16468/Scarlet Getaway of Doom Part Deux

Scarlet Getaway of Doom Part Deux
Date of Scene:	09 August 2024
Location:	Santorini Greece
Synopsis:	A date from Doom in romantic Santorini turns into a test of wits with the alluring Queen of Chaos.
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Doctor Doom

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Scarlet Witch has posed:
In the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the open balcony doors of her Santorini resort room, Wanda Maximoff stood before a full-length mirror, the anticipation of the night ahead evident in her eyes. The gentle breeze from the Aegean Sea carried the scent of salt and distant jasmine, adding to the serene ambiance of the room.

She stepped into the gown, the rich, deep crimson fabric caressing her skin as she pulled it up over her shoulders. The bodice fit like a second skin, the intricate beadwork and embroidery catching the light with every movement, making her seem as though she were adorned in stardust. Wanda adjusted the off-the-shoulder neckline, her fingers lightly tracing the delicate embroidery that danced along the edges.

Turning slightly, she admired the way the gown flowed down into a full, A-line skirt, the layers of tulle and chiffon creating a soft, ethereal silhouette that moved like the waves of the Aegean Sea. The thigh-high slit offered a glimpse of her long, graceful leg, adding a hint of sensuality to the elegant ensemble.

Wanda reached for the final touch---a gossamer sash that she carefully wrapped around the back of her neck, letting it cascade down her forearms. The sash, nearly weightless, added an additional layer of sophistication to her look, the sheer fabric shimmering as it caught the light, creating an almost magical aura around her.

With a final glance in the mirror, Wanda smiled at her reflection. The gown, with its subtle Grecian motifs and delicate gold-threaded embroidery, perfectly captured the essence of the evening ahead---a blend of elegance, mystique, and the enchanting beauty of a Grecian night.

She gathered her clutch and slipped into a pair of gold heels that complemented the gown, her steps light and confident as she made her way towards the door. Just before leaving, she paused at the mirror once more, smoothing a strand of her rich auburn hair behind her ear. With a contented sigh, Wanda turned, her gown swirling gently around her, and made her way out of the room, ready for a night of adventure and allure.

Doctor Doom has posed:
Victor von Doom was not one to spend time debating his attire. When he had decided upon this trip, he packed appropriate clothing, even knowing that he had every intention of spending it alone.

Things change. And he was surprised to find that it was for the better. Wanda's company had added to day, not detracted from it.

He wore a long sleeved linen button down shirt, in a soft green, the top two buttons left undone, while the sleeves had been rolled up around his elbows. He wore a silver watch around his left wrist, clock facing out, and a decorative chain around his right, also in silver.

His trousers were an off white linen, cinched at the waist by a brown belt with a silver buckle. On his feet he had a pair of classy brown suede loafers.

He kept a jacket under one arm, as it was known to get chilly late at night, but it wasn't necessary right now.

He had agreed to meet Wanda at the restaurant, but instead, he made sure to be outside her room as she was leaving.

As he saw her emerge, he took in her outfit and her beauty. "Wanda, you are extraordinary. That dress truly brings out the color of your eyes." Offering his elbow to her, "shall we?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda stepped into the softly lit hallway, the gentle rustling of her gown the only sound as she made her way towards the waiting figure at the end. Her heart quickened slightly as she approached, the anticipation of the evening swirling around her like the warm breeze of the Aegean Sea.

As she neared, she took in the sight of Victor von Doom, impeccably dressed for the occasion, Wanda's lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes reflecting her appreciation for his choice of attire. "Victor," she said softly, her voice warm with admiration, "you look absolutely striking this evening. The suit suits you perfectly."

She could see the faintest hint of satisfaction in his eyes, though his expression remained composed as always. Without hesitation, she stepped closer as he offered his elbow, linking her arm with his in a graceful, fluid motion. The warmth of his arm against hers was both grounding and comforting, and she found herself feeling more at ease, the tension of the day melting away as they prepared to step into the night together.

With a final, appreciative glance at him, Wanda allowed herself to be led, her heart lighter than it had been in some time, ready to embrace whatever the evening would bring.

Doctor Doom has posed:
He could have worn his armor, but he did not relish the idea of drinking his dinner through a straw, and as he had already revealed his face to her, a rare gesture indeed, and one that seemed to have been taken for the effort it was, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the English said.

"Thank you, I do not dress this way often. Latveria's summers simply do not have the weather for it. I had considered bringing the Earth closer to the sun, but that seemed extreme, even for me."

He spoke in such a straightforward tone, he must have been joking, but it was hard to tell except by context and common sense.

He led her towards the elevator at the end of the hall, only breaking his arm contact with her to press the button. He could have had a Doombot do that, but he wanted as close to a tropical vacation experience as he could get.

