[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Gqxz6pv.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=962929][b]#962929[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]hell's angel[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/iSBHkTI][color=808080][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]descendant tower[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]While it might have seemed like Myla was distracted with Imogen’s introductions, she heard every word exchanged between two of the others on the far side of the lobby. Now sitting on the overpriced leather sofa, the whispers rattled around her mind, painting the picture of her current company. The man had compared them to Harry and Sally and made some snide comment about them making room in their busy schedules. The irony in his commentary was laughable considering the way his heart rate elevated when talking to the woman that smelled like jasmin and the way they both skirted around flirting, even though their pulses and spiked pheromones said otherwise. It wasn’t like she and Theo had done anything wrong. Was holding hands such a crime? It was for comfort and courage, considering there still wasn’t enough evidence for Myla to believe they hadn’t stepped into a trap. Just the thought made his palm feel hotter against her own. Part of her considered pulling away and crossing her arms tight over her chest in the typical way she shut down and shut others out. But she wasn’t going to let someone’s sour mood take away the one stable thing she had in that moment. Either way, they were there, punctual, and answered the signal. What else did he want? Myla and Theo actually [i]did[/i] have to carve time out of their busy schedules but it wasn’t to steal kisses or whatever else the guy thought, they were trying to keep Manhattan off the precipice of spinning into chaos. Kissing was never part of the equation. It wasn’t even on Myla’s mind… [i]most of the time.[/i] It was no worse than their comments about breasts, dressing or undressing. The subtle judgement made something in the back of her mind twinge with guilt like she had done something wrong. The silence in the lobby was still tense but Myla found herself easing slightly as each passing moment meant they were alive and still there of their own volition. That was until the sarcastic man reached into his pocket and put on some sort of glasses. He was quiet, but the way his heart rate settled then shifted to a rhythm of excitement when he looked over at them made her grip on Theo’s hand tighten. The way she felt his gaze intently on her made Myla wish she could disappear into the recesses of the leather couch. The clap of his hands was abrupt and loud enough it made her jump, startled as if it could have been a gunshot or bomb, not a sharp shattering of the tentative silence. [color=ed1c24]"Phil, why don't you get Ms. [b][i]Murdock[/i][/b] and Mr. [b][i]Parker[/i][/b] here some water before we start discussing family matters. They had a long trip down from Manhattan, and I wouldn't want them to feel like strangers."[/color] [color=a8f9ff]"[i]Anthony James Stark![/i]"[/color] Imogen called out from across the lobby. The blood drained from Myla’s face as a cold chill flooded down her spine like the man had dumped ice down her back. Her body tensed, clutching to Theo’s hand until her knuckles went white. Cold sweats covered her skin and clung to the hair that stood up on the back of her neck. How dare he. How [i]dare[/i] he out her secret identity like it meant nothing. Her head was spinning. She felt somewhere between passing out and blowing a gasket. Whatever poise and politeness she had reserved crumbled to ash as her secret identity went up in flames. [color=962929]"[i]Up[/i] from Manhattan,"[/color] she corrected him with a cold, almost robotic-like tone. [color=962929]"Bridgeport, Connecticut is Northeast of Manhattan. I figured a Stark would know how to read a map."[/color] Myla’s words were sharp like the edge of a blade as her head slowly turned toward the man, her face an expressionless visage of cold, patient rage. [color=962929]"No wonder you’re desperate for allies,"[/color] Myla continued, her voice level and calm, betraying the bitter bite of her words. [color=962929]"I can’t imagine an invasive, judgemental prick like you has many friends."[/color] Without another word, Myla released Theo’s hand and stood up. She left her belongings behind on the sofa as she made her way toward the exit, the deadening silence of the lobby filled with the angry clicks of her heels. [color=962929]"I need air,"[/color] she muttered under her breath as she passed Imogen. As two more people arrived, she slipped through the entrance while a man that smelled like hotel shampoo and brimstone held the door open. [color=962929]"Excuse me. Sorry."