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riverviewlogs2017-06-13 09:05 pm
suckstobestrange) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-13 09:05 pm
OPEN
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
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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!]
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It means he doesn't have to deal with Big Emotional Issues which he is all about avoiding right now.]
I still don't see how this is any of your business, I didn't ask for your help.
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You didn't have to ask for my help. I wanted to give it to you.
[Don't make him spell it out for you.]
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Not to mention he's pretty sure Steve wouldn't approve and he's not about to get a mom!lecture from Captain America because of Doom.]
Brush up on your Rolling Stones, seriously. I don't want help.
[But he does need it even if he won't admit it because he's doubling down on being an obstinate bastard.]
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You might not want it, but you need it.
[He lets out a sigh and looks over at him.]
Really, Stephen, I don't care what's going on with you or why the Sanctum is as damaged as it is or even why it's here. I just want to at least help with the repairs so you can go deal with everything else or not deal with it, as the case may be, instead of whether or not your roof is going to collapse.
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The repairs are the long and short of what I can deal with while I'm stuck here. [Not counting working on the absolutely self-destructive level of stubborn spite he was working with, but shhhh.] I didn't ask for help.
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...He might be here a while.]
That explains why you're being a stubborn bastard about it. [Though he does have to give him an annoyed look.] You're sounding like a broken record. If you keep that up, I might that the only thing you're able to say.
[Don't tempt him because he will.]
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You say as if I'm not a stubborn bastard as a matter of course. [That annoyance? Just gets a faint, wry sort of smirk. At least it's something other than pissy glaring?] And if people just listened in the first place I wouldn't have to repeat myself so often.
[If you do it means Stephen wins. Do you really want to let this disaster win Doom? Do you?]
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More than usual. [He lets out a sigh and has to take a moment to calm himself before he does something he might regret.] Maybe people would listen if you said something of value.
Speaking of, could I bother you for your view on a hypothetical situation?
[Distraction time, maybe?]
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His commentary just gets a low huff and a roll of his eyes because listen. Listen.
He doesn't want to talk to people. He just wants to be left alone. Is that so much to ask?]
...Fine, I don't see why not. [It sure beat the circular argument from before.
Barring the hypothetical spawning a whole new argument that is.]
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And look, Victor is going to make him talk about work stuff instead. Because that's totally a better subject.]
Let's say that a long dead witch is brought back to life through unknown means. She makes contact with...I'll call them an estranged ally of sorts and claims that she's there to make things right between them.
Do you think they'd be telling the truth or is this some sort of elaborate trap?
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Honestly with only that info to go on it could be either. Not even taking into account the witch's motives, the way she was brought back could alter things depending if it's some manner of deal or possession.
With my luck I'd hope for truth but plan for trap.