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Clark Kent	Superman floats above New York. The cacophony of noise often hard to pick up on specifics. However, certain things will stick out. One of those being a familiar voice that has answers. "Wanda?" Superman asks. He knows she's in the magical offshoot of the League. However, they haven't really talked. Her reputation is something that always stands out. Focusing, he'll fly to the source. At first on this simple sunny day, Superman disregards where she could be. As the sanctum gets larger and larger, reality hits him. The Sanctum. A place highly regarded in the magical world. On top of respect, Superman is susceptible to magic. So, when he lands at the door to the place, the hero doesn't just walk in. Superman knocks and waits outside the building. It may seem like an odd sight to those inside and outside of the building. The eyes sprawl up at the place. Superman respects whatever wards, spells, and anything else for the univited.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda Maximoff, also known as the Scarlet Witch, felt a sense of peace and focus within the hallowed halls of Dr. Strange's mystical sanctum. The ancient library, filled with countless tomes of arcane knowledge, was her sanctuary. She sat at a grand, oaken table, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols in a mystical tome she was studying. The quiet hum of enchanted objects and the faint flicker of magical wards created an atmosphere ripe for deep concentration.     As she delved deeper into the secrets of the tome, the firm knock echoed through the sanctum. Wanda's eyes flicked up from the pages, curiosity piquing her senses. She stood, the tome closing with a gentle thud, and made her way through the winding corridors. Each step was accompanied by the subtle rustle of her scarlet lounging robe.     Reaching the front door, Wanda took a moment to gather her thoughts. With a wave of her hand, the heavy door creaked open, revealing the visitor outside. The sanctum, ever a place of mystery, seemed to hold its breath as she greeted the newcomer. "Hello?" Upon seeing the nature of the guest, Wanda looks a bit on the surprised side. "Oh! I wasn't expecting visitors. Least of all, the man of Metropolis." she quietly pulls her robe closer around herself. "Is there something I can do for you?" she asks.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda Maximoff, also known as the Scarlet Witch, felt a sense of peace and focus within the hallowed halls of Dr. Strange's mystical sanctum. The ancient library, filled with countless tomes of arcane knowledge, was her sanctuary. She sat at a grand, oaken table, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols in a mystical tome she was studying. The quiet hum of enchanted objects and the faint flicker of magical wards created an atmosphere ripe for deep concentration.      As she delved deeper into the secrets of the tome, the firm knock echoed through the sanctum. Wanda's eyes flicked up from the pages, curiosity piquing her senses. She stood, the tome closing with a gentle thud, and made her way through the winding corridors. Each step was accompanied by the subtle rustle of her scarlet lounging robe.      Reaching the front door, Wanda took a moment to gather her thoughts. With a wave of her hand, the heavy door creaked open, revealing the visitor outside. The sanctum, ever a place of mystery, seemed to hold its breath as she greeted the newcomer. "Hello?" Upon seeing the nature of the guest, Wanda looks a bit on the surprised side. "Oh! I wasn't expecting visitors. Least of all, the man of Metropolis." she quietly pulls her robe closer around herself. "Is there something I can do for you?" she asks.
Clark Kent	Superman smiles softly at the surprise. It's a look he's come to recognize. Those sky blue eyes just soften and look at her, "I have some specific questions about magic and heard your voice for the first time in a while." He looks up at the building, "And I respect the laws of magic. May I come in?" he asks knowing that something may lower if there's an invite. Or that could be just the movies. Either way, Superman is being OVERLY careful with this dwelling. To many stories about it, the owner and the guests. It puts his mind at ease to do it this way.
Wanda Maximoff	She stepped aside, opening the door wider to invite him in. "Please, come in. It's not often we have visitors like yourself."     As Superman entered, Wanda gestured towards the inner sanctum with a graceful sweep of her hand. "Let's discuss what you need to know about magic," she continued, her voice carrying a blend of anticipation and readiness to share her knowledge. The Sanctum, with its mystical artifacts and ancient tomes, seemed to hum with energy, welcoming the Man of Steel into its depths.     To lead him into the receiving area, Wanda motioned to a comfortable chair, to ensure he felt at ease. "Make yourself at home," she said warmly, her eyes reflecting the glow of the Sanctum's ambient light. "What specific questions do you have?" She settled into her own seat, ready to bridge the gap between his world of tangible strength and her realm of ethereal mysticism. The atmosphere was charged with the promise of a unique exchange of wisdom and experience.
Clark Kent	Superman moves into the sanctum. He looks over everything curiously. Just following Wanda's lead. "I'll need to tell you, I've gone to a few others with these questions," he admits and the moves to a comfortable chair. Those sky blue eyes look about before looking at the warm reflection in Wandas. "What can you tell me about immortality?" he asks knowing the only people that have an inkling of this is the magical realm. "I've spoken to a Highlander, and a couple of other magical practioners. The answers are different," he says looking and then waits to see how she would handle this one. "How do people get it and what does it do to them?" he remembers a speech that was -filled- with immortal creatures.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda watched as Superman moved through the sanctum, his curiosity evident as he took in the mystical surroundings. She listened attentively as he explained his previous consultations about immortality, noting the difference in answers he'd received. When he settled into the chair and their eyes met, she sensed the depth of his inquiry.     "Immortality," she began thoughtfully, her voice soft but steady. "It's as varied as the species in the animal kingdom. Just as each species follows its own set of natural laws, so too does each form of immortality adhere to different metaphysical rules. This is why you are getting different answers from different people."     She continued, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the Sanctum's ambient light. "For instance, the immortality of vampires is tied to their need for blood and aversion to sunlight. Highlanders gain immortality through a unique process that activates after a violent death, while demons often have immortality linked to dark pacts or their infernal nature. Externals, like some immortal mutants, possess a genetic factor granting them eternal life. Each form operates under its own distinct principles."     Wanda leaned forward slightly, her gaze steady and serious. "Understanding these differences is crucial. The way immortality manifests can significantly affect the individual's existence. It's not just about living forever; it's about the rules that govern that endless life. So, Superman, what drives your interest in this eternal quest?"
