“Might as well try. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, after all,” he says lightly. “Get a dragon egg. Raise it. Have it imprint on you like a baby bird. Presto, now we’ve got a pet dragon. Evens the odds.”
Extremely not-serious. But humour is Strange’s habitual fallback in times of trouble — and what better time than when they’re in a post-apocalyptic environment where everything wants to kill them?
But at least they’ve reached a kind of equilibrum. He folds the FEDRA pamphlet into neat angles, puts it back in his pocket. Picks up the can of peaches, steals another piece, and then passes it back to Abby to share the rest.
He hadn’t made the best first impression at all, and he’s well-aware of it. Unlike back home, he doesn’t have the cachet to spend here; the shoe’s on the other foot for once, and he needs her help (and that of the others) to stay alive.
So. When the time comes for their group’s sortie for the Rat King, Doctor Strange will need to hang back, leave his fate squarely in the hands of several young rifter women and some Thedosians. It actively pains him to put down the metaphorical knife, to not be involved, to trust the others to handle it without him—
but he needs to accept his limits, acknowledge his strengths and weaknesses.
And here, where she’s been forged and moulded into the shape of this world, then Abby is the better call.
an attempt @ a closer
Extremely not-serious. But humour is Strange’s habitual fallback in times of trouble — and what better time than when they’re in a post-apocalyptic environment where everything wants to kill them?
But at least they’ve reached a kind of equilibrum. He folds the FEDRA pamphlet into neat angles, puts it back in his pocket. Picks up the can of peaches, steals another piece, and then passes it back to Abby to share the rest.
He hadn’t made the best first impression at all, and he’s well-aware of it. Unlike back home, he doesn’t have the cachet to spend here; the shoe’s on the other foot for once, and he needs her help (and that of the others) to stay alive.
So. When the time comes for their group’s sortie for the Rat King, Doctor Strange will need to hang back, leave his fate squarely in the hands of several young rifter women and some Thedosians. It actively pains him to put down the metaphorical knife, to not be involved, to trust the others to handle it without him—
but he needs to accept his limits, acknowledge his strengths and weaknesses.
And here, where she’s been forged and moulded into the shape of this world, then Abby is the better call.