10823/Overdoing it
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| Overdoing it | |
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| Date of Scene: | 22 January 2020 |
| Location: | Sanctum Santorum - Base Floor |
| Synopsis: | Do you think this sketch is too detailed? Nope! |
| Cast of Characters: | Doctor Strange, Phantasm (Drago)
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- Doctor Strange has posed:
It's been some time since Stephen made an apperance down stairs, he's been busy doing the heavy lifting of the Sorcerer Supreme, and as such he finally gets himself a break in dealing with the Mephistos and the Dormmamus of the infinite dimensions. The wizard's gi is bore brown than blue at this point and the wraps at his wrists and ankles are beyond faded and dirty. Though he walks with a certain air about himself, Stephen is worn out. The cloak at his shoulders helping him stand as much as most canes do the elderly. "Nicholas. Wake up." The sorcerer orders as he steps over to the musician, head cocked back and mouth open, snoring away in the Sanctum.
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well, if there's one thing to be said about a musician who has been seeing a voice coach. He's got range. It's like using a guilded saw in the act of dream deforestation. But Nick is also a bit of a light sleeper when he's not using anything to help so the very voice of the doctor is very much the thing needed to break the slumber.
The mouth closes while a blue eye peers from behind the brown hair that has fallen over it. "Huh?"
- Doctor Strange has posed:
A sudden handkerchief falls onto Nick's face as the sorcerer lowers his hand and the spell fades away, leaving the taupe colored fabric on Nick's face and Strange saying, "Clean the dribble off your cheek and make sure there's none on my chair." Stephen says as he reaches out and grabs the drawing pad from Nick's lap and holds it up to examine it closer and the drawing causes Stephen to frown deeply. "This is what you saw, yes?"
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The familiar weight of the sketchpad gone from his lap, Nick grumbles slightly, legs stretching out as he starts the process of sitting up. The handkerchief is not ignored as he does use it for the intended purpose. "Guess I was more tired than I thought." He responds, starting to lean forward, stretching his arms.
"Yeah, that's the tube room." Nick answers, "Wasn't in there for long but that's the one where I wasn't fighting anything so its easier to remember details."
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"Fair enough." Stephen says, looking at the drawing and then to Nick and frowns deeply before stroking at his chin for a moment. "This is as accurate as you can make it or did you take any ... artistic liberties?" Stephen asks, knowing the man is a musician and as such is technically an artist. "Meaning were there more tubes than this or what was on the other walls behind you or any such details you have in memory that can't quite make it to pen and paper?"
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"It's the best I can remember." Nick replies, bending down to collect the pencils that fell off the armrest, "The only thing on the wall behind me was the part of the Spidger that ended up on that side and I didn't take time to explore or make a body count. I was following the noise." He pauses, "I can also tell you that on the other side of the wall behind me was a kitchen."
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"That's fair." Stephen replies as he drops the sketchpad, unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud clap. For some reason the whole of the sanctum isn't carpeted. "Let's try again." Stephen explains as the paper seems to snap out and unfold into the room until they're standing within the paper itself and then the art starts to move up to the walls, filling in the three dimensional space with the two dimensional artwork.
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Pencils scooped into hand, Nick sits up, and shifts in his seat, wrangling out a ziploc bag from his pocket. He just drops writing utensils in before he ends up dropping the bag again in reaction to the room changing around him. And due to the chair underneath him going away leading to him having to stumble forward to avoid falling. "Geez!"
He straightens up, glancing to the artwork brought to life. There's the slight up turn to one side of his lips before it levels off, momentarily feeling a little glad he did take the time time with shading.
"Alright. This is cool." The performer admits, "But if there is a next time, a little warning about the vanishing chair?"
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"You're a mystic Nick, learn to adapt." Stephen says with a coy kind of smirk on his lips before he steps back and crosses his arms before his chest. "Now, finish the room. Just, move your hand like you feel like it would move to create what you remember seeing." Stephen requests.
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick nods, biting back the initial comment that came into mind. He glances around, turning to the blank spot that would have been the wall behind him in the point of view. He frowns, slowly crouching down, closer to the floor. He sighs, shaking his head before tilting his head down.
The form shifts, shirt bristling out into a blackish purplish down. The height lowers a bit more til the figure is just a little over two feet tall in height. The raven stares to the wall, before spreading out its wings, waving it along. Soon, the bisected half of the Spidger is staring back at Strange. Very much dead, but still very much unpleasant to look at. There is a hole in the floor near where blood or venom would have dripped. Oh hey! The brick of the wall made it in the description as well!
- Doctor Strange has posed:
Strange doesn't seem to react to the spiger but instead lifts an eyebrow towards the ... "Why are you a ... you know. Nevermind." Strange says shaking his head and staying out of Nick's way allowing the artist to work in an entirely different medium.
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Just retracing some steps." The raven offers in response, figuring what the tone of Strange's voice meant. Starting point now created, the raven hops up, launching himself forward from the Spidger's dead form into a bit of a flip reminiscent of the athleticism that type of corvid is known to display. He pauses mid air, lifting a wing upwards , doing a wiping motion. The first swipe gets the image of high ceiling, dimly lit. There is a pause as the bird frowns.
"Shit." The wing waves again, bringing in more definition, indicating stairs leading to a loft area and more tubes behind the railing. "I forgot about that til now." The bird comments in frustration, still lying on his back midair.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"Do you realize how unsettling it is to watch a bird frown..." Stephen says, not helping the situation but airing his grievances with a lift of his black eyebrow towards the magical bird that he's charged with helping the Earth in his stead.
"Where is everyone else that you've asked to help. I assume you've asked as my house has been full of odd and even kinds of folks."
- Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven grumbles, bringing his wing back into position, the flip soon starting back up before the bird lands, talons hopping on the floor. He looks towards the tubes, waving a wing over towards the image of the console near them, bringing more details to the display.
The head cocks to the side, looking away from the portion drawn as the form shifts again, this time into the tri-colored, full coated wolf. The creature pauses, looking to the scene before lifting up two paws to make a squishing motion. The room shrinks a bit down in scale. "Hogarth just got back yesterday." The wolf states, " I have Morrigan and Illyana's number. They should be resting."
He steps to the side before sitting on his haunches in order to wave his front paws towards the edge of the scene, outlining the doorway and floor leading to the large room.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"Good good." Stephen notes as he suddenly takes a step to his right and with a wave of his hand a door knob appears and he opens it, pushes a doorway into being and steps out back into the room Nick was just sleeping in. "I'll let you work in here until the room is recreated to satisfaction, then show your team, and get ready to move, I'm beginning to feel and notice more and more shifts in the fabrics." Stephen says before stepping out of the paper room and shutting the door back behind himself.