6123/How hard could finding one big green eye

How hard could finding one big green eye
Date of Scene:	07 January 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Raven, Doctor Strange, Loki

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Raven has posed:
    It has been mere hours since the world awoke from its Black Slumber, and Raven has yet to cease working. It might be a little awkward of a subject to broach: Since Raven received the mantle, she has been at the Sanctum more often than not, only leaving for a few hours or more here and there, going who knows where. The nature of her teleportation is finicky and hard to track, not that anyone is really watching.

    As such, that she returns and sets immediately into a new task is both to be expected and not- the Sleep is over. What could be so important?

    Books abound have left the library, and Rachel has turned her attention to the Orb of Agamotto. It may not like it, but Raven is going to, as it were, play with the settings- to see what she can focus on, and where. Her first stop? The location from which Stephen Strange disappeared.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    The orb is a creation of the powerful being of the Vishanti, Agamotto, and such it is an ancient and enigmatic artifact. Nearly as old as man itself and several times as powerful. The settings are not easily adjusted as it's like going into the code and adjusting its very nature to get Raven to do what she wants of the artifact.

    Then it just lights up and suddenly there's a ping of what she's looking for. In Mexico. Strange's last Earthly location was in Mexico where the Avengers when to assault the last known fungus.

Raven has posed:
    Raven isn't necessarily tuning a whole lot about the artifact. For now, she's looking for the background radiation, as it were, of the conflict in which Strange disappeared. Likely, there isn't much left. But that's a good place to start: It'll let her at least figure out if the Eye was used in the conflict and, doubly, it'll help her learn what to look for with the Orb itself.

    The presence of information is just as important as the lack. What the Orb -can't- see is likely a narrower field than what it -can-, after all. Less to read about. She's not exactly playing with kid gloves, here- but there's not a lot that Raven wants to mess with in the nature of the Orb. In essence, she is in a way asking it to look for itself, and to look for planar intersections, points at which another realm of reality intersected with this one, a place to which Strange may have disappeared.

    It's an unorthodox tactic. Likely, this particular thought is a little outside of the box.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    The Orb of Agamotto is a wholy powerful device and yet, it can't see past itself. It wasn't built to detect mystic energies outside of its own dimension. That was never the Sorcerer Supreme's prerogative, yet sometimes they were often exclusively acting in other dimensions for Earth's best interests. This is what the machine would tell her if it was able to and yet the information comes from another source.

    "He was in the Avenger's conflict with the Shadow King." Says Wong. Looking down at his chest, with his arms folded behind his back. "I heard from some of the Avengers at the battle with the mushroom that Strange disappeared early to go face the true foe... The Shadow King." Wong says before explaining a single sentence more. "The highest being in the Astral Plane."

Raven has posed:
    Raven is taking mental notes about the Orb as she uses it. It's enough that she knows what it does, though. Admittedly, though a great deal of the time, the Vishanti are almost beyond reproach, as the Orb's inability to see beyond this dimension becomes clear to her, Raven does utter a phrase: "Short-sighted."

    Her gaze does not shift from the Orb as Wong speaks, and Raven's response is swift, if a little curt. "That is pertinent information." she doesn't mean anything by it- it's not as if they had the time to look for Strange- or what's left of him- before now. There is a lingering pause there as Raven starts giving it some consideration.

    "I think a field trip is in order."

    This is probably a bad idea.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "You will have to take this trip alone, I must stay and guard the Sanctum." Wong says with a solemn nod, it's where he lost his previous master, so yeah, he might be guarding his emotions to prepare the worst.

Raven has posed:
    Admittedly, while Strange was powerful- and very, very capable of -using- that power, there is -one- thing that Raven has a leg up on him. Interdimensional travel is in no small part one of the reasons that she exists in the first place. Assuming that any denizens of that plane of existence don't kill her, getting there and getting back -should- be relatively simple.

    "Make some tea." She offers, and with little fanfar ither than her disappearance into her own cloak, she is gone. If the Orb can leave the Sanctum at all, Raven is going to bring it along. It's an experiment to see whether it can track on alternate planes once it's been brought there. She hopes that it'll make finding the Eye- and Strange- relatively easy.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    While the size of the thing isn't small, Raven is able to bring the orb with her, a full size globe into the Astral Plane. An awkward place comprised of thought and the mind. It's not a pleasant place to exist, much less suffer for weeks without another mind or interaction. The Orb would work but it wouldn't be readable as the very fabric of this realm doesn't mesh well with the physical. It's nauseating and disorienting at best.

Raven has posed:
    Raven is no stranger to the Astral realm, but she is not exactly a tour guide, either. Its silence and stillness are one of the tools she uses to keep her own hectic emotions in check.

    Searching, however, for a single mind or tool of magic amongst an infinite plane of confusing theoretical nonsense at best is, however, not her usual visitation. The Orb works in a predictable fashion- That is to say, that it knows what it's doing but not where it's doing it, because knowing that is somewhat unknowable. Surely, it could tell her the Eye is West, but that idea is not here most of the time, and when it is, it may be pronounced Weast, or there may be eight other Wests to wrestle with for the right one. Still, to know that it works is enough.

    Telekinesis will handle the rest, a small black hemisphere engulfing the Orb for travel. It's not exactly effortless, but it won't tire her anytime soon. Though she knows not what direction to go in- because the concept of direction is laughable- she begins to reach out. The mind of this bird is a powerful tool, and if there is any hope that Strange is alive, it starts here: He may be mad if he lives, but he may yet live, so that's a plus.

