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Kit Killovarras	It had been months upon months of searching, small tidbits of information from various sources, chance run-ins with other magic users, or at least the ones he could sense that is. But, for all of his searching, the yeen in baggy jeans and a dark hoodie finds himself just outside the door of a three story mansion somewhere on Bleecker street. For a moment, his eyes flicker with a violet light as he studies the door, checking for some kind of ward or sigil to mark it as anything but just a normal door, though even with how much he's learned, he probably wouldn't be able to. So with a quiet sigh, he lets his eyes slip back to their normal state and simply knocks on the door.
Doctor Strange	*knockknock* Kit is suddenly transported. Less a ward, perhaps. Or maybe it was just a ward of a type he's never encountered before. But as soon as he touches the door, why is he sitting down in a comfortable chair? Why is there a drink of his choice in his hand? It's so warm in here. So warm that it wouldn't be hard to cozy up in here. Across from him is a man in black and red robes. His hair is black with white trim on the sides. It's long enough that it's pulled into a ponytail. A beard covers his face. His hands are wrapped, but fingers exposed. He wears a strange emblem on his chest. "How can I help you?" The voice of Dr. Stephen Strange: The Sorceror Supreme.
Kit Killovarras	Well, that's a sudden transit spell and what would normally throw someone for a hell of a loop? Kit just blinks a few times before musing, "Well that's one way to be certain I found the right place.." as he looks at the cup of tea in his paw. He sits there for a moment before he just reaches up with a free paw and brushes his hood back. "My name is Kit Killovarras, son of Ahmed and Akila, child of the bloodline of Kirahli," he says, almost like something he was trained to do. "And I came in search of someone.. I'm guessing with whatever spell that was as a display, you're either him, or you can point me in the right direction."
Doctor Strange	"That depends entirely on who you're looking for." Stephen was playing dumb. He's likely looking for him. Just because you fight Lovecraftian horrors on a regular doesn't mean that you can't have a /little/ bit of fun when people come sniffing around. He watches Kit for a long moment as he sips his tea. Kit Killovarras. Son of Ahmed and Akila, child of a Kirahli bloodline. "I have little information on the Kirahli. What I do know is that some of their members possess innate mystical abilities. Since you were able to find this place, I would assume you were one of such a number." 'course, this is an assumption. "Less of a display and more ease of access. The Doctor is in."
Kit Killovarras	"My grandfather only gave me a title to identify them," Kit says with a little shrug, "Sorcerer Supreme." Then he takes a sip of the tea before he explains, "Not surprising, our family is fairly unremarkable and tend to remain a little more.. secluded." Then the aardwolf gives a little sigh and tilts his head. That's part of why I'm here, actually. My family tried to teach me what they could, but apparently whatever magic I was born to is.. strange and I was hoping I could find a way to better understand it."
Doctor Strange	The Sorceror Supreme. "You've found him." Stephen gestures to himself. "Dr. Stephen Strange, at your service. You have been granted hospitality under my jurisdiction and protection." Stephen then hums a bit more. Though he was attempting to learn, he never succeeded in learning the mystic arts. The magic he was born to use was...strange. No pun intended. "You're here looking for a teacher?"