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Post by Ysmir on Jan 6, 2022 7:58:17 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
It seemed like nobody was in the mood to talk. Fine by me, Strange quipped to himself. He thrust his hands forth and the magical wards in his palms expanded outward, forming a basic shield of energy in front of his body that began to absorb the small arms fire directed his way. Strange, still floating in the air courtesy of the Cloak, strafed to the left while deflecting the fire and keeping his focus on what he assumed was the leader of this ring; the man in the Hood. If he wanted to get to the bottom of this unfurling mystery, that man was the key. But first, he'd have to dispose of these nuisances. Strange brought his hands together while his shield defended him, forming two signs with his open palms. "Let your heart run cold, its heat begone," Strange uttered, focusing now on a group of the hooded man's lackeys, "within the Icy Tendrils of Ikthalon!"From the ground below a group of a half dozen or so thugs, a chilled air rushed upward and was followed by a sudden blast of ice that enveloped their bodies entirely. In less than a second, the powerful spell had instantly, but non-lethally, flash frozen the thugs in place, guns and all, immobilizing and disabling them. Strange spun and turned his attentions back to the hooded man. "Call the rest of your dogs off before this gets even uglier," Strange suggested, "the one you serve is not worth your time and effort. He is evil personified. Surely, you must see that?"
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Post by bio858 on Jan 7, 2022 18:07:43 GMT -7
The HoodAs the sorcerer's cape deflected the bullets coming his way, he'd chant a strange set of words before icy winds filled the apartment room. Yet Parker's cape would somehow keep the man warm, as he'd see all of his men stuck, frozen as statues. He'd stare daggers at the sorcerer, who would speak to the gangster about his association with the one he supposedly "served". "The f**k you on about, I don't serve jack shit. I'm the boss of me, you HEAR ME! I'M THE f**k**g BOSS HERE!"Keep telling yourself that.He'd look away from Strange, as if talking to his own cape. Perhaps it would be a strange sight to the sorcerer, if it weren't for the fact he was most likely aware of who the man was speaking to. "SHUT THE f**k UP!!!"He'd fire a bullet towards Strange's direction. However, he'd probably note the magical elements of this projectile, as it would explode once it came into contact with something, magical or not. He'd realize he wouldn't be able to deflect this bullet with just his cape, that's for certain.
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Post by Ysmir on Jan 9, 2022 9:24:48 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
The man was delusioned; Typical, Strange thought to himself. The most dangerous thing about demons? A mortal could never be sure when they were under one's influence. Everybody wants to believe that they are in total control of their own actions, with not a single soul holding a leash on them. But demons were clever and fickle things, with a pocket full of tricks all geared towards pulling the wool over the eyes of hapless victims. Maybe he'd surrendered himself willingly, or maybe he was simply unlucky. At this point, it was not Strange's place to make that judgement. He was a threat, plain and simple. And speaking of threats, when the hooded man lifted his weapon, Strange could sense a peculiar magical energy emanating from it. Acting quickly, Strange held both hands outward and formed a magical sigil before him. The bullet made contact with the conjured shield, exploding on impact with enough force to send the floating Sorcerer Supreme back in the air a bit. Strange grunted and looked forward once the smoke cleared. "Whoever you are speaking to, I promise, they are simply using you!" Strange attempted to reason with the man once more, magical circles forming on his palms as he hovered forth. "Do not make me destroy you."
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Post by bio858 on Jan 16, 2022 14:00:47 GMT -7
Whoever the sorcerer was in front of him, the man was demanding that Parker stand down, lest he be destroyed. Who did that figure think he is? He came onto his turf, his home, and then started making demands out of him! He needed to be punished, that much was clear. So clear in fact, that the other voice in his head stopped speaking. As if it already had him thinking what they wanted to hear. "Destroy Me!? Bitch, I'M DESTROYING YOU!!!"With that threat came the explosions. The Hood would fire the first pair of bullets towards Strange, both with the same explosive element as before. Then he'd teleport forward from his slightly elevated position below a small set of stairs, and fire two more shots from Strange's left. Then, he'd teleport once more to Strange's right and fire another pair of bullets. Whether they hit the target or not, the projectiles would make a mess out of the apartment with the sudden explosions. Parker would teleport outside right after those first 3 transportations, all in the hopes that the Sorcerer would die in the cavalcade of explosions.
