Doctor Strange

Dr Stephen Strange, MD. Closed RP blog.

[purplefurperson-archive]

“Catseye wants to!” Of course she would get the hang of it! She could get the hang of anything, she was sure. “But Catseye doesn’t want to stay long. Not many sleeps, yes?” Catseye feared nothing, and yet she hadn’t slept in a room by herself in months. She wasn’t scared, but she didn’t think she’d like it, either. And what about Rachel? “Tigerstripes has bad dreams; Catseye helps…” she pondered sadly. “Leave toy for Tigerstripes, yes? Catseye’s purple kitty, leave for Tigerstripes.”

[thestrangedxctor]

He couldn’t help but smile at her burst of enthusiasm regarding classes. “Not many sleeps, no. I don’t think so. If you give it a good try, you will show that you’re ready sooner even.” he answered. Nodding, he continued. “That I could do.. if you’re sure?” Stephen ended with a question. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

Sharon frowned. “Catseye’s never had classes.” She wasn’t against trying new things; actually, it was exciting. But she didn’t know how she felt about trying something new in Observation. It sounded extra boring. “Good why?” she asked, but jumped to a new subject quickly. “Toys now please?”

[thestrangedxctor]

“Who knows, you might just like them.” he replied in suggestion. He knew the idea of staying in observation would not appeal to her at all, so he tried to think and present it as a very brief and temporary period. Exactly like a practice run. “Why?? Well, don’t you want to learn to go to classes like your friends? You could join them once you leave here if you’ve got the hang of it.” 

[purplefurperson-archive]

Sharon nodded. She supposed maybe her human parents named her before they abandoned her, but if so, she didn’t remember it. Cats didn’t give each other names, either, so it was only when Emma took her under her wing that she learned what a name was and was given one of her own. She didn’t quite get it at first, but once she learned the power of having something to identify herself with, Emma couldn’t get her to shut up, although at first it was just “CAT!” and not “Catseye,”

Sharon grinned at the thought of her toys and blanket. “Own territory? Means Catseye can leave?” she asked hopefully. The ‘when you’re ready’ part made her doubt it, though. “Classes? Missy teaches Catseye. Says classes too advanced for Catseye still. Catseye can read Cat in the Hat, though,” she said proudly. Of course, thanks to her memory, it was memorized the first time Emma read it to her, but she was still pretty sure she could read the words.

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen sighed at her question, “I’m afraid not just yet, Catseye.” he answered. Maybe soon he thought, but certainly not this quickly. “Some maybe are right now.. but I think some could help, and I’d like you to try some of the classes here for awhile. Along with some one on one instruction, once I speak to Emma. I think it might be good.”

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[illusixnisms-blog]

‘Us’ made him stop. Another enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Loki looked over the strange man once more, perhaps the scepter was more in the other’s interest than he thought. Perhaps it wasn’t particularly a relationship of interest but that of wanting and actively searching. Just as Loki is now. He wanted to follow him, and it would be important to establish terms.

                                Enemy or ally.

     “I was merely planning on returning to my temporary PRIVATE chambers.             If I were thinking of continuing my search this night, well-             perhaps I should question you otherwise. What business             would you have with me other than mutual interest in a                                                                                                weapon?”

[thestrangedxctor]

“Well, other than that...”, he paused. “Between us... it’s rare I find another with any interest in the mystics. Isn’t it just refreshing, to speak with another who understands such, in one way or another?” Smirking, he continued, “Whatever might we learn from such discussion. From such... acquaintance.” 

[purplefurperson-archive]

“Yes, Catseye. Missy gave Catseye person-name Sharon Smith and mutant-person-name Catseye.” Her expression brightened as he said there would still be playing. A place to play? That sounded exciting! When the toys and blanket were mentioned, she perked up even more. It wouldn’t be as fun by herself, but maybe there were other people in Observation who would play with her. She still wanted out, but it would make things a better. “Tigerstripes is Rachel!” she announced. “Catseye’s toys and blanket in Tigerstripes’ room, since Catseye doesn’t have own territory yet and Missy… needed space.”

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen was surprised at this revelation. He hadn’t had any prior idea of this bit of information that she had been named by another student at the school? Could this be right? “Emma is the one who named you? Do you mean you had no name before coming here?”, he asked a little sadly. This news now, coupled with the fact that she  considered the sewers to be home surely pulled at his heart as well as bothered him. He noted the tone in her voice when she talked about both Rachel and Emma, and it was clear to him how important they both were to her. “We can get those for you, certainly. I can look into... your own territory also if you want. When you’re ready.” He didn’t know the situation behind her accommodation thus far, or what was behind Missy needing space, but he figured it wouldn’t be hard enough. There must be another free room available for her. Stephen stopped to think carefully for a moment. “What would you think about considering some classes down here? I think we could find something maybe of benefit to you.”

