Mobius is happy to let Strange do the talking. His (supposed) friend, his world, his understand of how magic is supposed to work. Happy to just stand to the side, give a small wave, and watch the work go down.
And go down it starts doing. Rapidly down, the moment Strange mentions the stone, the way the Sorcerer Supreme (what a pretentious fucking title, by the way) seems to simply shut down and close off from any form of friendliness.
"Have you stopped to consider why I have not been helping you in this quest?" Wong asks, and never has someone setting aside a bowl of popcorn and covered in buttery crumbs to stand look so oddly menacing.
"Think it's crossed his mind and everyone else's at least once." So sue him, Mobius can't stand to let a bit of sarcasm slide if there's such an inviting opening.
"Because it's foolish. No such object you describe exists. I was hoping with enough time you would see that for yourself."
"It does exist. Somewhere, here, it has to. We know it does. With all this...multiverse nonsense, maybe it's got some kind of magical plane- frequency- that's just different enough from yours to mask it." Mobius hefts the globe under and arm and makes a beseeching motion with the other. "At the very least, you could make some kind of effort to get us home."
Wong-not-Wong's attention goes to Mobius and stays there for once. "Why are you so keen on leaving?"
And for a baffled, befuddled moment, Mobius doesn't have an immediate answer.
Back to Strange: "Why are you determined to go back to a place you don't belong? We need you here. The safety of this reality is your sworn duty."
Which might also be right about the time it's clear the novice's full attention is on what's happening, standing very still. Rather than scurrying out of the room or quietly keeping their head down and to their own duties. At attention. Mobius is pretty sure that's not a good sign.
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And go down it starts doing. Rapidly down, the moment Strange mentions the stone, the way the Sorcerer Supreme (what a pretentious fucking title, by the way) seems to simply shut down and close off from any form of friendliness.
"Have you stopped to consider why I have not been helping you in this quest?" Wong asks, and never has someone setting aside a bowl of popcorn and covered in buttery crumbs to stand look so oddly menacing.
"Think it's crossed his mind and everyone else's at least once." So sue him, Mobius can't stand to let a bit of sarcasm slide if there's such an inviting opening.
"Because it's foolish. No such object you describe exists. I was hoping with enough time you would see that for yourself."
"It does exist. Somewhere, here, it has to. We know it does. With all this...multiverse nonsense, maybe it's got some kind of magical plane- frequency- that's just different enough from yours to mask it." Mobius hefts the globe under and arm and makes a beseeching motion with the other. "At the very least, you could make some kind of effort to get us home."
Wong-not-Wong's attention goes to Mobius and stays there for once. "Why are you so keen on leaving?"
And for a baffled, befuddled moment, Mobius doesn't have an immediate answer.
Back to Strange: "Why are you determined to go back to a place you don't belong? We need you here. The safety of this reality is your sworn duty."
Which might also be right about the time it's clear the novice's full attention is on what's happening, standing very still. Rather than scurrying out of the room or quietly keeping their head down and to their own duties. At attention. Mobius is pretty sure that's not a good sign.