towerofanimus | 01 - That's great, it starts with a Q&A, smog and sky, a dark tower...

Characters: Loki and hopefully someone else, otherwise this log? Pretty sad.
Setting: Floor Four.
Format: I'm fine with either.
Summary: After the Q&A session, Loki is looking for things. The big one's seeing if he can spot a tree outside, but people to pepper with questions also is on the to-find list.
Warnings: Only that I like terrible puns and so if the thread ends without me finding a way to make one I'd be surprised.

He wished that one of the windows could open. Loki had even tried them all, finding no latches, no hinges, nothing which indicated that they could. If they could, for now at least the method of opening them was beyond his ken. For now. Not that Loki was sure, yet, what he'd do if they could. After all, his brother was the one who could fly, not him.

Thor...the fact that he had yet to show up worried him. Was he dead? Possibly, but that didn't worry him terribly much. Dead meant little. The reason Loki was here now, standing in a glass cage, was because his elder-self had died at least twice that he knew about and managed to come back from the dead. They all had died at some point. But missing meant more.

Like how Yggdrasil was missing. To be fair it had been given a fixed position by Thor (where was he?), and so it could simply be somewhere else on this world. But then there was Canada and the fact she found it odd...granted, on Midgard, Yggdrasil was in Oklahoma, and Loki knew that qualified as the middle of nowhere as the people of Midgard were concerned. But it was hardly subtle. Even if she hadn't seen it in person, she'd have seen a picture somehow...right?

Questions. He had no answers and many questions, such as, said in a bit of a sigh, "Is there really nothing out there besides clouds?" So far the answer to that appeared to be 'no,' and he likely was wasting his time, but still leaned against the walls for just a bit longer in the hopes of seeing something. A branch of the world tree, maybe, or birds, or maybe a bit of weather. Thunder, maybe.

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"Nothing but clouds."

Castiel appeared with an almost-quiet flap of his invisible wings, glancing at Loki curiously. "Hello."

"Ah, hello," he replied, returning the curious glance with one of his own. Loki briefly considered throwing in a sir but decided against it in the same moment: he really didn't know the other man and couldn't tell if he'd be the sort to warm up to that sort of thing...and it wasn't Loki's style to 'sir' random people without a good reason. "It is a rather bleak view, is it not?"

"It is rather disconcerting," the angel replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Being confined in the tower is slowly getting to him, and he can't even leave his vessel for some reason or another. It must be the collar.

"And not only is the view disconcerting, so seems everything else in this tower. The lack of answers, the food..." Loki decided, turning towards the other man: he was far more interesting than the unchanging view. (Not that the view offered competition, really.) "Have you found an exit yet?"

Castiel shook his head slowly, looking at the ground and the window before looking at Loki. "There is no way out yet. I have looked through every book in the library, checked every corner for a crack. Nothing."

"Our saviors," Loki replied, though 'captors' or 'collectors' had sprung to mind as more accurate noun choices, "are quite prepared. At least in this regard."

But that way, at least for the time being, led to redundancy. And so, with a slight polite nod, as he seemed the sort who would appreciate it, Loki added, "My name is Loki. It's a pleasure to meet you, though I rather wish the circumstances were different."

"The beings in charge have no reason to keep us here," the angel growled, head held high before he nodded slightly, acknowledging Loki's nod. "I am Castiel."

It was an interesting name. There was something familiar to it, to its cant, something that Loki felt that he should rememb-- oh, wait, yes, when he was France he cheated a tourist from Switzerland out of her money. That was it. However, the municipality and the gentleman in question likely had little in common.

"Likely not, which brings up the question of why they are keeping us in here. Of course, for all we know, the clouds outdoors might be toxic and kill us all in an instant."

Castiel continued to look outside, as if to find an exit, an opening, whatever it was that could help them escape, before he shook his head and walked past Loki.

"I have heard that they employ window washers out of some of the inhabitants here." And him, a janitor. Of all jobs, he had to be a janitor, in a trenchcoat. Great. "If the clouds outside this tower is toxic, they would have died now."

This caught Loki's attention. (Not that it wasn't already caught, but it was the difference between his attention wearing a collar and a leash, and his attention having a full body harness, its legs tied up, it being stuck in a wooden box with wheels, and a leash.) He perked up, more or less.

"Really! Do you know who they are? I'd love to know what it was like outside." Or, more importantly, how they got outside.

Of course, there wasn't much he could do just yet about it (and if their captors were malicious making a great deal of rope wasn't the most subtle thing in the world), but having a way outside was good to know.

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