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Strange honestly didn’t have the attention span for this sort of dull conversation, and yet his sights were again focused on her whenever she mentioned something worthwhile. His cup being put back down on the counter, and he turned her way with his arms folding across his chest. “Count me intrigued, then? You had me at attraction.” Maybe she’s actually interesting. Who knows. Her practices that I’ve read up on are........ questionable, to say the least. “This better not be something weird.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

    “...............Sorry... Who are you?” His attention had been taken when this one finally showed her face, feigning confusion at her just being in front of him, like he’s supposed to care. “Kidding... Yes, I suppose it’s time for us to bump into each other. Bound to happen, eventually. You’ve quite the reputation, Dr. O’Deorain. I’ve already done a bit of reading on you, because I just had to know who they’re trying to place in my facility.” As he just ignores her outstretched hand, and moves past to grab a large cup of fresh coffee from the counter. “Now, is there something we really needed to discuss, or are you just here to waste my time? I could have sworn I told the others that I didn’t ask for any sort of help in my field. Goes to show you how much they listen.” Sips. | @talonedbanshee​ |

   “..... Protocol???? What??” His brow raising, and then he just looked away with slight exasperation of this entire conversation. It was something he didn’t even think of, but somehow all of this almost felt a little wrong to be discussed? Waves his hand, green light showing from his fingertips, and an apparition-like visage showed to the other something like a one-way mirror. Inside this ‘mirror’ was the looming figure of something almost humanoid, looking down upon several planetoids that looked to be pea-sized in comparison.    “You see that? That’s Dormammu... He, not long ago at all, was going to dismantle our entire planet. Now, Mister Stark, I don’t exactly think something like regulations and damage control could have prevented anything as wildly cosmically bogus as that coming along.” Waves his hand again, and the entire thing disappeared as it had came. “No... I don’t think I can care too much about these governmental control issues that they’ve seemed to press upon you to enact. Being ‘busy’ for me, is continuing to keep our world safe from beings like that. We’re talking grand scale overlords, Stark... It’s sort of mind-blowing, honestly, to have that lurking in your thoughts on a daily basis. I don’t think you can understand it.” Shakes his head, and his cloak finally relinquished itself from his shoulders to hover over to the stand to lay on. Turns to Stark, looking not as intimidating as he may have been, arms folding across his chest. “Look... I’m not trying to start anything with you. It’s just... from my view there’s much bigger things to worry about than thinking my power is going to be used against the world. As a matter of fact, it’s quite the opposite, Stark. Seeing as your the man who stopped corruption from within his own company’s name, I’d make a guess you’d know someone of virtue when you see him.” | @capaciitor​ |

Turns to him finally, and gets a very long look at what he was dealing with here. Already, he knew the sort and that aggravated him quite a lot to see someone so similar to himself. But we’re not. His goatee isn’t as clean as mine. I can tell. As he was getting a little worked up from his thoughts alone, Strange turned his gaze away and looked at the item that held Stark’s interest. Before taking a breath and just sharply staring him down again, his patience running thin.    “...Are you quite done fooling around? What is it that you want, Stark. Please, don’t tell me it’s more monsters. I’d rather not have to deal with sending them orbiting in space, as it is an annoying setup.” | @capaciitor​ |

   “I’m busy, you know. I don’t have time to deal with whatever it may be now.” | @capaciitor |