Sorcerer Supreme

[RP blog for Dr. Stephen Strange; associated with Marvelous Desires; nsfw, triggers always tagged]

[bylightbytruth]

Divine Interrogation / Loki and Stephen Strange

[sparkofgreen-deactivated2015011]

Loki makes sure to spend extra time cleaning his cock and even goes out of his way to make eye contact with Strange, anything to get the other to feel overly uncomfortable. “Nowhere suits me for any extended period of time. I prefer to move around as I please, but as it is now I am stuck on this planet. While you humans go stir crazy from being inside too long, I go stir crazy just being on the same planet for too long.” Finally he returns to lathering up his chest and arms.

[bylightbytruth]

"Is that the explanation? You're been here too long--excuse me." He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand and fishes for the right phrasing for what he's going to ask next. Because now he knows that Loki's actions are as deliberately chosen as his words. "Forgive me if I come across very... arrogant." That's the word Clea would have chosen, for sure. "Are you simultaneously arguing with me and seducing me? I meant to say 'trying to.'"

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These vices / Illyana and Stephen

[desperate-remedies-blog]

"Oh, really?" Illyana turned back toward the TV. "what does it represent then?" She hadn’t actually thought about people putting symbols into movies. Though, if she thought about it, his words made sense.

Illyana let herself trail off, noting the characters on screen, unsure about the female who entered the picture. “The whole story line will be lost on me by the end of the movie anyway,” She hummed, content to at least attempt to give it some thought. 

She could always come back to number three later.

[bylightbytruth]

"As a symbol of their youth, it does not belong with their father, so they take it from him. Likewise, they cannot keep it forever, so it is destined to be lost." He sat back in satisfaction. He'd dated an English major once.

"I suppose it is more relevant to those who've had similar experiences as schoolchildren," he said. "Why are you watching this?" It hadn't occurred to him to ask before.

[bylightbytruth]

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble || Natasha and Stephen

[prettypoisonishercry]

She is treated to a whirlwind dryer that leaves a massive draft behind, but does sweep away all the water.  Her shirt is stuck to her chest.  Though it isn’t see-through any more, it’s just as obscene really, leaving very little to the imagination.  Yeah, she really likes this bra.  It makes her breasts look even more fantastic than they usually do. 

Stephen can’t seem to help the drama.  He is all flash and pizazz and, while that doesn’t typically impress Natasha, she can’t help but find it amusing.  He’s so different from the type of person she’s gotten used to working with.  It’s honestly refreshing.

“No, I’m fine.  Unless I’m making you uncomfortable,” she says.  For herself, she’s quite fine, though her hair seems to have dried into a cottony puff.  She reaches up to pat at it mournfully.  Looks like another trip to the stylist is in her near future.

[bylightbytruth]

"Not at all, my dear," he says. Well, at least the mess is mostly cleaned-up now. Wong would be so proud of him--he's managing to more or less clean up after himself ever since he moved in, even with the messes that aren't entirely his fault. For Stephen, this is quite a feat. He's used to the Sanctum Sanctorum keeping herself in order.

"Have you seen any other clouds floating on the premises?" Perhaps she would like more of an explanation than 'it was an accident.' "They are actually foul thoughts from the Sturmazi, and usually they are only agitated by divine interference in sturmaz clouds. They used to be more of an Asgardian pest, but as you already know there's been some crossover between our world and Asgard."

He thought he and his new apprentice could handle the excitable little storms, but well, they lost track of a few. "Please do keep a lookout for me. What did you seek?" He reaches past her, his taller height an advantage, and picks up the jar for her, another small offering of contrition. "Ohh, prune spread. Prunes. Well, I've heard they're high in vitamin K, whatever that is." He passes the jar to her with a grimace. No accounting for taste.

[bylightbytruth]

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble / (Open)

[prettypoisonishercry]

The smile is tugging relentlessly on the corner of her mouth, though she’s trying to stave it off and hold on to her irritation.  It’s difficult though, when Stephen makes the most charming of faces and does a little jazz-hands maneuver.  She’s able to hold the disapproval for no more than a few seconds before it dissolves into a reluctant grin.  ”Very fancy,” she compliments him with a chuckle.  She shakes her head a little, and a fan of droplets scatter and dot the counter and floor.  A burst from the AC raises gooseflesh up her arms and she shivers.  ”Any chance you have a drying spell in your arsenal?” she asks.  She’s wearing her favorite underwear today and she doesn’t particularly want to go change into something else.  

She looks down and her shirt is basically transparent, her bra featured prominently.  Well, at least she was wearing one.  Flashing a random teammate wasn’t in her list of things to do today.

[bylightbytruth]

Stephen frowns at the acid around his feet and encourages it to convert back into harmless water before it damaged the kitchen floor. Clean-up is always one of the more annoying parts of spells gone awry, but fortunately in this case it did not involve anything too large, serious, or life-threatening.

