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[indent][color=darkgray]Magni's eyes axanned those gathered, making a clear note of names and abilities. Most he was able to recognize and parse by their parentage or association. Daredevil was a hero in Asgard as well as Earth, and he had heard many a tale of his father's arachnid ally from Midgard. Of course, his mind also shifted again to Imogen's alrernate ability... one that impressed him even further. She was more than a mind reader, she was also a warrior. Of course, he was also pleased to be among old friends again.

[Color=a8f9ff]"Think I’ll get a drink… and go for a swim."[/color]

Magni's ears perked up at her suggestion, for he was not one to ignore revelry. She sauntered off, and he turned back towards his old friends. He shifted his gaze between Tobias and Luke. He settled on the sturdier of the two first. Magni charged forward with a few bounding steps and scooped Luke up in his arms with a tight hug, squeezing with more force than he would any normal mortal. He let loose a thunderous laugh before saying, [Color=00aeef]"Lucian! 'Tis good to see thee again."[/color] He set the man back down quickly, and turned his gaze towards Tobias. He bellowed, [color=00aeef]"Tobias! Great portents are these, to find friends in times of despair... I had hoped to find the both of thee. Please... thou must accompany me to partake in libations and to wade in friendly waters."[/color] His invitation was warm and sincere, as his words often were. [Color=00aeef]"Settle thyselves first, but do not tarry."[/color]

He left them to check out their rooms at their leisure, but he had no need for that. He had not brought anything with him that he needed to stow, and he needed not to change. He desired another drink and some fine company. He had marked Imogen's instructions: first a right, then a... hmm, no, that was not it. Left then right? That seemed to do the trick, for Magni knew the bar well. Its magic was legendary. [Color=00aeef]"Ghost of the bar... I demand a pitcher of thy finest beer!"[/color] He approached the nearest spot at the bar, and watched in anticipation. The countertop split apart, and on a pedestal worthy of a god rose his beverage. He lifted the pitcher with ease, and proceeded to continue parsing his way through the labyrinth to find his way towards the outdoors.

It took him longer than he would have liked to find the pool. He opened the doors to the patio with a single, restrained shove. As he did, his eyes had immediately captured the beautiful siren he had been chasing. She was resting at the edge of the pool, partaking in her drink whilst gazing at the sea. Magni approached slowly, noticing she had disrobed partially near a set of lounge chairs. He set the pitcher down, admiring the view for a moment before he spoke, [Color=00aeef]"Thou should see the glistening coast of Alfheim. The waters reflect a prismatic hue that mesmerizes any soul who dares to gaze upon its beauty."[/color] His tone was wistful, his eyes seeming to stare at something beyond the horizon. His mind drifted to a a particular castle, and then a chamber in its halls. He cut the memory there, wishing not to dwell on such things.

Midgard looked just as breathtaking.

He removed his shirt with some effort and struggle, the sound of tearing fibers making clear that some of the stitching had ripped. He tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair, and quickly began unbuttoning his jeans. He kicked off his boots and slid them down, revealing a set of black tights that left very little to the imagination. He did not look to see if she was watching, but his thoughts made clear that he hoped she was. He plucked his pitcher of beer from its place, and  stepped up to the edge of the pool where Imogen rested. [Color=00aeef]"May I join thee?"[/color] He sipped from the pitcher directly, gulping down a couple mouthfuls before pulling it away for a breath of air. His thoughts were of their conversation before the meeting, and also burned with curiosity on what other skills and talents this woman had at her disposal.

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[hr]Location: Descendant's Tower - Pool
Interactions: Imogen Frost, Lucian Rogers, Tobias Lensherrer
Mentions: Myla, Theo