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Tony Stark There's a lot of good sandwich shops near 177A Bleecker Street, 'home' (apparent or otherwise) of a one Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. But there's a lot of various hole-in-the-wall eateries all over New York. It's (probably) not fate that the same store frequented by the legendary surgeon for sandwiches has an alteraction start nearby it--

Again. It's New York. People're Walkin' Heah.

When someone shouts 'Fireball!!!', they could be just crazy.

When power wicks off their fingers and combusts, causing a literal ball of fire to form and blast the poor unsuspecting sod off the street, shattering out the windows and causing screaming.

Said person, casting spells straight out of the D&D Core Rules, is dressed as any self-respecting wizard would be: dingy, heavy-on-the-cloth robe, cloak, and peaked hat, and a long walking staff. It's all in an unappealing brown-tan-sackcloth color, and smells kind of like garbage, but again - New York.

Cackling madly, Gandalf the Dumpster clambers over the poor insensate fool he blasted, steals the guy's wallet from a coat pocket, and starts moseying down the road, being given a wide berth from the pedestrians. "Yes! Feel the presence of Magniftor, the Magical!" bellows the smelly 'wizard', before cackling his way down the street. "Flee! Flee in my presence!"

A cop car trundles down the road a few blocks down, locked in traffic and also trying not to set off 'a guy who can apparently throw fireballs around'.
Spider-Man     "Heyyyy, you're not a real magician! A real magician is supposed to get /more/ crowd, not less. Can't you just pull the money out of your ear?" Spider-Man chatters, hanging upside-down with his feet pressed soles-together from a segment of fire-escape as the Wizard moseys his way down the street. "/How/ are you doing that? That looked like a /lot/ of self-contained pressure with a way lower heat. Voice-activated magnetizing gloves with some kind of gas-magnetization packing and shaped charges? Here, let me show you my own spell! I call it 'abra-ca-hold-still-and-stop-hurting-people'."

    He fires a line from his webshooters that'll straddle the road, swiftly blasting out a wider web to hold a position above the man. He's as worried as those policemen are that the fireballs might hit pedestrians! So he makes sure to be above the man, where a fireball has a way lower chance of causing sudden risk, and then leaps into action on the web above, bouncing about to strafe around and blasting chunky blobs of web straight for the wizard's mouth and hands, trying to limit what he assumes is some kind of Bullshit Magic, since this guy sure isn't an Asgardian.

    "Magniftor? It's like you're halfway between wizard-sounding crime names. Magrifter, Maglifter-- If you're going to do wizard crime don't you have a crime-themed wizard-name?" He rambles as he flings the poppy little chunks of stickiness out at the wizard.
Doctor Strange      "/Magniftor?/ Seriously, guy?"

     Hovering several feet in the air is the Sorcerer Supreme, red cloak spread majestically out to either side... and half of a warm meatball sub in his hand. With a flick of his wrist the sub is simply gone. Looking quite annoyed for having to do it at all, Strange nods to the garbage wizard's pilfered prize. "What do you want? Food?" He sniffs at the air, getting a whiff of that dumpster aroma. "Ugh. Okay. Put the wallet back and I'll make a good case for you with the cops. ...y'know. Those cops. That definitely just saw 'Fireball.'" With sn elaborate gesture of his hands, Strange conjures before Magniftor a shimmering, magnified image of the cop car a few blocks over. "Gimme... oone second..." Forefingers on thumbs, both hands drawn across his chest, and the Eye of Agamotto opens. Absent from his simulacrum of the cop car is the temporal double of himself now knocking on the driver side window to warn them of the dumpster wizard.

     "Okay, that's handled," he says, the green runes vanishing from his hands. Spider-Man is met with a nod. "Oh, a celebrity, look at that. You mind reminding me to go visit the cops in about five minutes?" Seems like he's got the same idea as Spidey, hovering above as he is.
Tony Stark Magniftor, the Dumpster Wizard, is immediately set upon by MAN SPIDER.

SPIDER LAD.

THE BOY ARACNID.

A Slinger of Science, rather than a Slinger of Sorcery. A fellow slinger. A kindred spirit in diving dumps-

Let's forget that last one.

Spider-Man slings a web that straddles the road, arresting Magniftor's forward motion unsteadily as he comes to a stop, looking around to find the source of the voice.

When he looks up - and Strange and Parker both get the same instant impression: 'Holy Shit this guy is AGGRESSIVELY a homeless guy dressed up in wizard robes'

Both know the EXACT type. One eye is more closed than the other, his teeth are in dreadful shape, and he's twitchy.

His response, to both the flying Doctor Strange as well as the strafing, flipping Spider-Man, is to double over in a hacking coughing fit.

