( don't look too deeply into the brief moment of third-person compartmentalisation and separation, stephen. it's just A THING that marc occasionally does. )
Mm. ( short, perfunctory. not quite interest, but consideration. the house of shadows had been indelibly linked to strange for so long, that it strikes marc as strange (ha) that this one's never encountered it. banishment, return, banishment, return, an eldritch horror that ultimately just wanted to be wanted. not so different, when it came down to it. )
Originally— ( interrupted by a slight cough and an inhale of breath. ) I thought it just a case of— ( strange? fuck, no. how had he described it? ah— ) Esotericism. An apartment building with a floor that shouldn't exist, one that trapped its inhabitants, gave them water and air and a maze to navigate. Not to discover anything about them, but to wear them down before it ate them. ( a beat; an oddly dismissive wave of his hand, that rough, working-class chicago accent momentarily more pronounced — and at odds, perhaps, with the water-logged three-piece suit and the deliberate articulation. it's like maybe, just for a second, there's more of a glimpse of marc. ) Or whatever a house does.
The Strange I know kicked it out of our dimension more than once. It kept coming back, and—. ( well, the fact that marc had figured out what it wanted doesn't quite matter, not here and not now. the fact that it'd wanted anything in the first place? slightly more relevant. ) It could — can — manipulate its space. Turn it into anything it wants. Confuse. Disorient.
( he has a point! even if it's taking him a moment to get there. he shifts his weight which is markedly more difficult in water, and he slides one bottle of pills into a pocket, and then another. )
I'm not afraid of the dark, Doctor. ( it's decisive, like he's shifted internal gears in a conversation stephen hasn't quite been invited to — or at the very least, marc's assuming that moon knight exists wherever (this) stephen's from, and he's decided on a way to differentiate between the stephen present, and the one not. ) But you and I both know there's something weird here.
( —or rather, it's an assumption, as close as marc gets to hope. he knows it's not the same, but it could be similar, and the preparedness of stephen — even if it's fire in a room full of water — is nothing but a boon. )
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Mm. ( short, perfunctory. not quite interest, but consideration. the house of shadows had been indelibly linked to strange for so long, that it strikes marc as strange (ha) that this one's never encountered it. banishment, return, banishment, return, an eldritch horror that ultimately just wanted to be wanted. not so different, when it came down to it. )
Originally— ( interrupted by a slight cough and an inhale of breath. ) I thought it just a case of— ( strange? fuck, no. how had he described it? ah— ) Esotericism. An apartment building with a floor that shouldn't exist, one that trapped its inhabitants, gave them water and air and a maze to navigate. Not to discover anything about them, but to wear them down before it ate them. ( a beat; an oddly dismissive wave of his hand, that rough, working-class chicago accent momentarily more pronounced — and at odds, perhaps, with the water-logged three-piece suit and the deliberate articulation. it's like maybe, just for a second, there's more of a glimpse of marc. ) Or whatever a house does.
The Strange I know kicked it out of our dimension more than once. It kept coming back, and—. ( well, the fact that marc had figured out what it wanted doesn't quite matter, not here and not now. the fact that it'd wanted anything in the first place? slightly more relevant. ) It could — can — manipulate its space. Turn it into anything it wants. Confuse. Disorient.
( he has a point! even if it's taking him a moment to get there. he shifts his weight which is markedly more difficult in water, and he slides one bottle of pills into a pocket, and then another. )
I'm not afraid of the dark, Doctor. ( it's decisive, like he's shifted internal gears in a conversation stephen hasn't quite been invited to — or at the very least, marc's assuming that moon knight exists wherever (this) stephen's from, and he's decided on a way to differentiate between the stephen present, and the one not. ) But you and I both know there's something weird here.
( —or rather, it's an assumption, as close as marc gets to hope. he knows it's not the same, but it could be similar, and the preparedness of stephen — even if it's fire in a room full of water — is nothing but a boon. )