11; [video]
[The comm sort of bounces up and bobs as it clicks on. Stephen is in his usual dusty kitchen which looks a little more cluttered than usual. There are boxes of cereal, oatmeal, a loaf of bread and other miscellaneous food items on the counter, along with a few canned items. All in all, it looks like someone cleared out their pantry in a rush and really wasn't paying much attention to keeping it organized. Strange himself is pacing, randomly picking up items and staring at them with way more interest than is typically merited by a can of asparagus. The comm follows his movements, obviously guided by someone (or something) else.]
In over fifty years, I have seen a vast variety of magic. While all of it has been tinged and flavored by the sorcerers which employ it, there is always a rhyme and reason to it. A logic and common rules which interconnect every spell, every channeling of another entity's power.
[He sets the asparagus down on one of the few empty spaces and turns to investigate a box of Twinnings Earl Grey. His brow is furrowed for a moment until he closes his eyes and sets that down to, satisfied that it is not at all remarkable, but annoyed that he clearly hasn't found what he's looking for.]
I suppose a more patient man than I would speak to the wonder in uncertainty, the chance that I might have found something new to which I can aspire and learn. After 80 years, I'm afraid my patience has thinned.
[He sighs and turns, walking into another area of the kitchen. The comm follows, but behind him (and definitely outside his view), the pantry door is still visible. Further, there's an odd dull yellow light coming from under the door.]
[OOC: So the Weasley twins have built a portal between their pantry and Stephen's and basically the magic is dissimilar to anything in the Marvel U (IE - doesn't borrow from another deity/demon and isn't supplemented by a mutant or other innate power) that he's having problems figuring out what the hell is up with this nonsense and how they keep getting in. So uhh. Yeah.]
In over fifty years, I have seen a vast variety of magic. While all of it has been tinged and flavored by the sorcerers which employ it, there is always a rhyme and reason to it. A logic and common rules which interconnect every spell, every channeling of another entity's power.
[He sets the asparagus down on one of the few empty spaces and turns to investigate a box of Twinnings Earl Grey. His brow is furrowed for a moment until he closes his eyes and sets that down to, satisfied that it is not at all remarkable, but annoyed that he clearly hasn't found what he's looking for.]
I suppose a more patient man than I would speak to the wonder in uncertainty, the chance that I might have found something new to which I can aspire and learn. After 80 years, I'm afraid my patience has thinned.
[He sighs and turns, walking into another area of the kitchen. The comm follows, but behind him (and definitely outside his view), the pantry door is still visible. Further, there's an odd dull yellow light coming from under the door.]
[OOC: So the Weasley twins have built a portal between their pantry and Stephen's and basically the magic is dissimilar to anything in the Marvel U (IE - doesn't borrow from another deity/demon and isn't supplemented by a mutant or other innate power) that he's having problems figuring out what the hell is up with this nonsense and how they keep getting in. So uhh. Yeah.]