#makesmestrange

Kwannon wasn’t the kind of person to stalk people who weren’t her prey, but this new-found freedom of hers gave her a reason to test out the other “heroes” who lingered around, see what they were really made of given their new, young bodies. She’d caught sight of the one called Strange - in both name and avid description of his personality - and her interest was easily piqued. Mostly because of the large red towel he dragged behind him wherever he went. If anyone could fix everything, it was likely him. She slipped out of the shadows to intercept his path - he seemed to be in a hurry - and hopefully get an answer out of him. “Hey. Towel boy. They say you’re one of the other people around here who can work magic, yes?”