"I hope you found your suite to be adequate." His was just down the hall from hers.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda walked gracefully beside Victor, her arm comfortably entwined with his, each step in sync as they moved together down the corridor. The soft echo of their footsteps was a gentle accompaniment to the evening air, filled with the scent of the sea and the promise of a memorable night.

As they strolled, Victor made a comment, joking about the grand gesture of bringing the Earth closer to the sun. Wanda couldn't help but chuckle, the sound light and melodic. "While it's a rather romantic gesture," she teased with a playful smile, "perhaps you should save that for a 40th anniversary gift."

She glanced at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Though, you could use a bit more sun. If you keep staying in that suit, I might start mistaking you for a vampire---if I didn't know better, of course."

Wanda's smile widened as she added, "By the way, did you know I've met Count Dracula? Quite the experience, I assure you."

Victor's inquiry about her room being to her liking brought a softer, appreciative smile to her lips. "Oh yes, it's lovely," she affirmed. "Everything is just perfect."

With that, she allowed herself to relax further into his presence, the warmth of his arm against hers and the shared humor lightening the mood as they continued on their way.

Doctor Doom has posed:
A romantic gesture he thought to himself, and a fortieth anniversary gift. She was putting curious notions into his head. Doom had his people, his lofty ambitions, but he had never seriously considered such things. He knew that there would be time, and he had other, more pressing matters to attend to.

And besides, she was an Avenger. They had tried to impede so much of his good work. She had mentioned that should anything come of this, he would still have his efforts, she hers, and if they clashed, then so be it. They were adult enough not to let it take away from, whatever it was they had.

"Oh yes, I am well aware, though I have not had the pleasure, personally. How does he compare to the legends?" Come to think of it, how does Doom?

The ride down was quick, and with a woosh, they stepped out, passing the lobby with a vacant bar, save for a Doombot bartender, walked by a stage with seating for perhaps two hundred, but again, only a few Doombots. And then headed to the Japanese restaurant, called Kyoto. A Doombot greeted them, "ah, we have been expecting you, Doctor Doom and Lady Maximoff."

As they approached their table, the real Victor would pull out a chair for her, "allow me."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda continued her elegant trek alongside Victor, their pace unhurried as they enjoyed the evening. The gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea and the distant hum of nightfall in Santorini, adding to the atmosphere of their stroll.

As he questioned about Dracula's mettle, Wanda tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Surprisingly, he is quite troubled," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "He confided in me about wanting to rid himself of his condition and trusted me to help him do it."

She waved a dismissive hand, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Of course, I'm certain it was just a ploy to take me as a new bride. Had he tried, I would have hexed his teeth into very interesting twin body organs that would likely make walking very, very discomforting."

Her tone was light, but there was an edge to her words, a glimpse of the Scarlet Witch's possibility for ruthless brutality in avenging. Teleporting one's teeth into the genitals is oft a shuddering image.

Upon arrival, as Victor escorted her with the same air of gentlemanly care, guiding her to their table and pulled out her chair, Wanda gave him a warm smile, her gratitude evident.

"Thank you, Victor," she said softly, settling into her seat with graceful ease. Her gaze remained on him for a moment longer, a silent appreciation for the evening they were about to share.

Doctor Doom has posed:
She was so full of surprises. He listened to her describe Dracula's condition, "it could be done," he said bluntly, with no room for wiggling. "But some unfortunate soul would have to take his place, as he once did for Varnae. For Vampires, like humans, there must always be a master."

When she talked about teleporting Dracula's teeth into his genitals, Doom laughed, and he laughed heartedly. His whole chest heaved with it. "That would be painful. So, you do not wish to become a bride." He touched his glass of water, "a pity. I imagine you would look stunning in white lace." He smiled, was he hitting, teasing, or something else?

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda sat at the table, the ambient light casting a warm glow over the elegant setting. As Victor explained his thoughts on removing Dracula's condition, she couldn't help but smile, a playful light dancing in her eyes. She lifted her hand, lightly shaking a finger in the air, her gesture both gentle and teasing.

"For a moment or two," she began, her tone thoughtful, "I considered the possibility of using the Montesi Formula. It did cross my mind." She paused, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of her glass as she continued, "But the Darkhold is something I would strive to stay away from. There's no telling what the nature of that book might twist me to do." Also, the genocide of an entire race is a thing too. Even creatures such as vampires. Still, Wanda can be savage.

Victor's remark about whether she did not wish to be a bride lingered in the air. Wanda responded with a soft chuckle, her hands gracefully arranging the napkin on her lap. "I do not wish to be a bride of Dracula," she stated, her voice clear and firm. "A life of eternal subservience and a parasitic existence is absolutely not for me."

She picked up her glass, taking a delicate sip, her eyes meeting Victor's with a hint of challenge. "However," she added, setting the glass down with a gentle clink, "if a worthy enough man came along, perhaps they might sweep me off my feet." Her smile was soft, almost inviting, as she settled back into her seat, ready for the evening to unfold.

