Contriver gives the flamboyant clone a slightly intrigued look; He never thought, within over five-thousand years of life, that he would hear any incarnation of himself say he’d rather not kill someone if he had to. “I suppose, if you’d rather not get your hands too dirty…it would prove useful.”
The trickster paused, allowing the clones’ inquiry before responding. “I have a vague idea of the layout; Nothing perfectly detailed, but it’ll do.”
He shrugs his shoulders, not really caring about the sassy clone at this point. He only wanted to focus on the matters at hand. He wanted to make Alfheim tremble, he wanted them to feel their wrath and their power and to fear them. And then there was the bigger picture, Yggdrasil… Though they were only on the second realm, the excitement for what was to come was starting to swell within him. He became elated with the thought of being an absolute ruler. Finally he would have the power he so deserved. Finally he would rule. Finally Thor would kneel at his feet and beg for his mercy. Oh how he reveled in these thoughts.
He turns his attention back to Contriver upon hearing him speak. “Yes, a general idea should be fine.”
“Alright, so, then, like, what’s the layout?” the clone asked, getting frustrated. It was taking longer than he had thought and he was totally missing out on Blue Oyster’s fab gay scene. “I want to get it done already,” he whined. “Can’t we just get ghetto fierce, sneak inside, get the king and queen and be done with it already? I mean, you guys are acting like we have to be ninjas or something, dear god.” He glared at RavenChaos, who clearly thought nothing of him, and gave an almost glare at Contriver. “We’ve been here, slogging through forest, and we haven’t even got a plan?” He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his upper arm and looked away, exasperated.