[...so sometimes this happens in the Sanctum. You open a door and it opens to a completely different place. So he's not entirely sure what's happening but it really could just be a quirk of the Sanctum. He pauses, stumbling out into a hallway that seems to just end, on what seems like the wreckage of part of a building.
He pauses, looking around, and opens the door again but the Sanctum isn't there. It's just an office. He turns, like he's expecting Wong to be right there next to him.]
...right. Uh. We didn't forget to pay property taxes this year again, did we? Or do that little Etruscan ritual?
B. Spot the Difference - cw: body horror
[Cursed objects are his forte. Okay, maybe not his forte, per se. Well, at least he's familiar with them. So when he stands in front of an innocuous looking shed with equally innocuous looking items, he raises his eyebrows.]
Imagine what horrors are held within...stuffed animals.
[But he's also experienced, so he has on a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves.
It was the only thing he could find in a hurry.]
Listen, you should let someone more experienced handle these kinds of things, okay? I know magic.
[Reaching for the stuffed wolf, he pauses to pick up a dumb-looking bowl with a crumbling, eerie pained face on it.]
If this belongs to one of the Entities, we need to have a conversation about their sense of taste.
[And then something weird happens, even through the glove he feels a strange, sparking tingle and his glove is sort of...looking kinda funny.]
Hey, is it just me or do you see that--
[His glove seems to be warping, or maybe just melting, and so is his other hand, like they were suddenly made of candle wax.]
Dr. Stephen Strange | MCU - Canon compliant to MoM, MoM spoilers possible within
[...so sometimes this happens in the Sanctum. You open a door and it opens to a completely different place. So he's not entirely sure what's happening but it really could just be a quirk of the Sanctum. He pauses, stumbling out into a hallway that seems to just end, on what seems like the wreckage of part of a building.
He pauses, looking around, and opens the door again but the Sanctum isn't there. It's just an office. He turns, like he's expecting Wong to be right there next to him.]
...right. Uh. We didn't forget to pay property taxes this year again, did we? Or do that little Etruscan ritual?
B. Spot the Difference - cw: body horror
[Cursed objects are his forte. Okay, maybe not his forte, per se. Well, at least he's familiar with them. So when he stands in front of an innocuous looking shed with equally innocuous looking items, he raises his eyebrows.]
Imagine what horrors are held within...stuffed animals.
[But he's also experienced, so he has on a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves.
It was the only thing he could find in a hurry.]
Listen, you should let someone more experienced handle these kinds of things, okay? I know magic.
[Reaching for the stuffed wolf, he pauses to pick up a dumb-looking bowl with a crumbling, eerie pained face on it.]
If this belongs to one of the Entities, we need to have a conversation about their sense of taste.
[And then something weird happens, even through the glove he feels a strange, sparking tingle and his glove is sort of...looking kinda funny.]
Hey, is it just me or do you see that--
[His glove seems to be warping, or maybe just melting, and so is his other hand, like they were suddenly made of candle wax.]
...what the hell!?