Doctor Doom has posed:
"You did well to resist it's appeal. Some things come with too high a price. That book, those forces, are not to be trifled with." Which pretty much means that Doctor Doom planned to trifle with them at his convenience.

The waiter, yet another Doombot, would ask them what they would like to drink. Doom asked what the chef recommended to pair with the meal. It was somehow fascinating and amusing to see Doom converse with himself.

Though once their orders were placed, and the Doombot had departed, he rose, walking around the table, extended his hand, and asked, "may I have this dance?" Intending to dance to the soft background music with her, hand in hand.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda fixed Victor with a pointed look, her eyes peering slightly as if she were reading his thoughts. Of course, she wasn't actually reading his mind, but the way he spoke about the Darkhold told her everything she needed to know. There was an intensity in his words, a subtle hint of curiosity that she recognized all too well.

Setting her drink on the table with a soft clink, Wanda spoke with a tone of knowing caution. "I know what you're thinking, Victor," she said, her voice steady and firm. "And I advise against it." Her gaze held his for a moment longer, as if to emphasize the weight of her words.

But then, she seemed to digress, her expression softening as the moment passed. When Victor offered his hand for a dance, Wanda's lips curled into a gracious smile. She placed her hand in his, her touch light but confident. "I'd be delighted," she said, her voice warm and inviting as she rose from her seat to join him in the dance.

Doctor Doom has posed:
He could not be anything but who and what he is. Doom is a good and well meaning man with ambition and an interest in power, no matter it's form. He had a will to dominate and control. But he was not cruel about it.

"If you know me so well," he asked, while dancing, he made a follow up question, "then, what are my intentions for this vacation?"

It was a challenge. He was enjoying it immensely, but he wanted to see if she might wilt under social pressure such as this. What was her mettle like? Was it as stern as his, or perhaps sterner?

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda placed her hand in Victor's, feeling the firm yet measured grip as he led her toward the dancefloor. Her steps were fluid and graceful, her gown trailing softly behind her as they moved in unison. The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, the soft music and dim lighting creating an intimate space where only they existed for this brief moment.

As they reached the center of the floor, Wanda turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and insight. She allowed a moment to pass, letting the anticipation build before she finally spoke, her voice soft yet laced with cleverness.

"Well," she began, her tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness. "I believe you've come to Santorini with an elaborate plan---perhaps to manipulate the volcanic energy beneath the island, turning it into a devastating weapon to hold the world ransom. Or maybe to harness the ancient magical ley lines that intersect here, amplifying your powers tenfold and bending reality to your will."

She paused, watching for his reaction, before continuing with a sly smile. "But I suspect your intentions have altered since then. Now, it seems you have set your sights on something far more unpredictable---courting Chaos."

Her smile widened slightly, a knowing look in her eyes as she leaned in just a fraction closer. "That, Victor, can be a dangerous venture, even for the great Doom. I suggest you tread carefully, lest you lose yourself to the very Chaos you seek to court."

She let her words hang in the air, the sly smile still on her lips as they began to dance, the music guiding their movements, and the unspoken challenge lingering between them.

Doctor Doom has posed:
Now that was unexpected. As he listened to her plans, he thought them over, considering them not as a joke, but analyzing them for their potential effectiveness.

Shaking his head in the negstive, "Oh no, the tectonic plates are far more pliable in other areas of this world. Though I do appreciate the suggestion."

He dipped her in time with the music at one point, eyes lingering on her own, before pulling back, doing a spin.

And then he asked, "and what makes you think that I haven't already amplified my powers thusly in an effort to alter reality to create the ideal circumstances for this courtship?" Oh, he was playing with fire.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
As they moved effortlessly across the dancefloor, Wanda couldn't help but chuckle softly at Doom's comment. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on his.

"Oh, Victor," she began, her voice laced with playful contradiction, "you underestimate the unique power of Santorini. The volcanic energy here is ancient, raw, and unpredictable---much like Chaos itself. The tectonic plates beneath this island may not seem as pliable as others, but they hold a power that is more potent than you might think. A power that, if harnessed correctly, could reshape more than just the landscape."

Wanda leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a knowing whisper as they continued to move in perfect sync. "Nice try, Victor. But if anyone could tell if reality had been altered, it would be me. I can feel the very fabric of this world, the threads of fate and destiny. And trust me, I would know if they had been tampered with."

She let her words linger between them, the subtle challenge in her tone matched by the confident glint in her eyes. "But I appreciate the effort," she added with a soft, almost teasing smile, allowing the dance to carry them further into the night, the unspoken tension between them heightening the allure of their shared moment.

