![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
@metaheroes inbox
TEXT 🔮 AUDIO 🔮 VIDEO 🔮 ACTION
Instagram/Twitter contact available at: strangemagic (personal/stealth account)
Implant contact available at: stephen.strange (meadowlark craus only)
Instagram/Twitter contact available at: strangemagic (personal/stealth account)
Implant contact available at: stephen.strange (meadowlark craus only)
[ A week after getting turned into crispy bacon, once he has healed up enough to feel like himself again, wherever Stephen is a small, floating brown package tied with string will appear in front of him with some (signature) green magical fizzles. Attached is a scrawly notetag that reads: ]
The cloak was once shredded into pieces in my world, I fixed it. This is my homemade Asgardian thread, it can mend the weave should yours ever experience a similar misfortune.
[ There is a spool of glittering golden sewing thread inside the tiny packet, just a couple of metres. An unspoken thank you for Stephen's help. ]
The cloak was once shredded into pieces in my world, I fixed it. This is my homemade Asgardian thread, it can mend the weave should yours ever experience a similar misfortune.
[ There is a spool of glittering golden sewing thread inside the tiny packet, just a couple of metres. An unspoken thank you for Stephen's help. ]
[ It's a few hours after he's opened the package, spent some time inspecting it with the cloak hovering watchfully over his shoulder and stowed it somewhere safe that he sends through a message. Long enough that it could be unrelated if the fact that he's messaging at all weren't a dead giveaway. ]
I take it things are going well with Peter Parker.
[ A stranger-shaped Peter Parker peering out from the fridge had been a particularly surreal note in what hadn't exactly been an altogether ordinary day. ]
I take it things are going well with Peter Parker.
[ A stranger-shaped Peter Parker peering out from the fridge had been a particularly surreal note in what hadn't exactly been an altogether ordinary day. ]
hi, is this Dr. Strange?
I know this is out of the blue, but I heard you were here but I just want to make sure...
does the name Gwen Poole mean anything to you?
feel free to tell me to #$@% off and never text you ever again or whatever but
I just got here and so far everyone I know doesn't know me and this is kind of my last hope so
help me, Obi-Strange Kenobi?
I know this is out of the blue, but I heard you were here but I just want to make sure...
does the name Gwen Poole mean anything to you?
feel free to tell me to #$@% off and never text you ever again or whatever but
I just got here and so far everyone I know doesn't know me and this is kind of my last hope so
help me, Obi-Strange Kenobi?
[ Angela is still getting herself settled into this realm, in her own way. She has secured lodgings outside of those offered by the guild, and as she understands, so has her youngest brother.
The older Loki had tasked her work protecting the boy, and she would be shirking her responsibilities of she did not introduce herself to the boy's new guardian. And so here she is, upon the doorstep of the magician known as Strange, ringing his doorbell. She's still dressed in her usual gold breastplate and boots, with her weapons on a belt at her side, but the most glaring thing that outs her as not belonging to this realm is the fact that she currently has the horns and furred legs of a minotaur. Sure, she could have timed this visit to not take place during the new moon, and appear in her Asgardian form, but she cares little for how she looks. She lived as a minotaur for the better part of a year. She has become used to the form. ]
The older Loki had tasked her work protecting the boy, and she would be shirking her responsibilities of she did not introduce herself to the boy's new guardian. And so here she is, upon the doorstep of the magician known as Strange, ringing his doorbell. She's still dressed in her usual gold breastplate and boots, with her weapons on a belt at her side, but the most glaring thing that outs her as not belonging to this realm is the fact that she currently has the horns and furred legs of a minotaur. Sure, she could have timed this visit to not take place during the new moon, and appear in her Asgardian form, but she cares little for how she looks. She lived as a minotaur for the better part of a year. She has become used to the form. ]
[ Stephen's life is consistently made up of strange scenarios - to name but a few recent examples: he's been displaced to another world, he's living in the same manor he recently sealed a malicious spell into and he's taken legal guardianship of one of many Lokis. So when he opens his door to a radiant... minotaur... warrior? He has the good grace to not look the slightest bit perturbed.
At least not for more than a fraction of a second. ]
Hello. Can I help you?
At least not for more than a fraction of a second. ]
Hello. Can I help you?
[Loki mostly keeps to himself whenever he can, often leaving the house for little schemes and such. If he is home, he stays in his room, which is now filled with things like DND sourcebooks, action figures and miniatures, and various other nerdy teen boy things.
But one day! One day, there is a knock at Stephen's door. His bedroom, study, wherever he happens to be. Just a polite little knock.]
