prompt i: Any more of those crabs and it's an infection
[Stephen has no real attachment to this new universe he's found himself in, during his fight with Thanos. One moment of wondering if he had made the right choice and he was whisked away somewhere he couldn't leave right away. At least the Time Stone had followed him, leaving Earth with some sort of safe pause regarding the mad Titan. Or so he hopes.
He doesn't have much attachment to this place, but still, when the call for help at the walls of the perimeter is made, he's there and ready. He might be new to this place, but it's not really a reason not to help out keeping it safe. No one likes to be bitten by monsters, he assumes. And he'd rather fight predators trying to get in than trying his hands at stitching up people again; after all, his stitches aren't as neat as they used to be.
He floats over the wall, the Cloak of Levitation rippling with a non-existing wind as he works on casting a spell, brows furrowed with focus. He moves his hands in a circle over one another before pushing them forward, resulting in a strong gust of wind washing over predators and crabs alike in front of him, sending them backward a dozen a feet away from the wall. It's a temporary solution, yes, but it creates a clearing where he lands, summoning a long sword out of Eldritch magic, which he swings with enough ease to cut down the monsters coming back at him.
Later on, when he flies back inside to rest within the safety of the wall, he turns down the Carnival vouchers so eagerly offered to him. It's nothing something that particularly interests him, but he might take them if someone asks him for them. He doesn't really care either way.]
prompt iv: I came for the food and all I got was this lousy friend
[Relationships are not his forte (not that he's ever going to admit it out loud), but obtaining information about this place, about the people, both the displaced and the natives, comes at the price of meeting people in the first place. That and the prospect of a decent meal, a free one too, is enough for Stephen to give the café a tryout. Worst case scenario (one that's most likely too), his 'date' is going to storm out of the restaurant and he'll be left to eat in peace.
Still, he knows how to be charming when the occasion arises, is cultivated enough to have a decent conversation with anyone paired up with him. But beware that, while he's a bit less of an arrogant ass since his accident, Stephen still dabbles regularly in heavy sarcasm and snark.]
So, what's your most embarrassing moment in your life?
[Why make small talk when you can go for deeper topics right away?]
prompt v: Friendr
Friendr
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» Age: 41 » Seeking: Not really » Preferences: People still ask this? » Interests: Tell me about your interests and I'll let you know if they match mine » Bio: New Yorker, MD, PhD in neurology, had a recent change in career, just ask what else you want to know and I'll answer. Maybe.
[Can't find anything that tickles your fancy in the prompts? You're more than welcome to write your own, or to PM me so we can plot something together!]
Dr. Stephen Strange | MCU
[Stephen has no real attachment to this new universe he's found himself in, during his fight with Thanos. One moment of wondering if he had made the right choice and he was whisked away somewhere he couldn't leave right away. At least the Time Stone had followed him, leaving Earth with some sort of safe pause regarding the mad Titan. Or so he hopes.
He doesn't have much attachment to this place, but still, when the call for help at the walls of the perimeter is made, he's there and ready. He might be new to this place, but it's not really a reason not to help out keeping it safe. No one likes to be bitten by monsters, he assumes. And he'd rather fight predators trying to get in than trying his hands at stitching up people again; after all, his stitches aren't as neat as they used to be.
He floats over the wall, the Cloak of Levitation rippling with a non-existing wind as he works on casting a spell, brows furrowed with focus. He moves his hands in a circle over one another before pushing them forward, resulting in a strong gust of wind washing over predators and crabs alike in front of him, sending them backward a dozen a feet away from the wall. It's a temporary solution, yes, but it creates a clearing where he lands, summoning a long sword out of Eldritch magic, which he swings with enough ease to cut down the monsters coming back at him.
Later on, when he flies back inside to rest within the safety of the wall, he turns down the Carnival vouchers so eagerly offered to him. It's nothing something that particularly interests him, but he might take them if someone asks him for them. He doesn't really care either way.]
prompt iv: I came for the food and all I got was this lousy friend
[Relationships are not his forte (not that he's ever going to admit it out loud), but obtaining information about this place, about the people, both the displaced and the natives, comes at the price of meeting people in the first place. That and the prospect of a decent meal, a free one too, is enough for Stephen to give the café a tryout. Worst case scenario (one that's most likely too), his 'date' is going to storm out of the restaurant and he'll be left to eat in peace.
Still, he knows how to be charming when the occasion arises, is cultivated enough to have a decent conversation with anyone paired up with him. But beware that, while he's a bit less of an arrogant ass since his accident, Stephen still dabbles regularly in heavy sarcasm and snark.]
So, what's your most embarrassing moment in your life?
[Why make small talk when you can go for deeper topics right away?]
prompt v: Friendr
» Seeking: Not really
» Preferences: People still ask this?
» Interests: Tell me about your interests and I'll let you know if they match mine
» Bio: New Yorker, MD, PhD in neurology, had a recent change in career, just ask what else you want to know and I'll answer. Maybe.
prompt vi: Wildcard
[Can't find anything that tickles your fancy in the prompts? You're more than welcome to write your own, or to PM me so we can plot something together!]