Malekith presented himself upon the repairing city of New York, remnants of energy present that had been left over from the battle before hand. Clad in prestige armour and marching his way through the city, he observed as the place had been well cleared and repairs had made the city liveable in again. Piercing green eyes would scan the surroundings as Malekith looked for anything of value. Malekith was no thief, but if he had to use this opportunity to kill those who would stand before his goals then he would do so without hesitation.

Malekith was outsider in these lands and as such he was viewed as such. Strangers looked upon him with faces of confusion, however Malekith paid no attention to the lower filth of the world. They were all inconsequential insects compared to his might. Malekith wanted more, more to do, more to gain. Malekith with his sword sheathed proceeded to present himself upon the city, perhaps he would find something interesting to gain from any interactions.

Malekith minding his own business took Gaze upon a strange individual who proceeded to approach him. The stranger gave off a much more different aura then those of others around them. Malekith stopped in his tracks as he guessed the individual was about to interact with him. "You're a little late, pal. Rest of 'em have gone and fucked off back to the holes they crawled out of.", The stranger would say to Malekith, holding a very neutral stance. Loosening up his shoulder's, Malekith would turn his body towards the stranger. Malekith's height was ever present, and the strange armour he wore followed his movements with no looseness.

"Those Hell-dogs were nothing but mindless fodder, using what little intellect they had to make excuses for their cause of attack. I never had any intention of helping this mindless city without good cause or benefit", Malekith would answer towards the stranger. Moving his hand to point at the stranger, he would make a scowl towards the man.

"So what thought process could you have had to interact with me? Surely your curiosity is too large for your own good?", Malekith would Ask as he placed himself slowly closer to the individual.

The Stranger Shrugged at Malekith's response, and a smile began to paint itself across his face. "That so? You don't strike me as the kinda cat that'll wear his full battle gear just to go on a walk. Kinda begs the question yeah? You can call me curious all ya want, but what are you out here looking for, big guy?"

If Malekith's face could convey a smile, this would be the moment he world do so. However a giggle of bellowing laughter would find itself burst out. Malekith's piercing gaze would intensify, and he would proceed to hold out his arm. "Battle Gear? What a tale you'd like to know?", Malekith would say thrusting his arm downwards, which would create mass of wind pressure to make its way from his position.

"So what would be my reasoning for going on a stroll in the middle of a city where I stand out? Well... I could simply say power or I could simply say to look for remains or trinkets. However I'm sure both those answers would be unsatisfying without detail. Tell you what? I'll answer your questions if you answer mine, not that I have much to gain from this interaction", Malekith would say as he scanned the area around then with his eyes.

"I'm not going to deny that an individual such as myself isn't interesting, but what are you doing here? If I've taken such an interest in your eyes then we must be in some way similar. Perhaps 'advent' as they call it?"

Malekith would tense his shoulders and his posture would stay impeccably stable as he placed his arms by his sides.