MarinaNova Asylum

[when he realizes that Thor is gone - 'returned', as happens sometimes to inmates - he sets out from the Avengers' house, heading toward the library with the vague idea that he will find something bizarre and interesting to read about to distract himself.

He walks with his head down, but his eyes are perfectly dry. He can just imagine how disgusted Ikol would be if he cried at something like this. It's not like he's living in a place where everyone hates his guts and Thor was the only thing standing between him and several beatings, anymore.

Still. Even if he wasn't 'his' Thor he was a Thor, Loki's big, golden, comforting brother. And now he's gone.]

[ angel's taken his quest to get the hell out of dodge a step further, currently located at a back table of the library with a notebook, pen, and pile of books. there's several pages of notes and scribbles already adorning the notebook's pages, things he's pulled from memory, but some of it's incomplete and a large portion of it is presently just not doable under these conditions. which was frustrating, considering he had clients back at wolfram & hart who jumped dimensions through pan-dimensional doorways all the time, people who flitted back and forth between one reality and the net as if it were as simple as leaving one room and entering another. he refused to believe there wasn't some way around whatever the wardens and their higher ups (as he was certain they weren't at the top of this prison chain; a big brother type was watching, they always were). there was always a loophole, it was just a matter of finding the damned thing. ]

...sacrifice a couple of nuns, godking whose powers may or may not work -- thank you, me... [ dropping the pen, angel leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. nerfing illyria's powers? good idea at the time, but if she were here, that ability to hop across worlds would come in handy. ]

This is getting me nowhere.