Natasha is still soaked to the bone and not looking very pleased about it, so he nods obligingly. "At your request, warrior of the training room, I present: one drying spell. Secure yourself," he warns, reaching one hand out for her to hold on to. His next spell somewhat resembles a whirlwind, yet is designed to blow away nothing but water exterior to the skin. As soon as he finishes the spell he remembers that the sudden evaporation of water from her body will leave her feeling a little cold, so he raises a hand to his jacket. "Pardon me. Would you like my coat?" He can't imagine that he has her approval right now.

[bylightbytruth]

Divine Interrogation / Loki and Stephen Strange

[sparkofgreen-deactivated2015011]

Loki scoffs. “I have no home you insolent human.” He ignores the towel’s little dance in favor of slipping back into the tub. There was a bar of soap sitting on one of the elaborate little shelves next to the tub, strawberry in scent and smooth on his skin. Loki uses his magic to levitate it towards his hand and it doesn’t take long before he’s giving Strange a show-and-tell of his body with soap suds and his hands.

[bylightbytruth]

Stephen crosses his arms across his chest and tilts his head to one side curiously. "But do you feel that Asgard suits you better than Midgard?" he asks, while Loki clambers back into the tub and summons the bar of soap. It's strawberry-scented, Stephen can smell it from where he stands. It's... not intriguing, that's not the word he's looking for at all. A curious choice for a god of Asgard, perhaps.

[bylightbytruth]

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble / (Open)

[prettypoisonishercry]

It is raining on Natasha’s head.

No, she’s not caught out in one of those soakers that drenches the city and leaves everything smelling like mold and damp.  She’s standing in the kitchen, caught halfway through reaching for a jar labelled prune spread (which actually contained Nutella).

And it is raining on her head.

There is a gloomy little storm cloud hovering about 8 inches above her, and every few minutes it gives off a grumble of thunder and sparks with about a foot-length of lightning.  Her hair is soaked, her hairstyle non-existent and she’s starting to regret wearing a white T-shirt.

"Please," she says with strained patience.

[bylightbytruth]

Fortunately, no infernal beasts of hell are involved, and the storm is relatively small (considering that one of Stephen's students had previously unleashed a sentient storm a mile long over Greenwich Village. He'd helped volunteers clean up lizard guts for six days afterwards).

Unfortunately, it's a targeted storm, and the victim is someone he's rather fond of, and he can now see her rather nice black brassiere quite clearly, though to be polite he declines to compliment it.

He moves closer, shoving his hand into the cloud and moving it a little ways from Natasha. The vanishing spell is simple but has a tendency to cause the storm to grow before it fades away. It disappears reluctantly, spitting its last few raindrops with acidic (literally) temperament. He can only be grateful that it hadn't been grumpy enough to rain acid on Natasha before he could arrive.

For a moment he just stands there, the acid trying and failing to eat away at his shoes. "Ta da," he says with a little flourish of his hands.

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These vices / Illyana and Stephen

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Yana gave a slight shrug at the mention of them. “Not really. Though of them, I count Piotr as a role model. I haven’t seen him in a while, but as far as I can tell, my brother fares well.” She kicked her feet over the couch, swinging them slightly.

"We may have to agree to disagree on this one Mr. Strange. While I admit they’re not exactly perfect, one could easily be seen above the other as a bit more morally responsible, though not by much." Maybe she was reading too much into the movie.

[bylightbytruth]

She could certainly do a lot worse than Piotr Rasputin. During what little contact he's had with the X-Men, Colossus was one of those who had made a good impression. "He is a good man."

"It's a coming-of-age story. One does have to be morally responsible to be the protagonist in such tales." The car reappeared on the screen, and he shifted a little excitedly in his seat. "I think I know what the car means. For once, it does not symbolize a penis," he said, pointing at it.

[desperate-remedies-blog]

These vices / Illyana and Stephen

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Yana found herself smirking at his advice, arching one eyebrow and casting a glance back toward the television. “I have enough potential role models to last me a lifetime or two, so no fear there.”

"At least his friend seems to fear consequence." She pointed out, a finger gesturing toward the boy in question, though she hadn’t paid enough attention to actually know the character’s name. "Weak willed, obviously, but somewhat respectful of authority nonetheless."

[bylightbytruth]

"You are associated with the X-Men still?" He asked because he could not think of anyone in Limbo who would serve as any sort of role model. If anything, she's the best of that lot.

"I do not think this is their car," he noted. "He's not that respectful of authority." He shrugged. A certain amount of high spirits was to be expected from children, though preferably without endangering their education.

[sirarthurs]

[bylightbytruth]

Divine Interrogation / Loki and Stephen Strange

[sparkofgreen-deactivated2015011]

Loki crosses his arms which was odd for him considering he was used to much thinner arms. Just this discomfort alone made him change back to his original form. He snorts and screws up his face in offence. “And you believe I have aided someone in coming into my territory? I think not. If the Avengers are to be brought down then I will do it. You all may think that you are reforming me, but do not be fooled for I am simply waiting until brother returns and tells me he has made a grave mistake and returns me to my cell.”