Finally, recovering, he raises his staff up. "I am... MAGNIFTORRRRRR! The magificent! And my wizarding powers are not..." wheeze cough. "To be be-li..." hack hack. "Be..."

He straightens, though the word still escapes him. "INSULTED!"

Pulling a battered hip-flask from his sleeve, he takes a drag off the container, a shining liquid running down his disgustingly unkempt facial hair like a liquid rainbow. "AND I WILL SHOW THEE... THOU... YA'LL AS SUCH!"

He brings his staff down, banging it on the sidewalk as people fuck straight the hell off in both directions. The cops, warned by FUTURE STRANGE, also start idling their car a couple hundred feet down, radioing for backup. And the DDC, and SHIELD.

"FLY!" Magniftor bellows, and his whole body rises off the ground. "MAGE ARMOR!" he cries, and a soft glow surrounds his clothes.

He levells his staff at Doctor Strange, who is Also A Wizard, shouting "MAGIC M-!" It's around this point that Spider-Man sends webs all over his mouth and hands, causing him to start flailing about, one hand now stuck on his staff, his mouth covered in sticky webs, and his spell aborted, effectively 'countered' by getting web ALL up in his biz-ness.

Stumbling and flailing like an extremely drunken kermit the frog in your attic that you've not entered in twenty years, Magniftor finally exhales a cone of fire from his mouth, burning through the web and leaving a plume of destruction down the street - thankfully cleared by the two heroes efforts'.

"AGON BREATH!!!!!!!" he hollers, hopping from one foot to the other.
Doctor Strange      "...Yeah, okay."

     The doctor sighs. He knew it wouldn't be as easy as just talking him down. He knows Dungeons and Dragons. Never played it, but 'magic missile' may as well be a cultural touchstone for anyone who was ever friends with a DnD guy in high school. So, the levitation and the mage armor draw a blank look. But magic missile? He pinches the bridge of his nose.

     Strange throws both arms wide, his cloak flaring dramatically. All around, the sound of shattered glass briefly pierces the air. Spidey and Magniftor can see that for a considerable distance around them, the air itself seems cracked like the face of a mirror. "Mirror Dimension. Welcome to it," he quietly says as an aside to Spider-Man. With one hand extended and the other held in a closed fist at his hip, Strange begins moving the extended hand. Following the motions of his hand, the sidewalk stretches out in elaborate, kaleidoscopic patterns beneath Magniftor. Strange elongates the sidewalk until the smelly wizard is a good distance away from Spidey's safety net. Or rather, since he's floating, it might be more accurate to say that the net is further from him. Cracks, stains, ancient and blackened pieces of gum all form part of this long, impromptu mandala. It's mostly a very pretty distraction.

     Strange lifts the net into the air on a platform, and unfolds the web until it's several times larger. Behind Magniftor, the web swells and expands from within itself, then flies towards him. If he can burn through a little web, then why not give him a lot? Who knows. Maybe he'll run out of 'mana.' Or however they do it in Dungeons and Dragons.
Spider-Man     Peter regards the wizard for a moment after he manages to get the webs onto him. He's squinting and thinking it over, worried about what this means for him, as someone clearly down on his luck. "Huh? Go remind...? Oh, uh, sure. But-- What do you mean?" His eyes pop open. "Ooooh, celebrity? You've heard about me! That's--" And suddenly Spider-Man is already leaping high up in surprise when the breath ejects. "Woah! Woah!" He shouts a bit, flesh dangerously close to searing from the wide breath weapon, but he manages to avoid turning into spider-crisp and attach to one of the upper walls. "Okay, I know /you/ haven't been chugging azoazide azide too! Hang on, magi-grifter! I mean-- Magnifffftor. I need to talk--"

    A bit of his safety web is gone in the fire, considering that it can be made to melt or flake away, but well enough is left that Spider-Man can keep his balance on one of the uppeer strands. He flinches, his enhanced senses briefly going wild as they enter the Mirror Dimension, before he looks around in a sort of awestruck way. "Hey, woah! What's /this/? How'd you break into another /dimension/?!" He rambles excitedly, before Strange starts making full and extensive use of his extended web. He goes along for the ride. "Is this non-euclidean space? Woah! You can make more web surface without exceeding tensile strength, that's /cool/!" He crawls along it, and tries to add to its effects by leaping around the floating man, swinging off of him, and linking him to various parts of the environment, figuring Strange's command of this weird dimension might make that advantageous.

    "Hey! Hey, Magniftor! Listen! If you tell me where you got this stuff from, I bet we can get you some help! Maybe there's someone at that F.E.A.S.T. place I heard about who can get a bunch of your problems figured out and you can be a cool hero kind of wizard who stops evil magic from happening!" He's going as fast as he can swinging around the guy, trying to stay behind him!
Tony Stark The MIRROR DIMENSION is a pretty wild place. Time, and space, spin and refactor. The field shapes as Doctor Strange wills it, taking control of reality as he punches the trio into another realm.

