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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:44nEGlpQ Fri 21 Jun 2024 01:11:51 No.6040961 View View Report

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“What’s your opinion on carrier pigeons?” you asked.

Campbell’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly for a moment as her brain tried to process what you’d just suggested.

If they’d only known that you were acquainted with two women who were capable of training and communicating with animals, they wouldn’t be looking at you like you were crazy.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Kucharsky whispered to his partner.

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Sometime later, after you’d managed to convince those two cops that you were entirely capable of sending trained carrier pigeons back and forth through the city(and bribed the vendor to keep his mouth shut), you brought Donny to the doorstep of the Sorcerer Supreme.

And, unsurprisingly, he wasn’t home. Again. But Wong was there to open the door for you. And thanks to Rintrah’s endorsement, you were once again allowed to set foot inside of the Sanctum Sanctorum. The only stipulation was that Wong was insistent on escorting you and Donny personally. You suspected that the reason for this was Donny’s incessant desire to touch everything and anything that stood out to him in the manor.

This always earned him a slap on the hand from the Asian sorcerer, and a stern glare. He was this close to giving the pumpkin-headed creature a harsh lecture, when Rintrah opened the large door leading to his laboratory.

The room had checkerboard-pattern stone tiles for flooring, and a wide open space for all of Rintrah’s tools. There was only one table, but it was outrageously long, to the point of stretching from one end of the room to the other. There, Rintrah stored an impressive number of grimoires, an assortment of twisty beakers, as well as some other tools and alchemical ingredients that you were having trouble identifying.

“It’s good to see you, Huntsman. You demonstrate great judgment in coming to me with this dilemma as soon as you did. Biological transmutation is a tricky field. And for such a reaction to be naturally occuring, without the use of enchantments or potions…”

The green, bipedal bull proceeded to mutter to himself as he grabbed a number of potions and tomes, and walked further into his lab.

“It’s good to see you too, Rintrah.” you said, smiling at the man from underneath your mask.

“Do you have much experience with this sort of thing? Fairy flowers, I mean.”

Rintrah grunted, which…could have meant any number of things, really. He did it fairly often.

“Sir Strange has allowed me to study the ones that you have given him. From what I’ve learned, the flowers give off a faint illusory aura, and have been very useful in my astral magic studies. In great quantities, they can be made into a concentrated potion, and I do believe that there is some merit in using them to create a poultice-”

“So you’re pretty knowledgeable on the subject.” you concluded.

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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:0rUfvXqO Sun 14 Aug 2022 16:14:29 No.5372691 View View Report

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“However,” Strange continued. “I won’t be telling them anything until I can verify that you truly are a trustworthy individual that knows what they are doing. I’ll need to see your first harvest and examine it before we do any further business.”

You deflated a bit at that, but you weren’t angry. His words were harsh, but they made sense. You’d have to brush up on your botany knowledge and do some tests. Maybe the Morlocks might want to get involved.

Actually…now that you think about it, this might be a good way for them to obtain a steady source of income. So long as they don’t start any trouble, if actual fairies do end up showing up that is, then they should be fine. You’ll just have to give them a quick rundown of the rules on interacting with faeries.

If everything goes right, then you might be able to buy some of their harvest and pass it around to Strange’s buyers. You might be able to corner the market on fairy flowers.

Seeing that you were amenable to the bargain, the Sorcerer Supreme made a beckoning gesture with his hand, and a clump of fairy flowers came flying out of the box and onto the table.

“Excellent. Do let me know how all that goes. But for now,” the tall man said, waving his arms and artfully stretching his fingers into painful-looking positions. “I bid you farewell.”

Just then, the space around him seemed to stretch and warp unnaturally as you were suddenly thrust out of the room! The corners of your vision had begun to blur, and the vision of Doctor Strange seemed to be growing further and further away with each passing second. It was as if you were looking through a giant fisheye camera lens that was zooming out rapidly, showing you where you had been in the Sanctum, retracing your steps exactly. Strange was the focal point of the iris, while everything else seemed strangely out of focus.

With a disorienting whoosh you found yourself standing back outside the Sanctum Sanctorum, in your original positions before you were let in.

You exchanged a confused glance with Cat and checked your watch.

Precisely 12 minutes had passed while you were in there.

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After you got home, you took the flowers from Cat and watched her swing away from the hideout. You stared at the box for a long while after that.

Magic flowers. Yet another angle for you to work in your busy schedule. It could either end up being a solid scheme, or an interesting, but ultimately futile, business venture. But you were getting ahead of yourself. First, you’d have to convince Callisto and the other Morlocks to go along with it.

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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:YhbBs4j9 Tue 09 Aug 2022 20:04:43 No.5367656 View View Report

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“I think it’s about time we paid our resident Sorcerer Supreme a little visit.” you declared.

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Surprisingly, Cat decided to accompany you on your visit to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Hmm. Actually, it wasn’t that surprising. She probably just wanted to see what she could steal without drawing the ire of the most powerful sorcerer on the planet. But then again, she wouldn’t be Felicia if she didn’t try to squeeze at least a little bit of profit out of every potential opportunity.

Upon arriving at the fabled, mystical townhouse known as the Sanctum Sanctorum, you had to admit that you were more than a little disappointed by its appearance. You were expecting something far more dramatic. Like a castle or a floating mansion. This thing was barely three stories tall, and seemed far less opulent than the building that you’d dragged your brother out of when you were attacking the Russian mob.

Cat didn’t look that impressed by it either, but you both knew that looks were often deceiving when it came to magic. With one arm holding the box of fairy flowers close to your hip, you used your other hand to knock on the front door. It wasn’t too hard, or too loud, but just enough to announce your presence.

You waited a few minutes in tense silence…and nothing happened. Feeling a bit annoyed, you knocked again, more insistently this time. And again, nothing.

You started to wonder whether the Doctor was out on some super important wizard business when the front door cracked opened a hair, as if by accident. You resisted the urge to take a step back as the door slowly crept open, exposing the inky blackness permeating the room just beyond it.

You exchanged a wary glance with Cat and risked calling out into the seemingly empty foyer.

“Hello?”

There was no response. Your spider sense wasn’t going off either, so you didn’t feel like you were in any immediate danger.

Steeling your nerves, you fixed your grip on the wooden box and took a step inside. The floor creaked noisily with every move you made, which only added to the eerie atmosphere of the dimly lit sanctum. Cat was following right behind you, and you had the distinct feeling that she was casing the room with her night-vision goggles.

While you didn’t have her gear, your night vision had gotten significantly better as a result of your mutation. You noticed immediately that the house was far bigger on the inside than you were initially led to believe. It looked far older than, say, Madame Web’s mansion, but it was unnaturally clean. You didn’t see a speck of dust floating through the air near the windows where moonlight rays beamed through the glass or caked onto the furniture. Perhaps Strange had a cleaning spell at work here.

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