Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20191027214917/@comment-2600:8807:1100:84D:886F:46ED:F628:FEFF-20191104010143

I can start now, if you’d like.

Loki tilted his head slightly in mild confusion as he stood up from where he sat. He certainly wasn’t at Hogwarts anymore. No, he knew he was in the Lost Cities, but why? He recalled being in the middle of explaining to a group of witches and wizards that they were elves before everything had gone dark. Something was amiss here. When he observed his surroundings, he noted that he was in Atlantis, and no one seemed to think he was out of place. His appearance was a bit odd, looking all human and everything, but nobody questioned it. The elves in the Lost Cities would’ve questioned his human-like looks, but they seemed to treat it fairly normally. This was the Lost Cities, yes, but not his Lost Cities. This was a problem, and Loki Noda did not like having to deal with problems.

-Loki