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Hopper says he's got a shift Saturday, but you're welcome whenever!
you're teaching me to get better at moving through other upside downs. there's always trouble.
[She's still learning, but the last few times she did anything with her abilities, bad things happen or more bad things come. She also doesn't have the terminology he has. Other dimensions are just other Upside Downs, worlds that exist in tandem to ours.
Plus since when is there not trouble popping up?]
[She's still learning, but the last few times she did anything with her abilities, bad things happen or more bad things come. She also doesn't have the terminology he has. Other dimensions are just other Upside Downs, worlds that exist in tandem to ours.
Plus since when is there not trouble popping up?]
I do. I don't trust what's on the other side. No one else can get hurt. Not any more.
and I have you now, too. [She hasn't had that. Hopper and Mike and the others are good fighters and they're smart, and she can handle things on her own, but having someone that knows, that is really good, too. It helps.
She doesn't need to be afraid if she has back up. She can learn to grow into her abilities.]
She doesn't need to be afraid if she has back up. She can learn to grow into her abilities.]
[ Before he can stop himself from doing it, Stephen smiles. ]
And I have you. That's a formidable army if I ever knew one.
I'll be there this weekend, but if anything comes up before then, you know you can always call.
Whether with your phone or your mind.
And I have you. That's a formidable army if I ever knew one.
I'll be there this weekend, but if anything comes up before then, you know you can always call.
Whether with your phone or your mind.
[ In the Sanctum, it's easy to conjure tea, which Stephen does without even a wave of his hands. The tea is in a cup made of a bamboo segment, and warm like it'd been newly poured and left a few seconds to bring it down from burning temperature.
The cup floats a few inches away from Mantis' fingers so she can reach it easily, like an offering. Stephen doesn't look up from his book, but feels a smile threaten to break onto his mouth. ]
Let me know if it tastes okay.
The cup floats a few inches away from Mantis' fingers so she can reach it easily, like an offering. Stephen doesn't look up from his book, but feels a smile threaten to break onto his mouth. ]
Let me know if it tastes okay.
Not at first.
[ Seeing Mantis hesitate to touch the ends of the Mirror Dimension brings a small smile to Stephen's face, and he reaches his own hand out to push hers forward all the way. The glass-like material shimmers, the light seeming to bubble like water in a kettle, and Stephen's fingers slip away to let Mantis explore the rest on her own time. ]
But as the spells I learned became more complex, more... reality-breaking, my master taught me how to come here. [ There's a brief swell of grief at the memory of the Ancient One and how Stephen failed to mourn her properly, but he pushes the thought away as his hands link behind his back. ] And now I come here a lot.
[ His right wrist draws a circle in the air, making it so his face-down palm ends up face-up, and he curls all his fingers in towards his shaking palm: one by one, from his pinky to his thumb. When he turns his wrist back the way it came, a small pattern pops up on the skin of his hand for just a moment before a flamethrower in what he presumes is the perfect size for Mantis' frame appears in mid-air. ]
This was made in the Mirror Dimension, so it isn't real. [ One hand behind his back, he holds his free arm up and pushes it outward to move the floating thing towards where Mantis is standing. ] But it should work the same way for all intents and purposes. The only difference is the flames won't hurt.
[ Seeing Mantis hesitate to touch the ends of the Mirror Dimension brings a small smile to Stephen's face, and he reaches his own hand out to push hers forward all the way. The glass-like material shimmers, the light seeming to bubble like water in a kettle, and Stephen's fingers slip away to let Mantis explore the rest on her own time. ]
But as the spells I learned became more complex, more... reality-breaking, my master taught me how to come here. [ There's a brief swell of grief at the memory of the Ancient One and how Stephen failed to mourn her properly, but he pushes the thought away as his hands link behind his back. ] And now I come here a lot.
[ His right wrist draws a circle in the air, making it so his face-down palm ends up face-up, and he curls all his fingers in towards his shaking palm: one by one, from his pinky to his thumb. When he turns his wrist back the way it came, a small pattern pops up on the skin of his hand for just a moment before a flamethrower in what he presumes is the perfect size for Mantis' frame appears in mid-air. ]
This was made in the Mirror Dimension, so it isn't real. [ One hand behind his back, he holds his free arm up and pushes it outward to move the floating thing towards where Mantis is standing. ] But it should work the same way for all intents and purposes. The only difference is the flames won't hurt.
[ she reaches for it carefully, wrapping her hands around the bamboo and letting the warmth seep through her fingers. smelling the mint is enough to wake her up a little more, and the steam does much in soothing her mild headache. it's much nicer than an itchy baby blanket, for sure. ]
Oh, [ it comes out a little like a squeak, making the mistake of taking too fast of a sip. she understands now, the face groot makes whenever he drinks his soup too quickly so he can go back to his video game. ] It tastes okay.
[ she's sitting close enough to him that she see what he's reading, though she doubts she can actually understand the language. she does feel a little like she's imposing, as she often does with people outside of the guardians; social interactions are still a little tricky for her, much less one right after waking up from a night she doesn't really remember too much about. ]
Thank you for letting me stay.
Oh, [ it comes out a little like a squeak, making the mistake of taking too fast of a sip. she understands now, the face groot makes whenever he drinks his soup too quickly so he can go back to his video game. ] It tastes okay.
[ she's sitting close enough to him that she see what he's reading, though she doubts she can actually understand the language. she does feel a little like she's imposing, as she often does with people outside of the guardians; social interactions are still a little tricky for her, much less one right after waking up from a night she doesn't really remember too much about. ]
Thank you for letting me stay.
Large Red Riding Hood?
[ He laughs out loud, because it's absolutely an arrogant thing to say, but the self-awareness softens it enough to make it kind of...cute? Yeah, a little cute.
But Stephen makes a good case for himself, and Matt is already inclined to give him the job. ]
You're not wrong about that. And it's even harder to find braille editions of most of the material I need.
[ Cocking his head, he doesn't hide his surprise at Stephen's familiarity with writings generated outside his own department. ] Is it a hobby of yours to read the dissertations produced by other departments, or did you just read up in hopes of impressing me?
But Stephen makes a good case for himself, and Matt is already inclined to give him the job. ]
You're not wrong about that. And it's even harder to find braille editions of most of the material I need.
[ Cocking his head, he doesn't hide his surprise at Stephen's familiarity with writings generated outside his own department. ] Is it a hobby of yours to read the dissertations produced by other departments, or did you just read up in hopes of impressing me?
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