Summary:Loki comes to Amora seeking information on Olympians on Midgard Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Loki is definitely in and out of the embassy more and more, the longer the potential danger to Asgard and his brothers remains. Which means…dressing more like a prince. He's in his green tunic today, a fine, royal ensemble that bespeaks of his royal status, without being armor. He raps on Amora's door.
On the second knock, the door flies open on it's own, and some drapery flutters dramatically while Amora… rather mundanely stands at her desk, peering at some parchment which she closes as she sees you, giving a typically lovely smile. "My Prince; an honor to see you again." She says with a short sweeping bow… which she doesn't hold for very long. "Matters have been a bit… mad since we last spoke."
"That is of interest to hear. I secured Dr. Strange for our mediation with the Psejdet. Now all we need is to have the meeting. /He/ thinks it sounds like the Tuatha…" Loki still hasn't decided, appparently, who he thinks it truly is.
Amora arches one brow - the second time she's heard of this so called 'Sorceror Supreme' - and presses her lips together briefly. Far by it from the Enchantress to feel threatened by a mere earth wizard, but his name seems to be getting a lot of play lately. Buuut that couldn't be where she's coming from, surely.
Regardless she taps her chin with one finger with the hand still holding the parchment, and hums softly. "The list ever groweth, hmm? Speaking of which…" Amora traces her finger through the air in a wide circle, leaving behind a trail of green light, then flicks the middle of it with her finger, sending it against the wall where it temporarily replaces whatever else was on that wall - information and Scarab blueprints mostly - with a proverbial blank canvas. "… You wanted to know of the Olympians on Midgard."
Loki comes on into the room and folds his hands behind his back as he looks around to see what spells she might be up to in here, based on the ingredients she has laying about. "Yes…did you find some here, in New York?" Green eyes look the woman up and down.
It appears Amora doesn't keep anything TOO scandalous in plain view of the space where people are in and out all the time - a cauldron here, some subtly organized animal ingrediants kept out of the way there, a discreet small portrait of Thor?! - but anything can be used for mischief with some creativity!
"A number, actually." She says, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly. As she speaks, faces and names begin to appear on the wall, as long as rough listing of their known locations, "I discovered that Apollo and dear Artemis come here somewhat often; though they are usually moonlighting as-" she shrugs her shoulders, "-Socialites?-" she drops her shoulders, "-in Albany. Hermes is actually well embedded on Midgard, he seems to have involved himself with a number of distribution networks. Again, he can turn up most anywhere, but he's been seen in New York often enough."
She frowns and turns to face Loki, "Others come and go, but don't seem to have set up shop here. That said… I've strong reason to believe that Phobos, son of Ares, IS active in this city, which IS cause for concern."
Amora waves her hand and the images part in two directions to reveal the Scarab blueprints behind them. "As I've reported, the Scarabs appearing in this city are… 'programmed'" she seems to chew on the unfamiliar word. Earth technology. "with symbols invoking and drawing power from a wide range of deities." She looks at Loki again severely. "They draw from several disparate Pantheons, but… Phobos and Deimos of Olympus are among them." With another wave of her hand the two halves of the image listing the Olympian gods recombine, and Amora sits on the edge of her desk. "… I don't have to tell you that's concerning." She sighs. "That is all I've been able to uncover, however."
"Phobos…" he looks for the image of the man so he can see what the Olympian looks like. "God of Light…the perfect sort to be…competative with Baldur. I would say that these attacks attack him the most of all." Loki taps one finger on the side of his leg. "This is excellent work, and it is much appreciately. Now, we must find Phobos…and have a chat." A wicked grin slices his face. "I just knew it was the Olympians…because the tuatha monster was used."
Despite herself, Amora can't help a pleased smile seeing the eagerness in Loki, answering his praise with, "You honor me, My Liege." her smile turning to a grin as she crosses her legs idly. "I'll turn my resources towards his discovery. Perhaps Asgard will have it's glory on Midgard after all~"
Loki lifts his hand. "I can help you. I have a particular talent for locating people. We may even be able to spy on him for a time. How did you find out that he was here in New York?" he asks curiously, approaching her cauldron to see if it has water in it already.
"I would be grateful." Amora says pleasantly. The cauldron feels like it's seen use recently, but does not have water in it now. Of course, Amora appears with an ornate pitcher and gingerly begins to pour water into the cauldron. "Everyone leaves a trail of some kind." She explains enigmatically. "Our dear Phobos is half mortal, or so it's told. Wether he has the protection of his people or not, Knowing his symbol from the scarabs drawing from him, I've been able to detect him. Sense him. But pinpointing him…" she grimaces slightly, "… seeing him. That has been a challenge so far." She finishes pouring what water is needed and steps back, curious to see what Loki intends.
Loki holds his hand over the basin. "You say you can sense him? Yes…the next time that you sense him…let me know…and we will work our magic together and find him." Loki insists.