Oh god, he’s never going to live this one down. He’s going to have this conversation with youths in every universe until he dies.
“Doctor Stephen Strange. It’s my real name.” Then there’s a flicker of a pained and slightly embarrassed expression which crosses his face, a sheepish admission, because suddenly this sounds so very stupid when stripped of its context and without the real ability to prove it any longer: “But I suppose you could say that I’m a superhero where I come from. Back in New York, I fought alongside people with superpowers. I was a Master of the Mystic Arts, the former Sorcerer Supreme. Not that that matters here in the same way, I suspect.”
There’s a slight turn of the head from the driver of their carriage, a Thedan local, upon hearing the rifter's grandiose former title. Sorcerers are near enough to mages.
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“Doctor Stephen Strange. It’s my real name.” Then there’s a flicker of a pained and slightly embarrassed expression which crosses his face, a sheepish admission, because suddenly this sounds so very stupid when stripped of its context and without the real ability to prove it any longer: “But I suppose you could say that I’m a superhero where I come from. Back in New York, I fought alongside people with superpowers. I was a Master of the Mystic Arts, the former Sorcerer Supreme. Not that that matters here in the same way, I suspect.”
There’s a slight turn of the head from the driver of their carriage, a Thedan local, upon hearing the rifter's grandiose former title. Sorcerers are near enough to mages.