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it ok no problem at all *pats him in back gently before kicking him in the area (you know where lol) and leaving quickly through a portal* fine! I'll hang with your good twin strange!! He'll enjoy my gift of a cat!!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

*seals the portal for good, so you never come back again*

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YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*Hugs him* sorry!!, just been wanting to talk to a sinister strange so bad and also who wants a hug!!!

*a blast of power threw you against a wall as soon as you touched him*

Sorry, unconditioned reflex.

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awww!! thank you doct!! I really appreciate it and thank you for keeping us safe on halloween.🙂 also another question, is by any chance sinister strange around here??

Depends on who's asking and why.

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Hopefully this blog is still on, hey doctor! what do you usually do for Halloween?? Summon ghosts? spells?...

I'm on duty, as always am. Hallow's Eve is usually a very busy night for me. I have to keep my eyes open for any danger that may appear that night and prevent reckless people from summoning ANY FREAKING GHOSTS that may be evil entities from another dimension. In short, I'm doing my job as a protector of Earth.

In reality:

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Did he not understand that what Stephen had done wasn't out of politeness? Or was he just annoying him on purpose? zipping him back to the exit was rather a clear enough clue that he wasn't welcomed here. What did he not understand? Stephen rolled his eyes. Either way, he couldn't imagine spending more time with this John than he already did. He wanted to get rid of him as fast as he could.

What the- Stephen thought as he noticed the book John just stole. Oh, he better did not...

Before John could even try to move, Stephen used a golden whip to snap Darkhold away from him. Did the whip hit John a little bit in the process? Oh well... It wasn't on purpose. The book landed in the sorcerer's hands, where it belonged.

"You lack of manners, so let me teach you some. First of all, no smoking allowed." Stephen snapped his fingers and the cigarette disappeared from John's mouth. "Second of all... No stealing."

Stephen tried, he really tried to stay calm.

"Who the hell do you think you are, coming here like you're the most wanted quest and trying to steal the book so presumptuously?"

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Stephen didn’t even blink as he threw the man’s boots outside as soon as he invited himself in.

Stephen was still very confused, but also cautious. He observed the man’s behavior keeping the safe distance, ready to react anytime. You never know when an enemy turns out to be a shapeshifter or a madman.

The man looked and behaved frantic, weird… walking here like he was home. Stephen didn’t like it at all. It was like what? Ten seconds since he saw this guy and he already annoyed the fuck out of him.

Stephen didn’t know what he was doing here nor did he care as long as it wasn’t anything harmful or related to stealing. He stood silently as the man asked about directions and he thought to himself that maybe he should just lead him straight to the toilet.

He still had enough patience in him to follow the man upstairs, listening to his gambling about whatever it was, cause Stephen could barely understand him.

The more the man talked, the more he annoyed the sorcerer. As his patience ran out, he flew all the way up and stood it front of him.

“Alright, enough!”

He used his magic and teleported them both downstairs to the front door.

“You have five seconds to explain who you are and what do you want.”

He felt generous with this 5 seconds considering how annoying that guy was, but Stephen was too polite to give him less than that.

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All of a sudden, John’s next step took him through a whizzing golden circle and then from the stairs he was transported back by the front door.

“Cor, noice trick, why didn’tje do tha’ earlier now aye? Zip us rite up th’ stairs ‘n all tha’!”

John looked at his host, really looked at him for a moment before going through his pockets for a cigarette.

“Name’s Constantine,” He began and lit his fag, grinning.

“John Constantine, ‘n I’m ‘ere ‘ta relieve yeh o’ yeh responsibility.”

And for some reason, somehow, in John’s hand was a blackened ancient tome brimming with unspeakable power, a tome that looked suspiciously like the Darkhold. He waved it at Stephen’s face then tucked it under his arm.

“Yer welcome!”

And Stephen was nice enough to have teleported him right to the doorstep too! What a wonderfully thoughtful host!

“Roight den, I’ll be out o’ yeh ‘air now, just gunna pick up me boots ‘n see meself out, fanks-“

Heh!

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"I heard rumors that you're back and I wanted to see if... If you're okay."

"Wanda? You're alive..." *Looks at her suspiciously*

"I... So it seems. Never imagined I'd survive. What brings you here?"

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Stephen didn't like what the girl said to him. Too many times he heard about creepy guys going after girls, because they couldn't take the rejection well. Most of the time it ended only with fear and nothing more. But sometimes it led to something more violent.