Doctor Doom has posed:
As they glide across the floor, moving with a fluid grace that matches the rhythm of the dance, his gaze never leaves Wanda's captivating eyes. His voice is a low, teasing murmur, rich with a blend of amusement and admiration. "Your wit rivals your beauty, Wanda. If only your reality-bending skills could help me navigate these treacherous waters of flirtation." His words hang between them, charged with a magnetic intensity, as he draws closer, his hand slipping around her waist with a possessive, yet gentle touch.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
As the music swirled around them and their movements became more fluid, Wanda's expression grew more contemplative. Her gaze was steady as she met Doom's eyes, the playful banter between them giving way to something deeper.

"Victor," she began, her voice soft yet firm, "casual flirtations are trivial with someone like me. If your intentions are genuine, if you truly wish to pursue something meaningful, then you would initiate something far more profound---something akin to the dance of Courtly Love."

She allowed a brief pause, her words carrying weight as she continued to move with him. "Courtly Love is no mere dalliance. It's a path marked by deep admiration, respect, and the gradual building of a bond that transcends the ordinary. It's about proving one's worth through actions, not just words. It's about a journey of the heart, where both parties engage in a dance of honor, service, and devotion."

Wanda's eyes never left his, the intensity in her gaze reflecting the seriousness of her words. "If your intentions are true, Victor, then you would know that this isn't a game. It's a test of character, a challenge to rise above the mundane and engage in something far more meaningful."

As the dance carried them across the floor, Wanda's voice softened, but her message remained clear. "So, if you wish to pursue this path with me, know that it requires more than mere flirtation. It demands sincerity, patience, and a willingness to engage in a deeper, more sacred connection. Only then can we see if this dance is truly worth continuing."

She let the finality of her words linger as they moved together, the subtle challenge and invitation embedded in her speech, leaving the next move in his hands.

Doctor Doom has posed:
Victor's steely brown eyes locked onto Wanda's, a glint of challenge, and intrigue, in their depths. "Ah, Wanda," he said, his voice low and resonant, "dancing with you is a pleasure that defies simple words. The allure of your presence is undeniable, and the magnetic pull between us speaks volumes. Yet, even in the midst of such captivating enchantment, I find myself bound by the intricate dance of caution. My world is one of ambition and power, where permanence is a concept often fraught with complexities."

He took a step closer, his fingers brushing against hers as they moved in sync. "As tempting as it is to surrender to the seductive rhythm of our connection, I must temper my enthusiasm with the wisdom of experience. The prospect of intertwining our fates is as enthralling as it is daunting. For now, let us revel in the dance and the moment, and allow time to reveal the true potential of what might unfold between us. The future remains a tantalizing mystery, and I am intrigued by the journey we might explore together."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda's gaze remained locked with Victor's, her eyes shimmering with a mix of allure and contemplation. His words, rich with both challenge and intrigue, stirred something deep within her---a recognition of the profound complexities that lay between them.

As they moved together, her fingers brushed against his, a subtle but deliberate touch that lingered just a moment longer than necessary. A soft, knowing smile played on her lips, and she allowed herself to lean in slightly closer, their proximity charged with an electric tension.

"Victor," she began, her voice a soft murmur, seductive in its tone yet carrying the weight of deep reflection, "the pursuit of romance between us is anything but simple. We are both creatures of ambition, of power, each driven by our own desires and goals. The world you inhabit is one of precision, control, and dominance. Mine... well, mine dances on the edge of chaos, where emotions and magic intertwine in ways that are both beautiful and dangerous."

She paused, letting the rhythm of their movements punctuate her words, her gaze never wavering from his. "To intertwine our fates would be to merge two vastly different worlds---each with its own allure, but also with its own set of challenges. There would be a constant push and pull between our natures, a dance of shadows and light, where the lines between love and power could easily blur."

Wanda's smile deepened, a mix of playfulness and seriousness. "But isn't that what makes the prospect so intoxicating? The complexity, the potential for both greatness and downfall. The pros and cons are as clear as the daylight and the night. On one hand, we could inspire each other to new heights, a partnership unlike any other, where power and passion blend into something extraordinary."

She took a slight step closer, her body brushing against his as she tilted her head, her voice lowering to a near whisper. "On the other hand, the very things that draw us together could also tear us apart. The clash of our wills, the inevitable conflicts---those could be our undoing."

With a gentle touch, she let her fingers trace the edge of his hand, her eyes gleaming with both caution and invitation. "So yes, Victor, the difficulty of such a pursuit is undeniable. But that very difficulty is what makes it worth considering, don't you think? The deeper the complexity, the greater the reward---or the fall. It's a gamble, one that neither of us takes lightly."

She offered him a sultry smile, a promise of both challenge and allure. "But for now, let's continue this dance, see where it leads us, and allow the night to unfold its secrets. The journey, after all, is as important as the destination. And I am very intrigued by the journey we might explore together."