@animuras --
If there was one thing a newly reanimated city was good for, it was alleyway meetings caked in hard light and heavy shadows. (Not that this particular silhouette was any way difficult to mistake for another.)
Neon strobes and the back-brightness of expensive signage were at their evening crest of intensity--it couldn’t have been any earlier than midnight, and for that the city was still abuzz with activity. Presumably out of a temporary excitement that they weren’t living between rubble and ruins, should you have asked.
The shadow peered from the edge of the alley, and, apparently satisfied with what it found, threaded its way further in until its--now his--face was lit by the subtlest spark of green-colored energy. A sore sight, Loki’s magic nowadays; himself, handsome to a fault.
Or so he’d tell us.
“This city has been a hive of opportunity,” Loki said to the open air. “Dare say that I’ve enjoyed the change of pace. It wasn’t particularly long ago that my magic was neutered in a fashion familiar to this, but that was on account of trying to cast an adult god’s spells in a body far removed from being an adult. Here I can feel the gasps and sputters, ever out of reach.”
He was laughing sardonically. “Seems our captors have rather a cruel sense of humor.”