"Because they're too stupid and can't deal with their fragile ego being hurt." Stephen looked at the street with a little hope that this creepy guy would show up, so he could teach him a lesson, but no one was acting weird or suspicious.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay here a little longer, the weather is still unstable. Besides, I don't want to leave you here all alone, just in case that creep shows up. You never know..." Stephen look at the girl. He didn't want to leave, not until he'd be sure she was safe. "Can I offer to buy you a coffee? I understand if you say no, because of that creep..." He asked with a small smile as a thunder growled somewhere near. A several raindrops fell from the dark sky announcing another cloudburst.

Open Starter / Doctor Strange

Stephen didn’t remember the last time he’d seen weather like this, its frequent and fast changing comportment irritated him. When he left the Sanctum it’d been sunny with a noticeably, but rather non disturbing wind, and just a few minutes later it started raining heavily. Weather was crazy today, but Stephen decided it shouldn’t be an obstacle to ruin his day off. Him leaving the Sanctum just to have a walk didn’t happen often, so there was no way that he let something so trivial like bad weather stop him from enjoying the day.

He used the moment when it started raining to visit his favorite café. He sat down near the window where he could observe people and ordered a coffee. Small with an extra sugar. He relaxed his muscles and leaned back on a chair, his eyes glanced at the sky which began to be clear again.

“Fickle and moody today, aren’t you?” - he murmured to himself.

He stayed at the cafe a little bit longer and when the Sun came out, he stood up. He payed for the coffee and as always tipped the waitress - a small blond student who worked there at weekends. He winked at her.

“Thanks”

Just when he was about to leave, the door opened rapidly and someone crashed into him.

“Wow, careful there.” - he said taking a step back.

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ah it's okay 😀 but I'll take it! *Hugs back even if he doesn't hugs back* and thank you l really needed it since that day I feelt bad thank you :) it's good to know that not all the Stranges are mean 🙂 and the second question is do you get along with all the Avengers or not really, only Wong

I don't get along even with Wong sometimes... Or rather it's he who don't get me sometimes. Others... I haven't really had time to find out. We all did get along when fighting Thanos though, but that's different.

...

Me and Tony didn't get along. Maybe because we didn't have a great start.

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"What is one random talent you have that people wouldn't guess about you?"

Uhm, before the accident I could juggle with five balls. Now I do kinda the same trick, but with magic and orbs.

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Thank you it's not more of an ask but Strange can I get a hug? please because this other Strange from this other blog was sort of mean to me (well put me in the spotlight but embarrass me basically)

Well, we're not great with people, that's already a known fact... But we don't embarrass people for fun.

...

Except for one Stephen I've met, he would do that... yeah, he definitely would. He was an asshole, good, he's dead now.

We're also not great huggers, sorry.

*pats your back instead*

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Stephen didn't even blink as he threw the man's boots outside as soon as he invited himself in.

Stephen was still very confused, but also cautious. He observed the man's behavior keeping the safe distance, ready to react anytime. You never know when an enemy turns out to be a shapeshifter or a madman.

The man looked and behaved frantic, weird... walking here like he was home. Stephen didn't like it at all. It was like what? Ten seconds since he saw this guy and he already annoyed the fuck out of him.

Stephen didn't know what he was doing here nor did he care as long as it wasn't anything harmful or related to stealing. He stood silently as the man asked about directions and he thought to himself that maybe he should just lead him straight to the toilet.

He still had enough patience in him to follow the man upstairs, listening to his gambling about whatever it was, cause Stephen could barely understand him.

The more the man talked, the more he annoyed the sorcerer. As his patience ran out, he flew all the way up and stood it front of him.

"Alright, enough!"

He used his magic and teleported them both downstairs to the front door.

"You have five seconds to explain who you are and what do you want."

He felt generous with this 5 seconds considering how annoying that guy was, but Stephen was too polite to give him less than that.

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Though Dr Strange no longer lived in Kamar-Taj and his responsibilities were related to being a master of New York’s Sanctum mostly, he still often visited the old place that had changed his life once.

Whether to exchange some books or talk to Wong (and irritate him a bit sometimes) or give a lesson or two as a ‘special guest’, Stephen always found a reason to step by. He just liked his little trips to this magical place.

“It’s just one portal away, anyway.” He often said.

Today he came by to drop a book to the library. He wasn’t planning to stay here for long, but he decided to take a walk within the walls of Kamar-Taj as a form of active meditation before he went back to New York.

Even though he tried to clear his mind, his thoughts started revolving around the day when he’d come here for the first time, searching for help. Soon he found himself wandering through hallways near the door that once had opened to him and had changed his life forever.

When he heard someone’s knocking at that door, he hesitated to check at first. It was nothing unusual really. But most often it was either kids playing or random people knocking by mistake, not knowing what this place was.

The knocking resonated again however, this time with a voice behind the door.

“Pizza? Did Wong order a pizza without telling me again? Pfff.”

Stephen came over and opened the door. However, instead of a pizza guy, he saw a barefoot man with soaked clothes. He smelled like a sea food market and Stephen glanced up at the sky and then at the ground, to see if there were any signs of recent rain that would explain this.

Nothing.

He looked at the man with a perplexed look on his face.

“Uhm, accidently lost the pizza in a river?”

“Oh, ‘ello! Dere yeh are, bout fokkin’ time aye,” Said John who wasn’t known for his manners, really.

“Aye well, sumfing like tha’ if it pleases yeh,” He grinned at Stephen then handed the man his worn boots with the damp socks stuffed inside and walked right through the doorway as if he owned the damned bloody place and Stephen was the butler.

“Rite den,” John rubbed his hands together with glee in his eyes, chewing down on his cigarette as he looked around the foyer.

“Where’s it? Dis way?” He pointed to the right, scratched his head then second-guessed himself, “Meeeh, tha’ way?” John pointed left now and turned to gauge Stephen’s reaction, then began swivelling his pointing finger left to right as he stared at the sorceror’s face, as if it were a compass of sorts.

Hmm.

“Silly me, is actually upstairs now innit? Course is upstairs, such a daft sod I am, upstairs!” 

John didn’t seem to think it necessary to introduce himself, to offer any context to whatever it was he was talking about -or doing-, nor did he find consent an obligatory thing.

“Fokkin’ shite I bloody ‘ate stairs. Why put stairs in anyfing at all, me poor lungs, Christ,” Fifteen steps up and John was already complaining, puffing smoke all the way for of course it was the architect’s fault and not his penchant for two-pack-a-day, oh no.

“Cor is empty innere, Where’s e’eryone, Aajha’s nah till Monday now innit? Time fer spring cleanin’ more like, ehhh…spiritual cleansin’?” John asked over his shoulder as he kept diligently up the stairs. Maybe someday he’ll reach the end.

“Oof, wee bit o’ ‘elp ‘ere, mate? Blasted fing be’er be upstairs or I’m climbin’ all dis fer nuhfing!”

Library, study, common rooms, ehhh, where would a sorceror keep their precious precious tomes? 

John stopped suddenly mid-climb and turned to stare at Stephen.

“Is nah in yeh knickers now is it?”

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Hi sorry!!!! you can erase this if you like later, I was wondering if you take asks? if not I understand. (as Strange of course)

Hi. ;) Yes, i take asks also. You can ask Stephen whatever you want. ^^

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"I've never seen someone so much in a need for a coffee before." Stephen joked with a smirked as he was just about to move to the side to let her go first, but he stopped as something in her demeanor wants right. She seemed to be in a big rush and maybe it was because of the weather? Not everyone liked getting wet. But as he looked at her more attentively, it didn't look like she was running away from the rain. She seemed anxious, stressed even and... Afraid? The way she was looking back instead of what was in front of her, was alarming. Stephen looked over her at the street, but couldn't see anyone else running towards the café. Maybe he was wrong, but he couldn't not ask. His intuition told him that something wasn't right.

"Are you alright, miss? You seem distressed..."

Open Starter / Doctor Strange

Stephen didn’t remember the last time he’d seen weather like this, its frequent and fast changing comportment irritated him. When he left the Sanctum it’d been sunny with a noticeably, but rather non disturbing wind, and just a few minutes later it started raining heavily. Weather was crazy today, but Stephen decided it shouldn’t be an obstacle to ruin his day off. Him leaving the Sanctum just to have a walk didn’t happen often, so there was no way that he let something so trivial like bad weather stop him from enjoying the day.

He used the moment when it started raining to visit his favorite café. He sat down near the window where he could observe people and ordered a coffee. Small with an extra sugar. He relaxed his muscles and leaned back on a chair, his eyes glanced at the sky which began to be clear again.

“Fickle and moody today, aren’t you?” - he murmured to himself.

