"You'll see."
"Heh, you're about to find out."
With that, the Sons of Odin begin working on their respective snow sculptures.
"At this point, I'm surprised Jack Frost and his companion Glacies haven't joined us yet."
"I actually met Miss Glacies shortly after I arrived here in the Arena," Miles admitted as he sculpted one of the larger houses, "She was really nice and she had this amazing ice palace. From what I gathered, she seems to care about Jack a great deal..." He would leave it at that as he knew anymore would be getting too personal.
A thought then occurred to him, "Hey, you two wouldn't happen to have run into a demon who goes by the name Jack Frost, would you? Looks like a miniature snowman with a blue cap?"
Loki raises an eyebrow, wondering how Miles could've read his thoughts, then shrugs.
"Yes, theirs is... a long story, to put it mildly."
"Actually, Loki and I have met this ice demon you speak of here, though those encounters were quite some time ago," Thor answers. "I can't help wondering where he's been since then."
Once they've finished their respective sculptures, the brothers step back. Noticeably, Loki's appears to be a Frost Giant whereas Thor's is a replica of Asgard's royal palace.
Botar appears on the streets of New Los Angeles, seemingly searching for something or someone.
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New Los Angeles
Botar might just notice Pietro
◊ leaning against a nearby streetlight, checking something on his phone.
When he spots him, he immediately approaches, until he's standing right next to him, not saying a word.
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"Wow..." Miles stared in awe at the sculptures, "You guys seem to have had a lot of practice with ice sculptures..."
Upon spotting Botar, Pietro looks up from his phone and raises an eyebrow.
"Alright, what's Pseudo need me for this time? Wait, let me guess: it's got something to do with those fill-in-the-blank Assassin plans."
"Well, I am part-Frost Giant myself."
"Thank you, but I don't think it's any sort of masterpiece."
Loki then snaps his fingers, as if suddenly remembering something, before looking to the others.
"I just recalled that I have several things that require taking care of. So... I suppose I'll be seeing you all later."
And with that, he proceeds to take his leave.
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He shakes his head.
"Unfortunately, no progress has been made on that yet. We have a guest amongst us who knows you. They wish to remain anonymous for now. I'm here to bring you to them, if you allow me."
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"See ya," Miles waved as he left before turning back to Thor, "So, if you don't mind me asking, what's the last thing you recall before you ended up here?"
His interest now piqued, Pietro pockets his phone.
"Heh, let's not keep whoever the hell this mystery guest is waiting, then."
Thor fixes Miles with an inquisitive look.
"As in, when I arrived in the Arena for the first time ever, or when I came here today?"
"The former." Miles confirmed as he watched his two alien friends slither among the tiny buildings, pretending to act like giant monsters.
"Alright, but Pseudo told me to remind you, fighting inside the base is not allowed. Those rules apply to members and guests alike."
He then teleports the both of them into the hallway before the main monitor room, though a bit closer to the room than usual. Pilly's voice is already audible, alongside another, someone she's talking to.
One that Pietro might find familiar, even if he probably won't recognize it immediately.
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Divine Burden
Loki's in the forests of Primordia, alone, casually juggling knives while singing something in Norse.
—
Ninth's on space skype with Sarah in the hotel.
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Walking past her room is the blonde boy, who's muttering softly in pain and annoyance as he's holding his cheek.
Something's dripping from the hand he's holding his cheek with.
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"...Well, that definitely wasn't an ominous hint."
Once inside the base, Pietro heads down the hallway and into the monitor room, where he addresses whoever the mystery guest might be.
"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but there's no law keeping you from meeting me face-to-face outside."
"Ooooh... it's been so long since that day, I'm not sure I even remember anymore."
"Wow...you must've been here a long time if you got trouble even remembering..." Miles commented in awe as he gently tossed a ball of snow between his hands, "So, any crazy events that've happened here you can recall?"
Divine Burden
She gently knock on his door after hearing it.
"Sorry Sarah, I'm going to be busy."
"That's fine, so will I." she says. "Take care !"
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
After Pietro's spoken up, Pilly
◊ looks at him, as does the guest, who is someone he most likely never expected to see again.
It's Chara
◊, who looks nervous upon seeing Pietro again, slinking a bit closer to Pilly.
Having only just walked inside, he glances back at the door when it's knocked on. He slowly opens it, a little wary, but seems to calm down a little when he sees it's Ninth.
"O-oh, hey miss Neuff.", he says, still holding onto his cheek.
Now that he's standing in front of Ninth, she'll be able to see the source of the dripping.
There's blood on his cheek, and it's running down the hand that's pressed against it.
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Divine Burden
She cut the call and then look a bit horrified.
"Ho no ! What happened to your cheek ?"
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
He glances away.
"I, um... I cut myself by accident.", he says, sounding meek and ashamed about it. "I came here to look for disinfectant because I couldn't find a pharmacy in this place."
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Divine Burden
"It's alright, I have some healing gadgets on me." she says, checking her pockets and pulling out a small green fluid;
Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.
Unsurprisingly, the look on Pietro's face is one of pure shock when he realizes just who the mystery guest was.
"Whoa, what the hell?!"
He takes a moment to get over the initial surprise, then narrows his eyes, casting a suspicious look at Chara as a hand falls to Galaxia's hilt.
"Alright, someone'd better tell me what this little psycho's doing here now! I know Pseudo's the master of making questionable choices, but even he should've been able to see through that phony niceness. Hell, I still remember when the kid screamed about murdering someone just for throwing a goddamn pie at him!"
"Plenty. I imagine we'd be here for quite a long time if I went over them all."
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"Yeah, and I don't want to take away all your time either," Miles admitted as he watched the two sisters playing together which brought a small smile to his face, "...I took another human being's life and that's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my days...but seeing these two together and happy...I can't say I regret it."
The two sisters cheered before leaping out of Miles arms and returning to their fun. Miles took a seat near them and started trying to build a small village out of snow. "What you two planning on making?"