[/color] Alfred stopped in the middle of sweeping to offer his hand to her. [color=d6d6d6]"Here, let me help you, Miss."[/color] He didn’t try to stop her or talk her out of leaving, just lended a hand so she wouldn’t fall. [color=962929]"Thank you,"[/color] she whispered with a shaky breath. She took his hand and traversed what glass remained, then slipped her fingers free. Myla’s anger carried her halfway toward the road. She stopped as her breath constricted in her throat and detoured for one of the large flower beds. She lowered herself to sit on the wide concrete wall surrounding the garden. Her hands pressed into her knees with locked elbows and straight arms. She closed her eyes and her head sank between her shoulders as she tried to steady her breathing. The cold cement chilled her thighs through the leather skirt as her heart raced in her chest, dulling her senses. [color=962929]"Fuck,"[/color] she cursed to no one but herself and the wind.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] theo, jim, imogen & james [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fM0vpe0.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=a8f9ff][b]#a8f9ff[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]prism[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/G18buhV][color=808080][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]descendant tower[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=d6d6d6]"Magni Thorson has arrived."[/color] [color=a8f9ff]"Fuck me."[/color] Imogen’s stomach did a summersault as a name she had done her best to purge from her mind, electrified repressed memories. A decade’s old image flashed in front of her eyes of when she was a younger, more naive woman freshly arrived at the academy. She could recall with vivid detail the first time she saw him, as tall as a redwood, built like an ox, with hair as golden as the sun. He looked every bit the God he was. His laugh was contagious, as was his dumb charm. And half of the women within the tower were enthralled, including herself. But unlike the others, she was never one that caught his eye. And now… He just smashed a giant fucking crater thirty feet in front of the academy. A decade older and a decade aged like a fine Asgardian mead, the behemoth of a man approached the tower. Imogen’s gaze traced his body taking note of the longer hair, larger muscles, and… smaller shirt? The ‘I love NY’ tee actually elicited a soft chuckle from her lips as he tossed his hair over his shoulder. He approached the first set of double doors, pushing where he should have pulled causing glass to shatter under his touch with ease. She winced slightly, but couldn’t pry her gaze from him either. [color=00aeef]"Philip! Son of Coul! And Alfred! I had feared I would never again be graced by thy company!"[/color] the Asgardian shouted with glee as he made his way toward the men in question and swept them into a hug. Imogen subconsciously found herself fixing her hair and adjusting her bustier in hopes that [i]maybe[/i]... just maybe the son of Thor would remember her too. Magni turned to face the rest of the room with both men still swept up in his grasp. His gaze lingered on her for no more than a second or two, then moved onto the next person. Not even his thoughts betrayed him, his own vague memories of her were no more than that… vague. He thought she was beautiful, which made her heart flutter slightly, but even so… he didn’t remember her. Whatever confidence Imogen initially had quickly melted away as her welcoming smile faded and her shoulders slumped slightly. She didn’t dare spare a glance toward her brother knowing full well he’d only use it as some ammunition to ruin her day further. Instead she turned her back to the lobby, resting her hands on the receptionist desk as she tried to come to terms with a wave of emotions she had buried away that threatened to resurface. A decade’s old crush forgetting her existence was the least of her concerns… Or it should have been. But between Jim’s inability to contact her first when their father went missing and someone she used to think of fondly not recalling her existence, her struggle with inadequacy was bubbling up in her stomach. [color=00aeef]"Hail, and well met. I am Magni, son of Thor. And I come with a matter of the utmost import."[/color] Imogen glanced back over her shoulder at Magni, getting a glimpse of his wide smile. [color=00aeef]"Have any in your number uncovered, by chance, a hammer on these grounds?"[/color] [color=375a87]"You!"