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finalflight2021-12-27 12:06 am
sorser) wrote in finalflight2021-12-27 12:06 am
PSL; [ pump it up ]
[A portal opens, unleashing its contents into a stranger’s home: the once-Sorcerer Supreme, and a creature.
A dark, murky thing, with long tendrils that might be called limbs were they not constantly fluctuating in a state of obscured shadow. They twist and snarl with an ill-defined face marked by glowing eyes, untangling itself from the sorcerer who has given it chase for an unknown amount of time, but for so long it feels like an age. But the sorcerer—none other than Stephen Strange—slams into the ground hard enough to dizzy him for a few precious seconds, and the creature flings itself away. It rises up, rushes along the walls, knocking over furniture and picture frames, and rushes out the nearest doorway.]
Damn it.
[Stephen pushes himself to his feet, eyes barely taking the time to cast around and register where he is. The answer: he has no clue. It hardly matters, though — a creature like that, the very embodiment of nightmares, needs to be corralled as soon as possible. Away from this reality, or any other.
He exhales, ignoring the stinging cut across a cheekbone and the unsteadiness to his step, and gives chase.]
A dark, murky thing, with long tendrils that might be called limbs were they not constantly fluctuating in a state of obscured shadow. They twist and snarl with an ill-defined face marked by glowing eyes, untangling itself from the sorcerer who has given it chase for an unknown amount of time, but for so long it feels like an age. But the sorcerer—none other than Stephen Strange—slams into the ground hard enough to dizzy him for a few precious seconds, and the creature flings itself away. It rises up, rushes along the walls, knocking over furniture and picture frames, and rushes out the nearest doorway.]
Damn it.
[Stephen pushes himself to his feet, eyes barely taking the time to cast around and register where he is. The answer: he has no clue. It hardly matters, though — a creature like that, the very embodiment of nightmares, needs to be corralled as soon as possible. Away from this reality, or any other.
He exhales, ignoring the stinging cut across a cheekbone and the unsteadiness to his step, and gives chase.]
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Is it all from teaching? He wouldn’t know, since he can’t read it.]
Shouldn’t, no. Wong might ask what you’re doing there and keep track of the books wandering out of the Sanctum, but he’s not as stern as he looks.
[U…sually.]
Let me know before you visit. My schedule’s not usually wide open, either, but even if I’m not playing host, there are others who can.
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The last week of January or February has more wiggle room. You'll hear the chime jingle when I call then.
[ She's not entirely sure if it'll work, but that particular one had developed its own little character in being immediately attached to Stephen. It may work as their strongest connection for the time being. ]
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[Guess he’s added a new “relic” to his repertoire, whether he meant to or not.]
Then if that’s settled, I’ll be on my way. Hopefully the end of January or February is the only time when you’d need to call.
[Another gesture, his trademark summoning of a portal — this time, it’s Stephen-sized.]
And thanks — for the help with the demon.
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Amelia waves to him casually while taking another sip of water. Just another Tuesday for the witch and her multiverse visitors. ]
Have a safe trip and you're welcome. Don't trip on a pebble in the infinite cosmos in between.
[ So warm. So welcoming. ]