@madeformischief [ LOCATION: NYU | OFFICE OF PROFESSOR SVALBARD, SPECIALIST OF NORDIC FOLKLORE ]
Quaint - that’s the descriptor that primarily crosses the engineer’s mind, hands slipping into his pockets as steely eyes calculatingly linger over weathered books whose means of preservation were somewhat diminishing in their gradual decay. Momentary bleakness aside, it was a nice space ( well, certainly nicer than Jane Foster’s office in his opinion ), a plethora of well-placed degrees and awards vying for visual attention within the area. They contend with the sheer expanse of a draped tapestry, a harrowing prophecy depicted that scarcely elicits a reaction from Beck, unmoved by the severity of its ramifications - Ragnarok.
The tapestry aside, the engineer entertains himself in the duplicity so elaborately laid out within the room, trinkets echoing a life that teetered upon a lie ( he could appreciate a well-kept ruse nonetheless ) - having been extensively researching the Warlock’s Eye, a particular ‘professor’ had been flagged up, his team surveilling the man only to reveal that not all was what it seemed... Turning round to meet the other’s gaze, Quentin offers a mirthless grin with a cocky raise of his brow, taking a moment to justify the visit. “What can I say, I’m a big fan of your previous, heh, work...”