[boltagarblackagon-blog1]

Blackagar stood impassively for several seconds, mulling this over. Telepathy would be a great assistance, but it forced him to lower his psi-shields and let someone in. He did not trust the humans, but he wondered if now was a moment to take a great risk for the sake of all.

Slowly he lowered his defenses guardedly, pushing what he wished to say to the forefront of his mind as no stranger to the method of communication. I’m King Black Bolt, of the Inhumans. I come on behalf of a people that does not wish to be found, and a way of life that’s so increasingly difficult to maintain.

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen nodded in acknowledgement first before concentrating on his thoughts, pushing them out, . “I thank you for your trust.” he thought back first. “I am Stephen Strange, and though I do not rule here... I hold title of Sorcerer Supreme, and mystic protector of this realm. I think.. you’ll find a population of those who will respect that.” 

[purplefurperson-archive]

“Then…would tell why the pretty-hair woman was mean,” she admitted. “But Catseye not like not playing. Gets bored and sadhearted and feels less strong. But Catseye not want stay here.” She thought about it and decided to bring up her earlier point. “If Catseye goes home, no playing with people, just hunting, so no need play. Should let Catseye go and Catseye will be good cat. Or let Catseye go back uppy-stairs and…and will only play in mind. Good Catseye, yes?” It was an offer she didn’t want to make, but she didn’t want to be left in Observation. She could always run away after that. After a pause and more consideration, she added. “Should let Catseye have her toys and blanket, though.”

[thestrangedxctor]

“Catseye.” he said out loud. Not intentionally to call her, but more just a statement of confirmation. Stephen knew well enough that most of, if not all of the mutants he had heard of at least, all had code names, and he took the name she herself used as just that. Choosing to call her that now as she referred to herself as such, he spoke again. “I assume this is your code name?” he asked. “Well, how about this. Maybe not no playing ever... but.. more careful, perhaps. And maybe a place to do so..” his mind raced to think of what he could possibly arrange. So far, it truly did seem to him that she could benefit greatly even just by having certain times she could freely play, and expend the energy she had. His mind turned back to the conversation at hand then, “your toys and blanket you can have. May I ask.. who Tigerstripes is?” he said. Stephen knew by this point that ‘Missy’ referred to the telepath Emma Frost, but was still unaware of the other mentioned. He briefly thought on visiting both to permit and possibly encourage them to visit. Emma, being a telepath, and also seemingly close to the girl already could prove to be helpful possibly. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

She knew her senses were lesser in her human form, but she thought she’d still be able to tell…wouldn’t she? There were a few times where she couldn’t tell people’s intentions by their body language, so maybe… “Oh. Silly Catseye! Didn’t think of that.” It was one more reason that although people thought they were smarter, cats were clearly superior. “Okay,” she said, sensing that his apology was genuine. She’d still like to do something mean to get even, but maybe that wasn’t a good idea. “Why ask then? Why here?”

[thestrangedxctor]

“Well...” he started. Thinking on how exactly to try and explain this to her. “Sharon, what if the woman with the hair felt threatened?” he paused before going on. Would she get that others couldn’t distinguish or appreciate playing like that without knowing?. “Those who don’t know you.. might not understand your playing.”, he tried. 

[boltagarblackagon-blog1]

He glanced back at the man, wondering briefly what this individual could perceive. Blackagar lifted both hands and spread his arms out in an encompassing gesture, then met them swiftly, hooking each hand in the other as clasped hands.

For a few seconds he held the gesture, holding the stranger in a level gaze.

[thestrangedxctor]

Seeing the gestures made by the man, they came across pretty clear to Stephen. “Ah, well let me be the first, maybe, to welcome you.” he said.  At this point, he realized the man couldn’t speak for one reason or another, basd on the sign gestures. “Do you mind a different form of communication? he asked upfront, tapping his head as he did. “See, I possess telepathy.” knowing this bit of information itself was a gamble, as telepathy came with much more than just the communication aspect. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

“That’s stupid! Tail moves different, no claws, even different smell!!” How could they not tell the difference? It was obvious that she was just playing. As far as she was concerned, it was her who was attacked. She just wanted to play and make friends.

She could tell he was sad, but it only added more confusion. Why was he sad? He was a teacher. He could probably play whenever he wanted, and go outside, too. He wasn’t being kept in Observation for no good reason.   “Not fair making Catseye tell about playing since Catseye can’t play now. Not needing make Catseye feel heartworse — very mean. Making talk about Missy when Catseye doesn’t have Missy any more.” Her eyes were watery and her pouting lip quivered at the thought of having to stay in Observation without anyone or anything to play with — without Missy to guide her and teach her things. “Catseye wants to go home!”

