go_mischief (go_mischief) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-10-08 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | doctor strange, loki |
Who: Loki and Dr. Strange
Where: Strange's Brownstone, New York
When: Latter half of September
What: Loki has a thing to take care of. A difficult thing. But he used to be an evil god, so this should be easy. Right? ... right?
Rating: PG-13ish?
Wong knew he was there the moment Loki stepped over the threshold, the mild man at the kitchen entry as Loki quietly closed the servant's entry behind himself. Loki didn't offer any greetings, just put a finger to his lips. Worry creased Wong's brow briefly, then he stepped aside.
Because Loki was different. It wasn't a crackle around him. It was more like an aura of darkly silk, intentions hidden in projected intentions, whispers and deceptions. There were tricks afoot, and plans and plots, and his green eyes fairly glowed in the dimness that cloaked the kitchen this witching hour.
Loki knew exactly what he was here to do, and the universe and all its strange forces seemed on his side for it.
Stephen Strange was, for all his power, still basically human, and humans slept. But unlike most humans, Stephen Strange did not sleep lightly or without guard. Having doorways open to the mystical webs meant the doors opened both ways, and only the foolish left things unguarded and unlocked. So Loki stopped outside his door, cocking his head as his gaze trailed over the symbols, getting a sense of what barred people and things away from the sleeping mage.
"Places I ought not be are places I can always be," he muttered, setting two fingers to the door. The energy fought him, briefly, then began unraveling, essentially hacked. Then he waved his hand, light coming together to form a flimsy double of himself. "Good luck," he whispered.
His double gave him a dubious look that more said 'Yeah right', then anything else, but then Loki kicked the door in that led to a sorcerer who was going to be most unhappy. Loki stepped aside from the threshold, making whistling motions with his mouth while pulling a round object out of his satchel as the double marched dutifully in. Another wave of his fingers, and a deceptive shadow trailed along the wall. The mistaken real shadow behind the double, because Stephen would surely recognize an illusion, but shadows were harder to determine.
Then he stepped in and threw the ball.
The sound was unpleasant. It was a terrible pop and vibration, like speakers that had their wires touching and feedbacking on each other. Loki didn't run, he walked up, pulling out another, the sound and concussive force barely stopping before he threw the next one. Then the next one, getting closer and closer. It was all disruptive magic, vibrating, disruptive, making it hard to stay on one's feet. Even he, just as heavy as Stephen and agile in his own right, had to double step at times to stay upright.
But this was Stephen Strange, the most powerful human sorcerer in the States if not the world. This might take more than a few disruptive charms.