#amalgam open

This is the face of boredom. Can't you see it in my eyes? They're so bored they just died.

I am so bored, someone please, lets have sex or go get a churro or something.

Amalgam Academy was everything and nothing like what Kate had imagined it to be. It was a grandiose castle-like structure, tucked away from most of civilization, that would have made Hogwarts jealous. It was the new home to those with special powers, abilities, or other skills that would be honed during their time there. It had all of state-of-the-art amenities and technologies that a person could dream of, and then some. If someone were to ask Kate what she thought about the place, she would definitely reply with two words: "It's amazing." Being from a wealthy family, she'd gone to private schools before, but none quite as sophisticated as Amalgam.

And yet, she hadn't expected to actually feel like a student here. She'd expected that this was a place for the heroes of tomorrow to train and grow to their peak conditions. Yes, the trainings were designed to do this, but the young archer couldn't help like she was back in the private elementary school she'd been sent to as a girl, with the outfit and the pre-arranged schedule. This wasn't new to her, but it didn't mean she was completely comfortable with it, especially being fairly new to the school.

With a small sigh, Bishop made her way through the halls of Amalgam, on her way to lunch, passing through the crowds of students. She still didn't have many friends, and finding the ones she did have in the cafeteria had proven in the past to be rather difficult...

From just inside the dormitory's main entryway Loki stood, taking a moment to survey the dwelling within which he would be spending the next ... month? Year? Heartbeat thrumming a steady staccato against his ribcage, Loki swallowed. However long the Allfather, in all of his wisdom, chose to entrap him here.

As if Odin, the fool, might think that a brief stay on this primordial planet would slake Loki's thirst for vengeance in even the slightest. Ha. Perhaps time spent amongst the mortals had chastened sweet, simple Thor but it would not Loki. No, never Loki, for it was not in his nature to be satisfied. For now however, Loki would play the Allfather's game, allow the great blowhard to believe that he had the upper hand and play the unassuming marionette. 

But it would take some getting used to, to be sure. Compared to Asgard's golden halls, this Midgardian dwelling seemed as clumsily composed as a child's tower of blocks. Its decor was austere, its furnishing unremarkable; Loki had never been once to indulge in decadence, but this was positively Spartan, even for him. No, he would not permit his stay to drag on indefinitely. 

Reaching into his pocket, Loki withdrew an item, too small to be discerned. As soon as it was removed from the confines of Loki's cloak it rapidly expanded, falling to the floor with an echoing 'bang'.

It was an iron and wood chest, easily weighing upwards of one hundred pounds, that housed all of Loki's worldly belongings: his treasured scrolls and spellbooks, spare ink and quills and clothing, everything ranging from Midgardian casual-wear to Asgardian finery. Stooping slightly, he riffled through the trunk, producing the information handbook that had been provided to him upon arrival. The heavy bronze lock clicked shut as he righted himself, flipping through the leaflet for any pertinent information.

Possibly drawn in by the commotion, Loki heard the shuffling of approaching footsteps. Without looking up, he spoke: