Dr. Strange is having none of your shit, son. (drstrange) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-27 01:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | doctor strange |
[Narrative!]
Characters: Stephen Strange
NPC’s: One very (un?)fortunate cat…
Location: The streets of Manhattan
Timeline: BACKDATED - 2/24 4pm
Description: A Strange man with a strange plan.
Rating: G
The idea of going out and obtaining nourishment was a lovely idea, but unfortunately for one, Stephen Strange, the long term impact of magic use had warped his body, and digestion system past something that could easily ingest common foods. Wong generally took care of the grocery shopping as the other man knew what substances would best be consumed, and how to prepare them, but today Stephen found himself stepping outside of these norms. Not that he was about to go and get his own grocery shopping cart, oh no. Not by any means. Strange would hate to put Wong out like that. It would be an offense to them both. Besides, the Sorcerer Supreme wasn’t sure what Wong even needed ingredient wise to make half of what he ate… Or what he was being served most of the time as it seemed to rarely resemble earth based cuisine anymore at all. However, today was not to consider what wonderful earthly delicacies he could no longer consume, today was a day to spend in reflection. A day that he would attempt to nail down any further leads on what seemed to be a case filled with more mystery and myth than any mystical book he’d researched over the past fifty or so years. A call had been addressed to the other members of the Illuminati, but even with their differing outlooks, and great minds, not one of them seemed capable of finding anything more than any other members thus far. While Strange still found himself oddly on the face about the whole issue. How much should the Sorcerer Supreme ultimately be concerned with the daily runnings of world politics, social justice causes and people when he had the earth dimension entrusted with his protection? Yet, something about this reverberated deeply inside of him about what consequences may be soon to come. Perhaps it was because Charles was a good man, doing honest work to help the world become more peaceful as a whole, or maybe it was the unusual circumstances surrounding the man’s death, but… Stephen found he simply could not leave well enough alone any time his thoughts trickled back to this case. The gamble Strange had taken on stopping into the local coffee establishment - a Starbucks, not his first choice - resulted in a grande Pike Place blend with no syrup, one creamer and one packet of sugar in the raw. The brown band around the white cup displaying their standard mermaid logo almost resembled some of the artwork inside of the magical tomes he’d read long ago, but managed to remain just outside of proper representation by hairs. With coffee in hand the mystic had taken to wondering about the streets of Manhattan. Perhaps some fresh air and being caffeinated would help his perspective. Allow Dr. Strange to flex his mental muscles in a new capacity with new surroundings passing him by. Yet alas, as he wondered the streets nothing seemed to come. With brow furrowed, and lines creasing his face in displeased mental debate only the incessant yowling of a feline from down an ally would finally break his thought. A moment of debate was given to ignoring the creature altogether, but sometimes, leads came in the oddest of forms. Perhaps Agamotto had finally given in to his request to have the light of truth shined down upon the troubling situation at hand as the case remained muddled in the thickest of fogs. Taking another sip of his coffee Strange began a casual walk into the alley, just in case this was more trap than grand truth to be revealed to him, and found a rather distressed looking feline attempting to furiously combat something stuck to its own body. The Sorcerer Supreme’s forehead crinkled as his brow rose and with his free hand the cat was telekinetically lifted into the air so that Strange could examine precisely what the real problem with the creature was and quickly found that the cat had… What… Vaguely appeared to be a piece of paper taped to it…. How…. Strange. With a slow turning of his hand to direct the telekinesis the feline was gently turned so that Stephen could see precisely what this paper was, and…. It was much to Strange’s surprise to find that the paper the cat had become wrapped up with was a flyer of someone looking for work. A moment was taken to examine the flyer, while holding the cat in place as gently as he could manage with his telekinesis before the cup of coffee would be put down, and Stephen would carefully extract the flyer from the cat’s body. After being finished with the task the cat would gently be settled back upon the ground, and a passive flick of his wrist would cause a fresh, but dead, fish to be summoned up before the beast. “A token of gratitude for your assistance this eve.” A soft smile was given to the feline before Stephen bent down to retrieve his coffee, and turned on his heels so that he could walk out of the ally examining the flyer along the way. |