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Stephen Strange	Early evening in New York means many things. The street lights are on, the sodium LEDs bathing a soft yellow glow to the street. Sunday evening also means less traffic, if less traffic is a thing in New York (which, not really). At least, in the Village, it is starting to wind down a little. At one of the historical residences, Stephen happens to be doing what he does on most evenings. That is, he is researching. Reading. Excitement? Adventure? A sorcerer craves not these things. Yes, a dull night at the Sanctum, it seems. At present, Stephen is sitting in the lounge, with a rather older book open. A notebook is open to the side, as the sorcerer seems to take notes. There is no music playing, but it looks like it was just a recent thing, as a rather non-magical bluetooth speaker sits close by. Hey, sorcerers like tunes, too...
Susan Sullivan	The front door opens, then closes. The brunette woman with a week's worth of hair growth moves through the sanctum. She is not setting off any wards, which is nice. She checks a couple spots before finding Doctor Strange reading. "Hello," she says. She's not dressed like his student. She doesn't sound like his student. She doesn't look like the fangy, pointy-eared woman he agreed to teach. The bone structure is identical, but even the eye color is different. Her wardrobe choice is also significantly brighter and more colorful than Demona's had been.
Stephen Strange	"Miss, if you are looking for the local branch of the library, it is two blocks further down." Strange does not look up, at least not yet, as he finishes jotting stuff down in his notebook. "This is 177A Bleecker." It seems that it might be a somewhat common occurrence for the mild intrusion, though usually he catches them at the door. Then Stephen looks up. And regards the woman before him. "Most don't make a habit of walking in." No...the person before him does not look like his student, at first. But....Stephen has more in his arsenal than most. And....with just a flash of confusion, the expression clears and a slight smile turns the corner of his lips. "So, this is a new development. No gas mask, I see. How did this happen?" Yes...Demona might have fooled Stephen for a little bit...but he catches on quick.
Susan Sullivan	Susan mostly just stands there as her teacher runs through the gambit of...okay, not so much a gambit as unrecognition to recognition. He takes it surprisingly well, and she smiles. "Well," she starts, shrugging. "When you wish upon a star...isn't that how the song goes?" She unzips her heavy coat and lets it hang open. "I did have to give up the van, though, so...I'm currently looking for somewhere to stay." She holds up her hands, palms up. "And if it's far away, I won't be able to get here as quickly." She lets her arms fall to her sides then holds out her right hand. "Susan Sullivan," she introduces, as if they're meeting for the first time.
Stephen Strange	"Susan Sullivan." The name is said...as if Strange is trying it out. Then, a nod of approval. "Well, then. A pleasure to meet you, Susan Sullivan." Then, a tilt of the head. "You wished for this...but it required you to give up your van? That seems to be an interesting story waiting to be told." Stephen indicates to a chair on the opposite side of him, offering Susan a place to sit. "Of course, that is only if you wish to actually divulge the story itself." As for living arraignments..."I am not worried about distance and travel. I can get you as easily as walking through a door. You could live on the other side of the country and it would not matter. Feel free to locate anyplace you wish. It will be workable."
Susan Sullivan	"That's kind of it," Susan says. "It was more of a prayer, something took my van, and I was given the breath of life." She hesitates. "And then, like a week later, I was in my friend's apartment, and I kind of...died? Then I floated up into the air and came to life. It was a very confusing situation." She shrugs. "I don't know where I'm going to live. I can fly, but only as fast as I can run."
Stephen Strange	There's a pause...as Stephen's grey eyes turn to Susan. "You mean to tell me that you said a prayer, your van was taken, then you was given the spark of life. Only to die and be brought back to life." There is a hint of disbelief, but only a hint. "I do not know what deity would trade life for a van. And I have spoken to a couple of deities." Still, there is a sense of that playfulness from Stephen. "Well, one of the rules is that if it works, don't knock it. And...it seems it works, at least for you. We can determine exactly how later."
Susan Sullivan	Susan shrugs. "I mean...it was what it meant to me. My van was my whole life." She looks a bit heavier as she talks about it. "Breath of life for one's entire life was apparently a good trade." She takes a deep breath and gets lighter, even to the point of lifting off the floor briefly.     She changes the subject as she says, "So, I'd like to learn how to use my qi a bit more effectively. I have way bigger stores than I should, but nothing to do with it. There's a multitude of techniques I'm wanting to learn. Making qi batteries, possibly accelerating healing, keeping people from dying, and possibly even bringing people back to life." She looks intensely into the Doctor's eyes and quite seriously says, "Does that fall into the 'increased control' of our lessons, laoshi?"
Stephen Strange	"Well...that makes sense then. Whoever was your mysterious benefactor decided to trade you a new life for your old one. It does sound rather appropriate, then." The subject change is taken in stride. "Multiple of techniques, hmm? Well, yes, that would fall into the increased control portion, I would imagine. All of what you described is, in essence, just channeling the flow of qi. As you already know." He pauses...meeting Susan's gaze unflinchingly. "It can be done, certainly, but we will want to be rather careful. Controlling essentially the life force of all living things is an act not to be taken lightly. If you are willing to temper that eagerness for learning with patience, then I do not see a problem with refining our lessons on control to include just what can be done with that control.
Susan Sullivan	Susan bows low as Doctor Strange agrees to help her. "Yes, laoshi," she agrees, her backpack shifting on her back. She stands upright again. "The last thing I want is to hurt somebody when I'm trying to help them."