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[rehandle]

Dr. Stephen Strange

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text | un: off scarlet

[westviews]

[If you need to call on me, do. He probably shouldn't have said that, but even if he hadn't, she'd have to do this anyway. The words just make it less intimidating when she composes the message.]

I didn't want to ask for a favor so soon, but it looks like I don't have a choice.

My brother was among the newcomers. He died during the Battle of Sokovia. He doesn't seem aware of that, and I would very much prefer it doesn't come up until the time is right.

[The time will never be right.]

[rehandle]

[ She's about the last person he expects to hear from - saying something, given the pool of people who know him enough to have reason to reach out is still tiny and she's one of the few who hails from his world - so it takes him a disbelieving moment to match username with message and come up with Wanda.

Then on to processing the message itself. Her brother. Her brother who died. ]

That's not mine to tell. He won't hear it from me.

[westviews]

Thank you. I'm sorry to say he stole your position of the last person I'd expect to see here.

un: Black Prince; text

[blackscales]

I understand you're planning to conduct a meeting with our mysterious friend 'L'.

[rehandle]

That is my intention, yes.

text; un: oil change

[nachocheese]

[ He is... nervous... sending this, but goddamn he's gotta know. ]

Hey, man. Sorry to bother you. My name is Nacho Varga. I'm one of our crew.

You have a minute to talk?

[rehandle]

[ Distracted in the aftermath of a brief flyby from Irenia, the answer comes quick and easy. ]

Sure. What do you need?

un: absterge | after... strange's slight explosion incident

[downswing]

You seeded terror in a child.

ah yes..... that incident

[rehandle]

[ A response takes some time. Not because he hasn't received the message - but because his gut reaction is anger he knows is misplaced.

Eventually: ]

I know that.

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[vdovy]

You do portals, right?

[rehandle]

I do portals, yes.

text | un: off scarlet

[westviews]

[She hates this.

She is trying to be proactive.

She hates this.]

America's here.

[Which he knows already. And maybe they should... talk? Set boundaries? Something.]

[rehandle]

[ It's not that he's been avoiding this conversation -

No, it is. He's been avoiding it. But it does need to be had. ]

She is.

[ And there's nothing either one of them can do about that. So where do they go from here? ]

(set during the initial stay in yancai, after memories return) text; un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

Doctor Strange, I hope you are well. We appear to find ourselves neither in a desert, travelling, nor at war, so I wanted to ask you for a favour. I know that your magic is, as you called it, sorcery, but do you think you would train with me?

I use the wand for a lot of my spells, but I would like to attempt to use it less. There are few wizards who can practice wandless magic out there, but how difficult could it be to figure it out? It would be useful, I think - especially for defensive and offensive spells.

Hermione Granger

[rehandle]

[ When the message lands and he makes it through to the end it's with the unchecked lift of a smile catching one of the corners of his mouth. The request is straightforward, uncomplicated. The chance to do something strangely ordinary: train with a fellow practitioner of the same family of arts, experiment with new ways to work. ]

Hi. I'd be glad to.

Our styles may significantly differ but it shouldn't be too difficult to translate some of the methods of mine to repurpose yours and make wandless spellwork a little more intuitive. Does the wand in your discipline typically work more as a focusing agent or a vessel for magic?

And please, call me Stephen. We've shared a war, it's probably time to give up on formality.

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[starlingroad]

did you end forgetting who you are?

i did. so i barely tried out my powers. they're not working here. are yours any different? they seemed fine on the train.

[rehandle]

No. Just got a little lost in time for a while. You're ok?

[ He forgot who she was, or at least how he knew her, along with many of the others he really should have known, so it wasn't all smooth sailing. But they're both back to themselves now, and the fact that she's messaging him with questions and little urgency means things are probably mostly fine. At least there's that.

Then comes the news about her powers - and though he isn't surprised exactly, he can't help but to frown to himself. ]

Not working at all? Or not doing what they should?

Mine have their moments. Fine for the most part but there are some spells I can't access, others that'll go on the blink at random.

un: widow | after talking to hatisse

[redhourglass]

so
how’s your surgery skills?

( no context theater, tonight at 11 )

[rehandle]

Theoretically top 0.001%. Practically that would depend on how fond you are of leaving the OR alive

[ Which would be a funny thing to say if - ]

Tell me you don't actually need surgery

un: headless ragdoll

[matermali]

Stephen Strange, the sorcerer that was neither friend nor foe, who witnessed the horrors of the dark and still welcomed peace.

Would you claim your understanding in the arts of spell-craft to be greater than most?

[ Hello, how was your day? ]

[rehandle]

[ ....... ]

Beg pardon?

[ He knows what she's saying, but that doesn't mean he has to appreciate being both out-obscured and perceived in one fell swoop. ]

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[redhourglass]

so does this feel like home to you
or what?

( wizards live in castles, right? it's her quippy version of: "everything ok?" or "checking to make sure the wolves didn't bite your face off" )

[rehandle]

[ Wow. ]

I live in Greenwich Village.

[ He's fine. ]

action? Endgame

[starlingroad]

[ This is a whole other situation. America's making plans with her other friends from the same world, but when it comes to Stephen, they usually just roll with what happens. ]

[ She cants her head at Doctor Strange and smiles. ] I better see you on the other side.

[rehandle]

Maybe. Once you get that portal open.

[ A very specific portal: the same kind he uses. Nevermind the door to the Sanctum from Kamar-Taj or the fact she can punch holes in space and dimension. Nevermind that he'll be heading there to check on her as soon as he's back if Wong doesn't bring her over before he gets the chance.

His smile is faint but wry. Never miss a teaching moment. ]

You'll see me, America.