He stayed at the cafe a little bit longer and when the Sun came out, he stood up. He payed for the coffee and as always tipped the waitress - a small blond student who worked there at weekends. He winked at her.

“Thanks”

Just when he was about to leave, the door opened rapidly and someone crashed into him.

“Wow, careful there.” - he said taking a step back.

[dont-be-alarmed]

Though Dr Strange no longer lived in Kamar-Taj and his responsibilities were related to being a master of New York's Sanctum mostly, he still often visited the old place that had changed his life once.

Whether to exchange some books or talk to Wong (and irritate him a bit sometimes) or give a lesson or two as a 'special guest', Stephen always found a reason to step by. He just liked his little trips to this magical place.

"It's just one portal away, anyway." He often said.

Today he came by to drop a book to the library. He wasn't planning to stay here for long, but he decided to take a walk within the walls of Kamar-Taj as a form of active meditation before he went back to New York.

Even though he tried to clear his mind, his thoughts started revolving around the day when he'd come here for the first time, searching for help. Soon he found himself wandering through hallways near the door that once had opened to him and had changed his life forever.

When he heard someone's knocking at that door, he hesitated to check at first. It was nothing unusual really. But most often it was either kids playing or random people knocking by mistake, not knowing what this place was.

The knocking resonated again however, this time with a voice behind the door.

"Pizza? Did Wong order a pizza without telling me again? Pfff."

Stephen came over and opened the door. However, instead of a pizza guy, he saw a barefoot man with soaked clothes. He smelled like a sea food market and Stephen glanced up at the sky and then at the ground, to see if there were any signs of recent rain that would explain this.

Nothing.

He looked at the man with a perplexed look on his face.

"Uhm, accidently lost the pizza in a river?"

Multitudes and Platitudes

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Kamar-Taj, a place tucked within the folds of Kathmandu and a renowned fortress for its evasive nature and its inhabitants. To locate such a place would have been impossible for most and difficult for few, yet one John Constantine found himself dripping wet at the very door of this stronghold, on a Thursday morning no less, soaked to the bone despite the weather being clear and sunny all day.

John looked at the large doors and scoffed, leaving a trail of damp along the front steps where he stood. 

Knock knock!

He gave the wood a couple raps then began rummaging through his grimy coat for his pack of smokes and knocked one out whilst he waited. Oop, there was some seaweed on his shoulder. John brushed it off and snorted, then proceeded to wait a little longer.

Well, he had all day and the weather was only too fine. Might as well start taking his boots off to shake out the water, his coat too why not, wringing the wet onto the front steps.

“Cor, shouldda packed an extra shirt or summat,” John grinned through his cigarette and rolled up his sleeves to squeeze out more water from his socks. Some of the locals were staring at him oddly, a kid playing by the streets looked amused. Foreigners were so weird, right?

Knock knock!

John threw his soggy tie over a shoulder and rapped on the door again.

“OI, PIZZA DELIVERY-” Heh.

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Stephen smirked to himself when he heard the door open. He expected it to be easy to lure her inside. If she wasn't here on purpose, and he doubted she was, then she must be scared and confused, looking for someone to help her explain things, get her out of here. Being alone among dust and corpses made people feel depressed and helpless. Sad and lonely. Damn, he knew how it felt better than anyone.

He hit the D a bit too strong, considering other options. Maybe she was a shapeshifter? Some old enemy of his? He had to check that possibility just in case.

He used a magic to make the piano keep playing and moved near the staircase. He listened closely to every noise she made, to every step she took. He was curious who she was and what she wanted, but he was cautious to not reveal himself too soon.

His hands made a movement in the air and a red mist materialized around him for a moment. When it disappeared he moved away from the stairs and went near the window where he waited for her to come up. Making himself invisible would let him observe her while being safe at the same time.

Open Starter // Sinister Strange

Stephen didn’t expect anyone, not today, not never. It was a forbidden godforsaken world. Why would anyone come here? No, no, it wouldn’t be possible to have visitors here. Maybe he misheard something? Maybe he loses his other senses as well?

He knew he had to check it anyway. He came closer to the big window and looked outside with curiosity. And yet! There she was. A visitor. And what a pretty one. He smirked to himself as he observed her from above, studying her behavior. There was a hesitation in her movement, fear. She was contemplating coming in. Was there any reason to step inside the Sanctum?

Stephen slowly stepped aside, his hands behind his back as he came over to the piano. Let’s help her decide, he thought. He hit a few keys and let the melody travelled outside, right to her ears.

He would use some company after all.

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