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[ @cheryl1967 Don’t worry. I can absolutely understand. Take your time and please get some rest, before even thinking of answering. I look forward to your response, no matter how much time you need. :) ]

ooc

I’m so far behind on threads because of work/show/stress. If you’re tired of my bullshit I’ll be totally understanding. :(

I owe on tumblr:

@askthedarkkillers

@man-of-infinite-muses

@thefailingthief

@suchtaintedsoul

@lightyearperception

@loki-the-predator

@hero2222-nsfw

@fleetsdarkstar

@terrorcaptain

@allhallowsspookyoperative

@saphirafoxgirlspost1

@nyteclanremastered

@heavensmostterrifyingweapon

@sonoftheroyalguard

@gijoeandformercobramedic

@icansavetoday

@the-archetype-of-civilization

@bizarrcinkofwings

@im-a-total-trash-mammal

@lokifriheim

@macca-my-darling

@brxve-hexrt

@bertievi

@joshuawingsofgrace

@kisscflife

@redmayniac-roleplayer

@thesixbulletprayer / @pillboxrevolver

@iblade290

@futaqueenchrysalis

@marikslittleangel

@somerandompokemon

@jayzons-eyes

@videogamer382

@xsinsareusx

@czsmiic

@liesxlossxlove

@mysterymanjoseph

@impulsive-captain

@deafarcher

@wxlfiinstincts

@dr-stephen-v-strange

@so-sam-i-am

@askcyndaquil

@hozeii-archived

@thecharmedmechanic

@the-tinyflamedemon

@glitrandi-glaepi

@rottendreamteam

@rotten-mama

@rikki-rotten

@iamthexweapon

@icelandic-angel

@ice-hxarted

@icelandic-w1tch

@kingofthesystem

@corruptedarkness

I owe on discord:

@themaskedventriloquist

@darling-muses

@dawnturnstodusk

@genderxfluidxnerd

@theserpentsjester

#ooc #cheryl1967

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"um... hello...? im a little lost..." looks rather shy and cold.

“Do you need a jacket? Welfare and shelter are on the next block.”

#marvel rp?

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@loki-the-predator

A part of Stephen wanted to say “no” or rather to scream it. But Wong had made sure the book could not be stolen without setting of numerous alarms and to apply the magic one needed to use the pages. Otherwise why would Kaecilius have taken one instead of just reading it? No, it was considerably safe to let the alien take a look and yet, all Stephen wanted was to pull the man away by his hair and to throw him against an other wall, destroying the fragile peace they had constructed.

Instead, he said: “Go ahead.”

He took a step away from both the book and the alien and spoke again, this time too distracted to carefulky examine his next words: “Are you, though?” No matter how long their lifespan, a Jotun was no God and the book would not be as easily fooled as Earth’s people and Asgardians alike.

Waiting, he tilted his head, watching the blue eyes of the alien dance across the book. It was the only part of him that actually resembled the ice of Jotunheim. “Sometimes we don’t know what we really want. After all who would not give an entire universe for a better one? Who would not give themselves for a world where they feel like they belong?”

He looked at his hands and how they were still shaking and thought of what he knew of the battle of New York. A child burning down a village to feel it’s warmth, indeed. Stephen had known better than to try something Odin had tried by adopting his enemy’s son, by lying to the boy and himself.

“Sometimes it is better if we don’t allow ourselves to make choices between what we want and what is right or we will end up as a shadow of ourselves.”

The “like you”, was unspoken and hopefully unheard. It was not disdain or pity even. How could he pity a near-immortal who had thousands of years time to reconcile with his people? Leaning on the table, where the book had lain moments before, he added: “Our lives are too short to waste on worries about choices that lead to tragedy either way.”

With a tremour in his voice he asked: “Did you find what you were looking for?”

@loki-the-predator

Stephen shrugged, trying to hide how impressed he was by the others ability to absorb knowledge. It looked like it took the enjoyment out of reading, but it also appeared to be incredibly practical.

