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Prestidigitation | Stephen & 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟

[ LOCATION: SANCTUM SANCTORUM ]

The streets weren’t overly busy but 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟’𝕤 traversal had garnered a few polite nods during this quiet evening, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣 reciprocating in kind despite the lack of awareness of who these civilians may be, given the expanse of Manhattan - Beck reasoned that they were most likely locals who knew Strange but he didn’t spend too long in consideration, the developer having matters far more important to contemplate. Perched on the edge of a windowsill and peering through the pane of glass from a building two blocks away, Quentin’s gaze drifts over the inkiness of the warm night sky, a playful smirk curling over his lips in contentment - based on the colourful spectacle he had planned, visibility of the whole ordeal would be wonderfully amplified and ripe for the capture of media.

Reverting his attention back to one of the monitors he had setup, the Sanctum looms into view and 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, line of vision remaining focused on the rounded formation of the iconic pane of glass and its wonderfully baroque design ( it was almost a shame... ). There’s a thunderous tremor in the atmosphere, a flash of 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 splitting the sky in two, its elongated point of contact aiming directly for the centre of the window.

“𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜.”

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Character Study: 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣

“𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.” It takes some adjustment but the 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 man’s voice is sufficiently ladened with placidity, a degree of serenity interwoven with wisdom far beyond his years. Quentin had enjoyed some of the intellectually and philosophically engaging conversations that the pair had shared, amply challenged to think outside of his perceived points of view, a feat which doesn’t happen very often. He almost thinks twice about putting together this particular study ( almost ), the need to unsettle this city far outweighing a supposed sense of contrition - if the prominent figure of ex-Sorcerer Supreme could be rattled, the rest would follow suite.

The developer was thankful for Strange’s role having been stripped away from him, the level of threat in which he posed lessening ever so slightly regardless of his otherworldly abilities. A flick of the 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣’𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥 sees a series of 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 encroaching upon splayed fingertips, messy and sporadic due to the sheer variety of patterns in which Beck had taken the time to peruse for the physical manifestation of ‘magic’. “𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕥. ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟, 𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤... ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤.” The apparatus around his ears are adjusted, steely eyes closing as concentration edges over his features to laboriously memorise the detailed formation of a motif which had been extracted from an online vector for South Asian textiles - it appealed to the developer’s creative side and he genuinely hoped Stephen would appreciate it too.

A 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨 commences to flourish from the 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕥𝕤, the intricate elongated pattern beginning to manifest as the man 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕥 in place at the centre of his palm, slowly passing it over to the other to create a 𝕕𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖 - they aren’t tangible but the realistic appearance is enough for the engineer to swell with pride, veering his line of vision towards a wall purposefully constructed for this experiment. “𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝟞𝟟%, 𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝟛, 𝟚, 𝟙...” Timing was everything, the magic-wielder’s body 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 in prepared choreography, arms consciously extending to 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨 the glimmering formations with a pointed snap of his wrists. The barrier shatters into several fragments and crumbles to dust, the sheer force taking Quentin aback, lips agape as he glances at 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.