[thestrangedxctor]

“I suppose the rest of us aren’t that observant.” Stephen said with a chuckle. It hit him now that especially with her feline instincts, as well as her own experiences, how she would find that ridiculous to mix up the two.  “we aren’t able to sense those signs as well as you. ” He fell silent for a moment after her expression about the situation. He softened as he saw her expression and heard tone of voice in conjunction with what she was saying. “It is not my intent to be mean, Sharon. I don’t ask these things to upset you, and so I apologize.” he said, humbling himself to the young girl. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

“Not only sewers. Old tunnels, too,” she interjected when she noted the shocked tone. “Catseye safe. Almost grown cat. Can hear before water comes, always gets away. Catseye always lived there.” She didn’t like the sound of his voice, though; it didn’t seem like he would change his mind. “Why ask about playing?” He didn’t seem mean, but he was acting that way, she thought. Was this part of the consequences? Being reminded about things she couldn’t do, places she couldn’t go, and people she couldn’t see? Her lips were pouted and she sat a little taller in her crouch, a subconscious effort to keep herself from feeling so small after hearing such a disappointing answer.

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen froze up as soon as she mentioned being able to hear the water down there before it came. He already had been concerned for her safety, and with the relevance of water danger brought up now, he couldn’t help it when his mind took him back many years, and to his own younger sister whom he had lost to the very same element. Images of her slipping under the water dotted his mind along with his own inability to save her, like he should have. Thinking of this, tears appeared in his eyes for a moment before he blinked them away quickly, and snapped back to it. Where was he now? “Playing.. yes..” he started, “Sharon.. I understand that you just wanted to play. It’s just.... not all humans can tell the difference when you are in your cat form.”  he settled on. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

“Big roars loud!” she explained. “Can be heard far, far away, not good for closeness talking.” Sharon didn’t really feel like explaining Missy’s situation, but if she didn’t answer and he just sat there all quiet again, it would be so annoying. “Missy changed to shiny-rock. Not now shiny-rock, changed back yester-night. Can’t use mind-powers when shiny-rock.”

“Home is under the ground, in tunnels and sewers.” Her tone didn’t denote any sadness at the statement; it was simply a matter of fact. “Can Catseye go back? Will be good cat, only hunting animals, no playhunting with people.” Unless someone like Rachel came to visit her, then all bets were off, although she didn’t say that part. She hoped if she left, she could still see her friends sometimes.

[thestrangedxctor]

With the mention specifically of “shiny rock”, he now saw an image in her mind paired with Emma’s change and the only explanation in his mind so far was that it must be in relation to her mutation. “The sewers??”. He was more than a little surprised with being told this, and also, more than a bit saddened, he realized. The sewers and various tunnels down there were not exactly a safe, or necessarily good place for any child to have to live in, willing or unwillingly, and he wasn’t about to give permission to, or aid a student under his responsibility in any form to go back there. “Sharon.. the sewers aren’t the most safe for you, or anybody else. I...I can’t just send you off to go live there. I want you to be safe.” Stephen felt a little torn inside. Not that he was ever going to, but the fact that she was even asking to return there, and by all he felt, didn’t feel any way about it negatively didn’t sit right with him. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

Sharon shrugged as if to say ‘so?’ in reply to his statement, clearly missing the point. She thought about her answer. With her memory, she could be very specific, but that probably wasn’t necessary. “Catseye has toys,” she began. But they were human toys she was only allowed to play with while human-looking, and that was hard. “Can play with if human form and quiet and not needing study or practice. Can play sometimes with Tigerstripes…no claws, no teeth, no big roars, no squishing, still fun. Went outside with Birdman once, let Catseye play hunt.” She tapped her head. “Sometimes play in mind, before big metalbots changed Missy. Pretend going outside and exploring. Sometimes pretend visit Catseye’s home. Played with Robbie once, but…was breaking rules.” Without thinking, she rubbed the bruise on her face. “Tigerstripes said she would play in mind with me…” she trailed off, wondering why he was asking. She didn’t have her toys now, nor Emma and Rachel. It seemed mean to ask her to tell him those things, since he took them away from her.

“Can Catseye go home? Catseye only needs stay if student, yes? Can Catseye not be student?” In a way, it made sense. She would still be underground, and she still wouldn’t have Emma or Rachel, so it would basically be the same punishment, except she’d have room to run around and could hunt instead of eating yucky human food. And she wouldn’t get to live with people anymore or study people things, but she did okay living as a cat before.

