[hr][hr][center][h3][color=12ABB0][b]Neil Spellman[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3RnqLcdD/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Living Room
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Neil nodded, accepting Carolina's help as he got onto the couch. [color=12ABB0]"It hurts, but I'll live,"[/color] he told her, smiling slightly. He had to resist the urge to use D&D terms and go [i]I'm not bloodied[/i] to indicate his health. The healing he had received so far had really helped, but now that he was coming down from adrenaline he was feeling all his injuries a lot more keenly. He really wanted to roll over and take a nap, his mind felt like a bowl of soup after all of the use of his telekinesis. Neil could have easily slept for a month or more. He couldn't help but laugh, then wincing in the pain laughing caused, at Iris' joke. 

	He definitely knew that not everyone really liked Iris, but she was incredibly funny. Her humor reminded him of those weird British sit-coms, the sorts that Americans couldn't handle unless they remade it - like the British version of the Office. He didn't really see the gameboard anywhere, but he couldn't have helped out with the magic. The most he could have done was offer to call his aunties or maybe his cousin Rebecca and ask if they wouldn't mind tracking down the God of Mischief. He wondered briefly what they were up to at the moment - were they in the garden, inspecting the harvest? Were they down in the mortuary, preparing bodies for burial? Were they dancing around a fire in the forest in the nude? 

	Runa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to brush out some of the glitter. It was rather hard to do so since she typically wore her hair in complex braids, not the easiest scenario for getting things out. Glitter was one of the substances most resistant to magic as well in her experience. Even if she banished it, some of it always remained. It was stubborn like that. She found that the board was just sitting there and she picked it up. She closed her eyes, opening up her Third Eye and peering as to where Loki was. His location was foggy. [color=#a81a75]"He's somewhere in the place called New York,"[/color] she informed the others. [color=#a81a75]"Once we fell Loki, he will face justice in my brother's court."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Living Room
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Guin didn't have a very high opinion of Asgardian justice. They had supposedly locked up Loki back in 2012 and yet, he had gotten free [i]somehow[/i] to terrorize people. She really had expected that the ancient society would be able to hold Loki for more than just a decade at a time - especially since Asgardians loved to go around about how short a human lifespan was, that it was the blink of an eye. So then, by that logic, they would throw Loki in their Asgardian prison and before they could blink, he'd escaped! Though, she supposed Thor wasn't exactly known for his wits and since he was next in line to be king, maybe Asgard wasn't known for their IQ. 

	She walked over to a corner by herself, so that way she could have some privacy. She took out her phone and dialed her father's number. The phone rang a few times, before she heard a click on the other end. [color=cc33ff]"Hey, Dad?"[/color] Guin said tentatively, hoping that he had actually answered it and it wasn't J.A.R.V.I.S. or something taking the call instead. 

	[i][color=f7941d]"Hey there Penguin how's it going?"[/color][/i]

	Guin decided to cut to the chase and not beat around the bush. [color=cc33ff]“Don’t worry, we’re all fine here. But Loki is on the move,"[/color] she said bluntly. She figured her dad would have questions, but it got the important information out of the way - namely the who and the what. 

	[i][color=f7941d]"Wait what?"[/color][/i]

	Maybe she hadn't been as clear as she thought she had been. [color=cc33ff]“He attacked us, we’re coming over.”[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"He did what?????"[/color][/i]

	Maybe Tony was finally going senile? Did he need hearing aids? How was she unclear? [color=cc33ff]"He tried to kill us with Jumanji, you know like the movie, but we’re good.”[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"...Okay."[/color][/i]

	[i]Finally[/i]. But somehow, she was unconvinced that he actually understood anything she said at all. [color=cc33ff]"See you soon, Old Man."[/color]