A Strange Welcome
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madimpossibledreamerthe puns have begun
also I realize that sling rings are used for dimensional travel but I'm going with the idea that it's not the only way
just people use sling rings because they know how they work unlike magic portals which are unpredictable
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Dr. Strange Genderbend (crossed over with universe optional)
Summary: Despite what some people might say, it's not that often that Dr. Strange entertains himself.
Word Count: 690
Rating: Gen
also I realize that sling rings are used for dimensional travel but I'm going with the idea that it's not the only way
just people use sling rings because they know how they work unlike magic portals which are unpredictable
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Dr. Strange Genderbend (crossed over with universe optional)
Summary: Despite what some people might say, it's not that often that Dr. Strange entertains himself.
Word Count: 690
Rating: Gen
She gets a confused welcome from the artifacts, but after a bit of wariness they’re crowding around her as usual. More than usual. Probably curious, but it’s getting a little annoying. Still, when it may be the warmest welcome she’ll receive, she doesn’t have the heart to tell them to back off.
She barely moves as a magic whip curls around her hand as she peruses one of the books here. It looks like her counterpart isn’t borrowing all of the same books, but she did manage to find one of the ones on portals. It doesn’t look like this one has what she was looking for. She hadn’t finished it, in her world, because she’d come to the same conclusion the last time she’d glanced at it, but she might as well read it all the way through, here, rather than dismissing it out of hand.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” a voice questions her. Deeper, more gravitas. Her voice is deep for a woman, too, but of course it’d be slightly different if she was male.
“Come now, Doctor Strange, we both know you’re a more intelligent w—sorceror than that.” She turns, not too quickly as she doesn’t want him to think she’s going to attack.
Lets him take in her appearance.
And then, of course, her Cloak—their Cloak—whisks off their shoulders and starts bouncing, touching both the other Cloak and her counterpart eagerly, earning a similar response from the other Cloak which luckily doesn’t dive off his shoulders to glomp her…yet, anyway…
“H-hey, we don’t know about potential paradoxes or…” She trails off, realizing that the point is moot. They’re already touching, and the world has yet to end. “Well, I suppose you’ve been at this longer than I have and probably have a better idea of consequences.”
Her counterpart has narrowed his eyes, studying her, arms crossed defensively. “I’m not entirely sure about that.”
“I was talking to the Cloak. Wang still refuses to tell me how old…calling the Cloak it sounds wrong.” She shakes her head, realizing that this isn’t going how she’d planned, at all. “Hello, Doctor Strange. I’m Doctor Strange. From another dimension, apparently. I hadn’t planned to come here; one of my spells went wrong. I came here because I sensed you existed and I was hoping you’d help me. If you won’t take my appearance and personality as proof, I remember briefly reading about auras, though I quickly ignored those in favor of the books about healing. Which was possibly a mistake on my part, as I hear aura manipulation actually can be used for the purpose of healing, but there wasn’t any way I really would’ve known about that at the time.”
She holds out a trembling hand for him to shake. They can at least be professional about things.
It takes him a moment to digest her little speech, but she can tell the instant he begins turning it over in his mind. Hesitantly, he reaches out another unsteady hand, tentatively touching hers. When nothing happens, he gives her the firmest handshake he can muster. “You’re proposing we use magic to confirm your identity?”
“It’s how I sensed you, so yes, I’m fairly certain it can be used in such a manner.” She tries not to fidget. He can see her hands tremble more than usual, though, so he can probably tell.
But of course her counterpart could see right through her. He raises a skeptic eyebrow. “It’d be nice to be taken at my word, but neither of us can afford to be too careful,” she admits, earning an understanding nod.
Just as she can tell the instant he’s on board with the plan due to the smirk that appears. “Wong will be furious,” he purrs in satisfaction, and that gets a matching smirk on her face.
“It’s a change from fighting,” he mutters under his breath, and in response she reaches out and squeezes his shoulder as hard as she can. It’s not very reassuring, probably, but he appreciates it anyway, due to the fact he’s not shrugging her off.
She barely moves as a magic whip curls around her hand as she peruses one of the books here. It looks like her counterpart isn’t borrowing all of the same books, but she did manage to find one of the ones on portals. It doesn’t look like this one has what she was looking for. She hadn’t finished it, in her world, because she’d come to the same conclusion the last time she’d glanced at it, but she might as well read it all the way through, here, rather than dismissing it out of hand.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” a voice questions her. Deeper, more gravitas. Her voice is deep for a woman, too, but of course it’d be slightly different if she was male.
“Come now, Doctor Strange, we both know you’re a more intelligent w—sorceror than that.” She turns, not too quickly as she doesn’t want him to think she’s going to attack.
Lets him take in her appearance.
And then, of course, her Cloak—their Cloak—whisks off their shoulders and starts bouncing, touching both the other Cloak and her counterpart eagerly, earning a similar response from the other Cloak which luckily doesn’t dive off his shoulders to glomp her…yet, anyway…
“H-hey, we don’t know about potential paradoxes or…” She trails off, realizing that the point is moot. They’re already touching, and the world has yet to end. “Well, I suppose you’ve been at this longer than I have and probably have a better idea of consequences.”
Her counterpart has narrowed his eyes, studying her, arms crossed defensively. “I’m not entirely sure about that.”
“I was talking to the Cloak. Wang still refuses to tell me how old…calling the Cloak it sounds wrong.” She shakes her head, realizing that this isn’t going how she’d planned, at all. “Hello, Doctor Strange. I’m Doctor Strange. From another dimension, apparently. I hadn’t planned to come here; one of my spells went wrong. I came here because I sensed you existed and I was hoping you’d help me. If you won’t take my appearance and personality as proof, I remember briefly reading about auras, though I quickly ignored those in favor of the books about healing. Which was possibly a mistake on my part, as I hear aura manipulation actually can be used for the purpose of healing, but there wasn’t any way I really would’ve known about that at the time.”
She holds out a trembling hand for him to shake. They can at least be professional about things.
It takes him a moment to digest her little speech, but she can tell the instant he begins turning it over in his mind. Hesitantly, he reaches out another unsteady hand, tentatively touching hers. When nothing happens, he gives her the firmest handshake he can muster. “You’re proposing we use magic to confirm your identity?”
“It’s how I sensed you, so yes, I’m fairly certain it can be used in such a manner.” She tries not to fidget. He can see her hands tremble more than usual, though, so he can probably tell.
But of course her counterpart could see right through her. He raises a skeptic eyebrow. “It’d be nice to be taken at my word, but neither of us can afford to be too careful,” she admits, earning an understanding nod.
Just as she can tell the instant he’s on board with the plan due to the smirk that appears. “Wong will be furious,” he purrs in satisfaction, and that gets a matching smirk on her face.
“It’s a change from fighting,” he mutters under his breath, and in response she reaches out and squeezes his shoulder as hard as she can. It’s not very reassuring, probably, but he appreciates it anyway, due to the fact he’s not shrugging her off.