[bylightbytruth]

This entire time, Stephen had kept his eyes determinedly trained on Loki's face, because now was a completely inappropriate time to be gawking at anyone's genitalia--though surely Loki was exaggerating with his imitation of Thor. One of his fingers did twitch involuntarily, and the nearby towel rustled as if encouraging Loki to cover himself. "Are you feeling homesick, by any chance?" he asked with dry sarcasm. "Shall I summon your brother to retrieve you?"

[bylightbytruth]

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble / (Open)

Oh dear. This is one of the hazards of training a new apprentice. Stephen slowly looks up at his fellow Avenger. "You have my deepest, sincerest apologies for this inconvenience. I will work toward rectifying the stray spell immediately."

[astrala]

[bylightbytruth]

Divine Interrogation / Loki and Stephen Strange

[sparkofgreen-deactivated2015011]

Loki narrowed his eyes and tried his best to keep his magic and his scent under control as rage coursed through his body. “So now you are here to mock me? Mock the chains that have been draped over my body like I am nothing?” Loki laughs and stands from the tub, body shifting as he stands into Strange himself. “If you must know.” He pauses and shifts again, this tie into Reed. “I have a natural magical talent.” From there his body goes thick, muscle rippling over his bones as they twisted into a larger form. “And I have been using it to my advantage.” Thor’s mouth spoke, but Loki’s voice rung.

[bylightbytruth]

It hadn't been his intention to anger Loki, but the reaction he provoked told him as much as he needed to know. Stephen watched patiently as Loki put on a show, appreciative of both the skill and complexity demonstrated. He found Reed Richards to be a curious choice, and perhaps there was a significance there that he was missing, but the imitation of himself was much like looking into a mirror. "I have no doubt that you are adapting to your chains as completely as is possible." He debated internally for a moment whether or not he wanted to tell Loki, but eventually decided that he might owe the chaos god some sort of explanation for the offensive question. "I believe there is--or there has been--someone in this Tower who should not be here. Be on your guard."

[desperate-remedies-blog]

These vices / Illyana and Stephen

[desperate-remedies-blog]

Yana almost snickered at that comment. So he was a bit stricter than herself when it came to schedules. Noted. Then again, maybe her opinion was simply because she hadn’t really had that opportunity presented to her. “Haven’t actually seen that one, so I have no clue when it was released.” She shrugged before glancing back at the TV.

"I don’t remember actually." Crap. She’d gotten distracted. She watched the screen for a moment until one of the character referred to other and her memory sparked. "Ferris Bueller’s Day Out.” That didn’t sound right.

"It’s Day Off, Miss.” Jarvis supplied.

"Oops. Yeah, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”

[bylightbytruth]

Stephen couldn't recall which year he had seen it (and, honestly, had to think for a second to remember which year it was currently). "Perhaps some time before this one?" he mused out loud. Or it just might be the subject material that was throwing him off, the contrast between a fantasy movie and one set in more modern times. 

"Do not treat this young man as a role model," he warned, a little teasingly. JARVIS, as always, was a thing of wonder, and was one of the many reasons he needed to reevaluate his current opinion on the limits of science.

[cowboyrocketeer]

Wrack Them Up|Sam & Dr. Strange|

[cowboyrocketeer]

"That’s fine with me, Stephen. Good luck with finding the source of that dark arts thing you were talking about." Sam decided to just lay on the couch in the rec room after Stephen had left. That wasn’t such a bad morning. Well, he made a friend and now had someone to play pool with. Yep, pretty good morning.

(Thread End)

[cowboyrocketeer]

Wrack Them Up|Sam & Dr. Strange|

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam nodded, definitely feeling more at ease after the quick explanation Stephen had just given him.  He fully relaxed, giving a genuine smile. “Whenever you feel like getting your pride handed to you, partner,” he joked lightly. He was now back to his fully relaxed state, which he was more than happy to be in. “And if you ever wanna try roping. I got rope and a practice post I can set up sometime. But that’s totally up to you.”

[bylightbytruth]

Stephen smiled back at him, relieved to see Sam fully relaxing again. "We shall see whose pride is challenged. And I may yet take you up on that offer--with no magical encouragement given to the rope, I promise." He started toward the door. "If you will excuse me, Samuel, this has been a pleasant distraction, but I must return to my earlier task."

[cowboyrocketeer]

Wrack Them Up|Sam & Dr. Strange|

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam hesitantly stepped closer, sighing in relief when there was no reaction. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a light sigh. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that, but still. Thanks.”  He felt a little awkward now after that little display, but hey, he hadn’t panicked. So that was a good thing.

"Sorry for the secrecy, I just really don’t like talking about it. It’s been a sort of thorn in my side since I was told about it. Something to do with Alpha pheromones. Still would like that next game sometime."

[bylightbytruth]

"You are welcome," Stephen said casually. "It is not a difficult spell, nor one that will trouble me to reapply when necessary." He didn't want Sam to feel too awkward about his condition to ever ask for the help whenever he needed it.

He rubbed at his chin during Sam's explanation. Some sort of hormonal imbalance, perhaps? "Do not apologize. You have the right to keep your medical concerns between you and your physician. I shall, however, be sure to find you for a rematch at a later date."