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 A Dance of Daggers, Tag: Clea

Stephen Strange

Doctor Strange
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26 years old
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Sep 25 2017, 07:21 PM
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There was something about a masquerade ball. The intrigue. The...no, in retrospect, that was really about all there was to it. The masks were just to hide the true intent, and Stephen Strange was detecting a very large amount of the hiding of true intent. It wasn't magical, at least not so far as he could tell, but something about it just rubbed him the wrong way. Something was rotten about this, and he was determined to find out just what it was.

Besides. He couldn't remember the last time he and Clea had gone out that didn't involve fighting some cosmic monstrosity.

Of course, this was technically still some sort of monstrosity. He was almost certain. Stephen told himself that as he fixed the adjustment of his bowtie...and then, realizing fine motor functions were needed for such a thing, he twisted his fingers in the appropriate motions...and the tie fixed itself.

"Clea?" He called out to the adjoining room where he knew Clea was preparing. "We're going to be late!" He said, picking up the domino mask that served as a nice contrast to the black threads of his suit. He walked over, knocking on the door. "Clea? Darling?" He called again.

Clea

Clea
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Oct 1 2017, 07:35 PM
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espite what Stephen believed, Clea was actually very social for what she was. Magic. In its rawest most pure form. Her life in the Dark Dimension ended, her existence saved by the man who was teaching her all about her untapped abilities. It was with Nico that she ventured out with, curious about a world she was never allowed to see when she was just a young being. Nico was better equipped than Clea to explore the world outside the Sanctum. Even Wong would say that the silver haired sorceress was out of place in the world. It was her knack to pay for things in rubies and diamonds that had tipped off the rest of the world. But for Stephen to want to venture out with her? Well, that was something different. She had never been to one of these fancy special occasions that she had seen about on the television screen. Men and women brought their best attire to the floor, along with the most vibrant hues of gowns and lip colors. Make up it was called. Clea wasn't familiar with the idea. Humans actually painted their faces with dyes and liquids to make their features different? Shocking.

Staring at the mirror, she wondered if it would best suit her to sport striking red lips? Perhaps a lighter more modest color... A nude pink perhaps... It was Nico's recommendation of a blush pink that had won her over. Nico knew more about human beauty than she did. The rest was easy after that thanks to the girl she had come to think of as a daughter. For the longest time, she stood in the mirror, admiring the look that had been presented upon her. Never in her wildest fantasies would she have believed that she was going to end up at a human event such as this, dressed in fine human attire.

The knock on the door captured her attention away from the reflective surface she'd been absorbed in for hours now. With a flick of her wrist, the door opened, Stephen's presence standing in the frame. Her kind eyes lit up with warmth each time she laid eyes on him, this time, that heart of hers pattering quickly inside a human chest. "I do hope I am wearing this properly." It was a deep fear that she would go to this event with him looking like a child playing dress up in a gown and makeup she had no business with. Clea's silver locks were tightly bound in a classic updo, pinned back with clips of shimmering pearls and crystals, the iridescent stones complimenting her pale hair and skin tone. Her **gown**gown was fitting for her, skirt flaring out, yet snug at her waist. For Clea, it looked like the dress was made for her. Picking up her skirt, she walked over to him, standing at the door and looking herself over. "Will I make a decent attempt to pull this off?" She smiled to him, hoping for his honest opinion. If the dress looked bad to him, she'd change, plain and simple. This was a night to Stephen too. And the last thing she wanted was to make a fool of him with his high prestige in New York society.

Stephen Strange

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Oct 11 2017, 03:29 PM
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He knew well that this was something that needed to be done. Clea needed to be able to go out, to better acclimate to the world. So much that she wouldn't be paying for pizzas with sapphires (which Wong still had no idea where she'd gotten them from to begin with) and other interesting quirks like that. Social, yes, but lacking the full understanding of how humans...were human, really. It was understandable. Clea was a being of pure magic, born of two incredibly ancient and powerful bloodlines within the Dark Dimension. It was natural that she wouldn't pick up the subtle nuances of beings whose entire existence was, to her, as long as a child's breath. It would take practice, but she was already learning. And he would, of course, be more than willing to help.

But his mind was still...uneasy. Something about this night did not sit right with him. Even as he encouraged and mentored and did his best to show Clea a good time, he would have to be on high alert. A masquerade ball just meant those in hiding could be doing so in plain sight, planning whatever evils they might inflict upon the world. Whether magical or not, the Sorcerer Supreme would be there to answer the call.

He was broken from his reverie when the door opened seemingly of its own accord, only the vaguest hint of magic wafting through his nostrils. But the scent of magic was pushed away by the sight his eyes met in that moment. She looked...there was no word for her. "Perfect" seemed sorely inadequate to describe her in that moment. The tousled hair, her make up done immaculately, and the dress as if it had been made to accentuate her curvature to perfection. "...by the Hoary Hosts..." He breathed, awed at the sight for a brief moment, as he oft found himself awed by his captivating companion.

"You look marvelous." Stephen said, giving her a smile and offering his arm to her. "And I would be honored to have you on my arm for the evening. Shall we?" He asked.