“Who of us is really the show off?”

Hearing floor boards creaking too close to be random he created a simple auditive protection spell. It was a melody that would be heard instead of the voices from inside the room. It should be enough to deter even the most inquisitive novices. Then he began to talk again:

“Every new branch is reality. I haven’t answered because it is not that simple. Human wants are fickle and not always sincere. A human might think they want a pet, but when thinking about the connected responsibility and the chores they might realise they don’t want one at all.” He looked at his hands, shaking while he used his magic to keep the room protected from eager ears. “Everything has its prize. And yet, a deal without consequences would make life worthless. So yes, I have considered changing the past, but the prize is too high.”

He did not mention how he knew how high the prize would be for him, how he had met a version of himself from the future, a reverse time capsule, so to say, as a warning. His face turned ashen at the memory.

“I fear that if you read the chained books so fast they will defend themselves.” He clicked his tongue and watched with satisfaction as one of the books gave a small wiggle in its chains. “They tend to be a bit special about what they want you to read and to show you.”

He flicked his wrist absentmindedly. “Maybe if you tell me what you are looking for, I can help you find it.”

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While staring at the man, Loki had listened to what he had to say with a blank expression. Then he shrugged. “If the price is too high, you do not want it enough.” He gave a quick wink. “There is a loophole to be found in everything, even in time.”

Again his eyes got drawn to the books in chains and slowly he walked over to study them. With care he read the titles, carefully pushing the chains aside a little whenever the letters were obscured by the metal.

The small smile was still on his lips, but it had turned sour as the mage had offended him. “You insult me, young Human. I have been around magical objects and books long before your ancestors ancestors ancestors-” he made a motion with his hand “-you get the point,” he mumbled under his breath, “were born. I know how to treat them, but do not forget, they also know how to treat me.” He smirked. “Lest you have forgotten I am a God.”

Magical objects could be fickle, sometimes he had to dance to their whims, other times they had to dance to his. It was just an ever push and pull he was more than used to.

Eventually he found a book that interested him - the Book of Cagliostro.

With half a look over a shoulder and an eyebrow raised he asked, “May I?” indicating that he wanted to study the book up close.

He hadn’t asked because he held any love for the man (though the hard feelings had subsided somewhat), but he asked because he respected the book - obviously magical. He couldn’t care less about the other possessions.

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Doctor’s research mood :)

#thanks for the tag!#doctor strange

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@starscreamloki Thank you...

#oh no #it’s beautifully done #but why?

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@cheryl1967

One of Stephen’s eyebrows shot up. Her explanation when it came to random portals was either dangerously naive or suspicious. “Using a mystical atrifact to challenge extra-dimensional energy”, he replied vaguely. “How often have you used portals in the past and where did you go?”

Portal Magic - Cheryl/Stephen

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“That’s the really weird thing,” Cheryl exclaimed as she leaned forward, as if the rest of her story were not weird already. “I read something about you on an online forum yesterday. How you helped save the world and such. You know. And then today when the portal enveloped me, I ended up here! It’s as if the portal knew where to take me. It’s like fate or something.”

Stephen suppressed a snort. Usually if something looked like fate it ended up being part of a plan of some evil, manipulative creature or in some cases, worse, an Asgardian. “Did you think that I might be able to help you before the portal opened? Did you somehow, maybe not fully consciously want to come here?”

“Maybe?” Cheryl frowned, thinking. “I never thought of that before. The portals usually just go wherever they wanna go. I never considered that maybe I had something to do with their destinations.” Her eyes scanned over the wizard before her, his velvet cloak and his golden rings. “How do you open portals, sir?” @dr-stephen-v-strange

#marvel rp #cheryl1967 #dr stephen v strange

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Just according with his luck that day, Stephen fell on his ass in shock when he saw the figure in front of him. Glittering black eyes stared down at him and Stephen could not help but think “demon”, before he corrected himself to think “alien”. Collecting himself he stood up, magic still twitching at his fingertips. “Hello”, he said.

