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<td valign="top">[[Image: MoA Steven.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Stephen Strange]]''' ''Trapped in [[The Danger Room Paradox|a Harry Potter simulated universe]], [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4051870.html Stephen gets to indulge his inner Harry Potter].''
  
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The teenager snapped a jaunty salute at the woman, an outward show of bravado he wasn't quite sure he felt inside. Everything about this world seemed real, and so if that was true then the man waiting for him on the other side wasn't a walkover, but then it wouldn't be fun if he was now would it?
  
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Stephen found his eyes drifting down to the liquid in his hand, swirling the bottle thoughtfully as the liquid caught the light. Lifting the bottle to his lips the teenager took a deep breath and shuddered as he took a sip...and then took a deep gulp. To be fair, it didn't taste half as bad as he'd feared it might. In fact, he felt all tingly. Grasping his wand in one hand the mage took one, two steps forward before throwing himself at the flames, staggering through it to wave at the man waiting on the other side. "Hi, my name's Stephen and I'm...ouch that's not very nice." He hadn't even finished talking before the man in the turban had sent a spell flying his way, leaving the boy sprawled out on the ground to avoid it.
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"That was mean," as he spoke Stephen replied with a spell of his own, the planks on the floor curling up to wrap around the man's legs as the teenager rolled along the floor to avoid the retaliating spell, bouncing to his feet with a flourish of his wand, a rope of fire lashing out at Quirrel who deflected the attack into the ground. "Ha, touche, but can you do this." As he spoke the boy flicked his wand, a red spell from Quirrel dying against a wall off wooden planks.
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"I say, that's no way to treat a teacher. I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." "Oh, just shut up and kill the boy." The second voice seemed to come from the back of the man's head, as he flicked his wand a green spell flying out shattering the wall, sending Stephen dancing for cover, flicking his wand at the splinters to send them flying at Quirrel. "Hey! No killing spells, that's not cricket...I've always wanted to say that."
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"The chosssssen one," hissed a sibilant voice from the back of Quirrel's head - the remnants of Voldemort. "I value bravery - but not foolishness. Save your own life...and join me..." Finally, though, Quirrel's head turned enough so that the parasitic wizard attached to him could see Stephen. "You...you are not Potter...and yet, there is something about you. You are still chosen - marked for greatness." As another spell flashed across the room, his face twisted and he cursed shrilly. "Kill them. KILL THEM ALL, YOU IMBECILE!"
 
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Latest revision as of 20:22, 3 February 2019

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Moment of Awesome - Stephen Strange Trapped in a Harry Potter simulated universe, Stephen gets to indulge his inner Harry Potter.

The teenager snapped a jaunty salute at the woman, an outward show of bravado he wasn't quite sure he felt inside. Everything about this world seemed real, and so if that was true then the man waiting for him on the other side wasn't a walkover, but then it wouldn't be fun if he was now would it?

Stephen found his eyes drifting down to the liquid in his hand, swirling the bottle thoughtfully as the liquid caught the light. Lifting the bottle to his lips the teenager took a deep breath and shuddered as he took a sip...and then took a deep gulp. To be fair, it didn't taste half as bad as he'd feared it might. In fact, he felt all tingly. Grasping his wand in one hand the mage took one, two steps forward before throwing himself at the flames, staggering through it to wave at the man waiting on the other side. "Hi, my name's Stephen and I'm...ouch that's not very nice." He hadn't even finished talking before the man in the turban had sent a spell flying his way, leaving the boy sprawled out on the ground to avoid it.

"That was mean," as he spoke Stephen replied with a spell of his own, the planks on the floor curling up to wrap around the man's legs as the teenager rolled along the floor to avoid the retaliating spell, bouncing to his feet with a flourish of his wand, a rope of fire lashing out at Quirrel who deflected the attack into the ground. "Ha, touche, but can you do this." As he spoke the boy flicked his wand, a red spell from Quirrel dying against a wall off wooden planks.

"I say, that's no way to treat a teacher. I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." "Oh, just shut up and kill the boy." The second voice seemed to come from the back of the man's head, as he flicked his wand a green spell flying out shattering the wall, sending Stephen dancing for cover, flicking his wand at the splinters to send them flying at Quirrel. "Hey! No killing spells, that's not cricket...I've always wanted to say that."

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"The chosssssen one," hissed a sibilant voice from the back of Quirrel's head - the remnants of Voldemort. "I value bravery - but not foolishness. Save your own life...and join me..." Finally, though, Quirrel's head turned enough so that the parasitic wizard attached to him could see Stephen. "You...you are not Potter...and yet, there is something about you. You are still chosen - marked for greatness." As another spell flashed across the room, his face twisted and he cursed shrilly. "Kill them. KILL THEM ALL, YOU IMBECILE!"