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stephen strange ([personal profile] sorcerersupreme) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-01-01 04:12 am

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

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.
onblackwings: (offended | rise like lions after a slumb)

[personal profile] onblackwings 2012-01-01 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"