He took the time to look over the information left for him such as the two letters, the map of the city, and parts of the information guide. What he hadn't expected was to fall into a silent sleep once stabbed by the Kursed. The scene was . . .well faked in some regard. He was still injured but not nearly as badly as Thor was led to believe. His hand lingers over his chest where his armor and leather had been pierced. It matters not as it will heal on it's own if he so chooses to give his body enough time to react.
However the pain from the injury still tempers his rages enough not to lash out at the person who prompts him to come down into the lobby. What do they expect of him? A social visit? They stripped him from his own world and tossed him into another for their 'cause'. If he hadn't heard that a million times over his thousands of years of life he might not have rolled his eyes straight away. The mad titan had a cause and it was to court Death. While they're asking for much less in juxtaposition to that--as physical contact isn't much to ask of anyone--who's to say they're any more sane?
Vanity got the better of him so he transfigured his battle armor into something more casual. At least then all that looks disheveled his his hair and there is no longer the mark of blood on his clothes. He may have left without another word to do his own investigations but food. Prison lends itself to hours and hours and hours of misery and a good meal? He hasn't had one in so long that he has stop counting the days. Even with Frigga lending him comforts he was still made to rot in chains.
Why yes he indeed intends to rob the banquet table blind before leaving. Fortunately he has enough charm to convince anyone that doesn't know him he should be allowed to take what he can before he finds this blasted apartment which better be bigger than his cell was. If anyone cares to stop him, don't. He isn't in the mood to socialize and that is overly clear in the way he will brush right passed your character, shoving them to the side with a--"Move, mortal." As he makes his way for the door. Unrelenting rain or not he has magic to keep him (and the food he commandeered) dry.
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However the pain from the injury still tempers his rages enough not to lash out at the person who prompts him to come down into the lobby. What do they expect of him? A social visit? They stripped him from his own world and tossed him into another for their 'cause'. If he hadn't heard that a million times over his thousands of years of life he might not have rolled his eyes straight away. The mad titan had a cause and it was to court Death. While they're asking for much less in juxtaposition to that--as physical contact isn't much to ask of anyone--who's to say they're any more sane?
Vanity got the better of him so he transfigured his battle armor into something more casual. At least then all that looks disheveled his his hair and there is no longer the mark of blood on his clothes. He may have left without another word to do his own investigations but food. Prison lends itself to hours and hours and hours of misery and a good meal? He hasn't had one in so long that he has stop counting the days. Even with Frigga lending him comforts he was still made to rot in chains.
Why yes he indeed intends to rob the banquet table blind before leaving. Fortunately he has enough charm to convince anyone that doesn't know him he should be allowed to take what he can before he finds this blasted apartment which better be bigger than his cell was. If anyone cares to stop him, don't. He isn't in the mood to socialize and that is overly clear in the way he will brush right passed your character, shoving them to the side with a--"Move, mortal." As he makes his way for the door. Unrelenting rain or not he has magic to keep him (and the food he commandeered) dry.