Clea

Clea
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Nov 13 2017, 12:21 PM
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lea hadn't been nervous like this even when her Uncle declared that he would put an end to her existence. In that moment, she had been ready to depart the world, to vanish from life, and to wither into nothing if it meant she no longer was required to endure such persecution. In Stephen's world, there was no pain. There had only been companionship and love of many kinds. Nico was a girl that Clea was growing quite fond of and rather protective over. Perhaps it was the fact that Clea had felt just as vulnerable when she was younger and knew of no magic, still an eager student. Regardless, the bond between the woman and young girl grew by day, a flower that blossomed before Stephen and Wong's eyes.

And now? Her breath was shaky as she looked at herself in the mirror. In moments, she would be presented to the world without explanation of who she really was. They would not understand her mannerisms and her lack of knowledge to human ways or culture. Stephen would be the only eyes she had that evening. And she trusted those eyes with all of her heart.

"Stephen." She smiled, a blush rippling over her porcelain cheeks as she watched him. "You are staring at me. I have not seen this look on you, ever." The first moment he had seen her was an understatement to the way his eyes graced upon her form at this moment. It only made her nervous for the event they were about to attend. Clea would be presented so well and what if she were to mess up and do something that even Stephen couldn't spin and explain?

Clea's hands delicately smoothed out the skirt of her dress and looked back up at him. "I can get into a different dress if this does not seem adequate." It didn't seem like the dress was the cause of him staring though. His next words had her smiling again in no time, reassuring in tone."I was terrified I would not measure up to your expectations. . . You look dashing, Sorcerer Supreme." Clea graciously approached him and linked her arm around his as she had seen in the movies. "I am gladly yours."

Stephen Strange

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Dec 17 2017, 10:59 AM
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She was beautiful in form, stunning beyond all words. It had been that way when they had first met in the depths of the Dark Dimension, and it was that way now as he saw her even more stunning now. She had cleaned up quite well indeed and, from the look of it, had taken to Earth dress well. It took Clea saying so for him to realize that he had been staring. "Ah, forgive me, Clea..." He said, righting himself once more. For a moment, he had forgotten the seriousness of their mission tonight. And while Clea was the best kind of distraction, that would never do.

He was the Sorcerer Supreme. He had to maintain his focus.

And, of course, Clea was not some shiny bauble to be admired. She was a woman, and a powerful sorcerer in her own right. The perfect partner he would need for this mission.

"No, no. It's a lovely dress! You look marvelous!" Stephen did his best to reassure her. He was glad to see his words had worked when she took his arm. With his other arm, his waved it, creating a tear in the fabric of reality that became a portal. Soon, they appeared in an alley not far off from their destination, out of the sight of prying eyes. Even with the beautiful woman on his arm, Stephen's mind was already at work. Any sight...any feeling...that didn't belong, he was looking for. Already, the party was gathering together.

"As we do not know what it is exactly that we are looking for, be ready for anything." Stephen reminded his lover and apprentice, his eyes and senses at work as they approached their destination.

Clea

Clea
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Dec 29 2017, 05:26 PM
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he recent destruction in Cairo, the lack of knowledge of what or who had caused it had been cause for worry, cause for much concern. The creature was not familiar to her, a woman from another realm so she was certain Dormammu had nothing to do with it. If he had, she could at least give some knowledge on how to handle it. Guilt weighed on those pale shoulders, wishing she could have been there to help, to save the many lives her precious Earth Realm suffered.

Suffered. Her new home, her world, the place that allowed her to flourish had been suffering and she could do little to protect it. Her greatest desire was to be a balm to Earth, to sooth and heal the loss and damage it had suffered. Yet here she was, walking into an extravagant event with her teacher and lover. The attempt to ease her conscience fell short and with nothing else to do about it, Clea stood at Stephen's side to remain vigilante on what they were searching for. Influences from all over seemed to mingle into the same room. Avengers, Unity, Hell Fire, among familiar faces she noticed in the news and in movies...

"Do you believe we are looking for a single foe or a group of them?" If only they were simple to identify much like Dormammu. Rather, the room was filled with splashes of color among speckles of black and white, tuxedos mixing in with ball gowns and cocktail dresses of all sorts. In a way, she felt under dressed, some gowns beyond extravagant and laced with precious stones of all colors. One might even say some of the gowns looked gawdy, too complex for her taste. Why drape her body with fine cut jewelry when she could wear a simple gown that would accentuate her pale and young looking skin? Most of all, it was easy to maneuver around in. Summoning magic was rather useless when one was lacking enough mobility to make the proper movements.

Her arm tightened around Stephen's, uncertain of herself. This was the first time she would mingle with people of this realm and as her role, she needed to be convincing that she was someone of importance from Earth. A man approached and extended his hand to Stephen. "Strange! It's been years since I've seen you at one of these things! Where've ya been and who's your lady friend?" The hospital colleague of his turned his attention to the blonde on Stephen's arm.

Clea mimicked the handshake gesture like she had seen on television and smiled politely. Act normal. This is it. Prove yourself. "Please, call me Clea. I, like you, am also from Earth."

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