[The familiar presence of the city loomed over Tyki as he stepped outside of House Loki. With a trickle of voices here and there around him along with the ones he did and didn't want to hear, he was already suppressing the given Loki power for the time being to wane a growing headache. Even flirting with the welcome maid inside with a promise if she met him in his room that night that it would be one she'd never forget, did not settle that sinking feeling within his stomach. Dressed in his long white Noah coat with black slacks, he hadn't stayed inside for long. Outside where he could feel the air and the city itself pressing down on him, he wanted to take another look but taking a step forward was all the evidence he needed to confirm that he was back in Asgard. That step should have taken him up into the air to get a better look from above.
Hand into his pocket, a cigarette was pressed to his lips and he lit it easily. Only then did his hand move out to the wall beside him to allow his fingers to stretch over the building's grooves. His hand would not move through it. Tilting his head towards the nearest reflection of a window he noted the dark eyes with hints of gold and his blatant stigmata barely visible against the brownish grey Portuguese skin. His white side and his black side had blended again just like the first time he was brought here.]
So I'm back in this city...
The Bank of Dvalin:
[Finding out that all the money, rewards and items he had earned from his hard work the last time he was here months ago was suddenly gone was aggravating on Tyki's part. While he didn't mind the never-ending supply of food and comforts of the Free Housing, Tyki had many vices such as cigarettes and wine that he loved to partake in. He had complained but was only shown the door. Apparently all of his belongings and money had either disappeared and/or transferred to someone close to him. There was no telling where it was now. He wasn't one to beg as he strayed deeper into his Black side than the hobo life persona of his White life at the moment but standing outside of the Bank, he'd lean into a nearby bench to consider his options.
Don't mind that he looks so annoyed. He might just perk up with a smile at anyone passing in and out.] Be charitable and buy someone down on their luck a little lunch, hmm?
Draupnir, Freyr District:
[Freyr was just about the only god that Tyki could even consider coming close to liking even if his disdain for them all remained a high constant. In truth he wouldn't have even approached him on a caravan that one day had he not been assigned to the strike team with Dirk and Sophie to retrieve the god's soul ages ago. He wasn't exactly looking for him and only enjoyed the art and the music. It was simply good taste. There was always something going on in this place and while he wasn't wearing the proper attire for someone visiting an opera, he listened in on the music. It would at least help with his sour mood.]
Tyki Mikk | Day 414 | Loki
[The familiar presence of the city loomed over Tyki as he stepped outside of House Loki. With a trickle of voices here and there around him along with the ones he did and didn't want to hear, he was already suppressing the given Loki power for the time being to wane a growing headache. Even flirting with the welcome maid inside with a promise if she met him in his room that night that it would be one she'd never forget, did not settle that sinking feeling within his stomach. Dressed in his long white Noah coat with black slacks, he hadn't stayed inside for long. Outside where he could feel the air and the city itself pressing down on him, he wanted to take another look but taking a step forward was all the evidence he needed to confirm that he was back in Asgard. That step should have taken him up into the air to get a better look from above.
Hand into his pocket, a cigarette was pressed to his lips and he lit it easily. Only then did his hand move out to the wall beside him to allow his fingers to stretch over the building's grooves. His hand would not move through it. Tilting his head towards the nearest reflection of a window he noted the dark eyes with hints of gold and his blatant stigmata barely visible against the brownish grey Portuguese skin. His white side and his black side had blended again just like the first time he was brought here.]
So I'm back in this city...
The Bank of Dvalin:
[Finding out that all the money, rewards and items he had earned from his hard work the last time he was here months ago was suddenly gone was aggravating on Tyki's part. While he didn't mind the never-ending supply of food and comforts of the Free Housing, Tyki had many vices such as cigarettes and wine that he loved to partake in. He had complained but was only shown the door. Apparently all of his belongings and money had either disappeared and/or transferred to someone close to him. There was no telling where it was now. He wasn't one to beg as he strayed deeper into his Black side than the hobo life persona of his White life at the moment but standing outside of the Bank, he'd lean into a nearby bench to consider his options.
Don't mind that he looks so annoyed. He might just perk up with a smile at anyone passing in and out.] Be charitable and buy someone down on their luck a little lunch, hmm?
Draupnir, Freyr District:
[Freyr was just about the only god that Tyki could even consider coming close to liking even if his disdain for them all remained a high constant. In truth he wouldn't have even approached him on a caravan that one day had he not been assigned to the strike team with Dirk and Sophie to retrieve the god's soul ages ago. He wasn't exactly looking for him and only enjoyed the art and the music. It was simply good taste. There was always something going on in this place and while he wasn't wearing the proper attire for someone visiting an opera, he listened in on the music. It would at least help with his sour mood.]