    If nothing else, she may just have to let the cape loose. It found her, so it could in theory find him... But she'll try and locate his mind before setting an arguably sentient popped collar into the role of bloodhound.

Loki has posed:
    Dr. Strange isn't just out in the middle of nowhere. No, there's a construct of thoughts that has created an elaborate rose garden, a house, some other things to at least make a small place feel less like a nightmare. These creations are recent, and were made by the entity that is sitting near Strange now. An older male, having introduced himself as 'Melidrian,' hair silver and tingued with gold. He's human to some extent, calm and gentle in tone, with luminous golden wings, folded to his back.

    "I cannot even imagine, what the demons here have said to you, or made you endure," says the angelic visage softly, maintaining a good calm. "I think it is time you came home, and left all of this to just be what it is: a bad dream."

    One hand extends, palm up and open, though the angel's eyes drag over the necklace Dr. Strange wears, thoughtful, but not asking about it. No, Melidrian has been only reassuring, no pressures about anything....

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Strange lifts his hands from his lap and starts to reach out for the extended hand. His own shaking horribly, the surgurey he was told that wasn't a success. The car crash. The hellscape that was explained to him and the voice that was erased from within his own head several weeks ago. Strange has been alone and had to suffer a long time to get to this moment of reaching out for the angellic figure.

    "Where is my home?" Stephen asks his voice shaking as bad as his hands. The lessons of humility forgotten by his own memory wipe, he's starting to pick himself up from rock bottom finally however.

Raven has posed:
    Traversing the Astral Realm at speed, Raven's mental search lighted upon the entity that she'd been looking for. What she finds when she arrives, a great, Raven-like shape disseminating into the post-teenage shape of a rather gothic woman... Is not what she expected. Rather, it is and it isn't. If anyone had managed to carve themselves out a homestead within the Astral, she figured it would have been Strange- but to see him seemingly so weak... Well, that wasn't quite meshing with the image.

    In contrast to the angelic form, however, Raven is rather darkly themed. Such too, is she somewhat immediately distrustful. The angel is familiar- and Raven doesn't necessarily like angels in general. They get a bit smitey.

    "Earth." she responds, detecting that Strange isn't entirely himself. "New York, specifically. The city, not just the state. How much do you know? How much do you remember?" Amnesia is pretty evident. When someone asks a question like that, it's hard not to peg it for what it is.

Loki has posed:
    Loki can heal when he wants. A temporary ease of physical pain is easy, particularly so in the astral plane where he can invent all sorts of realities. West can be East, pain can not exist for a minute. He looks at Rachel in her dark cloak and eeriness, and says with assurance to Strange, "Do not listen to the demons, they seek to confuse, it is best to look within. Focus with me. I will protect you."

    "I think you know your home is not here, without even needing to think about it. Let us travel," says the 'angel', calmly, drawing Dr. Strange to his 'feet' in the garden. "Now. We will work together," lies the trickster. Dr. Strange could think of donuts and it wouldn't make any difference.

"Close your eyes. Let this dream pass away.... ah! Such stength you have, how /admirable/. We go." With a blister of teleportation, the gold floods in, and strong magic is applied: with care to keep up that glowing, comfortable warmth. And considering the plane itself makes everything inside-out, that takes some effort, even for a god/angel/whatever.

    And a little serene little gentle smile for the 'demon', as he attempts to pull Strange out of the Astral plane.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Strange slowly gets to his feet and the lack of movement and what he assumes is from the car crash he has trouble standing on his two legs. Seems atrophy has set in during the time away from earth. The wizard still wears the odd clothes he fought for the earth in and the amulet around his neck, he still LOOKS like the sorcerer supreme, but he is anything but.

    Strange looks over at Raven and recoils slightly at her darker visage, and looks to Melidrian and whispers, "New York. Yes, I was in a car crash. Have I been in a coma if I wasn't dead this long? Am I waking up?" He asks, the neurosurgeon inquires of both parties as he is led by the angel to the 'gate'.

Raven has posed:
    Raven is in a bind. She doesn't trust this entity, yet at the same time, it has been assisting with the Black Sleep. It clearly isn't entirely -hostile-, it just may have its own motivations... Which may be rather selfish, or devilish. Quite clearly, it is not entirely altruistic.

    There is, she figures, a way to test this. If Strange is depowered- if Strange is just a man and this being wants to rehabilitate him... Then they won't need the Eye.

    Raven's hand reaches out, as if for Strange, for a moment- though with it comes the limbs of her soul self. Its 'fingers' seek for the Eye of Agamotto around Strange's neck, even as her own reach for the ex-sorcerer's shoulder. She is swift, but she has to be- if she is not swift enough, it will slip through her fingers, both figurative and literal.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    The black limbs of Raven's soul reach out rapidly towards the ornate mystical eye of Agamotto, part of a set of the most powerful mystic tools in the known universes. Unfortunately the Eye has also been warded by one of the greatest Sorcerers to have ever been and he planned well.

    A hidden trap spell sparks to life and envelops the amulet from any reaching or prying hand. The deadman's spell activates, housing the eye within it while also heating the exterior of the spell to outstanding and other worldly heat.

    Strange however draws back and towards Melidrian as he tries to shy away from the horrifying Raven.

Loki has posed:
    "Thief demon! Leave us be!" Melidrian says sharply to Raven. "Do not worry, I have protected your possession in holy righteousness, Stephen," the 'angel' soothes his new friend. "Pay it no heed, it is time to wake from your coma and return to your life." Melidrian doesn't yank: he doesn't have to, it seems Strange is happy to come with him.

"Perhaps you should study more magic, demon," suggests the angel kindly, stepping through the gateway out.