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Mystery yawned, stretching as he woke up from his nap, perking up his ears as he returned to consciousness. He was half-tempted to growl at whoever had approached him for interrupting his rest, but he had been asleep for a few hours now, plenty of time to wake up happy and refreshed: he could hardly be angry at anyone right now.

{ i'm laughing uncontrollably hard at nerd nugget }

"Not often I encounter someone as strange in reality, that I once thought it from madness."

It hadn't escaped his notice, since there was a tinge of that kid's soul lingering in his cave. Well, not his soul. More like a connection from his soul. It had faded a considerable amount though since the incident, but not completely. 

It had bugged the djinn for sometime now. This was HIS cave, not whatever lingered from that kid. Though, this did provide an opportunity to see just what became of him. Could be fun. Maybe seeing his handy work would put him back to his old self too.

It was settled as Mr D began to lock onto the remaining tethers lingering in the cave. Once he got a location he was off with a poof. One green cloud of mist later, he was standing just outside the purple house.

Seems this is where he was. Not too shabby, he had to admit but he still preferred his cave.

Charlotte blinked awkwardly, standing there and looking at the ghost. Her eyes were wide as she watched him.

{ Do you want to plot something? I’m up for rping whenever as well, huhu.}

((My god, yes. Come by and we shall plot...though might be a tad slow atm cause just woke up and super hungry.

The storm had broke over his head without previous notice, as violent and unforgiving as Thor’s worst rage. He ran even faster, trying to protect himself from the cold, but to no avail. His hands were showing blue spots already. Curse Odin and his stupid punishments!! if only he was healed, his magic would be strong enough to teleport him home, and the scarce amount of clothes he was wearing under the coat didn't help either… 

A big manor appeared in his vision. What was doing such a huge building in the middle of nowhere? He ran to it nonetheless, wanting to escape the damned rain the sooner the better. He hoped the cold hadn’t sipped enough into his bones to transform his face too. It would be difficult to lie his way into anyone’s home while looking like the monster He was. Not that the amount of glitter and make up from the party would help either...

Luckily the castle looked abandoned. That would explain his dark appearence. Who would live so far from the city in such a place, anyway? It looked more apropiate for Vaneheim than Midgard.

But there was light coming from the windows, and a pinkish neon light at that. maybe there was a party too? The man entered the front yard in a sprint anyway and covered himself under the ledge of the main door. He didn’t want to see anyone in such a state, but the idea of the low temperature bringing his jotun form out completely… He shudered at the idea, repulsion washing over him. No, anything before that. The frost giant knocked at the door as hard as he can, trying to be heard over the thunder, and the door opened… How odd… he pecked his head inside. “Hello?”