The demon walked along the graveyard. Grave by grave went by as the hooded figure looked at the names on them. She needed to feed. What does she eat you may ask?" Human souls. Hundreds are trapped in here, that's why the graveyard was a good location to live by

Stephen hadn’t really planned to be here, but where else was he going to get a human skull? Christine was still angry at him and robbing the hospital’s morgue was hardly going to change that. So here he was, prepared to dig someone, hopefully dead and hopefully decayed beyond recognition up for a spell that was supposed to ban the Shuma-Gorath when he heard the peculiar sound of steps.

#marvel rp #ensmeens #stephen strange #doctor strange

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@delcaty007 There is always the option of bargaining. Get or become something of use to the other and cut a deal.

And if that works and you survive, let me know.

Greetings good doctor, How are you today Do you have any advice on how to deal with a certain trickster god I'm tired of being called a pesky ant

Hello. You can either avoid what you can’t win against or to find a way to improve yourself until you can win.

In this case the first option seems to be the better survival strategy. The battlefield of those who are gifted with mystic powers is a dangerous place.

#marvel rp #delcaty007 #stephen strange

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It was absurd wasn’t it? He felt guilty for asking to have been informed of what species his lover was -no, is. It was not as if he himself had ever been forthcoming, but this was an entirely different level of secrecy. He would need time to adjust and looking at her painridden hopeful face, he knew that he would try to take that time. Stephen‘s lips twitched up in something that vaguely resembelled a smile. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m too tired to process this and I’m sure you feel similarly. Do you want me to find a different room?”

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@askrubyneilson

Stephen froze. “It is anger, but it’s also what you truely think, isn’t it?” His eyes narrowed, focusing on her scared face.

“You think it is pity that I wanted? Pity for my shitty childhood? Poor, poor Stephen, who’s sis died because he couldn’t save her? Whose brother killed himself? Who was too much of an ass to say something to his dying dad? Is that who you think I am?” He hit the ball of his hand against the wall above her, shaking from the emotion and the pain of the movement.

“And I trusted you.”

#askrubyneilson #marvel rp #stephen strange

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Greetings good doctor, How are you today Do you have any advice on how to deal with a certain trickster god I'm tired of being called a pesky ant

Hello. You can either avoid what you can’t win against or to find a way to improve yourself until you can win.

In this case the first option seems to be the better survival strategy. The battlefield of those who are gifted with mystic powers is a dangerous place.

#marvel rp #delcary007 #doctor strange

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Thinking that it was probably a lost homeless person or a teenager trying to be edgy, he tried to ignore the form. Instead he crouched behind one of the gravestones, slowly creating the magic that opened the grave. He was entirely focused on his task, when suddenly, it happened.

The demon walked along the graveyard. Grave by grave went by as the hooded figure looked at the names on them. She needed to feed. What does she eat you may ask?" Human souls. Hundreds are trapped in here, that's why the graveyard was a good location to live by

Stephen hadn’t really planned to be here, but where else was he going to get a human skull? Christine was still angry at him and robbing the hospital’s morgue was hardly going to change that. So here he was, prepared to dig someone, hopefully dead and hopefully decayed beyond recognition up for a spell that was supposed to ban the Shuma-Gorath when he heard the peculiar sound of steps.

#marvel rp #ensmeens #stephen strange #doctor strange

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Stephen shook his head, too exhausted from his emotional outburst to pull his hand away. With bitter resignation he asked: “And how can you be together with someone if they don’t even know who you are?” She was soft though, in a way that remembered him of different, simpler times and that destroyed all the anger he felt. “Maybe you should have tried me.” She was so close. “Maybe it would have made things better.”

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@askrubyneilson

Stephen froze. “It is anger, but it’s also what you truely think, isn’t it?” His eyes narrowed, focusing on her scared face.

