Brod's stride moved him along at a good clip. His size also made it so people made a path for him. He expertly weaved his way between vehicles, being alive for so damn long you learned how the vehicles moved and the minute muscle movements of the drivers hands. The surroundings were getting grimy and unkempt. Oh if only he had his full powers and no one was around, he'd destroy it all to make something better. But he shook that thought from his head, no time for reminiscing he had a location to get to. Mostly just to see who had rung the bell.

As he drew nearer he heard voices and the sound of someone getting hit. Groaning his palmed his face, of course it was that idiot causing a ruckus. Goehearth, God of Anarchy. Turning around the corner those golden eyes took in who was present. An unconscious girl, Goehearth, Stjerne, his own son Zencrux, and Death himself. He caught the tail end of the conversations going on which earned Death a bored, but slightly agitated, look. [color=brown]"I'm sure everyone has questions for you, Desious."[/color] He ground out before spitting his cigar onto the ground just to crush it into harmless dust.