But one day! One day, there is a knock at Stephen's door. His bedroom, study, wherever he happens to be. Just a polite little knock.]
[ In polite response to a polite knock, the door cracks ajar to welcome him inside. He'll find Stephen in the little study with its high walls lined with old books, running a finger along the spines of one of the shelf of newer ones he's collected in recent weeks.
He glances over when Loki crosses the threshold, expression mildly curious. ]
Hello.
[ It's rare he sees him much during the day. Stephen makes himself a conspicuous if non-invasive presence in the mornings, always in the kitchen with some breakfast or another conveniently prepared to make sure Loki's fed and that he heads off in the right direction for the school bus. In the evenings he's sure to provide a hot meal. Outside of these times, as promised, he leaves the kid mostly to his own devices.
Which makes this a change from the norm. ]
He glances over when Loki crosses the threshold, expression mildly curious. ]
Hello.
[ It's rare he sees him much during the day. Stephen makes himself a conspicuous if non-invasive presence in the mornings, always in the kitchen with some breakfast or another conveniently prepared to make sure Loki's fed and that he heads off in the right direction for the school bus. In the evenings he's sure to provide a hot meal. Outside of these times, as promised, he leaves the kid mostly to his own devices.
Which makes this a change from the norm. ]
I hear you're a sorcerer. How curious.
We should speak.
Are you still in Sunset Falls, or do I need to find you?
We should speak.
Are you still in Sunset Falls, or do I need to find you?
The other Lokis are planning a bank robbery, they invited me to join.
I refused, of course.
I refused, of course.
Magician. A word. Somewhere private, if your wards can manage.
[Approximately an hour after this goes live a text from a new number would come in. And, fun of all fun, sent by a technopath, which meant enjoy trying to ignore it. Until opened the text would remind Strange every two minutes on the minute that he had a text. That it was urgent. Probably better not to tempt that fate.]
Stephen, my name is David Alleyne, and this message is from myself and the middle Loki both. Meet us in Loki's apartment, ASAP. I've got more data and this is a lot more complicated than it seems.
If I don't manage to arrive there, I've ensured the Loki that we can, ironically, trust will have everything I know.
Stephen, my name is David Alleyne, and this message is from myself and the middle Loki both. Meet us in Loki's apartment, ASAP. I've got more data and this is a lot more complicated than it seems.
If I don't manage to arrive there, I've ensured the Loki that we can, ironically, trust will have everything I know.
hi dr. strange. when you have a minute, we should probably talk about how we're going to do this.
i've worked with you before, but from my understanding, you haven't met me yet in your dimension, so it might be a good idea for us to sync up our abilities here.
i've worked with you before, but from my understanding, you haven't met me yet in your dimension, so it might be a good idea for us to sync up our abilities here.
[Loki's tried to stay in his room for as long as he can, out of exhaustion and embarrassment. Unfortunately, when one tires themselves out so much and sleeps forever... you also get hungry. He tiptoes through the house, careful to not draw attention to himself. But the house is old and also he's going to the kitchen and Stephen is in the kitchen and oh no.
Loki freezes.]
... I'm hungry.
Loki freezes.]
... I'm hungry.
I know.
[ That's why there's bacon in the pan and a tower of pancakes sitting on a plate by the side of the stove, gently steaming. The bacon appears to be cooking itself, utensils floating around with magical assistance, but he's overseeing very diligently. Glancing over to Loki, he tilts his head back toward the breakfast table.
Take a pew, kid. The syrup's there waiting for you. ]
[ That's why there's bacon in the pan and a tower of pancakes sitting on a plate by the side of the stove, gently steaming. The bacon appears to be cooking itself, utensils floating around with magical assistance, but he's overseeing very diligently. Glancing over to Loki, he tilts his head back toward the breakfast table.
Take a pew, kid. The syrup's there waiting for you. ]
[Her second robbery is trickier. Something about Stephen Strange sets off her CAUTION DO NOT ENTER radar which is. You know, a more attracted beacon. She is a moth, Stephen is a flame and she knows he must have something close to what she's looking for. Something she can break apart and put back together.
She has a bag full of glowing things, old looking artefacts, and maybe she would have gotten away with it too if she hadn't stopped to, you know: leave her mark. ]
She has a bag full of glowing things, old looking artefacts, and maybe she would have gotten away with it too if she hadn't stopped to, you know: leave her mark. ]
[ But she did stop. And so she shouldn't really be too surprised when there comes the clearing of a throat from the wall by the window that is her most direct escape route, where Stephen Strange now leans with crossed arms, observing her mildly.
