American Beauty/American Psycho

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"Wait- Doctor Who?" Shaking her head, she held up a hand. Why does he have so many names? Doctor Steven Strange, Constantine-" Talk about a mouthful.

"Wait… Constantine?" Oh my god… Was John trying to teach someone?

"Yeah, I thought I said that--" Blinking a few times, she stopped to think about it. "Are we not talking about the same person?"

"He pushed me off a bridge earlier- and a building, then left me stranded in Tokyo.." She paused. "Which is how I ended up here, tried a spell to get me home and instead, it must’ve just reopened his portal.." Gotta work on that. 

"Wait wait wait… Pushed you off a building? That doesn’t sound like the Doctor Strange I know… Unless he’s sending you through magic boot camp, then maybe."

"Wait- Doctor Who?" Shaking her head, she held up a hand. Why does he have so many names? Doctor Steven Strange, Constantine-" Talk about a mouthful.

My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Wait? Did not a lot of people know that? “Uh, yea…” Oops? “Well, the letting you get lost thing sounds like him… But he isn’t usually so bad that I would call him an asshole… Maybe he’s having a bad night?” She shrugged, not having a clue that the other woman was referring to John.

"He pushed me off a bridge earlier- and a building, then left me stranded in Tokyo.." She paused. "Which is how I ended up here, tried a spell to get me home and instead, it must've just reopened his portal.." Gotta work on that. 

"What?" Casey looked to Xandra, raising a brow in confusion. "Um… Stephen? ‘Course he does… Who exactly are you?" It wasn’t often that she ran into strangers, wondering through the halls of the Sanctum. If anything, Wong warned her when there would be company.

"His name is Stephen?" Arching a brow, she shook her head. "Sorry, name's Xandra- do you live here? Because I came here by accident, I meant to go home, but I ended up following that asshole." She had no idea that they were talking about two different people. 

"Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate." If this went on any longer, she’d probably give up and go get another towel. Lots of superheroes don’t wear pants, right? There was a brief moment of silence, followed by more cursing. "Maybe if I just-" Quietly, she read the spell, adding something she’d seen on another page. Xan hadn’t looked to see if it worked yet, when she felt a sharp pain in her hand, dropping the book immediately. "Your book bit me—" But at least she was wearing pants now. Looking over her hand, she examined it for a paper cut and didn’t find anything. 

"Bugger if I know what that means." He shrugged, his voice gruff as he kept his eyes closed, still attempting to get a nap in while sitting in the chair, regardless of the girl in front of him who kept insisting that he teach her magic. "And never said it was my book."

Rolling her eyes, she turned back towards the book, approaching it with caution. Maybe it was just a fluke.. "Are you seriously going to sleep in that chair?" Well, probably not with her talking like that.

John perked a brow, opening his eyes regardless of what she said for a moment, closing it back after she put the shirt on, “Nice teats, love.” He stated simply, shrugging as he leaned back a bit more, “And if y’can’t master that spell, y’can’t learn any new spells. Figure out the limitations and strengths of that’un then we can talk about new books.”

"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." If this went on any longer, she'd probably give up and go get another towel. Lots of superheroes don't wear pants, right? There was a brief moment of silence, followed by more cursing. "Maybe if I just-" Quietly, she read the spell, adding something she'd seen on another page. Xan hadn't looked to see if it worked yet, when she felt a sharp pain in her hand, dropping the book immediately. "Your book bit me--" But at least she was wearing pants now. Looking over her hand, she examined it for a paper cut and didn't find anything. 

"Sure y’do, love." He returned, smoking a cigarette as he leaned back in the chair, eyes closed as he attempted to take a nap, disturbed by the sound of her voice. "The likelihood that you’ve figured out that spell is about the same as the likelihood that I give a damn about what anyone thinks about me."

"Good golly, miss Molly, you need to calm down and let me try." Taking a deep breath, she muttered the same spell that made the last pie, but concentrated harder on clothing. Shutting her eyes, she prayed it worked. Peering down at herself, she frowned. Well, it technically worked. Now, instead of a towel, she was in her underwear. "Shit- Keep your eyes closed!" She cared less about some dude seeing her in her skivvies and more about the fact that, that meant she failed again. Rereading the spell, a shirt seemed to appear out of nowhere and land on her head. "I hate this book, can I get a different book?" She asked, pulling the shirt over her head. 

"Never told you t’make bloody pies." He returned, rubbing the bridge of his nose a bit as he magicked the pie away. "No. We’re in the house of the bloody Sorcerer Supreme and he decided against paying his water bill. Of course there’s running water, now stop being an idiot and go shower."

"Call it a bit of a wishing spell, love. Y’either get what you want or a pie depending on how much energy it takes and whether or not it’s possible." He stated simply, "Either you don’t have the energy for going ‘home,’ or y’don’t got one to call your own. ‘Least you don’t think y’do." He returned, rolling his eyes at her, "Go. Get. A. Bloody. Shower."

"That's..... so dumb." Tapping the pie with her foot she frowned. "It's not even a good pie.. It's literally garbage pie." Setting the book down she threw her hands in the air. "I would have showered sooner, but I was too busy summoning pies in fracking Tokyo." She looked around a moment, arching a brow. I ended up here... where is here, exactly? Follow up question, is there running water?"

John was relaxing where he was sitting, smelling Xandra before he heard or saw her come in through the portal, “Bloody hell!” He yelled at her, throwing a book at her, “Didn’t I tell you t’take a bloody shower and get that damned smell off of you!” He scolded, glaring at her as he contemplated shoving her back through the portal that she had just come through.

Xandra was facing away from him, when she came through. "Hey, I don't live here.." As soon as she heard him, she spun around. "Damn it, I wasn't looking for you!" Immediately opening the book back up, she read something random, tacking on- "And take me home!" on the end of the spell and another pie appeared in front of her. "Why does that keep happening?" 

"Find a way. Like hell am I getting anywhere near you t’teleport out of this bloody city." He sneered, waving a hand to open up a portal, walking through it, the book that she had left on the building flying out of it before closing.

"You had better hope I die!" She called after him, snatching the book off the ground. "Let's see-" Well, she had to try something right? Opening it up right down the middle, she knit her brow together. "This isn't even English-" Blowing out a sigh, she muttered something in, what she assumed was Latin, and a pie appeared at her feet. "Cool-" Upon further inspection, she realized the was something crawling in it- "Ooh, I said that wrong..." Flipping a few more pages in, she sighed and read off something else. Pausing, she looked around, almost certain nothing happened. "Okay, not that one..." Third time's the charm, right? "Okay okay okay, abrakadabra-" She sighed before actually reading off the spell. "oh.." And just like that, a portal opened up in front of her. "Ah, it worked!" Jumping up and down a second, she remembered, they close fairly quickly. "Please don't drop me in the middle of the ocean.." Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes and stepped in.