“You think it is pity that I wanted? Pity for my shitty childhood? Poor, poor Stephen, who’s sis died because he couldn’t save her? Whose brother killed himself? Who was too much of an ass to say something to his dying dad? Is that who you think I am?” He hit the ball of his hand against the wall above her, shaking from the emotion and the pain of the movement.

“And I trusted you.”

#marvel rp #askrubyneilson #stephen strange

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@cheryl1967

Stephen suppressed a snort. Usually if something looked like fate it ended up being part of a plan of some evil, manipulative creature or in some cases, worse, an Asgardian. “Did you think that I might be able to help you before the portal opened? Did you somehow, maybe not fully consciously want to come here?”

Portal Magic - Cheryl/Stephen

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“My house is just outside of the city,” she explained, her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking. “I stepped through, and not only was I in England suddenly? But it was the past. It was, like, medieval times. I saw knights and a castle. And then the light flashed again and I was back home.”

He had not heared of a single portal-causing time travel devise, travel to an alternate dimension, of course, was always possible. Though that was more an Asgardian than a human matter and therefore striclty speaking out of Stephen’s jurisdiction if it did not become a recurring issue. “If that is what happened, how did you get here or know about me?”

“That’s the really weird thing,” Cheryl exclaimed as she leaned forward, as if the rest of her story were not weird already. “I read something about you on an online forum yesterday. How you helped save the world and such. You know. And then today when the portal enveloped me, I ended up here! It’s as if the portal knew where to take me. It’s like fate or something.” @dr-stephen-v-strange

#marvel rp #cheryl1967 #stephen strange

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@loki-the-predator

Stephen shrugged, trying to hide how impressed he was by the others ability to absorb knowledge. It looked like it took the enjoyment out of reading, but it also appeared to be incredibly practical.

“Who of us is really the show off?”

Hearing floor boards creaking too close to be random he created a simple auditive protection spell. It was a melody that would be heard instead of the voices from inside the room. It should be enough to deter even the most inquisitive novices. Then he began to talk again:

“Every new branch is reality. I haven’t answered because it is not that simple. Human wants are fickle and not always sincere. A human might think they want a pet, but when thinking about the connected responsibility and the chores they might realise they don’t want one at all.” He looked at his hands, shaking while he used his magic to keep the room protected from eager ears. “Everything has its prize. And yet, a deal without consequences would make life worthless. So yes, I have considered changing the past, but the prize is too high.”

He did not mention how he knew how high the prize would be for him, how he had met a version of himself from the future, a reverse time capsule, so to say, as a warning. His face turned ashen at the memory.

“I fear that if you read the chained books so fast they will defend themselves.” He clicked his tongue and watched with satisfaction as one of the books gave a small wiggle in its chains. “They tend to be a bit special about what they want you to read and to show you.”

He flicked his wrist absentmindedly. “Maybe if you tell me what you are looking for, I can help you find it.”

Stephen looked on as the Half-God passed by and collected books as if he had the right to own them. It was a harsh contrast with the short show of innocence and pain that had accopied the man’s illusion mere seconds ago.

The Cloak of Leviatation vibratet softly in anticipation around his arm where the alien’s clothing had brushed them. Maybe it was the magic or maybe it was anger against the cloath of the alien itself, which the cloak saw as a traitor, or maybe it was just the general eagerness to start a fight. It was a cruel being after all, possibly affected by age and Stephen had to wonder if both of them would be allies, if the Cloak could talk.

“I have heard it’s addictive. You change the past and go on to live in a new thread, but you are not happy with the results, so you try again and again. You do this so long that you forget who you were to begin with and at the same time you take the time stone from all realities you leave behind leaving them vulnerable and instable.”

Feigning interest, while looking at the books he had all read already and thinking about what this actually said about his social life he continued. “I prefer to shape my own future by the knowledge of possibilities.”

