[Voice Test] Lara and Stephen

[st_ormchaser]

The library was new, since Lara had last been at the Inn. And it was truly fantastic in its variety, literally so; there were books in languages she’d never even seen before! All-new syntax to puzzle out, new patterns of thought... new to her, anyway. Some of the books were quite old.

One such book, on a shelf too high for her to reach conveniently, had words on its spine it was looked intriguingly almost like Mongolian script. Rather than cast about for a stepladder, Lara had simply climbed the shelf, ignoring the just-a-sting-really in her rock-abraded leg. Once she had the book, though, it seemed like a good idea not to jump down. Even if black yoga capris wouldn’t show blood, having to change and maybe explain that she’d reopened wounds because of impatience seemed like a hassle.

So she stayed where she was, considering other ways down that were gentle and wouldn’t force her to abuse the book.

Comments

[st_rangedoctor]

Stephen Strange had had a quiet day, all things considered. Dimensional exploration? Fine. Getting trapped? Less so. Even so, panic was far from his mind when there were no active hostiles, and even when there were. He could never be sure of the latter, but even his magically-attuned cloak had been quiet about all the other entities, and its judgement was never to be doubted. With how quiet it was, it felt like another day with little ado, and his casual attire reflected that. It could be summoned at will, so simply billowing about in his traditional Mystic Arts practitioner robes felt unnecessary.

The library was both the natural choice of exploration and a reprieve in the hotel and its peculiar trappings. The magic was unfamiliar yet extremely simple in concept so as to be a non-entity. Behave, keep quiet--like any other library on earth or otherwise. The Sanctum Sanctorum itself was far more strictly guarded.

With that in mind, it was very curious to see another alleged resident climbing the shelves like a macaque as he passed by. He paused in his casual exploration to watch--by her body language, she was considering a way down, and rather gingerly at that. The way she bore weight and positioned her body was a dead giveaway for someone compensating.

"Care for some...assistance?" He asked, squinting.