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| Log 3101 | |
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| Date of Scene: | 08 November 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Shatterpoint, Doctor Strange
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- Shatterpoint has posed:
The news of Caroline's existence has been flitting across Stephen's Magical Desk- for lack of a better term. She's tripping all sorts of worldly wards, and though it's definitely not his highest priority- after all, Dormammu and Shuma-Gorath are always doing... Something.
He may even have already received a request of some kind of Zatanna, but that's uncertain. What is clear is that there is -something- out there that theoretically shouldn't be.
Standing in the museum... -Is- that thing. Caroline Ramsey, a detective from the 1960s, gone missing sixty years ago... Now she's back. From where, few people know- and what she went through while she was there, nobody seems to be aware. She's browsing the displays in the Museum in the Hall of Justice, idly taking in the history- learning what's been happening since she has been gone.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
It's when Caroline is looking at an exhibit that she'd first notice that the glass case she was looking into isn't quite right, like there's a different piece of glass coming into contact with the pane she's looking through but then it shifts, the bend in reality pointing off and through the case and into the whole of the exhibit she was standing in. Suddenly there's no other people around her and yet there's one man, standing near the entry way to the exhibit. Floating through the air with his toes dangling above the ground, Doctor Strange hovers closer towards her and looks around, unperturbed by the shattered glass reality they seem trapped in. "Museum hmm? Twice in two days. I suppose this is one way to see more art."
- Shatterpoint has posed:
Turning somewhat, Caroline sets her glowing eyes on the man who'd just arrived. She raises a brow, her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She looks almost unassuming- it's almost fitting that someone so... Normal, is tripping all of these wards. Almost like a magical equivalent of "it's always the quiet ones."
She steps a little closer, not assuming hostility- or, perhaps, not caring. Her head rocks to one side, and she simply... Looks at him. She doesn't speak- not yet- because it's always unpleasant the first time. She just waits, for him to announce why he's here.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
Moving forwards still, Stephen slowly decends down to his feet and walks the last few feet before he's in a comfortable conversation distance. The wizard lifts one hand as if it was cupping a handful of water and his other hand is quickly making gestures around it as he holds it before himself and finally he snaps both wrists and the cupped hand shifts into a circle made by his index finger and thumb held up to his right eye like a monocle.
He looks through it with his left eye closed. "You, are in the completely wrong plac- no... time. You're in the wrong time..." Stephen says rather matter of factly.
- Shatterpoint has posed:
Looking at Caroline with any sort of revelatory sight is... Intense. On the whole, it's like looking at a VHS recording with the tracking completely off- the whole of reality is having trouble encompassing the breadth of her essence. That is a... Very interesting concept, to be sure.
In addition, everything about her shifts. Magical sight cues the viewer into her very nature, and in so doing it prompts this palpable aura of... Pure dread. She isn't necessarily -sinister-, but every living being is afraid of Death by their very nature. It's likely almost trivial for someone like Doctor Strange to eschew such an aura, but it is, still, present.
Physically looking at her is... Aggressive, too. Caroline's eyes have disappeared, replaced with this deep, almost impenetrable darkness that, in place of where the blue and black of her irises and pupils would have been, is a glowing, white Ankh. The symbol of death and rebirth, of Egyptian lore. However, for someone mystically inclined like Strange, it is not just of Egyptian lore- as the embodiment of Death itself also uses this symbol, and to see it there...
Well, it seems like Death has created- or imbued, or whatever the process may be- the thing standing before Stephen... Which might actually be a little terrifying, at least in scope.
"I am exactly where I need to be, I have been told."
- Doctor Strange has posed:
Strange is no stranger to death. The entity, the ideal, and the act. Even before his days as a leading neurosurgeon, the doctor was growing desensitiezed to the notion of death.
Now it's beyond a trivality, it's a constant that he has not only accepted, but welcomes. That however doesn't mean he doesn't do everything he can to fight it off. That is his speciality.
"So, are you an avatar or simply a slave to your -- which master is yours?" Stephen asks, lowering his hand from his eye and the spell fadding away, though now he's quite pleased with himself to have brought the two of them into the Mirror dimension that slowly tumbles around them.
- Shatterpoint has posed:
Admittedly, it took a lot of effort to bring Caroline into any dimension other than the normal one, against her will. It's not impossible, but it probably took a couple of tries to get it quite right, and then on top of that, more magical gumption than anyone else- not that it drained the Sorcerer Supreme much- but it was more than a footnote. In addition, something to be proud of, to be frank.
"I am not a slave. Of that much, I am certain. I don't know anything else." By now, Strange might notice her... Voice, if it can be called that. It is a grossly hoarse rasp. Like a woman's death rattle twisted into words. That's not necessarily pleasant.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
Stephen holds his ground, his eyes level and stoic as he more closely regards Caroline. "You dare to say you're not a slave to ... whoever's bidding you're doing. Does this ... being have a name?" Stephen presses further, stepping closer to the time displaced human. That much is something he can deduce, and that's what allows him to feel secure. No matter what's been done to her, her past is set. Her past is solid and real.
- Shatterpoint has posed:
"I do." she states, standing her ground. She's only really about average height for a woman, but getting close to her, physically, means that Strange enters the radius of chilling cold that surrounds her. It's not physically distressing, and the thick clothes of the Sorcerer Supreme almost certainly make it much less impacting, but it is still pretty easy to feel when the temperature drops sharply by a total of around ten degrees.
"She calls herself Dee. That's all I know. I thought she was a hallucination at first, akin to a coping mechanism. From what people have been saying after doing... That sort of thing you just did, I am beginning to feel that she is not a hallucination."
- Doctor Strange has posed:
"She?" Stephen repeats, his eyes looking away from the woman before him as his arms cross yet one lifts to his chin as he thinks this over. "Seems fitting, but -You said you weren't an avatar and yet you aren't a slave either?" The sorcerer asks, looking back up to the Ankh-pupils and squinting slightly as he tries to gleam some clue from her.
- Shatterpoint has posed:
She's telling as much of the truth as she knows- which is scarce little at best. She may be an Avatar of Death- which might be the best phrase for it. She just doesn't know. "I don't know what that means. I know that I am not... Enslaved. I am not driven by anything that is not myself, to do anything that I do not want to already do." From what Strange can see, she was... Brought back, by Death- empowered by it. That is what all these signs mean. The depth to which- and the -why- of it, too... That much is entirely uncertain.
- Doctor Strange has posed:
Stephen then starts to float up once more, but this time backwards, at a weak pace. "Then, I am speaking to the wrong person. For you have no answers that I seek. It seems I have a date with destin- no- Death." Stephen says with a chuckle that echoes off the shattering shards of reality that surround them until he passes into one of the panes and suddenly with a mere blink, Caroline is back in the museum proper without so much as a missed heart beat.
- Shatterpoint has posed:
Caroline doesn't breathe, aside from when she needs to speak- and doubly so, there is no heartbeat for her to skip. She is somewhat perturbed- curious, specifically- by the sudden departure, but she has to admit that she was probably only a stepping stone. Hopefully, at least, the people who wanted, or needed, answers would, well, get them.