He took away from the alien, placing a book on the ancient table before waving his hand to blow away the dust that had collected on it and then burning it in the air with a twitch of his fingers. It was a harmless, pretty light show, nothing like the alien’s advanced illusion, but it was showing off none the less. The pages he looked at after opening the thick volume were familiar and he could probably quote them word by word. “How to break a temporal loop” was the title of the chapter.

There was a strange sound behind him. And he turned both eyebrows raised to look at Loki. “Did you find what you are looking for?”

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“Who says this is reality? Who says that we are currently not living in a far branched of thread?” he asked with his nose still buried between the books.

In opposite to the human, Loki was able to keep his attention on multiple tasks, answering questions, thinking about what the other said, managing his Seidr and searching the books.

Without looking up he pointed at the man. “Show off,” he accused, but there was a little smile on his lips nonetheless. But if Strange was going to show off, so was Loki. He wasn’t fond of physical battles, but he didn’t shy from a harmless magical battle in skills.

By now he had collected five books, and though he loved the weight of them in his arms and the smell of the leather and pages, he now needed them for another purpose. One by one they floated through the air to the table, neatly stacking themselves in a pile as they landed.

Every book Loki picked drifted to the pile until he had reached the end of the shelves. Then he joined his books at the table, quickly flicking through them, reading the pages and absorbing information at a godly speed. Little hums and ‘ah’s fell from his lips on the occasion, but soon he had worked through all eleven books. “No, I have not found what I was looking for,” he said a little agitated.

Well, not exactly…

He looked at the other, making sure he got the attention. “However, you still have not answered my question,” he continued on that irritated tone of before. “I did not ask about the dangers. If you do not wish to answer the question, just say so.”

Loki hated it to get ignored. Story of his life, though…

“Have you never wanted to change the past and live in the new thread?”

His eyes stayed on Stephen for a couple of seconds with a stern expression. Then his eyes drifted to the racks filled with books tethered in chains.

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The demon walked along the graveyard. Grave by grave went by as the hooded figure looked at the names on them. She needed to feed. What does she eat you may ask?" Human souls. Hundreds are trapped in here, that's why the graveyard was a good location to live by

Stephen hadn’t really planned to be here, but where else was he going to get a human skull? Christine was still angry at him and robbing the hospital’s morgue was hardly going to change that. So here he was, prepared to dig someone, hopefully dead and hopefully decayed beyond recognition up for a spell that was supposed to ban the Shuma-Gorath when he heard the peculiar sound of steps.

#marvel rp #doctor strange #ensmeens

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@loki-the-predator

Stephen looked on as the Half-God passed by and collected books as if he had the right to own them. It was a harsh contrast with the short show of innocence and pain that had accopied the man’s illusion mere seconds ago.

The Cloak of Leviatation vibratet softly in anticipation around his arm where the alien’s clothing had brushed them. Maybe it was the magic or maybe it was anger against the cloath of the alien itself, which the cloak saw as a traitor, or maybe it was just the general eagerness to start a fight. It was a cruel being after all, possibly affected by age and Stephen had to wonder if both of them would be allies, if the Cloak could talk.

“I have heard it’s addictive. You change the past and go on to live in a new thread, but you are not happy with the results, so you try again and again. You do this so long that you forget who you were to begin with and at the same time you take the time stone from all realities you leave behind leaving them vulnerable and instable.”

Feigning interest, while looking at the books he had all read already and thinking about what this actually said about his social life he continued. “I prefer to shape my own future by the knowledge of possibilities.”

He took away from the alien, placing a book on the ancient table before waving his hand to blow away the dust that had collected on it and then burning it in the air with a twitch of his fingers. It was a harmless, pretty light show, nothing like the alien’s advanced illusion, but it was showing off none the less. The pages he looked at after opening the thick volume were familiar and he could probably quote them word by word. “How to break a temporal loop” was the title of the chapter.

There was a strange sound behind him. And he turned both eyebrows raised to look at Loki. “Did you find what you are looking for?”

