11183/Just dropping by!

Just dropping by!
Date of Scene:	12 March 2020
Location:	Saint Mary's Park, Fort Clinton
Synopsis:	Pixie meets Dr. Strange, and invitations are extended to an exclusive Magic Academy!
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Doctor Strange

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Pixie has posed:
This quaint little park can be quite dangerous at night and tonight a group of delinquent teens run amok, laughing and tossing beer cans around, spray painting tombstones with graffiti and leaving a general mess in an otherwise tidy and clean park.

So imagine their surprise when a pink haired, luminous winged, life sized *fairy* just pops out of nowhere and with a startled yelp, crash-lands at their feet!

"Well well what do we have here?" they grin wickedly, spinning on her, one of them kicking her, another brandishing a broken bottle. Others sip their beer, playing with spray bottles as they surround her, "How bout we pick off em wings and watch er scream!"

Doctor Strange has posed:
Hovering in his Sanctum Sanctorum, Doctor Strange was meditating, trying to fend off the darkness that he had just defeated this morning at a terrible cost. So dark. There is always a cost. Wong had left him alone, because right now, he was in a dark and dreary mood. His eyes were closed, his fingers steepled, his legs crossed...Mmmmmmmmm...

Pop, crack, a shiver in the laticework of magic. SNap! His eyes open. A "strange expression" on his face. "Indeed." Was all he said, and with a twist of his fingers, a garbled mantra to an ancient deity long since past, and he was gone...

...to appear in the darkness, not far from where Pixie was in trouble.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn narrows her eyes at said thugs. She's no stranger to trouble but that doesn't mean she's a pro at getting out if it, "Oooh..." she curls up in a protective ball when the guy starts kicking her, maroon eyes narrowed in pain...And anger! She snarls, rolling over, fluttering into the air a bit. She's surrounded and head buzzing, probably not easy to port out of here in her current state, but that doesn't mean she's helpless in the least.

"Geez, you mutant haters are everywhere, aren't you.." she sighs, clutching at her chest, and with a faint cry of pain she pulls out a glowing pink dagger, pointing at the nearest, the guy who kicked her. "I'm sooo sick of you guys picking on me!" for a moment there's a flash of anger, a dangerous look in her eyes as she hurls her dagger at the guy's forehead..It sticks in his forehead but shows no blood, no bruises. Still he screeches in pain, falling over, unconscious.

"Woah, what kinda freak us she!?" the others hesitate, but still approach, weapons at the ry..

Doctor Strange has posed:
    For a brief moment, Strange's eyes adjust to the darkness. The lights from the traffic light flickering, green, yellow, red in the distance. His cloak was around his shoulders, covering his hands, which made a few rapid movements, ready to assist if needed. For the time being, Pixie was not in danger, and he didn't want to intrude in what could be a learning experience.

Strange readies himself, but doesn't use his magic yet. This was a chance for him to see what this young, obviously non-human being did, and how she utilizes her magic. If he needed to intercede, he would, but for now, he was patient.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn glances around her, head still spinning a bit but her senses are slowly coming to. "Phew..." she wipes her brow, already pumped with adrenaline. She summons her soul dagger back to her hand and smirks, "Heh, who's next then!?" we'll..She's not a very physical combatant, and prefers to keep her distance, not the least of which is because of her fear of enclosed spaces..,

So instead she flutters into the air, fluttering her wings more rapidly, unleashing a flurry of sparkly pink fairy dust upon the remaining thugs...With a yell she hurts her dagger at a second thug and while her fairy dust us ya inflicts relaxing, even cute hallucinations, this time thugs' eyes widen in fear, staggering back, arms head up in defence, "Demons? No...Don't kill us!" she continue to stagger back, waving their weapons at imaginary does..

It doesn't take long for them to turn and flee in fear, leaving a buzzed Pixie to returning to earth, panting lightly..

"Serves em right, buggers..."

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Well done." Strange's voice seems disembodied out of the darkness as he slowly floats forward. "I am impressed. That was quite a bit of quick thinking to take care of that threat." As Strange fully moves forward, settling on the ground, he looks Megan over, top to bottom.

"I am curious about that little use of magic that got you to this..." Looking around with distaste, Strange returns his gaze to Megan and adds, "...charming location. Have you tapped into the mystic construct before, or was this the first time?" A pause.

"As a side note...are you an actual pixie faerie, or are you something else? A mutant perhaps? Curious."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks, peering up at the Wizard. Of course she knows him by name and reputation alone but has never met the guy. But with the soul dagger still buzzing in her hand, it's hard not to think about anything more than wanting to really hurt those thugs...Closing her eyes she wills the dagger to vanish, then blinks slowly, eyes looking a little less sinister.

"Woow, are you really THE Doctor Strange?" she licks her lips, eyeing him with awe and admiration, perhaps he can help her! "Umm...I'm not really sure, I thought I was just a mutant but..." she laughs nervously at mention if the dagger and shrugs, "I'm sure Illyana could tell you all about it, as she's the one who ripped a hole in my soul and filled it with dark magic to create it.." she shudders at the painful memory, the black streak in her hair a permanent reminder of that fateful day..

Doctor Strange has posed:
Bowing slightly at the waist, Doctor Strange allows a small smile. "I am he, yes. Illyana..." Strange looks at Megan for several seconds. "She hasn't spoken to me about you, but from what you are telling me, that is quite the story." Strange floats up suddenly, and offers his hand with a card in it.

"I will tell you what. Come and see me and we will discuss this further at your earliest convenience. I am running a school to help those touching upon the mystic arts. You would fit in perfectly. In the meantime...be careful."

Then, he was gone. The card was left behind, with an address...