#doctcrstrange

[princeoftrickery]

He wouldn’t have minded if Loki simply borrowed a book. It was self-study, and it gave Strange a break from what he often groaned about as ‘glorified babysitting’. Loki was very smart, after all, and he could work out what was in most of the ‘advanced’ books that his current mentor had recommended. So big deal if this one also happened to have the label: restricted. That was surely a test (and not of his own restraint, of course not).

Dr. Strange did, however, probably mind that his library was now covered in goo and debris. Not to mention the giant creature gurgling unintelligible noises as it tried to grab at the boy with the frighteningly emaciated limbs that stuck out from a monstrously gelatinous body. But Loki could handle it. He had brought this problem on and he would resolve it on his own---

Was that the door?

     “HELP!!”

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[capaciitor]

Tony had always said that the best parties were the one you couldn’t remember the next day. Of course, he had been about ten or twenty years younger and less...well, not constantly dealing with Avengers business and so on. Still, he had indulged in something he hadn’t in a while. Freedom from worry, from all duties, from...clothing? 

That wasn’t exactly odd, or it wouldn’t have been...if he was in his own bed. Once glance over, however, was enough to give him a reason never to step a toe out of line again. No. No. Nononono. No.

Carefully, quietly he tried to sit up, planning to comb the room for his clothes (or any, at this point---hell he’d grab that damn cape if he had to). Then he heard the groggy sounds of waking up beside him and knew it was futile.

     “Well this is....Strange.           You get that one a lot, I bet. Sorry.       No I’m not--what the hell did we do last night?!”

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[drcpalmer]

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Foot tapping to the music pouring out of her ear buds, she gives a little shoulder shimmy when the drums come alive, bopping to the rhythm as she makes another note in Jessica Jones file. The Night Nurse Clinic was mostly quiet tonight, Claire had gone home begging off closing duty in order to go see her impervious beau. And seeing as she didn’t exactly have anyone waiting at home for her, she’d agreed to stay. Glancing up, she has just enough time to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle a shriek of surprise at the man hovering over her shoulder. 

“Jesus, Stephen, we’ve talked about the portals! Do you want to send me to an early grave?” 

[princeoftrickery]

It tasted like bile, but Loki was accustomed to the sting on his tongue that came of seeking the favor of those he would sooner dispose of. He had adopted the Midgardian guise he had used on multiple occasions now, a sharp suit that did well to match his angled features. Walking along the crowded sidewalks, his eyes glanced from door to door in search of an ordinary apartment like any other. Inside, however, was an extraordinary man (by human standards, of course).

He knocked. That was the polite thing to do and considering that he could very well be attacked or at least restrained on sight, Loki was going to make sure to put forth every appearance of being cooperative. It was a habit ingrained in him by now and despite how insincere his intentions may be, he could put on a convincing show. He wasn’t called the lie-smith for nothing.

     “Anybody home?”

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[ancientisms]

@doctcrstrange│continued

The Ancient One is meditating when she feels the weak connection being pushed toward her. Her first response is to push it away, almost failing to recognize the source, because Stephen’s magic has never felt that weak before. Something is terribly wrong.

Blindly she reaches out, grasping onto the faint trails, forcing the connection stronger (but he has not allowed it to be two ways, she cannot fathom why he is keeping her from responding, keeping her from helping). Then he begins to speak, and when she hears her message it is like a dagger of ice has penetrated her chest.

       “No!”

The Sorceress knows he cannot hear her, but that does not stop the strangled cry from spilling out of her lips. A hand flies to her mouth in disbelief. He is dying. The fool is dying and has not given her an easy way to save him.

It is hard to trace where and when his message is coming from, but the Ancient One persists, working as quickly as she can, using all the tricks and knowledge she has acquired over the years to guide her magic. She will get to him in time. She will not accept defeat.

Finally she locates the source, and pulls the Sling Ring from her belt, forcing open a portal and stepping through, praying to all the gods and powers she has ever invoked that this will be successful. She will get to him in time. She will not accept defeat.

      “Stephen?”

[ancientisms]

"Goodbye" (JUST BREAK THE HEART WHY DON'T YA)

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die│Accepting

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Her body is growing weaker even as she manages to pull herself upright. She struggles to form a connection strong enough for what she needs. She must warn her student. Her mind, which she has always been able to trust, even at her lowest point, is growing as weak as her body. The Sorceress finally manages, a small flash on the palm of her hand, it will have to be enough.

           “Stephen.”

What is there to say? Her mind screams to warn him against what is coming - her failure to see her student’s growing evil, now someone else’s burden to bear - but she cannot bring herself to force out the words. He will know what is coming, they have all known it was coming.

          “My student.”

The Ancient One knows her life is slipping through her fingers, even as she struggles to maintain the connection with her greatest student. The only remaining hope that the rest of them have. He will not fail. She knows it.

          “I believe in you.”

The connection becomes too much to bear, and she looses control of it, the light fading from her fingers as she looses consciousness and slides to the ground. The edges of her vision grow dark, and then everything slips away.