(Abby chuckles under her breath.) Bet he loved that.
(She misses him, but knows better than to say so — there were people who didn't react well to hearing anything kind about Loki, Stark included among them. It's something that only made Abby feel closer to him, really.
Instead she says,) It's crazy how different our worlds are. We both came from Earth but your one had — gods and sorcerers and magic, and lava everywhere—
( He’s already getting ready to volley back about the fungal zombies, but then record-scratches before he can get there, coming to a screeching perplexed halt because wait what. )
In the silence that follows she makes a little sound on the other end, a kind of confusion. Why's he being weird about it.) I thought you said something about it being everywhere.
( The man’s got a photographic memory, but this instance had not even registered, and he can’t dredge it up when he tries. It had been an offhand joke. Stephen Strange makes a lot of dumb offhand jokes.
So there’s a very long confused pause. Dead air, empty noise, before he finally continues haltingly: )
( Weird to think that it was over two years ago now. He has to cast his mind back, remembering the details of that particular world; he’d mostly stayed close to camp, near-useless without his magic, hadn’t been able to join that mission to the Rat King. )
The Scars. That was the weird cult with the facial scarification, right?
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(She misses him, but knows better than to say so — there were people who didn't react well to hearing anything kind about Loki, Stark included among them. It's something that only made Abby feel closer to him, really.
Instead she says,) It's crazy how different our worlds are. We both came from Earth but your one had — gods and sorcerers and magic, and lava everywhere—
(Like, slow down.)
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… Lava everywhere?
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In the silence that follows she makes a little sound on the other end, a kind of confusion. Why's he being weird about it.) I thought you said something about it being everywhere.
(maybe it was somebody else??)
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So there’s a very long confused pause. Dead air, empty noise, before he finally continues haltingly: )
I mean, it’s in… volcanoes…
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She struggles for a moment longer in silence before tossing something else out there, anything.)
... Did you have Mount Rainier?
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Your Seattle looked very similar to what I knew, besides— well, the obvious. Same landmarks and all, the Space Needle, etc.
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(It was pretty cool though...)
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The Scars. That was the weird cult with the facial scarification, right?
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And then I made friends with some of them and turns out they don't like being called that.
(It's just a descriptor, really — but that's not the point. It's the tone of voice.)
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