A magician? [Oh no.] And a mercenary? [Stop.] Really?
[Well this changes everything. Medic had no idea he was in the company of a professional. In all his years of working abroad, he's never met a fellow merc lucky enough to be proficient in magic. It's sad to think back on how devoid his life was of such joy, practically colorless, until he met Soldier and his horribly put upon wizard roommate, so he'd like to consider any and all enthusiasm for the dark arts as being his way of making up for lost time. As you would.
He slides over a bit closer to Strange and leans forward, talking a mile a minute, hands behind his back like a child trying to balance some veneer of politeness with boundless eagerness.]
How novel! But, ah— I can see what you mean. [His finger stops a few inches short of one of Strange's eyes.] Is it real glass or organic? I imagine it functions similarly to those one-way mirrors police tend to use, but these... [His finger darts down to point at the scales marring his neck.] I confess, if there is a theme to be found here, I'm not quite certain what it is. Unless the point is to terrify your enemies, in which case— [He chuckles warmly, flashing teeth.] —A fantastic effort! Eminent in your field, I should hope.
—Oh! [His smile slips into a frown briefly and he mumbles something — "Manners!" — before drawing back and straightening up.] My apologies. My name is Medic, TF Industries. Tell me more about this company you work for, bitte.
[Just a couple of cool dudes talking shop in a faerie forest. A normal day.]
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[Well this changes everything. Medic had no idea he was in the company of a professional. In all his years of working abroad, he's never met a fellow merc lucky enough to be proficient in magic. It's sad to think back on how devoid his life was of such joy, practically colorless, until he met Soldier and his horribly put upon wizard roommate, so he'd like to consider any and all enthusiasm for the dark arts as being his way of making up for lost time. As you would.
He slides over a bit closer to Strange and leans forward, talking a mile a minute, hands behind his back like a child trying to balance some veneer of politeness with boundless eagerness.]
How novel! But, ah— I can see what you mean. [His finger stops a few inches short of one of Strange's eyes.] Is it real glass or organic? I imagine it functions similarly to those one-way mirrors police tend to use, but these... [His finger darts down to point at the scales marring his neck.] I confess, if there is a theme to be found here, I'm not quite certain what it is. Unless the point is to terrify your enemies, in which case— [He chuckles warmly, flashing teeth.] —A fantastic effort! Eminent in your field, I should hope.
—Oh! [His smile slips into a frown briefly and he mumbles something — "Manners!" — before drawing back and straightening up.] My apologies. My name is Medic, TF Industries. Tell me more about this company you work for, bitte.
[Just a couple of cool dudes talking shop in a faerie forest. A normal day.]