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Post by Ysmir on Jan 19, 2022 7:09:01 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
Strange's warnings and pleadings, it seemed, fell on deaf ears. Whoever the man before him was, it was no longer a "man" in the traditional sense of the word. He had been indoctrinated by Dormammu, and there was little chance of coming back from something like that once the Faltine Lord got his claws in you. This person was just one life. His existence threatened everyone, potentially. There was little contest when it came to choosing between one or the other. Time to take the kiddy gloves off. Dropping to the floor from his elevated position, Strange pressed the magical circles into the ground and released a dome-shaped wall of energy from his position. It expanded outward and enveloped the bullets the came his way, causing them to explode prematurely and harmlessly to him, even though they caused widespread devastation to the room around him. Strange tracked the hooded man's movements all the while, watching as he disappeared and reappeared once more outside. The final two bullets shot whizzed by the sorcerer's head when he redirected them telekinetically, hitting the wall behind him and also blowing that one down. When the smoke from the cacophony of explosions settled, the Sorcerer Supreme was nowhere to be found. Then, like a snake striking from the shadows, a glint of light was seen coming from behind the hooded man outside the building. A bolt of eldritch energy, crackling and yellow, was soaring right to the individual!
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Post by bio858 on Jan 29, 2022 17:01:07 GMT -7
The Hood stood triumphantly upon the glyphs projected by his boots in the sky, looking down at the apartment that was now up in smoke. With the fumes spewing out of the windows, he just knew there was no way that sorcerer could have survived. Too bad he ignored the other voice in his head. That one happened to know just a bit better. He's behind you..."What-"ZAP! A blast of eldritch energy would knock Parker from behind. He was lucky his cape shielded him from the attack, or else that blast would have done even more damage to our would be gang banger. Though will it did so, it didn't fully shield him from the full force of said attack. As that would end up knocking the villain downward, right towards the roof of his apartment building. Crashing right on the spot, he'd go tumbling around for a little bit, before finding himself on his knees. Looking up at the Sorcerer, who was floating up above him, he'd ask "What the f**k is your problem? Why do you hero types always come after me? Go after goddamn Fisk. He's the real problem. Dude was more supply than I ever had!"He's not here for you....."Huh?" He'd state back to his cape, in utter confusion at what the voice meant.
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Post by Ysmir on Jan 30, 2022 10:04:46 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
Strange's magical blast struck true against his foe -- hapless though he may be. When he tumbled down to the roof of the building, Strange hovered across the open air and stayed a healthy distance away, in case of any would-be sneak attacks from the man. There was still that sick, twisted, sinister presence emanating from the cloak. Strange knew that had to be Dormammu's source of influence over the man. "You are being used," he stated simply, crossing his arms as he hovered over his adversary. "That cloak you wear, the hood that covers your head? I know of whom you speak to -- your master, even if you don't realize it. The thing that inhabits that hood is the Dread Dormammu, one of the fallen Faltine Lords and ruler of the Dark Dimension. He's been forbidden from ever entering the realm of Earth, and so he operates through you, his pawn, as a loophole. He hopes to weasel his way here through guile. I can target the chain of supply all I want, but this problem will never go away unless I cut it off at the source."Strange took note of his words, however. Perhaps Fisk would need to have an eye kept on him. "Whether you like it or not," he continued, still alert for any attacks, "you are being manipulated."
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Post by bio858 on Jan 30, 2022 13:17:59 GMT -7
"Dormammu? That's the f**k*r's name? You gotta be shittin me! HAHAHAHAHA!"In Strange's eyes, perhaps this man had gone insane. Though in Parker's mind, all he could figure was that he could fit some kind of "mama joke" into this entirely bizarre situation. In his desperate mind for some kind of humor, Dormammu himself would decide to intervene. It seems you've had your fun. Now it's time for me to take the reigns."Wait, wait, wait, nononononono, I'm staying in control. You can't do this-"His pleas were pointless as his eyes turned a bright purple. The man known as Parker would stand up, as if his body was being puppeteered by another being altogether. Looking up at Strange, the "Hood" would start to warp around him in a circular motion, before teleporting right in front of Strange, with the cape unwraveling itself and his form right before his eyes. The "Hood" would stand face to face with Stephen, standing in the air upon the glyphs projected by the unique boots he wore. "It has been a while, Sorcerer..."