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen sat taking in all of her thoughts to him. He didn’t do this as often as some others, or that much at all as of late especially, and so he likely was witnessed actually nodding at some of what she was communicating about the rules she was made to abide by when it came to playing. He figured that she had the part about now claws or teeth down pact, based on her thoughts, but echoed his own thought back to her, “no big roars or squishing is good.” With the mention of “Birdman”, she thought of possible people and realized it must be the mutant student Warren Worthington. He knew of the sentinel attack that happened, but wasn’t totally sure what she had meant by the sentinel’s having “changed missy”  and thought to her, “changed? what do you mean?”. He noticed the bruise on her face, but held onto that for later. for now. Who could say whether this ‘conversation’ would continue if he took it down that road now. It seemed to him so far that maybe she would benefit from a true outlet for her energy and clear feline instincts. 

“Go home??” It struck him a little odd that she was asking this. Did she really dislike things here that much? “Where is home?”, he asked, pushing aside the topic of remaining a student for now. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

Sharon giggled and couldn’t resist poking his nose with her pointer finger while his eyes were closed. “Yes, dressed,” she answered. Her tail moved back and forth in a combination of amusement and impatience. If anyone was behind her, it would have caused a modesty issue—that was, if Sharon had any modesty. “Answer now?” 

[thestrangedxctor]

Feeling the poke on his nose, he resisted the urge to groan. Clearly the girl was bored. “Some people might not like that, you know.” he said simply, in regards to her poking his nose. Stephen opened his eyes after she answered him that she was dressed. He took a deep breath, thinking on how he would approach this and after her prompt to answer, he finally spoke again. “Sharon, now I understand you were just interested in the woman’s hair.. and wanted to play. I was wondering, how often do you get to play here?”

[purplefurperson-archive]

Catseye looked at him somewhat warily. She would mind, but she got the feeling he wasn’t going to keep talking if she didn’t shift. She needed to talk to him, because otherwise she would alone and bored and confused. She huffed and turned around, shifting as she walked towards her dress laying on the floor. She slid it on awkwardly—thankfully there were no tricky buttons—and turned back around. She was bigger than him standing up, which pleased her cat instincts, but she remembered that humans weren’t much for talking if you were standing over them, and crouched back down, sitting on her heels so she was a little taller. Still, she was scrawny and gangling, unable to form the kind of impressive muscles she had in her natural form. “Answer Catseye now?”

[thestrangedxctor]

Stephen hadnt’t expected her to just shift like that. He had assumed she would answer him, and likely question that in this quite open room, to which he would have just conjured and appropriate barrier through magic, or even a simple illusory spell, which he did now, flicking his hand to weave an illusion ontop of the room walls.  But this he hadn’t seen coming. As she shifted, the sorcerer, very rarely thrown off like this, shut his eyes tight. Clearing his throat, “Um, Sharon.. are you dressed yet?” he asked, realizing there was maybe another topic to discuss here. 

[purplefurperson-archive]

NOT good, she thought back, then shook her head ‘no’ exaggeratedly. If she had to guess, she’d say she probably broke a rule, because that’s what she was told would happen if she was bad. What was bad enough to be locked down here, though? She was sad at the memorial, then distracted, then…oh. The playing with the magic pretty hair. She must have been thinking too much with her cat mind, trying not to think of the sadness. Then there was yelling and fighting and she didn’t know why it was happening and then… Catseye’s not supposed to play unless Missy or Tigerstripes or a teacher says she can? she guessed, looking at him with sad, curious cat eyes. Now Catseye…now no Missy or Tigerstripes or windows to look out or Catseye’s toys or blanket. Catseye doesn’t like that. Catseye wants to leave.

[thestrangedxctor]

Being that he was using telepathy, he could see her immediate thoughts on the night, as well as the ones relating to it in general, and he could tell right away that there was no intent to harm,, or even scare anybody. He realized that as long as she truly realized how her version of playing came off to other humans, that she was not really a threat or danger to anyone. But he had to either determine whether she did or didn’t understand and possibly make her understand. He let out a sigh, not answering her question for now. He thought this conversation would be much easier with her in her human form, and plus, those cat eyes looking at him the way they did were quite distracting also. “Sharon.. would you mind turning back to your human form so we can talk, please?” 

[purplefurperson-archive]

Sharon’s ears stood up as she heard his voice in her mind. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, since she spent so much time with Missy and Tigerstripes, but she didn’t know the teacherperson could do that. Although it still sounded feline, her response was more distinctly English this time: “Helloww,” she echoed back to him. It was a challenge in her furform, not just to use the different vocal chords, but to form more human thoughts. She nudged him again, not aggressively, just acknowledging him and making sure he acknowledged her, too.

[thestrangedxctor]

He had been about to answer her back when she nudged him again. Not hard or threatening by any means, and so there was no need for action, or even movement from the spot truly. Stephen almost laughed out loud sadly at her seeming impatience? though deduced it was equally likely a want for attention, considering she was a cat at the moment.Regardless, both seemed to briefly remind and make him think of how his sister had been at times early on in her childhood. Snapping back from that, he reached out again with his mind. “How are you doing Sharon? Do you know why you were brought here?”