sorc_supreme (sorc_supreme) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-21 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | doctor strange, loki |
Moving in and meeting the neighbors
Who: Dr Strange and whoever takes him up on his invitation
Where: Strange's townhouse in Greenwich Village
When: Starts late night Sunday, continues on Monday during the day
What: Dr Strange is trying to contact other mystics in the New York area
Rating: PG
The scent of incense was strong and a low chanting echoed from the walls of the townhouse. Weaving between boxes and scattered furniture walked Doctor Stephen Strange, an aging leather-bound book in one hand and a censer swinging from a chain in the other. His steps were even and measured in time with the chanting and the gentle swaying of the incense burner. With each step magical power thrummed through the house, from the base of the foundations to the peaks of the roof.
The chanting faded as Strange came to a halt. With a tired sigh he snapped the book shut and placed it on a nearby table. "That should do it then."
"The enchantments are complete?" A slight Chinese man stood in the doorway, having remained silent to keep from breaking the sorcerer's concentration.
"Yes Wong. We may not have gotten much unpacked yet," he gestured to the piles of boxes with a slight smile. "But the Sanctum is secure. There is one more thing I wish to do, and then we shall stop for the night."
A cool night breeze washed over the roof of the townhouse, the last remnants of spring fighting back the rising heat of summer. Strange sat with his back leaning against the railing, legs crossed and hands turned upwards in meditation. Casting his mind out into the night sky Stephen Strange left his body behind and rode the currents of his magic through the city. Gazing out over the skyline he focused on the tiny pinpricks of light that the millions of souls of New York created, looking for the ones that shone the brightest. There were more than he expected, a welcome surprise in this city so full of cynicism. To each one he gave a slight tug, a gentle invitation drawing them towards his home.
Returning to his body Strange sagged forward, disoriented from his sudden return to corporeality. As he tried to regain his feet strong hands took hold of his shoulders and helped him to stand, guiding him to a tray of tea. The sorcerer nodded gratefully. "As always Wong, you are a step ahead of me."
"Of course, Master." The young man bowed with a slight smile of satisfaction.
"Tomorrow we will focus on the drawing room I think. We should be getting some visitors soon." Strange sipped his tea, clearing the fog from his mind. "I found some of the more mystically sensitive among New York and sent them...ah, what do the young people call it? A 'friend request'? It should prove very enlightening, and we may perhaps find some allies here."
"To an auspicious beginning then." Wong raised his own tea.
"And to a welcome return home."