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Post by Ysmir on Feb 2, 2022 9:28:36 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
Strange had a suspicion that his words, if they even began to get through to the man, would be useless anyhow. The Dread Lord had his hands on this mortal. That would not be a grasp so easily undone, and Strange knew this. He clenched his jaw when the man's protests began, watching the Hood as it began twisting and warping in size and shape. The sinister aura that it put off beforehand was amplified tenfold now that its true master had made his presence known. When it teleported to him, Strange didn't recoil, standing his ground. He'd dealt with his fears against Nightmare many times. He wouldn't let this shade of the true Dormammu intimidate him. He steeled his gaze. "A few years, in fact," he concurred, as they hovered in the air face to face. "You seem to have seen better days. Taking up residence in parlorwear on hapless mortals now? Tragic."Against such a foe, it was important to assert your authority -- it came with the office of Sorcerer Supreme. Earth was Doctor Strange's domain and his realm of protection. Invaders like Dormammu didn't deserve any level of respect. "You're making a grave mistake, Dormammu." Strange lowered his hands and crossed them over his chest. "Your debt to me remains unfulfilled, and Earth is outside your sanction. Would you truly stoop so low as to risk upsetting Balance itself through games like this?"Strange knew this appeal to reason wouldn't work, but he had to try. There were few beings in the multiverse as brash and bold as the Dread Dormammu.
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Post by bio858 on Feb 13, 2022 18:35:51 GMT -7
"This debt is why I'm here in fact. It's partially why I've decided to aid this mortal shell in his games. The other part being for my amusement of course."He'd pace across the glyphs projected by the boots, as if it were solid ground that he happened to stand upon. Pacing around the Sorcerer, he'd decide to speak frankly to a man he deemed an annoying gnat. A resourceful all the same, but still. And it bothered him greatly that he owed the fool for his endeavors in staving off the other Faltine Lords. A debt he planned to repay. "As for tragic, I've done little to upset this fragile balance for this world you supposedly protect. A world strife with invaders of its own, yet you've done frighteningly little to oppose them."He'd give a chuckle, giving off a foreboding aura with how deep the tremor in his voice appeared when within the body of poor Parker Robbins. Looking back at Stephen, he'd decide to make his repayment known in kind. "I believe you humans have your own stories about green men coming from the stars to abduct you in your sleep. Mere microorganisms from my perspective, but all the same, a threat to the rest of your kind if I was to assume correctly?"He'd await Strange's reaction, just to see how much the man actually knew about these space faring invaders.
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Post by Ysmir on Feb 16, 2022 10:28:03 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
"This debt is why I am here."Strange's brow quirked upward. All of this mayhem and chaos just to get the Sorcerer's attention? It seemed rather out there, even for the Faltine, but Strange would never put anything past one of his oldest enemies. Perhaps it was Dormammu's sick, twisted idea of a practical joke, or perhaps it was simply a matter of circumstance that his schemes and owed debt lined up so perfectly. Whatever the case may be, he certainly had the Doctor's attention now if he didn't before. Strange stood resolute and unwavering as Dormammu, in Parker's body, paced around him. The comment of invaders earned his surprise, and a look of understanding; Dormammu knew of the Skrull? Of course he did; why was Strange even surprised? Any leverage he could find to levy against the defenders of Earth, he would use. Information and its power came as naturally to Dormammu as existing. "You're nothing, if not well-informed," Strange admitted. He let his arms drop from his chest and instead rested his palms on his waist, lifting his chin. "We know little, but enough. This isn't the first time the Skrulls have made their presence known to us," Strange explained. "Though this time is admittedly different. It took a small number of us far longer to realize this threat existed this time around. Beyond that, we know precious little about their goals or methods."He looked "Dormammu" in the eyes. His eyes narrowed in question. "Why?"
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Post by bio858 on Apr 10, 2022 16:13:40 GMT -7
Dormammu (within Parker's Body)The one sorcerer he sadly acknowledged within this tiny, blue mud-ball would ask the simplest of questions. Why? That was a question that already had an obvious answer. After all, Dormammu hated being indebted to anyone or anything. And let alone have that debt be to Doctor Strange of all the known organisms within the multiverse. That caused the flames on his gigantic head to spark up in rage. "Isn't it obvious? I want to cut all my ties, debts and otherwise, to you. Having to stay my hand and leave this paltry little dimension just out of my reach, well...let's just say frustration is an understatement to what I feel. So, I'm offering you this vessel. He's the key to undermining this little invasion to your world, if you decide to accept my offer that is."He'd now await Strange's answer, ready to see if the Doctor had any sort of rebuttal to the deal he had in mind. Regardless of the answer, Dormammu would intend to scheme. So it was ultimately up to Stephen to see what limits Dormammu would have placed on him, depending on the answer the Sorcerer Supreme decided to give.
