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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
[Let me know if there’s another prompt you’d like and I’ll make it happen!]
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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[ The true sympathy lives in his tone, not Loki's words, and he spares Stephen's arm an awkward but hopefully somewhat consoling pat. Loki has some idea what it's like to have his magic stymied but to be wrecked to such a degree? That's frightening.
He kicks a bit of charred wood into the hole. ]
But you're rebuilding it, aren't you? How did they even bring it here?
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[He seemed to ease a bit at that response, gaze turning to Loki before his attention was shifting to their surroundings.]
Here, anyways. I don't have any idea how they managed to pull the Sanctum here... but it should recover too, over time at least.
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[ Peering around curiously, and a bit anxiously too truth be told. ]
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[And anyone saying otherwise will just have to deal with the fact that he's a stubborn bastard.]
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What's the point of fixing it with this realm's magic if it gets wrecked on the way home? Or maybe the magic here will only last as long as it's here and all your repairs will be for naught if you leave.
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[Assuming he survives the next few moments when he does get home that is.]
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Maybe you shouldn't go home if you're a disgraced Sorcerer Not-So Supreme. You could do worse than staying here, Stephen.
[ Pup is set down, nudged to go play on its own. ]