[/color] June gasped. The initial shock startled Imogen enough that she spun around, sparkly diamonds covering her ivory skin like a shield, prepared for whatever hell was about to be unleashed on them. [color=375a87]"That hammer is yours?! Do you have any idea— Oh, when I— I’m going to shove that hammer up your—"[/color] [color=d6d6d6]"Miss Wayne, [i]please,[/i]"[/color] Alfred interjected trying to diffuse the situation. [color=a8f9ff]"Jesus fucking christ,"[/color] Imogen cursed as the prismatic flesh disappeared as quickly as it appeared. As if she wasn’t already on edge enough as it was, her heart raced in her chest as the adrenalin was already coursing through her veins. Of course, Jim had to go all knight in a maroon cardigan and step in front of June, like that was going to do much of anything when he didn’t wear his suit. [color=ed1c24]"Ok, woah. Let's take a moment, June. He's on our side... I think. I don't think a little hot water is going to do much against an extra-dimensional god, no matter how well you aim."[/color] [color=375a87]"His hammer is on the brake pedal of the Batmobile."[/color] Imogen’s gaze drifted from June to Magni with a curious raise of her brows. [i]Had it been there for the past decade?[/i] [color=375a87]"Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have a hammer that weighs a billion pounds sitting on your brake pedal? I’ve been having to use… other vehicles."[/color] [color=d6d6d6]"Is that why there’s bullet holes in my driver's side door?"[/color] Phil asked, looking far less than pleased. [color=375a87]"Well, technically it wasn’t a bullet… Plasma gun, very clean shots. Throwing the coffee would be therapeutic for me, but I’ll reframe,"[/color] June’s voice got more quiet as she shot a glance toward Jim. [color=375a87]"Sorry,"[/color] her voice softened as she directed her attention back to Magni. [color=375a87]"If you could get that thing out of my car, that would be great."[/color] Imogen’s gaze drifted to Jim as she caught him in the cycle of thoughts when he tried to refrain from laughing or the denial when he noticed a fluttering in his chest. [color=ed1c24]"I… can't say I've been through that. Once our rather large friend here graciously removes his toy… I can give the vehicle a once-over."[/color] A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she heard him immediately chastising himself in his mind, wondering why he offered to help when he was so busy or somehow turning the blame back on her? Well, that was uncalled for. It wasn’t her fault if he actually [i]let[/i] himself give into some of his desires. It’s not like him and June haven’t been friends forever and have had lingering thoughts. Imogen wasn’t even around them often and she still noticed. She was just nice enough not to throw her brother’s little [i]crush[/i], or whatever the fuck it was, back in his face… Unless he deserved it. She did her best to let her thoughts wander as Jim and June’s conversation got a bit more intimate in a way where Imogen felt like she was intruding. Even though she loved giving her brother a hard time [i]and[/i] was a telepath, that didn’t mean she wanted to be privy to every conversation and thought. Over the years she had gotten fairly skilled at being able to switch her mind reading on and off like a light, but sometimes it also came with her shutting her ears off as well and letting herself zone out at will. It worked for a bit until she caught some fragments about coffee syrup and the taste of June’s lipstick which led into the faint fantasy of tasting her lips… her tongue… Imogen’s eyes shifted from half glossed over to alert and a bit stunned as her gaze snapped to Jim. She did her best to refrain from smiling, but the little tug at the corner of her lips gave the faintest hint of knowing. What a fucking idiot? All he’d have to do is kiss June and she’d be his, but his dense analytical brain found every angle to a situation besides the right one sometimes. If he didn’t act soon he was going to miss out. June was a catch and he was moving at a corpse’s pace. The crunch of broken glass caught everyone’s attention as their gazes darted toward the entrance. Dipping beneath the broken doorframe a blind woman attempted to traverse Magni’s mess but her male companion took one look at her struggle and swept her right off her feet like he was carrying her over the threshold on their wedding night. [color=ed1c24]"I'm so glad Harry and Sally could make time out of their busy schedules to answer the call,"[/color] Jim bitched in that dry, sardonic way he did when 99% of the world annoyed him for existing. [color=a8f9ff]"Jealous much?"[/color] Imogen snapped at him, giving him that knowing look that said she had been hearing his thoughts and he had no right to lash out at others because he was bitterly alone. Imogen put back on her welcoming, diplomatic smile as the pair entered the lobby and… [i]Theo?[/i] set [i]Myla?[/i] back down. She definitely wouldn’t call them a couple. There was far too much internal turmoil over their whole closeness that whatever they shared lived in the realm of ‘will they, won’t they,’ and it was absolutely adorable. The pair’s thoughts, aside from the whole [i]’Oh my God, this could be a trap,’[/i] were like getting one of those sickly sweet Hallmark romances directly from the source. She’d happily sit in a room with them and watch the romance novel unfold in real time, but unfortunately she didn’t have that luxury. