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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:37 pm
 Reaper glanced back at Strange a moment, then raised his eyebrow a bit as he dissapeared. Right...so now what did this guy want? He glanced back over at the jar a moment, then looked back at the ceiling. The way he acted earlier, he didn't quite buy this. He didn't trust anyone here.
...blood might kick his Reaper powers back on. Heh, it was probably spelled or tainted or something. Best to leave it.
He waited a moment, then glanced back around the room. He glanced down at the floor and let his shadow slowly glide across the floor to find the fridge. When it returned, a thing of blood did pop out. He stared at it a moment, then slid his shadow around it to open it. It didn't look any different...
He dipped his finger in it a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it either. He kept his finger in the blood and turned back around in the couch. The blood slowly began to drain into his finger, even creating a small twister when the level dropped below his finger. After a few moments there wasn't even a drop left and he pulled his arm back to the couch. He took another glance over at the jar, then moved his head back and closed his eyes again. He'd try and figure things out later...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:12 pm
{Enter Dr. Strange from the JLA Satellite}
After about five minutes, Strange reappeared, still looking mildly annoyed. He glanced at the Reaper, noting that he'd gotten the blood, and then sat back at his desk. As he did so, all of his papers reappeared. Without further ado, he got back to work.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 11:31 pm
Reaper glanced up when he senced a bit of movement and noticed that Strange was back again. Somehow not surprisingly sitting at the desk again. He moved his hand up to look at it a moment. The skin tightened and soon became red bone again. Looked like he was at least whole enough to move around now. Though he wasn't sure he'd get very far.
Slowly he swung his legs over the end of the couch and sat himself up. He sat there a moment and looked at the ground, then up and around the room that was beyond his vision while he had been lying down. He felt oddly stiff for some reason. More than likely from the unusual way he had just transformed back, an from lying there like that. He glanced back over at the man a moment, then stood himself up.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 11:52 pm
Strange glanced up, saw that his guest had returned to his preferred form, and raised his eyebrows. "I must say, I have absolutely no idea why you want to look like that," he said blankly, "It is one thing to do so when you are in a combat situation and need access to your abilities, but..." he shrugged and went back to his papers. "If you would like to leave, the front door is in... that direction." He pointed without looking up.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:06 am
"I'm not the only one who likes it." he replied with a slight sigh. Honestly there were a few people out there that he'd really rather not have a confrontation with. And from what he gathered, one of his clones had already been recognised.
"With the life I've had...It's better not to look like myself when I'm out and about. Can't stand the..." he started then paused and glanced back at the man. He looked up in the direction the man had pointed, then back at him.
What? He could leave? Just like that? Just let him chill out on the couch, grab a drink and go? That was it?
"Just going to let me go?" he asked almost skeptically.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:11 am
Strange glanced around his desk, apparently looking for something. After a second, he rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a pen appeared out of thin air, and he grabbed it. Bending down to scribble a note in one of his books, he replied calmly, "Yes. Why? Should I not?" Very paranoid man, this Reaper. With the life he's had, hm?... Well, people rarely became villains because their lives were filled with sunshine and daisies.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:28 am
Reaper stared at him a moment, glanced up in the direction he had pointed, then back at the man. Ok...well he had a point. And other than the threat of that happy kitten world or whatever it was, he didn't seem very...
He took a quick glance back at the jar on the shelf, then started down the direction the man had indicated without another word. He'd gotten a bit of X out of his head. Maybe that was all he wanted. Heck, that was probably the only reason he brough him here was so that he could get his hands on that. That was it wasn't it? Now he was here with his books, and he'd likely run into X again once he stepped out of this place. He hesitated a moment and glanced around. Maybe he should stay here a while. But what the heck would he do? He was never one to just sit around or stay coked up in a house for too long. He hated being confined or caged. He'd had far too much of that. But if he went back out...jeeze....
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:42 am
Strange paused, deliberately put his pen down, and turned to look at his guest. One of his dark eyebrows went up slightly. "You know, you are worse about giving mixed messages than my sister," he said dryly, "Never thought that was possible. You are welcome to stay. You are also welcome to leave. Just don't stand there looking so damned tense; it's too hard to concentrate as things are."
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:14 am
Reaper carefully glanced back at the man a moment. After a moment he glanced back at the doorway. "I go out and it's a safe guess that I'm just going to run into him again. I stay here, well I'm pretty much stuck here." he replied almost grumbling. "Honestly I can't stand being stuck in one..." he started, then quickly stopped. Guy didn't need to know any of this. What let him know that being trapped somewhere would drive him insane?
He sighed a bit and glanced back at him. "I don't stand a chance against him if I do run into him again. I don't have the power to. Only thing I know to do is try and get other powers that I could use. But that obviously is crossing the line." he continued as he turned to face him a bit. He didn't expect him to give him permission to do anything or cut him some slack of course. So why he was explaining himself he didn't really know.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:22 am
Strange paused, his expression thoughtful. "You aren't stuck, for one thing," he pointed out, "You can leave. If X shows up again in person, I'm fairly sure I can give him a run for his money." He paused. "Fairly sure. And with the exception of my own blood... Actually, I'm not even sure you could absorb..." He trailed off, then shrugged. "With the possible exception of my own blood, nothing you absorb is going to make the slightest difference. Sounds pessimistic, I know, but there it is. Even so, I might have less of a problem with your... tastes... if you were nicer about satisfying them," he added pointedly. "You almost scared Spider-man to into cardiac arrest."
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:37 am
Reaper sighed slightly. "Old habbits die hard." he replied. "Besides, I've tried asking nicely. Doesn't work. Other than overwhelming someone there's not much else..." he continued, then trailed off. There wasn't much else he could do. Sorcerer was right. Even if he gained other powers, X would probably be able to negate those as well.
He laughed slightly and looked back at the door. "Wasn't supposed to be like this..." he said to himself.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 1:55 am
Strange closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to get rid of his sudden headache. He was going to have to take a break soon. "Quite," he said, though he was pretty sure the statement hadn't been directed at him, "The world's stuck together like a five-year-old's quilting project. You're in the role of prey instead of being the predator, Spider-man tried to crush Supergirl with a minivan, and I'm stuck indoors doing research when I'm used to just throwing magic around until the problem's solved. To sum up," he concluded, "Nothing is working the way it should. It's not just about you." Normally he wouldn't have snapped, but he was getting low on energy, and exhaustion made him cranky. " I'm sorry. I need a nap, ridiculous as that sounds." He sighed, trying to think over the ever increasing pounding in his head. "So... What would you like to do? As I said, you will probably be safe if you choose to go out."
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 2:12 am
Reaper stared at the door another moment. He'd be in the way either way. Go out and Strange might have to come rescue him again. No doubt that wouldn't help either of thier moods. Stay here and...well he wasn't so sure he wanted to say here. Guy obviously was doing more than he had thought.
"I'll give it another try outside." he replied as he finally moved for the door. Though if he was this tired, there was no guarantee that he'd be...saved...again. Jeeze what a mess.
Before he left he dissapeared, he mumbled something that kind of sounded like a thanks.
EXIT to New York.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:47 am
Strange smiled slightly and turned back to his desk. After a second, though, he seemed to think better of it. He was already at a stopping point, and he was bound to make mistakes if he kept going the way he was. With a mental shrug, he got to his feet. "Wong!" he called, "I'm going to go take a nap. If Ghost Rider comes back, wake me up, will you?" A voice from across the house responded with the affirmative, so Doctor Steven Strange headed off to catch an hour or two of sleep.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 3:27 pm
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