#supremestrangeness

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

unplotted starter for @supremestrangeness

It's been days... weeks... months... centuries? Longer then it usually took for her to visit as a static crackled to life in the quiet, nebulous, constantly semi stable Mirror Sanktum.

A slender figure stepped through. Breathing in deeply at the familiarity, as if she was tasting the air, carefully moving through the hallway she'd found herself at. Her heart was heavy but she needed help. Something only Stephen Strange could help her fix. This Stephen Strange, not the one that resided in her own dimension.

It felt horrible to stand here again. Nearly every shadow movement made her flinch, not because she was scared but because she was afraid of how he would react to her presence after radio silence.

Her hair had grown out, curls tangling through themselves all the way to her shoulder blades. two strands were braided and twisted back to keep out of her face. "Stephen." She rasped into the dark, sending a quick impulse of magic along with the name, hoping it would help summon him as she walked towards the overgrown living room.

[lastavengedmoving]

“Hmm, so you’re my wife in this entire branch of reality, statistically? Interesting,” A familiar voice drifted up from the shadows, although there was an uncharacteristic edge to it. Like the rustle of a predator lurking in the bushes. (From Supreme to Clea ahehe)

There's a feeling at the back of her skull that something has entered the premises, apparating from the shadows. Clea's meet with a visage of a Stephen Strange; this will not be the first or last time that she encounters familiar unfamiliar faces from other universes. THE WARLORD looks upon him, recognizing what was not hers, and shrugs. She's not so naive not to think that other realities intersecting won't spell trouble. Yet she'll air on caution, it's what her Stephen would. ❝ So I take that means I am not in yours? ❞ Curious, but stranger things have been true. ❝ You clearly aren't my Stephen, so who are you to come to here? ❞

[localwebslingers]

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It was late when the tingling in the back of his head caught...something. Calling it a warning was an overstatement, more like noticing that something was different? Off? No, that wasn't right either, but it was new and kinda hard to explain. What better reason was there to stick to the side of a building and go have a look? In the middle of the night, when Peter should be getting back home to try and get some sleep. He looked around and felt another, he guessed a nudge would be the best word for it, up towards another building.

The first thing he did was land in a crouch on the edge of the building to look around. The second thing he did was completely stop and stare for a few very long, very quiet seconds as it felt like his brain caught up with what, or rather who, he was looking at. Because that was Stephen-- no, wait, it wasn't? No, he didn't look-- ...no that was definitely Stephen, Peter was sure of that.

His head tilted a moment before he quickly looked up and around at the sky. Just to check and be sure. Nope, no cracks, no glowing, no people floating around. Okay, that was good. Peter looked back and held up his hands, "I dunno if you're lost or visiting, but I swear I did not have anything to do with it this time...maybe, I don't think. I'm seventy percent sure I didn't break anything this time."

[mistrdctr]

@supremestrangeness asked: “Well isn’t this nice, looks like someone is a fully functional member of society, huh?” The voice sounded like his own, but there was an edge to it, seemingly coming from nowhere… at least until he noticed that his shadow was moving independently from himself.

Stephen almost drops the cup of coffee he's holding between his fingers; The sight of his own damn shadow suddenly moving, speaking to him, definitely not something he's expected to see at this early wednesday morning (11 am, define 'early'). He blinks as he stares down at it, squints even, causing that signature crinkle to appear above the bridge of his nose---

"---The fuck?", he asks, shaking his head as if trying to get rid of an imaginary fly. No, he's just trying to figure out whether he's truly seeing this... or if that's just his hangover speaking.

He shouldn't have drank so fucking much tequila. Probably was poisoned or some shit.

"Yeah, you tell me, shadow." Better masking that surprise - and slight tinge of uneasiness - with some good old-fashioned coolness. Yeah, will work perfectly fine, he's sure about that. "Last time I remember looking at you, you were firmly connected to my damn feet and doing the things I do. Since when did you develop a mind of your own? Just tell me which kind of demon I have to deal with here, makes things a lot easier for the both of us."

Is it really just his hangover speaking there, or... perhaps, as he's guessing silently here, some kind of interdimensional being that sounds strangely close to himself? Fuck, he's not even fully dressed yet!

[inhcritance]

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All things considered, most of the time Harry left the matter of arranging meetings to his assistants. There were very few times he didn't want Oscorp involved, especially these days, and especially when dealing with anyone who had either enhancements, superpowers, or any similar abilities.

This, however, was an entirely different situation, so he'd had to approach the Sorcerer Supreme himself. And hope against hope, given Harry's own family name, that he'd agree to a meeting.

He hadn't been waiting too long, in the grand scheme of things, when he noticed someone who actually could be the man he was looking for. Not in his full regalia, so it might not be, but as Harry's gaze left his phone and the documents he was checking, there on a bench in a corner of Central Park and also dressed almost like any usual passerby, if one that had just left an office, he thought he really had the correct man.

"Doctor Strange." He approached him, in the end. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting." And then, "Walk with me?" He suggested.

Because he didn't want to be overheard, and admittedly he was a shade more nervous than he wanted to show. Particularly when there were lives in danger.

[ofasgardianvariants]

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Sylvie looked around the strange room that she'd found when she'd stepped through the Time Door. It reminded her of the Citadel at the End of Time, but something felt wrong. The world beyond its wall...didn't exist, or at least was falling apart on a molecular level. Although she was bone tired, she drew her sword and began to slowly make herself up the stairs. "Hello?" She called out.

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❛ So, the Stephen Strange... ❜ A wicked smile comes forth, etching into the witch’s features. ❛ Here I was expecting something more impressive. I’m a little disappointed to tell you the truth. ❜

[moonstoneandopal]

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STEPHEN WAS BORN FOR THE MYSTIC ARTS, but there was a thin line between being gifted and being mad, often they were one in the same. Being confronted with Stephen's obsessive tendencies gone awry in another universe wasn't easy; however, he couldn't help but worry.

What had happened to this Strange's Wong? Perhaps it was best some questions REMAINED UNANSWERED.

Strange ate like a beast; there was no doubt about that, and as the starved creature crouched over with BARED FANGS, Wong clasped his hands behind his back and silently excused himself from the room.

However, there was a fizzle of a portal that appeared next to the plate after his departure with an invitation to come to Kamar-Taj every Thursday night at 7 p.m. when dinner would be privately served by none other than the SORCERER SUPREME.