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t check in on them a little more than normal. [color=a8f9ff]"Well would you look at that,"[/color] she said with a sweetly amused grin. [color=a8f9ff]"Chivalry isn’t dead after all. That’s the kind of love women want. Take note TJ. You could learn a thing or two,"[/color] Imogen added, not so subtly, as she pointed at Jim across the room. She smirked as she watched Jim tense and his nostrils flare. Imogen didn’t need to be a telepath to know he wanted nothing more than to snap back with a jab of his own, but he bit his tongue when he knew his thoughts could do the heavy lifting. It was funny how his narrow little mind found a connection between her fashion sense and romantic advice. He was free to take or leave whatever advice she gave him, just like he was free to be a fucking idiot. And not taking your telepathic sister’s advice on romance was definitely idiotic. Imogen pushed off the vacant receptionist’s desk and made her way over to the pair of fresh faces that joined them. She held out her right hand in a friendly greeting, figuring people would only be willing to introduce themselves if she broke the ice first. [color=a8f9ff]"Imogen Frost."[/color] Her head tilted to the side slightly when Magni’s thoughts caught her attention as he mulled over her name, the vague recognition and the thoughts her last name invoked. Then a few words stuck out and created a strange tickle in her stomach… [i]Endearing. Kind.[/i] Her? The juxtaposition between the Godling’s mind and her brother’s was a bit startling, but painted her in a better light, even if he still didn’t remember her. The blind woman reaching around the man brought Imogen’s attention back to the strangers before her. The girl went to accept her proffered hand but pulled away at the sight of a droplet of blood on her own finger. [color=962929]"I—Sorry. I nicked my finger on the glass. I don’t want to get blood on you."[/color] Hearing that, Alfred immediately wandered down the hallway, opened a hidden janitor’s closet and grabbed a broom and dustpan. He slipped past everyone silently to step outside and start cleaning up the mess to the best of his ability. He didn’t want anyone else getting injured, not on his watch. At the woman’s hesitation because of a little nick, Imogen smiled and dipped her hand into her cleavage. Thumb and index finger slipped beneath the white floral fabric and under her breast retrieving a linen handkerchief. She took a step around the protective man to hold out the warm piece of cloth to the woman. [color=a8f9ff]"Think nothing of it, darling. Us women are used to blood,"[/color] she quipped as she took Myla’s hand and shook it gently. [color=962929]"I… Don’t know if I should say my name,"[/color] she admitted while pressing the handkerchief against her finger. [color=feffb5]"Theodore,"[/color] the man introduced himself as he took her hand. [color=feffb5]"You could call her…A, until she feels it’s safe to share her name. Were you the one that sent out the signal?"[/color] Imogen nodded her head in acknowledgement. [color=a8f9ff]"Fair enough. Well, welcome Theodore and Miss A. Hopefully we can gain your trust… In time."[/color] She understood the necessity of secret identities and while none of them had any goals on outing them, the precaution made sense. The pair didn’t know them or their motives. Secret identities didn’t remain secret if you shared them the moment you met someone, hero or otherwise. [i]Bingo,[/i] Jim’s mind rang out like a blaring alarm that grabbed Imogen’s attention and snapped her gaze to him. She shot him a glare that said [i]don’t you fucking dare[/i] but he was already hidden behind those [i]god damn glasses.[/i] He was an immature dick seeking their identities as a distraction from June. Jesus fucking christ, if everytime her brother needed a distraction rather than facing whatever feelings he had about June, they would have no allies left to help them. She could only hope he kept his mouth closed and let her do the talking… [i]as discussed.[/i] [color=feffb5]"Where did the pagers come from? Why did my…where did Spider-Man get his?"[/color] Theodore asked, getting straight to business. Imogen reluctantly peeled her eyes off of Jim and turned her attention back to the new arrivals. [color=a8f9ff]"We sent the signal,"[/color] she waved her hand generally at everyone else. [color=a8f9ff]"Well, everyone but the oaf who broke the door. Sorry about that, by the way. You handled that exceptionally well for a blind woman in heels."