ⲓⲛⲃⲟⲭ: ⲁⲣⲟⲥⲁ𝓵ⲩⲣ𝛓ⲉ ⲏⲟⲱ

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𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 | 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 | 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 | 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕝 | 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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[retisense]

Hey man. It's Abby. We met in a bathroom.

How you holding up? Settling in okay?

un: strange

[sorser]

[Sometimes, just sometimes, he’s given reason to worry about the people he’s stumbled across in this world. Maybe it’s the second nature of a doctor reformed, or a sorcerer whose job essentially revolves around concern for the state of the universe. Either way, a message in the middle of the evening—]

Is this Jack? This is Stephen Strange, the man with the cloak.

[That should help.]

un: strange, beginning of December?? Time isn’t real

[sorser]

Jack, do you have a minute? I have your MRI results.

text/action; ITS BRO TIME backdated to fanservice event

[murderology]

HEY JACKHAMMER GUESS WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO?

[ Quicker than Jack can send a message back asking "wtf", Jerry is already busting into their shared room with a sense of urgency — which is how he always enters the room, regardless if there even is an emergency or not. ]

Go on, guess!

[ Hanging off his shoulder is a strap, and attached to that strap is a sword. Yes, he did indeed manage to get one. Except...this one looks almost...homemade. Definitely far better than his sheet metal contraption, but part of the hilt and cross guard seems to have some buttons and switches. But that's not the important part! The important part is that Jerry has a sword ready which usually means shit is probably possibly going to go down.]