"Heey, if it isn't Malzy!" Loki once again seems to simply be thrust into existence beside the prophet, once purple eyes now gleaming a fiery orange. His hair seemed to burn and crackle, yet no heat came of it.
"I was hanging around Piltover, but I guess now I'm here." He commented casually, admiring his ringed fingers. "This Harrowing stuff is fun. What about you?" He prodded at Malzahar, catlike eyes staring intently, prying. askmalzy










