( ooc: you're good! basically all you need to know is he looks like mcu strange if he hadn't slept or eaten for weeks, put on a more comics-accurate ridiculous cape, and had 100% undamaged hands. (oh, and was made of like. 10,000 eldritch horrors.) and no worries on cw! i live for problematic superheroes let's goooo, also lemme know if his khonshu sense tingling is ok! )
[ Stephen rounds the corner and into the other office to find the source of the noise – a man bent over a desk as he wrestles with a waterlogged drawer.
Another "fluxdrift", then – someone in the same boat, although probably motivated to search through this place by something a little more grounded than research into potential multiversal crossovers. Stephen exhales as the edges of his silhouette ebb away – claws, teeth, tendrils. By the time the man turns to appraise him, Doctor Strange looks like a man again, though there's something not quite right in the length of his shadow. In his eyes.
There's something in the other man's face, too.
Strange.
Stephen raises a brow. It's not the first time someone's recognized him, but it's the first time there's been a tone of familiarity. Mundanity. ]
I take it we've met. [ He circles the man at a distance, gestures his orb of the light to float a few feet closer to the ceiling to cast a wider glow on the room. He notes the man's imposing build, his keen eyes, the small collection of pill bottles on the cabinet behind him. All useful points of information, but there's something... else. A whisper of power, a resonance with the beings under his skin.
no subject
[ Stephen rounds the corner and into the other office to find the source of the noise – a man bent over a desk as he wrestles with a waterlogged drawer.
Another "fluxdrift", then – someone in the same boat, although probably motivated to search through this place by something a little more grounded than research into potential multiversal crossovers. Stephen exhales as the edges of his silhouette ebb away – claws, teeth, tendrils. By the time the man turns to appraise him, Doctor Strange looks like a man again, though there's something not quite right in the length of his shadow. In his eyes.
There's something in the other man's face, too.
Strange.
Stephen raises a brow. It's not the first time someone's recognized him, but it's the first time there's been a tone of familiarity. Mundanity. ]
I take it we've met. [ He circles the man at a distance, gestures his orb of the light to float a few feet closer to the ceiling to cast a wider glow on the room. He notes the man's imposing build, his keen eyes, the small collection of pill bottles on the cabinet behind him. All useful points of information, but there's something... else. A whisper of power, a resonance with the beings under his skin.
Stomachs stir inside him. ]
And you're...?