The qualifier 'English' doesn't mean anything to him. He doesn't know what it means, but it's clearly a very important distinction to Strange, so he decides not to question it. Whatever the magic was called didn't particularly matter to Lauren in the first place. No, what interested him most about the spell was that it was something different. Lauren had been here for a while now, and though he had seen people doing magic this was the first time he'd seen someone do something unique. Healing spells, vanishing spells, transformation spells, they were things he was used to, each of them amazing in there own way, but each something ordinary. So while the ability to make a road may have seemed relatively simple in comparison, it was still something new.
Even having just watched Strange cast the spell, Lauren doubted he'd be able to do something similar. It was becoming clearer all the time that people from different worlds had vastly different ways of manipulating magic. The worlds they went to only underscored that point. Magic seemed to work differently no matter where they went, and in some worlds it didn't work at all. Even weirder was that there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. There wasn't any explanation for why certain kinds of magic worked in some places and didn't in others. The island world with it's strange monsters had been the most peculiar in terms of magic, a world where animals could do magic and the people couldn't. It was bizarre, but even stranger than any weird rule a world seemed to have built around magic was the fact that none of those rules seemed to matter here in the carnival.
They'd been to places each with their own sets of magical rules, and yet as long as you remained within carnival grounds, no matter what power you had, it would work for you. It was quite difficult for Lauren to make sense of it. As difficult as it was to make sense of each individual worlds rules, the idea that once you were here they all got thrown out the window made things even harder to understand. Strange could speak with stones and the earth would listen, Susan could cast as easily as he ever could, Zecora would create her potions, and although in no one world could all these things happen simultaneously, at the carnival they could. Was this because of the Ringmaster's power? Did her own magic work as some sort of constant converter, translating things from one magical language to another that her world could understand? The amount of power something like that would take... You'd have to be some kind of god to accomplish it.
It's a startling idea, and it has absolutely nothing to do with whatever Strange is saying. Lauren actually forgets the other man is there for a moment as he gets lost in his thoughts. Then, he suddenly remembers, and feels quiet embarrassed about being silent for so long. He doesn't actually know how long he was just standing there thinking, but he hopes it wasn't too noticeable. He doesn't really have anything else to say either, but he knows he's expected to continue the conversation somehow even though he's already on a completely different train of thought. He's not really sure how to explain his thought process either. Well, saying anything was better than saying nothing, wasn't it?
"... Do you think there's a type of magic that would work anywhere?"
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Even having just watched Strange cast the spell, Lauren doubted he'd be able to do something similar. It was becoming clearer all the time that people from different worlds had vastly different ways of manipulating magic. The worlds they went to only underscored that point. Magic seemed to work differently no matter where they went, and in some worlds it didn't work at all. Even weirder was that there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. There wasn't any explanation for why certain kinds of magic worked in some places and didn't in others. The island world with it's strange monsters had been the most peculiar in terms of magic, a world where animals could do magic and the people couldn't. It was bizarre, but even stranger than any weird rule a world seemed to have built around magic was the fact that none of those rules seemed to matter here in the carnival.
They'd been to places each with their own sets of magical rules, and yet as long as you remained within carnival grounds, no matter what power you had, it would work for you. It was quite difficult for Lauren to make sense of it. As difficult as it was to make sense of each individual worlds rules, the idea that once you were here they all got thrown out the window made things even harder to understand. Strange could speak with stones and the earth would listen, Susan could cast as easily as he ever could, Zecora would create her potions, and although in no one world could all these things happen simultaneously, at the carnival they could. Was this because of the Ringmaster's power? Did her own magic work as some sort of constant converter, translating things from one magical language to another that her world could understand? The amount of power something like that would take... You'd have to be some kind of god to accomplish it.
It's a startling idea, and it has absolutely nothing to do with whatever Strange is saying. Lauren actually forgets the other man is there for a moment as he gets lost in his thoughts. Then, he suddenly remembers, and feels quiet embarrassed about being silent for so long. He doesn't actually know how long he was just standing there thinking, but he hopes it wasn't too noticeable. He doesn't really have anything else to say either, but he knows he's expected to continue the conversation somehow even though he's already on a completely different train of thought. He's not really sure how to explain his thought process either. Well, saying anything was better than saying nothing, wasn't it?
"... Do you think there's a type of magic that would work anywhere?"