4664/Hello there

Hello there
Date of Scene:	15 June 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Doctor Strange, Wiccan

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Doctor Strange has posed:
As he walks into the library, Wong is setting down a tray of various sweets from all over the world, and numerous drinks. Wong looks over at Stephen and says, "So the boy did something of merit. I don't see why we are doing this...especially with where his magic comes from."

As Stephen moves to sit in his high back chair, his tea cup begins to fill up by itself. He looks over at Wong while picking up his teacup and says, "Because he is getting stronger and if left tutored could result in the same time line his mother created...and we do not want that...do we?" Stephen asks with a raised eyebrow. "Why don't you retire Wong. I do not want him to be too off set when I summon him." Wong nods and bows at the waist as he exits the library and closes the door.

As he brings his two fingers up, Stephen begins to swirl his hand in a circular motion as he activates the moving portal, that should open up below Billy's feet in a wink, as it forms just above the matching high backed chair across from Stephen in hopes it drops him gracefully into the seat across from him.

Wiccan has posed:
Wiccan was at the new apartment in Sunnydale, doing some unpacking and organization of his new bedroom when he felt the tingle of magic. Before he could counter or throw up any sort of ward, he's falling through a portal and landing in a chair with an 'Oof!' Billy certainly isn't dressed like anything special in jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie thanks to the slightly cooler weather today. After that brief second of surprise, he's bounced to his feet and has his hands out in front of him, crackling with lighting. At least that one he doesn't need a verbal component.

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he cocks an eyebrow, Stephen hmmms, "Hello there." He shakes his head and says, "You won't be needing that Billy. Or do you perfer Wiccan?" He motions to the seat across from him and says," Why don't you seat down. Coffee? Tea? Soda? Turkish delight? Reese?" He takes a sip of his own tea before he sets down the saucer and crosses his legs. A red, high-collar cloak peeks from behind the chair like a curious cat before it simply floats behind Stephen. "Allow me to introduce myself...I am Dr. Stephen Strange...welcome to my home." He folds his hands in his lap and allows the boy a moment to relax.

Wiccan has posed:
His hands slowly lower as dark eyes widen. "Holy @#&!" is murmured as he realizes just who he's talking to. "I know who you are, oh my god..." Would it be rude to grab a selfie with the Sorceror Supreme? Maybe not right now. The lightning dissipates and Billy just sort of stands there, staring a bit. He then realizes that he's supposed to sit down so he does, albeit gingerly and barely. "Turkish Delight? Seriously?" That actually gets him to crack a smile before he looks a little worried. "I didn't do anything, honest!" Did he?

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he smirks softly at the boy cursing, "Yes. It is one of my favorites.." He motions to the tray next to Billy. The silver tray suddenly has a heaping pile of Delights in a neat pyramid shape. "Well...I think and I both know you did...it is only half of why I have summoned you today." Stephen picks up his cup and takes another sip, "As the Earth's Sorcerer Supreme it is my job to keep an eye on all mystical channels, happenings, and challenges. Your display recent has caught my attention. I hope I did not catch you at a bad time to discuss this?" A slightly raised eyebrow accenting his inquiry like a father questioning a child.

Wiccan has posed:
"You haven't read the Chronicles of Narnia, have you?" But at least Dr. Strange doesn't seem to be the White Witch. Billy still sits at the edge of the seat he fell into and isn't quite comfortable enough to reach for any of the refreshment yet. There's a little shrinking into the seat at the mention of his 'display', "You mean at the coffee shop?" He didn't -mean- to stop time! It just...happened.

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he nods slowly, "Well...time is something that should not be tampered with lightly, and even more so. It is not easily done. I am sure you are aware of the paradoxes, anachronisms, or even alternate timelines because of it." Stephen chuckles and a Delight floats to his hand, "Yes...but unlike the White Witch...these come from little bakery in Hell's Kitchen that I visit often." He sets it down on the plate next to him, before looking back at Wiccan, "So tell me. Why did you stop time? Protection? Freak accident? The amount of magical energy it must have taken unaided for someone as young as you must have did some damage?" He smirks, "Have a nasty hangover afterwards?"

Wiccan has posed:
"I didn't mean to...I just needed the attackers to stop." Only everything did. Billy doesn't seem to know his own power yet. "We were in a coffee shop that was being attacked by people with guns and so many people could have been hurt! I needed to do something to get them out of there so when everything stopped, I was able to move most of them to safety." Then he and the others dealt with their attackers, but that's something else. 'I don't know about a hangover, but I almost passed out and felt pretty drained for a day or so." In fact, today was the first day he felt 'normal' since that attack.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Ahhhh so...a defense tactic. Sometimes when our magic needs something so bad that we will it into existance because the need is so great." He sets down his cup looking over at his floating cloak who gives Billy a little wave with the corner of its cape. Stephen tsks at it before looking back at Billy, "I am not angry Billy with what you did. However, I am concerned. This means your abilities are growing and that if it happened again there could be a bit more back lash behind it."

Stephen looks down in his lap, his face showing some thought while he fiddles with the folds of his dress pants before looking up at Billy, "Who is training you at this time?"