Hello. ]
Hello. ]
[Wherever Stephen is in the house, he's suddenly greeted with this sight. It's magic beyond what Kid Loki is typically capable of, but of course, he doesn't exactly look like Kid Loki anymore. Before with the demon, his memories had been altered and thus he altered his form. This time since his form's been altered first, he has a greater store of magic to access. All while the story starts to catch up with him and the new role he's been assigned.]
Hello Stephen.
[At least he can probably recognize him from Loki's previous constructs?]
Hello Stephen.
[At least he can probably recognize him from Loki's previous constructs?]
Edited 2022-05-21 18:08 (UTC)
[ It's moments like these that he wishes he had more doors. Or had cast a spell on the house to magically conjure one whenever someone magicked themselves into his manor. Why? Because he would really like to slam it directly in the face of the Loki who lopes out of the portal and into Stephen's library, where he's hunched over a desk piled with a small mountain of tomes he's leafing through in search of answers.
Stephen glances up from his book, double takes, then allows his expression to fall into something midway between a glower and resigned despair. ]
Not today.
[ Why today... ]
Stephen glances up from his book, double takes, then allows his expression to fall into something midway between a glower and resigned despair. ]
Not today.
[ Why today... ]
[ A brown-wrapped gift awaits Stephen in the bedroom of his spooky home with no clue as to how it was delivered. It isn't big, around the size of necklace-box when opened, and contains nothing but a small ancient-looking scroll: a note is written in looping handwriting, stuffed inside it on normal A4 paper.
The incantation ᚲᚱᚠᛗᚹᚱᛒ-ᚠᛜᚱ reads: "FEATHER-AXE" and is pronounced [ here Loki has added phonetics to go with the runes on the separate scroll ]
Hold the scroll in your hand as you speak the words to summon it. After that, it will appear or disappear whenever you repeat the words. I have enchanted it to be three-times lighter, so that you might wield it. It will suit you better than a sword in lieu of magic, whenever you find yourself once more without the latter.
(Do not speak of this to Thor, he hardly ever uses it and does not know I have it)
—L
Whenever Stephen goes through with it, Jarnbjorn — the Asgardian weapon of choice of Thor whenever Mjolnir is not available — is summoned to his hand. Without Loki's expert enchantments it would be difficult to even lift off the floor and despite the name it isn't feather-light, but it has been made manageable. ]
The incantation ᚲᚱᚠᛗᚹᚱᛒ-ᚠᛜᚱ reads: "FEATHER-AXE" and is pronounced [ here Loki has added phonetics to go with the runes on the separate scroll ]
Hold the scroll in your hand as you speak the words to summon it. After that, it will appear or disappear whenever you repeat the words. I have enchanted it to be three-times lighter, so that you might wield it. It will suit you better than a sword in lieu of magic, whenever you find yourself once more without the latter.
(Do not speak of this to Thor, he hardly ever uses it and does not know I have it)
—L
Whenever Stephen goes through with it, Jarnbjorn — the Asgardian weapon of choice of Thor whenever Mjolnir is not available — is summoned to his hand. Without Loki's expert enchantments it would be difficult to even lift off the floor and despite the name it isn't feather-light, but it has been made manageable. ]
[ his relationship with doctor strange has been rocky, to put it mildly.
he admits that it is partially his fault. tony hasn't really tried to improve relations with him. so, maybe it's time to start accepting the fact that the current awkward tension between them isn't going to benefit the greater objective and he needs to set aside his convoluted emotions for the betterment of the whole.
it's better to get along with doctor strange than not to get along with him. ]
i heard you got caught up in the excelsior incident
are you doing alright?
he admits that it is partially his fault. tony hasn't really tried to improve relations with him. so, maybe it's time to start accepting the fact that the current awkward tension between them isn't going to benefit the greater objective and he needs to set aside his convoluted emotions for the betterment of the whole.
it's better to get along with doctor strange than not to get along with him. ]
i heard you got caught up in the excelsior incident
are you doing alright?
[ To say he's expecting to hear from Tony Stark out of the blue would be a lie. To further say that I hear you got caught up in the excelsior incident / are you doing alright? aren't the very last two texts he's hoping to receive from anyone, let alone Tony Stark, would be an even bigger one.
Unfortunately, this is just the way things go. On the plus side, text makes it easier to breeze on through. ]
Fine. It was touch and go but it's done now.
You managed to keep clear?
Unfortunately, this is just the way things go. On the plus side, text makes it easier to breeze on through. ]
Fine. It was touch and go but it's done now.
You managed to keep clear?
Page 1 of 3