Strange just stared at the creatures as he his consciousness started to slightly fade. He felt the wind picking up and blowing against his skin, he heard the grass rustle all around him, and he noticed the strange feeling of standing on a completely quiet train track. No vibrations, no sound. It was weird, unnatural, and something that began to be annoying. But at that moment in time something weird happened. It wasn't the first time, but it was extremely unpleasant. Over the past couple of months he had noticed it had began to become a bother. It was a state of mind where he seemed to loose himself. Not necessarily in the way that he usually did with his alter ego Horatio, but something in between. Somewhere his urges became more apparent. His poker face faded. His emotions became more bare, yet they remained honest to his personality. It wasn't a complete one hundred and eighty degrees change like he would usually experience. He was in control, but at the same time, not as much as he'd like.
Feeling this, and noticing his senses sharpening ever so slightly Strange hold both the palms of his hands against his eyes, seemingly in a bit of pain, as if he experienced a normal headache or a migraine attack of the sort. But that wasn't it. His poker face showed a slight grin, his eyes seemed to contain a small spark, and his body language straightened up in every subtle way he could. He wasn't here to kid around. He wasn't here because Horatio wanted it. This was his moment. No crowds, no fans, no stage. He had to define himself. He had to make sure he was alive, that he was Strange, someone useful, someone recognizable. And this urge had driven him to do morally questionable things before.
With a quick jolt in posture Strange dropped his arm, and with the quite wicked expression that had slowly taken over his face he looked at the two creatures. His voice, as it began to speak, seemed to contain a less monotonous tone. Every now and then there was an unpleasant crackle, or a sudden stop where it shouldn't be. It was out of character, to say the least.
''A ransom you say? Now, I don't think the two of you vile little useless creates understand. I'm not here to negotiate, I'm here to demand. I'm not here to come and cuddle you off of these tracks. However, I'm quite unlike you two. I'm not some monster incapable of compassion, so I will give you one, but only one more chance before I will force you off of these tracks. And I'll tell you now, as a tiny little secret, I will rip your very beings from the soul that inhabits your pesky little bodies if you give me the chance, so either start running, or get the hell out of my way..''
It was crude, rude but also strange because although the words spoken were close to barbaric, the tone seemed nothing of the sort. It was told in a way one would scold children, though it lacked a sense of care. It was unlike Strange.