[/color] [i]Relatively blind[/i] anyway. The woman’s head was such a sensory overload of sounds, smells, and touches that Imogen had to shut her out to be able to hear anyone else’s thoughts, or just be able to avoid a splitting headache. [color=a8f9ff]"We’re all friends here, right?"[/color] She posed the question toward the tense pair in front of her, Jim, June… [i]Everyone.[/i] She couldn’t ease tensions in two seconds, but she could try to paint the tower as a safe place… [i]hopefully.[/i] The shift in Magni’s thoughts made her pause, turning her head slightly toward him in silence. While her comment was sarcastic and fairly surface level, perhaps her own frustrations at being forgotten made her more vindictive than intended. He rolled through every word that lived in the realm of idiot, each one chipping away at his confidence and esteem as memories of childhood bullying were brought to the forefront of his mind. One single word took him from jovial to feeling no more than an inconvenience. A knot twisted in Imogen’s chest as she tried to swallow back the guilt. She cleared her throat and turned her attention back toward the expectant duo. [color=a8f9ff]"Why don’t you both have a seat while we wait to see if anyone else arrives. I’d rather only go over everything once, if possible."[/color] She attempted a friendly chuckle as she motioned to the plethora of available seating. Once they made their way to a sofa, Imogen pivoted on her heels, turning to face Magni who now looked like a giant pouting golden retriever. She chastised herself for letting a part of her mother slip out of her mouth in that moment. She always tried to be more caring and compassionate than her mom, but sometimes it was still difficult to shake the little pieces of her parents that hooked themselves into her… Similar to how Jim’s harsh sarcasm was a spitting image of their father. But she wanted to be better than Emma Frost, kinder. Imogen hesitantly approached Magni, stepping beside him, facing the wall while he looked forward. Her left hand slowly reached out to rest on his incredibly massive forearm. [color=a8f9ff]"I am sorry."[/color] Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper so only the Asgardian could hear her words. No one else needed to know how she wounded his pride and her own in the slip up. [color=a8f9ff]"I was trying to ease tensions at your expense and that is not ok. You are not an oaf [i]or[/i] an inconvenience. I regret saying it."[/color] She never meant to hurt his feelings and perhaps the remnants of her old crush made the guilt unbearable to the point she was ready to grovel for forgiveness. Magni was a friendly man, from what she recalled, the last thing she wanted was to be the first person on his avoidance list. A loud clap echoed through the lobby, startling her, yet again. Her hand reflexively gripped Magni’s forearm as her head snapped over her shoulder in the direction of the sound, fighting the urge to shift to diamond form… [i]again.[/i] Catching her brother as the culprit, Imogen quickly sifted through the filing cabinets of her brother’s mind trying to find the intention behind his bid for attention. She was too distracted that she didn’t catch it fast enough to stop him before he opened his stupid mouth. [color=ed1c24]"Phil, why don't you get Ms. [b][i]Murdock[/i][/b] and Mr. [b][i]Parker[/i][/b] here some water before we start discussing family matters. They had a long trip down from Manhattan, and I wouldn't want them to feel like strangers."[/color] [i]Stunned,[/i] her jaw dropped. [color=a8f9ff]"[i]Anthony James Stark![/i]"[/color] Imogen turned to face the rest of the room, releasing her hold on Magni’s arm. Her gaze jumped between Jim, then Myla and Theo. The blind woman sat in silence, tense, poised and unmoving. Even through the sensory overload of her mind, Imogen caught glimpses of her rage and the overwhelming dread of being stripped bare in a room full of strangers. She winced and severed the connection, unable to handle the mental load. But not a moment later the woman spoke up. [color=962929]"[i]Up[/i] from Manhattan,"[/color] she corrected him. [color=962929]"Bridgeport, Connecticut is Northeast of Manhattan. I figured a Stark would know how to read a map."[/color] The girl found a flaw in his jab and pried at it with startling equanimity. [color=962929]"No wonder you’re desperate for allies. I can’t imagine an invasive, judgemental prick like you has many friends."[/color] Without another word, Myla stood up and headed for the door. [color=962929]"I need air,"[/color] she whispered toward Imogen as she passed. And who was she to stop her? She wouldn’t blame her for wanting to leave entirely after an act like that. But the belongings, [i]and Theo[/i], left behind led her to think that Myla knew the meeting was important, even with JIm’s absurdly [i]giant[/i] mouth. Imogen rested her hands on her hips as she glared across the room at Jim. [color=a8f9ff]"What the fuck happened to me doing the talking?"