1965-01-30 - Maybe Use Less Windex
Summary: Maybe using Windex will keep winged beings from bouncing off the windows of the Sanctum?
Related: None
Theme Song: None
suriel strange reno 


A break in the dreary weather is a chance to do yardwork and various types of upkeep about the Sanctum. Mundane folk would probably have a ladder — not the good Doctor. A certain Cloak, undulating with all the laze of silk underwater, hangs from his shoulders and allows him, in turn, to hover before the stained-glass and stylized Eye of Agamotto. Showcased at the top of the foyer's grand staircase from the inside, it's the outside that needs a once-over. It recently was privy to impact by archangel and Strange squints at the panes of colored glass and wrought metal holding them in place.

"I don't see anything right now…" he muses quietly to himself, arms folded against the usual winter chill. He's sporting his Master-blues, the battle-leathers he wears when on the job, and having just come home from one, he's had no chance to change. "Nothing a little bonding charm won't fix anyways, if I do find something." It's an off-hand comment to the crimson relic, which flutters its collars against his cheeks lightly in agreement.

High above, a small and dark speck slowly circles. A bird? Like as not, albeit a very curious one.

*

"That," calls a voice from below, "Is a /fascinating/ window!" It's a lovely voice, rich and honeyed, like warm, plush velvet in vocal form. Its owner, on the ground whilst Strange is aloft, looks like a shining youth, his pale blond hair shimering in the sun. He looks, well, downright angelic!

What is it with angels and that window, anyway?

Suriel doesn't seem perturbed by the Sorcerer Supreme's airborne antics— no, he looks like he might just fly up there himself… hopefully not to try to fly into it, too.

*

Despite having his nose about a centimeter away from the glass and sporting a moue of extreme concentration, Strange does attend upon the sudden voice. Spinning about quickly enough that the Cloak enfolds his legs for all of a passing second, he then considers the young man on the grounds of the Sanctum below.

"Thank you," he replies, his words in professionally-modulated baritone drifting down from his height. "It certainly has history." A pause and his eyes narrow the slightest. "Do you need assistance then? I have no listed appointments for today…"

*

"No. I've been away for a few years, and I'm stopping by to pay my respects." And perhaps satiate Suriel's curiosity. Like many angels, especially those on the lam, he has a habit of popping up around… interesting things.

He waves up at the circling bird: familiarity? Or just acknowledging another avian lurker? "I'm no sorcerer anymore, but some magical symbols still jump out at you, you know?"

*

"Absolutely," the Sorcerer agrees in a mildly pensive manner in regards to the symbolism of the window itself. The front of the Sanctum sports the Anomaly Rue, after all. He descends from before the window and lands on the cold-stunted grass of the lawn with nary a sound. "Paying respects, however? In what manner - and to whom, exactly?"

As he looks the young man over once more, he does begin to get the suspicion that he's seen this…dare it be called an archetype before, albeit in a different variation of it. He doesn't blink the Sight over his eyes just yet on a suspicion that being momentarily blinded isn't worth the chance.

*

"Well," reasons Suriel, "I met someone named Reno recently, and he's been dealing with some pretty rough stuff, and I've been worried about him. Thing is, he said he had a salon, but I haven't found his salon yet, so I wondered, 'Where's a nice bird like that going to hang out?' So I decided to wander around until I saw something that a bird who might like something shiny might like, and of course then I saw your window…"

Suriel's kind of a bird, right? And his kind just sort of seem magnetically attracted to the thing. "And look, there he is!"

*

Reno circled around, not dropping any eaves like a Gamgee or anything. It's no lie. He did come short into crashing into the second floor window trying to stop on the ledge because it's hard to see around the bagel, but caught himself this time, and flapped down to teh yard behind setting his prize down triumphantly. Tail fleathers twitched once to get the fluff of snow off his butt. There. NOW… he can proceed to look sort of dignified. Ahem.