Wiccan has posed:
"You know about me?" Because that's what Billy took from Strange's observation. "It started again and I don't know if anyone noticed. Maybe my brother..." and it still feels weird using that word and knowing that he has one! And a twin, no less! A piece of the Turkish Delight is finally taken, mostly out of nervousness, and popped into his mouth.

The question has him shaking his head and shrugging, "No one," is said around the candy, "I've been doing my own reading and stuff," all self-taught and instinct so far.

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he nods slowly, "And from what I have seen you have been doing a decent go at it. The ability to follow your instincts when it comes to magic is important. However, there is a time when direction must be given...ideas nutured..." Magic monitored. Stephen stands and the cloak moves away from him as he moves to one of the bookshelves. He folds his hands behind his back adding, "I was once trained by the Ancient One. The man who held the Sorcerer Supreme before me. It was through his guidance, scoldings, and nuturing that molded me into who I am today." He smirks softly at the mention of the old bastard who added to his greying hair.

As he turns with a slight florish, "I am sure you can sense it...I summoned you to my home. This is the Sanctum Santorum. One of the Earth's magical anchors and largest and most protected housing of magical knowledge."

"I want to make you an offer that you will need to think about...I want to offer you a chance to gain some training with me. You would have access to the Santorum, and all of its resources." He smirks and says, "But it will not be a walk in the park. And...there are an alarming number of mystically enhanced people catching my attention. You might have other students you will have to compete against...and even see on a regular basis. So...I don't want answer now. I want you to think about it. Because if you agree it will be the hardest time of your life to date."

Wiccan has posed:
"Really?" Now Billy looks at the cloak and gives it a little wave back. So cool! But then Strange is telling him about his teacher and he quiets. He gives a nod as he's told that he was summoned and where. That causes him to look around some more and let a breath out that he didn't know he was holding.

The offer has him turning back quickly to Strange. "What? Yes!" Because he didn't have to think that long. "Why compete? Is it some sort of contest? I just want to learn..."

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he cocks an eyebrow, he is so impetuous. Stephen presses his lips into a fine line, "You should be careful to not be so rash in making your choices known. If I was a demon from the 7th level of hell. Your soul would have been mine because a verbal contract is binding with these demons. I seriously want you to consider what your agreeing too and take a few days." Stephen moves to sit back down and nods, "Yes...compete. You will be required to battle other mystical types to better hone your own skills and talents. I have healing pools and what I can not heal. I have a very talented Mr. Wong who can or knows someone who can." Stephen folds his hands into his lap, "So...don't be so quick to say yes. There will be blood...there will be sweat..." Stephen leaves out the fact there could be tears too.

As he picks up his cup, "Do you have any impeeding questions before I let you go?"

Wiccan has posed:
The mention of battles has Billy looking more serious and even frowning some, "Why? Why do there have to be battles? I get that there can be matches or sparring, but why battles? Wouldn't we all be here to learn? Wouldn't you want us all to learn and grow? I don't understand why I'd have to hurt someone in order to do that." Billy stands then, his arms crossed at his chest, "And I'd appreciate if you'd give me at least a little credit. I know who you are, Dr. Strange, and I know your reputation so it's not like I'm just giving anyone that answer. I know that I could learn a lot from you and that it's an honor to be chosen to have you as a teacher and guide."

His hands go into the pockets of his hoodie as if in a nervous sort of gesture, "But if this is the kind of learning where I would have to focus on fighting and hurting others rather than actually learning and practicing...well, first of all, you should really reconsider your methods. And secondly, I'm willing to work very hard and learn as much as I can. But not at the expense of other people."

Doctor Strange has posed:
As he hmmms, "I focus on defensive magic Billy." He hmms, "You should know that I was once an actucal Doctor. I do not harm intentionally but you should be aware that your attacker is not going to have the same sense as you. I have many enemies...many who would get pleasure in seeing my students harmed. I need you to be able to defend yourself. The dueling or...battling is nothing but a lesson. I understand and respect your views but...when you wield the abilities you have...there will always be a price...I am sure you have heard the term, 'The Road to Hell is paved with good intentions'", Stephen pauses as he moves to set down his cup once again, "You may not intend to harm someone but you will if you do not learn how to control you abilities in stressful situations. The battles are merely simulations." Stephen stands in one fluid motion as the cloak floats up behind him and settles on the mans shoulders. "It will not be an easy time but I promise you this...but you will learn. You will grow. And with a little trust...you might even make a few friends. Please...take the time to think on it. Talk with your friends...your family...yet I suspect your mother might not like the idea...but we will talk in a few days after you have had the time to think on it."

Stephen's hands come up and his fingers swirl as the portal opens back to Billy's apartment.

Wiccan has posed:
"That's very different than telling me that I'll have to fight battles with other students and that we could all get hurt," Billy points out, "You made it sound like it was some sort of...Cobra Kai thing where only the best gets your attention." Would the reference be understood? It was made nevertheless. But Billy does nod, understanding the actual explanation and not just the previous partial one. "I'll talk to them..." although he looks a little confused when his mother is mentioned. Surely he doesn't mean Dr. Kaplan! "I'll think on it. Uhm." He looks at the portal before offering, "Thanks. For noticing me. I think." He'll then step through, back to his own place that is still in the midst of being moved into.

Did that actually really happen?