A realm beyond the awful Magnet Dimension, unknowable except to sorcerers of Strange's particular pedigree.

Magniftor wobbles unsteadily in the air, one hand stuck to his staff, the other webbed up with sticky goo. "Welcome to... YOUR MOTH-" Magniftor begins, before belching disgustingly and emitting a few technicolor bubbles similar to the contents of his flask.

"Brother, your sandwich looked pretty good. Spare a bite?" He smiles up at Strange, his general state of bewilderment seemingly having been reset to a panhandler. With disgusting teeth.

"WaitwaitWAITwaitwait. 'm MAGIC! I can... Yeah, MAGIC a sandwich!" Yeahyeahyeahyeahyehyehyehyeyeyeyeyeyyeyeyyeyeye!" He slurs.

"Create Food and Drink!" He shouts.

That's a Cleric spell. Nothing happens.

Strange expands the web field via objects in mirrors being larger than they appear, sending it bowling down behind Magniftor, the large glob of web material sticking to him just off the ground and sending him gummed up like a super bounce ball floating through the air, spinning and sticking to things before hitting a light pole and sticking there.

Magniftor, delirious, wiggles the tip of his staff (little else is free) at Strange and Spider-Man. "Heeheeheeee" he whistles through busted teeth. "Liberating Command!"

He unsticks from the light pole, but not the giant clod of webbing. So, now as a floating ball of dumpster wizardry entangled with webs, the terrible man spins around, but Spider-Man is on it, latching onto him and re-grappling the wizard, looping around a bus stop, a streetlight pole, a stone trash recepticle (the kind with a door, you know), and other bits of the terrain, getting him well and truly immobilized.

"F-Feast? Could go for a feast right now."

He sounds kinda pathetic. "I can't reach m'juice. Scratch a brother's nose?"
Doctor Strange      "Course I've heard of you. You're all over Twitter," says the better smelling of the two mages. The other questions--the questions about the precise mechanics of his magic--go unanswered.

     Between the two of them, they seem to have gotten the better of the wizard, for now. "One second," says Strange to Spider-Man. Again, he makes that hand gesture. His body is enveloped in green light. For a moment, he disappears in a flash of brilliant emerald, reappearing a moment later. "Let's make a bargain, Magniftor." Thumbs and forefingers are again pressed together as if he were about to cast a spell. But. He doesn't. He's just doing it for dramatic effect.

     "You give us your juice, tell us where you got it from. I'll give you a feast and make sure you have a warm place to sleep." The weird rainbow juice that rolled down his face earlier, that could just be terrible personal hygiene. But rainbow bubbles, well, that's a little too weird to be coincidence. To prove its not just empty words, he summons forth a table from the Sanctum Sanctorum, just suddenly There. A sweep of his hand leaves hot food in its wake, laid out neatly upon the table. Among that food is a meatball sub.

     Strange hovers to the side, gesturing to the table. "Sound good to you, brother?"
Spider-Man     Spider-Man manages to get something /mostly/ under control, with his half-contribution. "Hey! Hey dimension guy. I think this is mostly figured out. Do you know how to..." He gestures vaguely. "Dimension-exorcise him of fireballs or something? This doesn't seem like a 'police' and 'jail' thing, I think he got a bad hit of something. Hey, Magniftor? You might need a doctor or something. I don't think New York has gun laws about fireballs though, that's California." Always the quips. He sort of web-crawls his way up to the mess of man, thanking his lucky stars that his mask has a little bit of a smog filter on it for web-swinging purposes.

    "Oh, wow, you can make food too? Is there a /food dimension/? Here, gimmie a sec, I'll do the chemistry part unless you're also a chemistry guy." He crawls over the man as lightly as a feather, making sure to scratch the man's nose while he does. "This is really bad stuff for you, Magniftor. Gotta make sure you don't get tempted with evil magic and just stick to good magic, okay? Think of all the mage apprentices you're a role model for. Can I take it? For the trade and stuff." He's interested mostly in grabbing a sample -- small enough to hopefully not antagonize Doctor Strange, who seems to want the whole of it, but large enough to slip into a tiny little chemistry vial and work on setting up some kind of tracky particle trail detector or something later -- and then handing it off to Strange.

    "Who're you? I don't usually hear about teleporting dimension guys who're also on Twitter, most people want to go to a dimension that doesn't have Twitter in it." He says, however that whole exchange goes.
Tony Stark So far, Mangniftor has actually been pretty mundane as far as weird homeless people go. He had knocked out maybe one person, and took his wallet. So, 'armed' robbery. It's not a crime to impersonate a wizard!