*

Dark brows flick high before settling again. "Oh, Reno. Yes, I know the — "

And the very crow in question appears as if summoned by the mere mention of his name? Magic? Circumstance? Who knows. Strange glances to the window and then from bird to the blond. "Well…I'd say speak of the devil, but you're no devil, sir crow." The dark bird gets a wry grin. "It turns out that this young man was just looking for you, as a matter of fact." His blue eyes flick back to aforementioned young man. "I didn't get your name, actually. Doctor Strange, I live here." He thumbs briefly back over his shoulder towards the Sanctum.

*

Suriel's flash of a smile is brief and radiant, like the sun uncovered and then covered, and he mimes tipping a hat. A little old-fashioned for a longhaired guy in leather and jeans, but he's seen all sorts of times. "Suriel. Former Archangel, you'll find me in the usual books under the usual aliases. And—" and he looks past Strange to the Sanctum, "I know. Really, I thought it might be best to say hello in any case. You protect this place from great things, and I tend to the least among us, and between you and I and so many others, we make this place bearable."

*

Reno was summoned by all sorts of strange things: magic, Loki, need, the passing of a soul in distress, shiny shit,bagels… Today it was bagels. At the compliment Reno bowed his feathered head, wings stretching out looking a bit formal. He blinked and listened for now tilting his head witht hat intelligent look birds have until they open their beak. That usually ruins the image and if you need convincing find any seagull. They really are the bro-brahs of the bird world. "And hand washing." Say what, Crow? A wing gestured forward to strange, as he invited Suriel to explain, "Tell him about the hand washing and bird baths." Hey, Reno was proud of others for their accomplishments. A ctaloned foot went onto teh bagel clamping down while he pecked at it with his beak.

*

A slow and formal nod follows Suriel's introduction. The Sorcerer glances up at the window again. A tug at the corner of his lips betrays a smile of bemusement; who knew that this particular window held such attraction to the heavenly host?

"Nice to meet you then, Suriel." He looks back at the angel again, glad for having foregone a peek via the Sight. "It's good to know that I'm not alone in my mantle."

Reno pipes up and Strange glances down at the crow. "Hand washing?"

*

"Don't worry about it." Suriel waves both hands dismissively. "And it's a pleasure." He is safely dim, no blazing light to just the casual glance, all of that locked down behind the semblance of normalcy— well, as much of a semblance as he can manage. "And how is our friend Reno today? No horrible excursions with Loki?"

*

The crow shrugged wings in lieu of shoulders. He didn't have it as bad as ferrets though. Those guys had it rough in the shoulder department. "Eh, not … too bad. Had to give someone bad news. They just dunno it yet. Ya know, that ain't ever fun, but, worse if they don't get the heads up." His beak tilted down bagelward thoughtfully, "Not a fan of avoidable regrets. Except for asking Felicia Martinez to prom in teh 11th grade. Man, that didn't pan out, but it was nice when she said ya know, I shoulda said yes. We talk sometimes. She's doin okay." Because when you ask mediums how they are one need prepare to hear about everyone's business. "How you guys? I in trouble?" He paused looking to each of them before rememebring something and looking to Strange. "Hey you know how you said sometime like for helping you out with that thing we're totally not talking about right now? That thing in that place that time?" He blinked, "Can you get me a book?"

*

With arms loosely crossed, Strange listens to the crow expound. The Cloak's collar wiggles next to his neck, a relic fidget of sorts, and then the hem begins to slooooowly reach out towards the crow. It probably wants to boop the long tail feathers.

A soft 'hsst' means that the Sorcerer isn't having any of the relic misbehaving today and the vibrant cloth immediately falls loose again, as if it never contained a moment of animation. He brightens when Reno addresses him directly and then frowns.

"Yes, I do remember the thing in that place that time, and no, you're not in trouble. At least, not that I'm aware of." Shifting his weight from one boot to another is proof that he is well-bonded to his relic; so much fidgeting, both of them. "I have a good number of books and an equal good number are not for public review. I can't promise you anything until I know more about the reasoning for your request, Reno."

*

To Be Continued.

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