So a dragon and a sorcerer supreme walk into a bar... I mean confectionary.

[sorcerersupreme]

WHO: Khisanth the bloodthirsty dragon and Doctor Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts.
WHERE: Strange's PinkBerry on Bleecker Street.
WHEN: December 31st, sometime in the afternoon.
WARNINGS: Strange macking on a hot lady who is actually a dragon? Probably nothing but uhh.
SUMMARY: Khisanth wishes to enlist Strange's help in some mysterious task. That is mysterious.
FORMAT: Prose to start off and then whatever. I am un-picky.



Strange arrived exactly nineteen minutes after hanging up with the rather mysterious and vaguely ominous woman. There was no difficulty traveling to their chosen meeting place, or rather, none that couldn't be anticipated on a holiday Saturday in a densely populated area of New York. With a nod to the clerk currently working, he commandeered a table for them by the window, placing his coat over a chair and hat to one side of the glassy surface.

Comments

[onblackwings]

It's slow going and incredibly frustrating to travel the City as everyone else does. Onyx gets lost twice and takes the wrong train once, and it ends up being a good 35 minutes before she manages to show up. If her teleportation spell hadn't been blocked, she thinks bitterly, she'd have been there even before she'd hung up the phone.

But she's there eventually, sliding into the shop and glancing around. She recognizes him from the Network shortly and heads over to take a seat and try not to look too miserable. This is a business deal, after all.

"Dr. Strange." A nod, more respectful than her usual. "I'm Onyx."

[sorcerersupreme]

"A pleasure to meet you, Onyx, though I think I've already expressed as much." Strange doesn't miss the decidedly pathetic look, but declines commenting on it. There's no need to embarrass someone who might otherwise be inclined to give him money. "Would you care for something? I can personally recommend the pomegranate fro-yo."

[onblackwings]

The offer earns him a strange look, until she recalls that this is a... frozen yogurt shop. (So strange, this place.) Then she only shakes her head brusquely. Pomegranate fro-yo is decidedly the least of her worries.

"No." And then, a little belatedly, "Thank you." She leans forward over the table, elbows on the table top and one hand to her lips. "Do you have any experience breaking magical constraints?"

[sorcerersupreme]

Well, that was unexpected. Strange glances at her, and then more widely around the shop. It wouldn't due to have someone like Zoidberg sneaking up on him in this situation, after all. "I have some experience, yes. Though, of course you realize I'll need more information to truly know if I can help you."

[onblackwings]

"Of course." She glances around quickly as well, eying anyone seated too closely. With a blink and a brief moment of concentration, the sounds from the rest of the shop are suddenly shut out, and she looks a little more comfortably back to Strange again.

"Firstly, my ability to teleport has been locked. Can you fix that?"