Stephen’s expectations were not disappointed.

The alien’s face had been a display of emotional complexity seldom seen.

He went from a far-away, nearly languorous smile to something bitter, more crooked, as he summarised parts of his childhood. It was just as fascinating to watch as the illusion the alien had created, all in all a story which carried the aura of a Shakespearean tragedy. It would be no less impressive if this was all just an Oscar worthy act.

And Stephen suspected that even if it was all true, it was still only one side of the coin, the one that painted the picture of an innocent, albeit both spoiled and misunderstood Loki, while on the other side the monster, the destroyer of New York, or at least the scornful God of Lies slumbered.

And yet, knowing that this was the way Loki saw himself, a little boy with a father who looked at him in an intimidating, merciless way and who played simple pranks and cared for the simple people’s thoughts and rumors, did something to him. It was a change of perspective, maybe, if there wasn’t so much doubt left.

Dwelling on this thought was Stephen’s only excuse to being surprised by Loki’s choice. In truth he should have expected this.

It was after all the one subject related to the most mighty confirmed power source inside the Sanctum.

As soon as they reached the area Stephen began to talk, like he did when lecturing his novices, with his back to the books, as if to protect them from the students or in this case the Half-God.

“Well, travelling into the past can affect the future but not the presence, as any direct impact on and change of the past would result in a formation of new time streams given the individual traveler however no choice but to return within his or her own historical thread. No matter what one does in the past, one can only return to ones own future.”

This was why traveling into the past, if not just to spend some time at a beach that was turned into a rubbish pile or to pick up something like an old subway-coupon, was pretty useless. Which was also the reason Stephen had been leading Loki to those shelves in the time-travel section, rather than the shelves about foresight and traveling into the future(s).

“It is a truly challenging mind-fuck of a topic, which is also a nice metaphor to our entire study session, so I can see why you chose it.” He said with a smirk that had little humor in it, but was not bitter, yet. “Is there anything you wanted to see in particular?”

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“One could stay in the new thread,” Loki shrugged, standing next to Strange. His hand skimming the books, just like the God wanted to caress each spine, but in truth he was waiting to get that familiar prickle when he was searching for a book and it would present itself to him.

Stepping past the Human in search of his book, Loki came so close that his clothing brushed against the man’s. He better make sure that Mage’s cloak wouldn’t get to familiar with his own.

He stopped momentarily, giving the human a crooked and sideways grin. “And one could always create new threads within new threads.”

It wasn’t so far from the truth and what he wanted to reach, but he wasn’t going to enlighten the Human with why he wanted to know about time-travel. It was something he had been chasing for a few years now and there was no other place on this damned planet where he could get more of the information he needed. The only other place would be Asgard and right now he didn’t want to set foot on that realm.

“I’ll know when I get to it,” he murmured under his breath, an answer to the latest question, but Loki was only paying half attention as it was divided between his Seidr in search of the book and quickly reading spines at the same time.

When he felt that familiar prickle he pulled a book from the shell and resumed his search. One book could never be enough.

“You succeeded in it, did you not?” he asked, still only paying half attention. “Travelling to the past. I have seen you do it. Have you never wanted to change the past and live in a new thread?” Loki briefly looked at the other and said, “No lying, I know when you do,” before he turned his attention back to the books.

@dr-stephen-v-strange

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@askrubyneilson

Stephen froze. “It is anger, but it’s also what you truely think, isn’t it?” His eyes narrowed, focusing on her scared face.

“You think it is pity that I wanted? Pity for my shitty childhood? Poor, poor Stephen, who’s sis died because he couldn’t save her? Whose brother killed himself? Who was too much of an ass to say something to his dying dad? Is that who you think I am?” He hit the ball of his hand against the wall above her, shaking from the emotion and the pain of the movement.

“And I trusted you.”

#marvel rp #askrubyneilson #stephen strange #doctor strange

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