I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2005-12-01 02:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | stephen strange |
i_estrange Cautious City Perusal [Open]
A week of existence in this new, yet strangely familiar city, and Dr. Stephen Strange had yet to make contact with anyone be it within or outside the realm of the city's construction. But it wasn't in his nature to immediately freak out and worry. He was a man of structure and reason. And until he managed to make some sort of communication with either Wong or Clea, then he would retain his calm composure.
Of course, that didn't prevent him from being cautious. There was no saying what realm this mysterious city teetered on. And until he was proof-positive of the dangers that might have been lurking out in those streets, he stuck to his safety-net astral form.
For reasons he had yet to explain, which seemed to go hand-in-hand with his sudden appearance in this peculiar location, his alley hidden abode which normally resided at 177A Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, New York -- had somehow materialized in this new location along with him. And though he had yet to determine whether or not it still upheld the same mystical force fields that he had in place back home, he figured that the familiar construction of his Sanctum Sanctorum would be the safest place for his body.
And that's where he was physically. Sitting amongst a few brightly-colored pillows with Tibetan design, the Book of Vishanti opened before him. Eyes glazed over to emptiness.
As for his mind, it was composed in a purple-glowing astral illusion that was currently hovering through a section of the city he had yet to survey. A long maroon hued cloak draped over his shoulders, adding to his already unmistakable sorceror appearance. Alright, so he'd never been one for keeping a low profile amongst his semi-transparent mental configuration. But what he lacked in contemporary fashion, he made up with -- well, strangeness.