[the -- condolence? -- catches him a little off-guard, but also makes him smile, a bit]
[and in no time at all, Magnus will emerge into the dirt-and-grime streaked subway of Maurtia Falls, trailing his hand idly across ripped posters and anti-imPort graffiti. it occurs to him, stupidly, that... he never asked what train he should take, or what stop he was supposed to get off on. he watches the trains, wondering what he's supposed to do. supposes, like with most Godly things, it'll sort of sort itself out in the most jarring way possible]
[so Magnus waits, in ripped flannels and army jacket, in dingy black sneakers, hands on the straps of his ratty backpack, for another Goddess of the Underworld to come tell him what's up]
action's fine by me! let me know if this isn't ok :o
[and in no time at all, Magnus will emerge into the dirt-and-grime streaked subway of Maurtia Falls, trailing his hand idly across ripped posters and anti-imPort graffiti. it occurs to him, stupidly, that... he never asked what train he should take, or what stop he was supposed to get off on. he watches the trains, wondering what he's supposed to do. supposes, like with most Godly things, it'll sort of sort itself out in the most jarring way possible]
[so Magnus waits, in ripped flannels and army jacket, in dingy black sneakers, hands on the straps of his ratty backpack, for another Goddess of the Underworld to come tell him what's up]