit, "How many people have you been with?"

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