[/color] She cocked her head slightly to the side. [color=a8f9ff]"Diplomacy and [i]trust[/i] is how you make allies, Jim. Not this,"[/color] she added, motioning her index finger in a circle at the whole lobby. [color=a8f9ff]"Just because we don’t get the luxury of anonymity does [i]not[/i] give you the right to strip that away from others,"[/color] she scolded him, thoroughly disappointed in his lack of respect for other’s privacy. She sighed and turned her attention toward the newest arrivals, who happened to witness [i]all[/i] of that. Imogen did her best to flash them a welcoming smile, but her patience was waning and frustration rising. Luckily the guy took it upon himself to address the room and skip the awkward formalities. [color=cb6b06]"Jameson Blaze, James. Got the message, so I assume this is the right place?"[/color] [color=a8f9ff]"That is correct. We’re just waiting to see if anyone else arrives,"[/color] she answered with a sigh. [color=cb6b06]"Cool,"[/color] was all James said in response before finding himself a seat. The woman with him lingered behind, searching the room, hoping to find a man named Logan to no avail. Imogen wondered if that was the same Logan who was known as the Wolverine, but she wasn’t going to ask and pour salt into the wound. Instead she remained quiet and let the blonde ask the questions she feared she already knew the answer to. [color=00674f]"I was hoping… Is this everyone that’s arrived?"[/color] Imogen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a sad smile crossed her lips as she knew her answer was not the one the girl sought. [color=a8f9ff]"This is everyone."[/color] [color=00674f]"Oh."[/color] Her voice was soft as her gaze fell to the ground. [color=00674f]"I prefer to go by Aria, I guess I’ll just…wait too."[/color] After the girl went to sit down, Imogen pinched the bridge of her nose, her mind still reeling from the bullshit her brother pulled. [color=a8f9ff]"I need a drink,"[/color] she muttered to no one in particular. She shrugged off her white jacket that hung draped across her shoulders and threw it over the receptionist’s desk. The open back of her semi-transparent bustier revealed a faint, [url=https://imgur.com/T2EHwEo]dainty tattoo[/url] along her spine. It was a thin stem of two roses, one for each parent, and two leafy plants that represented herself and the jackass on the other side of the lobby. Imogen wandered deeper into the tower, turned left down one hallway and right into the lounge. She weaved her way through various chairs, couches, and tables, making her way to the bar. Alcohol was the goal, so she wasn’t going to be picky about what kind. She grabbed the first bottle her eyes settled on, some sort of Polish Vodka. Her thumb slipped into a clean, empty glass, and three fingers into another, pinching them together to carry. It wasn’t long before Imogen returned to the lobby. There was no way she was surviving the meeting without some liquid courage. She didn’t want to drink alone, but there was also no way in hell she was giving her brother alcohol and letting his inhibitions drop further. Instead she wandered over to Magni. She had some groveling to do and if one person in the room could hold their liquor, it was a fucking God. Plus… She could die knowing she at least shared a drink with the son of Thor, if nothing else. During her time at the Academy it was low on her bucket list, compared to… [i]other[/i] things that also involved Magni, but it was there. [color=a8f9ff]"Peace offering?"[/color] Imogen asked while wiggling the empty glasses in front of her slightly. She looked up at the towering man with a friendly, yet apologetic smile. When he seemed amiable to the idea, she set a glass in each of his hands for him to hold. [color=a8f9ff]"I’ll make you a deal, handsome,"[/color] she started as she unscrewed the top off the bottle. [color=a8f9ff]"You forgive me for being an inconsiderate bitch—"[/color] she filled the first glass with far too much vodka, [color=a8f9ff]"—And I’ll forgive you for not remembering me."[/color] She filled the second glass equally as full as the first. Once done, she put the cap back on the bottle and set aside on the nearest table. Imogen took a step toward the thunder Prince himself and reached out to take one of the drinks from his steady hand. [color=a8f9ff]"Deal?"[/color] She lightly clinked her glass against his. [color=a8f9ff]"Cheers."[/color] Then without a second’s hesitation, she chugged the entirety of the glass, not spilling a drop or pausing for a breath. She only pulled the glass from her lips when it was bare aside from the maroon crescent left behind from her rich lipstick.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] everyone in the lobby [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]