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Hogarth Hart	December in New York, a chilly time of year. The sky was greeting with the chill of winter.   Inside the Sanctum, the efforts to rebuild and restore the building had been done after Loki's chaos. Those who live here were busy at work in their various studies. Hogarth was one of those mages. Face deep into two books, he takes a moment to look up, and sigh. "I hate translating Sanskrit." He comments, looking at the spell book, clad in his Order robes.
Doctor Strange	Stephen rounds the corner holding an old deep green tome in one hand and is jotting notes in the air with his other. The wizard's cloak finds itself upstairs and not with the sorcerer supreme, not at the moment, so Strange wears a simple tunic over a pair of slacks and some thicker soled hiking boots. "You'll find it easier and much more agreeable than Sumerian. One wrong syllable spoken aloud while noting and you could summon Baal or worse."
Nick	Brr Brr brr. Unlike the other two, Nick is being subjected to the cold outside as he makes his way back from the studio. It's been a crazy couple of days with one of his singles starting to get radio time just in time for the season. But the thing that keeps distracting him is the occasional twinge of pain that reminds him of the vampiric tackle he got subjected to in front of Hellboy. So distracted, he doesn't even seem to notice he's wandered off of his usual route until he comes to the front door of the Sanctum. The knit capped musician blinks at the door, coming out of his daze, "...The hell?"
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth was not a neophyte. But there were still things that he would encounter in the Order world that surprised him. The brown haired man with the chipped tooth looked up with a bit of a flare in his eyes as Doctor Strange mentions summoning Baal...or worse. "Oh...kay, let's not summon a Sumerian demon into this plane of existence." He comments, standing up and stretching his arms. "My studies towards Master are going better now, at least without Loki's business going on." He comments, then looking to the side. "How are you, Doctor?" He asks, he wasn't tasked with the Sorceror's well-being, but he had heart enough to care about those he studied with, and under.
Doctor Strange	The double doors before Nick open inwards as he stands before them and invite the musician into the grand foyer of the Sanctum. A checkerboard floor exists in the first and second floor landings, the large room with two staircases, one on each side wait to be climbed and ridden down on the banister, yet most residents wouldn't dare, though the thief does quite often.     Stephen shakes his head towards Hogarth, "I've been--- I'm about to be a bit more troubled I fear." Stephen says, reacting to something in the Sanctum and he moves towards the museum on the second floor, the landing full of countless artifacts in glass cases and yet the wizard steps to the railing that over looks into the doorway and foyer, "May I help you?" He calls to Nick.
Nick	Nick was about to turn around before the doors just opened in front of him. Brow raising, Nick glanced in, looking around for the doorman to apologize before finding no body. "Hello?" He steps a little inside, as he glances up at the top of the doorframe for any sign of an automatic door sensor. Man the craftsmanship going into those thi- Strange's voice draws Nick's attention from the door, causing for the musician to look upwards at the Sorceror Supreme. "...Mold guy?"
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth stood up from his book, following Doctor Strange as he looked above the foyer. The mage peered above looking down to Nick as he enters. But a comment from the newcomer has Hogarth looking to the elder sorcerer. "Mold man?" He asks, a smirk on his cheek. That had to be a good story.
Doctor Strange	"I was looking for dinner the other day." Stephen explains to Hogarth before he rests his empty hand on the banister and closes the book around his other thumb to rest the back of the book on the wooden railing. "No, I prefer my actual name." Stephen says, suddenly he's not at the railing but just in front of Nick with his grey eyes lingering on Nick's own. "Doctor Strange."
Nick	"He was eyeing some magic mold growing underneath one of the appliances and had trouble getting it off." Nick offers to Hogarth as further explanation, "So he did my grocery shopping while I got it off for him." He pauses. Considering his word choice before shaking it off. He looks over to Strange, "Nick Drago." The mold wrangler offers back, "I don't think we ever exchanged names so..." He shrugs, "Could have been worse, with what you did in the subway, I could have called you Moldymort."
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth gives a nod of understanding as Strange explains, but as the Moldymort comment rings through the room, he snerks just once.   As everyone seems to be introducing themselves, the blue robe clad mage does. "Hogarth Hart."
Doctor Strange	"So, what is it you need Nick?" Stephen asks, putting the book entirely down onto one of the side tables near the doorway. "This house does not allow itself to be even approached unless someone has need of something, someone or some talent held within these mystical walls." Strange explains to Nick.
Nick	Nick looks over to Hogarth, giving a nod to the slightly older man. His attire is most definitely the odd one out. The knit capped musician's attire is solid colored, black upon black, Goodwill's finest with the second hand coat's collar lifted up slightly to cover the back of his neck. "Hi Hogarth." He looks back to Strange, despite looking for an automatic door sensor earlier, he's not all that surprised with the sudden appearances or the explanation. "Huh. Well, my mind was wandering on when I got attacked by a vampire last week. So that's probably it." Without moving from his spot, Nick takes a moment to look at the surroundings, "This, is a pretty nice place."
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth walks down the stairs, joining the two. "A vampire...interesting." He comments. "And you need, a stake? Garlic? Holy Water? That's at Saint Bartholomew's. BYOB." He chuckles.   The 30 year old stands by should he be needed.
Doctor Strange	Stephen smirks softly as he hears Hogarth approach and gives a motion of his scarred thumb towards the younger mage. "Sounds like you've met the guy you're supposed to meet here. Vampires aren't really my thing per say." Stephen admits and gives a sharp nod. "There you go. Good luck. If it gets historically bad, then come find me." Stephen says as he reaches for his book and disappears completely, presumably back up stairs.
Nick	With Strange pointing to Hogarth and vanishing off, Nick turns to Hogarth, now that he's got someone showing some form of interest in it. "Well, he got caught and is in custody." Nick adds in, "And I had my drum sticks with me so I wasn't short on something to shove in the chest if it came to that. "It's just-" He frowns, "You know how you don't realize how fast something can be until you actually encounter one?"
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth's eyes flare open again, as the Sorceror Supreme heads back upstairs. "Doc, I..." he sighs just a tad as he looks back to Nick. "Okay, I'll give you the skinny. I have no idea about vampires. But, 50's creature features have taught me a ton."   His left hand pulls out a staff from his back that hadn't been there before. "And the staff does a good Castlevania impression."
Nick	As Hogarth points out that Strange MISREPRESENTED THE KNOWLEDGE BASE AVAILABLE, the semi-relieved look that was starting to form on Nick's face fades. "Oh." He grows quiet for a moment. He looks around the place again. "Maybe I'm here for something else."
Hogarth Hart	Hogarth just makes a shrug. He wouldn't blame Nick for not believing he could do the job. Hogarth himself wasn't sure. But only because he never tried vampire vanquishing.   "Well, feel free to have a look around, but don't touch anything that looks old and/or spooky. Some things here are very dangerous."