He’s lost at sea trying to figure out how to explain that hygiene isn’t a belief, but Edgard moves so smoothly on that Strange just has to roll with it, spiraling. He takes his own deep breath, making a mental note to try to circle back afterward. “Whatever can be expressed on a sliding, increasing scale. Looking vaguely uncomfortable, wincing, looking progressively more upset, crying? It can be cartoonish. I expect it to be cartoonish, frankly, as long as it gets the point across.”
Stephen Strange’s expression does something indescribable then, at witnessing something indescribable.
He finds himself involuntarily rising out of his seat and drifting closer to the sign and the canvas, staring agog as he takes in all the details, the red dripping down the drawing. Is it decapitated? Yes, the stick figure is decapitated.
“Um,” he says, then stops. His bedside manner isn’t gracious enough for this. He has not been trained for this. “You’ve got the… spirit,” he adds, before petering out again at a complete loss.
He’s still staring at it in solemn contemplative silence for a little too long, brow furrowed.
“Oh, no, it’s,” Strange hesitates, “it’s very good. I’ll probably have Ellie take her own crack at the handwashing thing, I expect she might have seen some similar signs so she’ll know what I’m after, but your scale is… it’s…”
He finally admits defeat. Hell, it’s better than what he’d be able to do, so— Now standing as close as he is, the Head Healer just picks up the stiff canvas and moves it over atop a cabinet, propping it against the wall as a preview of what it might look like mounted.
“Yes. See? Very good. Excellent job. We’ll get that mounted properly and put up for the healers’ use and reference. Thank you, Edgard.”
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"'s against my beliefs. What is good for you may not be good for everyone."
He moves on.
"The second--what sort of injury do you want them to have?"
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He’s lost at sea trying to figure out how to explain that hygiene isn’t a belief, but Edgard moves so smoothly on that Strange just has to roll with it, spiraling. He takes his own deep breath, making a mental note to try to circle back afterward. “Whatever can be expressed on a sliding, increasing scale. Looking vaguely uncomfortable, wincing, looking progressively more upset, crying? It can be cartoonish. I expect it to be cartoonish, frankly, as long as it gets the point across.”
1/3 stay tuned for great art
"I can get this done shortly. Stay right here."
2/3
"Wasn't going to do your first request, but don't like to say no to someone who appreciates art."
He shows him a sign he made:
"Don't say anything yet. Just...experience it. I will bring you the next one and it's...really good." He runs off to go fetch it.
3/3 CW for a picture of comedic violence??
Edgard exhales and puts a huge smile on his face. He turns to Strange, expecting only the happiest of customers.
this thread is everything
He finds himself involuntarily rising out of his seat and drifting closer to the sign and the canvas, staring agog as he takes in all the details, the red dripping down the drawing. Is it decapitated? Yes, the stick figure is decapitated.
“Um,” he says, then stops. His bedside manner isn’t gracious enough for this. He has not been trained for this. “You’ve got the… spirit,” he adds, before petering out again at a complete loss.
He’s still staring at it in solemn contemplative silence for a little too long, brow furrowed.
not a demon, just a sweet boy
There is a long pause.
"You don't like it?"
He worked very hard on it, Strange.
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He finally admits defeat. Hell, it’s better than what he’d be able to do, so— Now standing as close as he is, the Head Healer just picks up the stiff canvas and moves it over atop a cabinet, propping it against the wall as a preview of what it might look like mounted.
“Yes. See? Very good. Excellent job. We’ll get that mounted properly and put up for the healers’ use and reference. Thank you, Edgard.”
( It’s on the wiki now. That means it’s official™. )