Clark Kent	Suerman nods at the differences. How so many things had different rules. He started to suspect the source created different circumstances. Case in point: the vampires versus the highlanders. "I'm trying to see what time does to each of these groups, if possible. I may not be immortal, but there's speculation I may age slowly. -Very- slowly. So, I may be just shy of an immortal. A lot of their trial may be my own," he looks at Wanda with serious eyes. Honestly, this is a hard pill to swallow. And he has no idea if this is even true. A certain amount of speculation slips into this. "If I know the rules, what drives, I can see how the think maybe. See how time possibly changes them," Superman says honestly as he looks at on it. "What are the Externals? This is the first I've heard of them." Everything else Wanda tlaks about he has some insight on already. Externals is a completely new classification to him.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda listened intently to Superman's contemplations, noting the weight of his concerns. She could see the seriousness in his eyes, reflecting the gravity of his thoughts about potentially aging slowly. With a lighthearted smile, she quipped, "Well, given your susceptibility to magic, I could probably make you immortal with a snap of my fingers." The witch gesturing with her fingers as if she were going to snap them. "I am joking of course. That would likely take a deep ritual, or a demonic contract. I don't recommend those." "In any case, understanding the rules and drives behind each type of immortality can indeed provide crucial insights," she continued, her voice steady and thoughtful. "The Externals are a group of mutants with a unique form of immortality. Their genetic makeup grants them agelessness. While they can still be killed through violent means, they don't age or succumb to diseases like humans do." She paused, ensuring he grasped the distinction. "Each type of immortality shapes one's perspective and challenges differently. By studying these differences, you can gain a deeper understanding of how time may affect you if you age slowly. It's not just the physical aspects but also the mental and emotional impacts that such a prolonged life can bring. Preparing for these possibilities will be crucial as you navigate your future." Wanda cants her head to one side gently, "Is there a specific being or type of being you are hoping to gain knowledge of?"
Clark Kent	Horror fils his eyes before the joking part barrels forward. He starts to calm down a little bit. Then she talks about those contracts, "I deal with a devil in human flesh in Metropolis. I am good with the deal part," Lex Luthor may not be a demon exactly. Although some days, he wants to make the argument about a deal with a devil, demon or being a literal one. "That's what concerns me. I want to see how it effects them because I know it will effect me mentally. Socially. As a person. I don't want to somehow become jaded," Superman admits. That's his entire angle. Fear of somehow changing into something that isn't him. "Well, maybe Highlanders or the Externals. They seem somewhat similar," he amdits. Because he may not get hurt and he has to deal with a Higherlander's loss.
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda noticed the initial horror in Superman's eyes before her joke settled in and he began to calm down. Listening to his concerns about the effects of a prolonged life, she nodded understandingly. "Dealing with the challenges of longevity can indeed be daunting," she began gently. "As the people around you age and pass away, it can lead to a cycle of loss and solitude. It's natural to fear becoming jaded or losing touch with who you are. Highlanders and Externals do face similar struggles, adapting to the changes time brings. Demons, not so much." Wanda reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm, her expression softening with empathy. "But remember, no one on Earth is truly immortal. Eventually, even the most enduring beings will face the end when our sun goes supernova and the solar system is destroyed. Immortality here is always relative, bound by the universe's own lifespan. So, while you may live much longer than most, even those who seem eternal have their limits." With a motherly warmth, she added, "It's important to cherish the connections you have now and allow them to keep you grounded. You're not alone in this journey, and understanding the experiences of others can help you find your own path through time."
Clark Kent	"I worry about that. Seeing all of the death. I don't want anyone to join me, but to see all I've lost. Again and again," Superman exclaims grimly. His gaze returns to the magical user. "Everyone fears turns into something they're not. I had that happen before," he says knowking that there was knowing that even a risk of that could happen scares. That fear only worsens when he thinks that it could be permenant. "I can't just turn to a library to ask about anything. This information is....in your expertise," which is why he's seeking out many magic users. "I know I will die. Just between now, and that day, I want to stay myself," he says and his expression tries to soften a little bit. "Ever have that fear?" he asks. "Turning into something you no longer recognize in the mirror?"
Wanda Maximoff	Wanda listens intently, her heart aching for the burden Superman carries. When he asks about recognizing himself, her gaze shifts, becoming distant and haunted. "Yes," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "There have been many times in my life when I've looked in the mirror and didn't recognize what was staring back at me." She snaps out of her dissociative state, offering a warm smile. "You'll have to excuse me, I have to go meet my brother Pietro very soon. Making him wait even a second could probably kill him or make his head explode." Standing up, she gestures towards the door. "Let me see you out. If you have more questions or want to talk again, you're always welcome here." She stands from her seat to show him the way.
Clark Kent	Superman sees that distant look. How the "Yes" comes out. His brows furrow with worry. Then everything changes. Noticing that state, he keeps quiet for now. A note to store for later, just in case. "Do not be a stranger, Wanda. It's nice to see a Leaguer back." Superman nods when she talks about grabbing her brother. Superman stands and follows Wanda out. "I can always call you on the com?" he asks as another option. But he will nod, "I'll be sure to knock." It's not an open invite. Just knowing he's a welcomed friend in these walls even if his world is a lot more science than magic.