(Symaro) Welcome to the Shrine of Odin. As majestic as it'd always been, resplendent aged oak, massive walls with a towering ceiling and gold accepts wherever possible. Truly is the king of the gods revered and beloved by his worshippers, especially were one to take a good long look at the giant golden statue crowning this magnificent temple. Exceeeeeeept... there sprawled out around Odin's shoulders was... a figure. Little more than a shady silhouette. Distinctly humanoud and garbed in some unexpected attire. Looks like Loki had done some upgrading to his fashion sense since arriving here. His lanky figure was garbed in a long void-black cotton coat, a deep-shaded purple undershirt and well-fitted dresspants below the waist. To those most perceptive, they may notice the patterned silver embroidery gracing the figure's chest. With one hand resting atop the statue's head and his legs crossed with one foot swinging nonchalantly off the side, the figure's piercing gaze lazily ganders towards the party, a bone-chilling fiendish smile tugging at those thin lips immediately after. Elsewise, silence...

(Fenris) Fenris saunters into the great hall, taking in the Norse style. He is dressed in the finery of a century ago, wearing a coat, waistcoat and dapper bowler hat, along with a rather staggering mustache.

The burly tanuki taps up the aisle with his cane, more a style thing than anything else, and stops to lean on it, looking thoughtfully up at the statue of Odin and its malevolent, mischievous accessory, a pleasant little smile on his round face.

(Junes) walking in casually a hoodie wearing chimeric hissah entered the hall curious about the tricksters meeting. Seeing the tanuki they waved and walked towards them

(Chessly) From the entrance shuffles out a small cat-boy dressed up in a lab coat with suspenders buttoned up from top to bottom. He looks like a box dragging itself across the floors of the hall. Every step the feline takes towards the statue of Odin the cat's paw grips his notepad tighter and tighter, with one gulp Chessly eyes look up to the man in dark garbs.

Sticking close right behind the Tanuki, and the chimera the cat gives a wave to the God of Mischeif.

(Symaro) For a while, the figure simply continues lazing about upon its father's statue, gaze meandering back towards the ceiling. "How absolutely droll." Comes a hissing voice, strangely deep yet accented in ways as though spoken through the maw of a snake. Loki's words are eloquent, his pronunciation impeccable, his accent exotic in a profound way, yet his words so clear that in all likelyhood even the deaf could understand him. "Aaaaall that effort to invite me over and the first real company I get are the fun police..." He twirls his hand in Symaro's direction. "...Tanuki's favored lapdog..." the gesture then lazily flits towards Fenris "...a kitsune..." one finger flits towards Junes "...and a normie." He finishes off with a gesture towards Chessly. "Dad would be disappointed." He faux-pouts and pats the statue on the head "But I shan't be shedding a single care, you little things are so... interesting." He follows up with a sharp cackling laugh more befitting a goblin than anything else.

(Fenris) Fenris raises his hat and bows when he is mentioned. "Greetings, Loki, Laufeyson," he says amiably, "Your invitation was unexpected, but welcome. It is always a pleasure to meet a supernatural of your stature."

He sets his hat back upon his head and returns to leaning on his cane, watching the trickster god, the thoughts behind his little smile a mystery.

(Junes) Junes looks up at the god but seeing a familiar feline smiled at them with a nod before dropping it and turning back to the famous trickster with a shrug saying "gotta take what you can get, but before questions should we assume this is just an interview or something different?"

(Chessly) Chessly's eyes study every movement Loki does with caution, then quickly the cat's nervousness diffuses once the man's mouth opens up. Fun police? Boring? And Interesting? These were definitely not what the cat expected to hear, but having judgement passed on him gave the cat a sense of safety. Doing a small bow the boy introduces himself. "Please to meet you Loki! My name is Chessly! Sorry for being such a bore on my first impressions!"

Putting the pencil to paper the feline's interviewing process starts, "I've got a few questions, and I heard you were willing to answer them...the nanites do they affect you? Can I take you home to study that body of yours?" The boy's tail sweeps at the floor brimming with excitement at being able to finally satisfy his burning curiosity about the gods. Shuffling closer to the statue, he tries to get a closer look at the god, his cat-eyes dilate, taking in every single detail of Loki's appearance.