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Post by Ysmir on May 9, 2022 8:16:47 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
And now, the hard part. Stephen always measured his decisions against one another, weighed the pros and cons before committing to any one course of action. Having the Dread Dormammu in his debt was a boon that could not be overstated; it ensured that the ruler of the Dark Dimension could not, by law of magic, set his sights on Earth or its universe without incurring great consequence. But what good was defense from this threat if they fell victim to another? As of yet, Strange and his compatriots had no way to combat the Skrull invasion. Since they had become wise to his ways and altered their genealogy to resist magical detection, it was nigh-impossible to tell one from a normal being. Strange didn't like his options. He was trading one problem for another, with little else to do in the between. But at the very least, Dormammu was a threat he understood -- and one he had thwarted several times in his many years as Sorcerer Supreme. He trusted his ability to combat the known far more than the unknown. The choice was, as it turned out, a simple one. "And how is he the key? How would your vessel be able to help us against this threat?" Strange crossed his arms as he asked the question. He felt he already knew the answer, but before he agreed to anything, he needed to hear it from the Faltine Lord's mouth.
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Post by bio858 on Jul 15, 2022 17:11:56 GMT -7
Dormammu (within Parker's Body)Dormammu would steadily pace around upon the glyphs midair, seemingly bored with Strange's inane questions. But it was best to appease the mortal's curiosity. The faster he did so, the faster he'd get to what he wanted. And so, Dormammu would decide to give a quick demonstration to the Sorcerer Supreme, if only to appease his paltry worries. "I suppose it's best I show you. Mortal, what do you see down there."He would refer to Parker, the mortal he resided in, as he temporarily returned control back to the man. Robbins would give out a short yell, as if he was shocked back into unconsciousness, before trying to focus in on whatever Dormammu wanted him to look at. "What, what do you want me to look at exactly!?"His body would then switch back to the Faltine Lord's control once more, as Dormammu gave a hearty sigh. Taking several more steps downward upon the glyphs, practically using them as a staircase to descend high from the skies, the floating figure with his menacing cape would frighten some of the few citizens still roaming the streets at night. Several of which looked up in either awe or fear. "Look again."Parker would take control once more, this time seeing what Dormammu wanted him to see. Looking straight at one particular civilian, he'd see a form that no one else would. A green skinned alien with pointy ears wearing civilian clothing. "Ok, I see him. What do you want me to do?""Kill him."Parker would raise a gun towards the man as he floated high in the air, leaving everyone still staring at him from down below to start running for their safety. Robbins would then turn back to look at the sorcerer. "Despite your moral sensibilities, I wouldn't interfere Sorcerer. Otherwise you'll miss out on what I exactly I plan to offer."He'd look back towards the "alien" civilian, giving control back to Parker. Robbins would pull the trigger, firing right towards the hidden alien. If the bullet hit, the body would come apart like a bloody mess. Unless someone decided to interrupt.
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Post by Ysmir on Jan 2, 2023 10:40:38 GMT -7
"Impossible? I've learned never to use that word in my line of work."
It was clear to Strange that this vessel of Dormammu's was a less-than-willing host, and that perversion of free will was enough to stir the Sorcerer Supreme's blood. Of course, a Faltine Lord cared little for the idea of freedom; Dormammu had made that abundantly clear in their many encounters over the years. But it never became easier to watch, and although Parker Robbins may have been a man with less than noble intentions, his mind was still twisted by its new dark presence. Strange watched the demonstration with muted curiosity, electing to hear out the Faltine Lord rather than pepper him with more questions. Perhaps he was being naive, placing his trust in one of his oldest and most bitter enemies, but what choice did he have? Even when he instructed his vessel to turn the weapon on what appeared to be a normal civilian, Strange stood by and watched. Whatever his plan was, Strange knew that Dormammu would never snuff out a single mortal life just for "fun". If this particular human was so important as to show something to Strange, it had to be for a reason. Just before Parker pulled his trigger, Strange glanced to Dormammu. "I won't interfere; unless you give me a reason. This better be worth it."
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