( catch-all ) can we just start over

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WHO: Stephen Strange & Various
WHAT: Post-canon update shenanigans and other things.
WHEN: Throughout the month of August.
WHERE: Thorne & the Horizon

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[ordinar]

[As Stephen mutters and flips pages, Wilhelm is left to assemble all these random puzzle pieces he leaves lying around. The reference to "a nice little group of us" reminds him of someone he'd brain-texted once, who had said something to the same effect. What was that guy's name again? The main thing he took away from their conversation was that the guy did not, in fact, have a husband as previously alleged. And that he, Wilhelm, maybe shouldn't talk to people in general.

Anyway.]

The multiverse? [It's not disbelief, given the indisputable evidence that he's been yanked away to a whole other world. But he has to make sure he heard right anyway.] What are you, like...defenders of the Earth or something?

[It's all starting to sound very...superheroic. He's seen what he suspects is a fraction of Stephen's power, and he'd been plunged headfirst, eyes wide open into Wanda's.]

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[Sorry if you had to deal with their little dysfunctional superhero family before now, Wilhelm.

He actually laughs at that comment, finding something both sincerely funny and ironic about it. The pages stop flipping, opening to an unintentional spot; it actually stilts his focus for a good second or two. Looking at the young man directly-]

Something like that. Some of us formed a group called the Avengers. It's been disbanded since then. [But the superhero tendencies still exist, alive and well.] I was never a part of that team, but I'm a sorcerer for Kamar-Taj. It's my job to defend the Earth from magical threats if they ever come knocking at the universal, or multiversal, door.

[So yes, the multiverse.]

So, our paths cross.

[ordinar]

[Wilhelm isn't sure how to take the burst of laughter or the sudden shifting of Stephen's attention to him. At least the explanation that follows absolves him of the worry that he's said something stupid. Then...he's clearly impressed, but that awe is tempered by something with more weight. Because although the whole concept of defending the world from interdimensional peril is unquestionably cool, he can't help but think...]

That's a lot of pressure for one person.

[Which he knows something about, but not on such an amplified scale.]

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[Yeah, it sure is.]

The burden's shared. Mostly.

[He had Wong back home, actual Sorcerer Supreme. He had the support of the other Sanctums, the loyalty of their students, the magical strength of all of them combined to take on any problem thrown their way. But even then, there are days where he feels wrung dry, where he wishes he could just nap for a hundred years and then maybe he'd wake up and the to-do-list might have shrunk in the interim.]

It isn't easy, and I didn't want it at first. But I can't imagine myself doing anything else now.

[He pauses, then returns back to his book, finally flipping to the right page.]

Well, back on Earth. In Abraxas- [Flips said tome around to face Wilhelm.] We're going to review our last lesson. For my sake as much as yours. Sound good?