Mobius likes the Sanctum better. He thinks the name is a little pretentious, but he's come to learn that when Strange is at home and in his element, it's perhaps one of the least pretentious things about the place. But it feels homier, more familiar than the sharp lines and starkly bright unfamiliar materials of Stark's tower above the city. This place, while having plenty of trappings of "modern Earth", still has a lot more that's familiar. Beautiful wood, intricate tapestry, books on books on books, and books have the same smell no matter where you go. It's cozy, and it's helped him ease into some of the technological wonders that started out novel and are growing more familiar by the day.
If he never goes home again, there are worse places he could've ended up to spend the rest of his days. Seattle, for instance.
He is, at the moment, fruitlessly trying to use the power of his phone and the internet to decipher a text in a language he's never seen. Unfortunately, Google Translate doesn't have Ancient Sumerian in its repertoire. He looks up in time to see Strange coming with an armful of goodies, and then there's a globe in his arms, so. Guess we're doing something! He leaves the book open on the desk but manages to shove the phone in a pocket, follows dutifully along, making sure to catch up with Strange's long strides.
"I take it we're gonna see a particular kind of magic." Nobody's been buzzing about finding whatever object they're looking for, which, given they have an entire planet it could be at, that's no big surprise. Unless Strange has found something and just wants to be the first to do something about it.
It strikes Mobius suddenly that he isn't entirely certain if his Templar abilities work here. He hasn't seen fit to try and shut down any of the mages--sorcerers--running around the building. A lot of them are just students, and he trusts Strange to know what he's doing. But if something goes wrong? Hm...
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If he never goes home again, there are worse places he could've ended up to spend the rest of his days.
Seattle, for instance.He is, at the moment, fruitlessly trying to use the power of his phone and the internet to decipher a text in a language he's never seen. Unfortunately, Google Translate doesn't have Ancient Sumerian in its repertoire. He looks up in time to see Strange coming with an armful of goodies, and then there's a globe in his arms, so. Guess we're doing something! He leaves the book open on the desk but manages to shove the phone in a pocket, follows dutifully along, making sure to catch up with Strange's long strides.
"I take it we're gonna see a particular kind of magic." Nobody's been buzzing about finding whatever object they're looking for, which, given they have an entire planet it could be at, that's no big surprise. Unless Strange has found something and just wants to be the first to do something about it.
It strikes Mobius suddenly that he isn't entirely certain if his Templar abilities work here. He hasn't seen fit to try and shut down any of the mages--sorcerers--running around the building. A lot of them are just students, and he trusts Strange to know what he's doing. But if something goes wrong? Hm...