Strange does it all the time, and he's a Sorcerer. Take that, stunted spontaneous caster progression! How does it feel to get a CLAW ATTACK instead of higher level spells a level earlier?!

Cowed by Strange and Spider-Man being genuinely pretty nice to him, the wizard (while being crawled on) locks his eyes on the meatball sub.

He sighs, the fog of his dementia lifting a bit. "Y-yeah... The spells, they don't fill your belly. I tried. It was barely real..."

Shadow Conjured things are only 20% real and have none of the lingering effects. The more you know!

Spider-Man has a readily available amount to scrape into a specimin vial for later chemistry off the man's beard, which is practically dripping with the stuff, but he can siphon off a few drops from the half-full hip flask Magniftor has in his sleeve.

In response to the questions, and with the promise of a meatball sub (and other food), Magniftor starts answering without trying to make himself sound like a powerful wizard. He mostly just sounds tired and hungry. "A dark, hooded guy. Red mask. Came by m'box. Asked if I needed a hand. Course I do. Look at me. But he said that if I drank the juice, and read the magic words, I could do whatever I wanted. Gave me a spell-book. It's..."

He shimmys in the web, but can't get loose. "In m'other sleeve. All the words were weird and it had too many maths, but I knew some of them. None of them made me less hungry. Stronger, sure. Make fire, sure. Still had to take wallets, though."

He hangs his head, muttering into his scrunched up beard. "Said I was doing him a favor, with the juice. Prob'ly poison."
Doctor Strange      "Doctor Stephen Strange," says the sorcerer. "Surgeon, before you ask. ...also Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Arts and three time Buffalo Wild Wings trivia night champion." His cape raises up and brushes off his sleeve as he descends and stands upon the ground.

     "You wanna do the science thing, I'd say it's more a toxicology deal." He shrugs. "But generally speaking it's more of a /me/ thing. Whatever this stuff is, it can make people into sorcerers... provided they have a copy of Dungeons and Dragons on hand." Strange makes a motion with his hands that resembles a flower blooming. A portion of the sidewalk rises up and folds into a concrete lotus, the petals making a spiral staircase for the hungry wizard to descend once Spider-Man frees him. "It's definitely something that shouldn't be on the streets. Not everybody's as nice as... Magniftor." It causes him physical pain to utter that name.

     "I'll keep him at my place, let him walk it off, do some research. Once he's... sober, for lack of a better word, I know a place that'd be happy to have him, if he wants." Strange also calls a chair from the Sanctum, as well as plates and silverware.
Spider-Man     "Oh, you're using your fake name? You should get a mask like mine. Or, I guess, whatever a magic mask looks like. Maybe a masquerade sort of look?" Spider-Man says, seemingly rolling and succeeding a disbelief check against Doctor Strange's name. And he also answers the matter of toxicology. "I think," Spider-Man says eagerly. "If people are using it around a lot of fire like this guy, anything that comes out of oxidizing it has to be both airborn and traceable! So if someone's been, umm..." He falters. "If someone's been dealing evil magic in the neighborhood, I should be able to see if I can find a chemical signature to track to them and get leads!" He gets a little more verbal /momentum/ and stops feeling so awkward.

    He also quickly frees the man from the webs. It looks like his habit of wall-crawling also empowers him to disassemble those webs more easily than their chemical properties ought to allow. "Thanks for the help, Doc. I don't know much about... Magic? I guess this is mystic. Are you /sure/ you aren't breaching dimensional barriers with self-repeating expanding calabi-yau manifold arrays? You're sure it's /magic/?" One of his goggle lenses squints narrowly as if he's raising his other eyebrow.

    He still seems incredulous, but in at least a positive way! "This is really cool though! You can get us out of the Mirror Dimension right? Because I don't know anything about that and I'm not sure I know how to swing when the buildings can move." He sort of feels around the weird space-fractures idly until they are brought back out of the alternate world, eager to resume PATROLS.
Tony Stark Released from the webs, Magniftor goes for the sandwich on the table from the Sorceror Supreme's feastly spread. He also finds a big glass (tankard, really) of water and drinks it down greedily while getting meatball sauce on his face as he scarfs down the messy sandwich. The spiral staircase that appears gets a wary look, but just beyond the mirror portal is the cop car. Empty, since THE MIRROR DIMENSIONNNNNNNNNNNN~~~~->*(Thundercrack!)*<- lacks any other people. What a convenient field of time and space!

With a little 'ehhhn I'll take the wizard' shrug, Magniftor carries his large water cup and meatball sub down into the Sanctum.

"Ooh, it is warm down here." He chuckles to himself. Maybe he caught a break! At least they didn't beat him up. And he got to fly! That was cool. Magniftor had a pretty good day today.