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[suckstobestrange]

who: Stephen Strange and you!
what: Home repairs
when: June 13
where: The Sanctum Sanctorum! Or… what’s left of it anyways!
warnings: Stephen being an idiot.


The Library
[He was… glad to see the Sanctum, to be sure. Even if it was damaged. But he still held his breath almost instinctively as he went inside, to take stock of the damage that wasn’t visible on the outside. He knew the Empirikul gotten in, but it was a question of what they’d managed to do. Which was a hell of a lot from the looks of things. Debris had been cleared out sure, but even still the evidence of destruction was everywhere. Streaks of black from the energy of their weapons, cracked drywall and doors missing altogether where they had to brute force their way past enchanted locks. Dark wide swaths of char and ash in the living room where they’d literally burned the forest to nothing.

Anyone that came in and went beyond the barren front room would find him still there, frowning out the window, one arm braced against the wall. Behind him, Wong paced with small huffs and grumbles, as if the pup was uncertain what to do with his person in such a mood.]

Repairs
[Stephen Strange was not a carpenter. And he never counted building as one of his hobbies. But the state of the Sanctum had him pissed off enough that he didn’t want to just leave it like that. Even if all he could do was just work on sealing the place up again before he took proper stock of the damage, it was something.

Anyone coming by would find the sorcerer up on the roof, nailing down a tarp over the hole that once had been a window. Or trying to anyways. If anyone followed him up the ladder they’d hear the way he was cursing under his breath the entire time he was fighting against too-shaky hands to actually hit the damn nails.

Fuck but this was a pain in the ass.]

Wildcard
[Let me know if there’s another prompt you’d like and I’ll make it happen!]

Comments

[suckstobestrange]

[Just the confirmation that so far things seemed to be as business as usual as this place tended towards seemed to ease him somewhat.]

Apparently that happens here sometimes. Places and things follow people in. It's already starting to recover a bit... long enough in this spot and it'll be back to it's old self.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Places following . . . that is enough to unnerve Loki. There are some things Loki does look forward to seeing again. He will have to keep his eyes to the ground for any sign of the Bifrost. ]

So this is not bait for the Empirikul to follow?

[suckstobestrange]

If it were bait, it would show up like it was before they finished burning it out. In it's current state, even a child's spell would eclipse what magic there is to say nothing of the magic otherwise here.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Even so, Loki will keep away from this place. He's not going to draw the attention of some magic-hating group. He has enough enemies to deal with. ]

How long will it take for this place to regain its glory?

[suckstobestrange]

Depends how long it takes to soak up the energy around it. Could be weeks, could be months. Or longer, if it decides it doesn't like this place's brand of magical energy.

[If they show up, Loki will be a target just by virtue of being himself, sorry to say.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Fabulous. He sighs. Valuable information, at least. ]

The way this portal functions is erratic. Far too erratic.

[suckstobestrange]

You don't have to tell me. This whole thing is a gongshow.

[dothelokimotion]

What is a gongshow?

[suckstobestrange]

It's slang. Basically means everything's a goddamn mess.

[dothelokimotion]

That will continue to be the case, I suspect, even in a place like this.

[suckstobestrange]

From my experience, it tends to be the case everywhere.

[dothelokimotion]

And what kind of experience do you speak of?

[suckstobestrange]

My job back home lets me travel a lot. So I get a first-hand look at all sorts of messes.

[dothelokimotion]

Primarily magical messes, from what you said earlier.

[ A strange job for a mortal, but mortals do like to feel important. ]

[suckstobestrange]

Yep. And those tend to twist around into some of the biggest pain in the ass messes to fix.

[Someone's gotta do it, why not the stone-stubborn recovering asshole?]

[dothelokimotion]

And you took it upon yourself?

[suckstobestrange]

Comes with the territory. Sometimes fixing the messes gets you ahead of something that could have been a bigger problem later down the line.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki hums quietly at that. From what he's seen of Earth, they seem to be quite capable of making their own messes. Honestly, it was more fun to watch than to involve himself. ]

And they just keep coming. Tragically.

[suckstobestrange]

Well it's not really a surprise, it's a big universe after all.

[And that's not even counting the other dimensions and realities either.]

[dothelokimotion]

Can you truly call it the will of the universe?

[suckstobestrange]

Oh I never meant it that way, I'm not really a 'it's your destiny' sort. Just with as big as the universe is, there's plenty of places for trouble to come from.

[dothelokimotion]

Or you could just be a magnet for trouble.

[suckstobestrange]

[That earns a wry chuckle and a faint grin.]

Well that almost goes without saying at this point. It also comes with the job description, sad to say.

[dothelokimotion]

A job you've chosen. Surely you can "retire" as humans put it.

[suckstobestrange]

Probably could. I'm way too stubborn to stop though.