The two met up with a carefree, dark-skinned woman, who immediately noticed Rose and took an appraising glance up and down.

"Well, two weeks, your morals lasted longer than most did. At least she's good-looking, though, and, for that matter, doesn't even look like she came from the street." She took a gulp of alcohol from a large jug she was carrying and threw it behind her haphazardly, all while a certain black-haired girl rolled her eyes. This was the second time in ten minutes she had been insinuated as a whore, and, really, that was their fault for being unobservant.

The witch mouthed 'Can I knock her out?' at Loki, who just shook his head, although a smirk played on his face as he seemed to entertain the idea in his mind. His eyes shifted towards the newcomer. "If you really think that's what she is, Scrapper, you're even less observant than I gave you credit for."

The woman cocked an eyebrow, but before she could respond, the doors in front of them opened and eight guards escorted them into the glorious room, all wearing high-tech outfits.

Loki walked on the right, the woman (Scrapper?) was on the left, and Rose was a pace behind them in the middle. Walking towards the Grandmaster, they could hear him yell, "I'm upset!" which forced Rose to stifle her laughter. However, as they got closer, she was barely able to control her facial features. "I'm very upset." The Grandmaster repeated, as if he was a kid... or maybe, as if they were kids. "You know what I like about being upset?" He continued. "The blame. Right now, that's the mindset that I'm in. And you know who I'm blaming?"

Loki raised his hand and interrupted, "Grandmaster, I can-" He was interrupted right back.

"-Hey! Don't interrupt me." Rose was very, very lucky she had Occlumency to keep herself from laughing, but from the looks of it, neither Loki nor the other woman seemed to be having any trouble keeping a straight face.

"Here you are." The woman who had intruded into Loki's room walked up to the Grandmaster's side and held a golden stick with an orb on the end of it out to the Grandmaster. The Grandmaster just looked at her like she had grown two heads.

"Why are you handing me the melt stick? He was interrupting. That's not a capital violation." He deadpanned. The woman brought the stick back to her side and glared at Loki as if it was his fault. Which, to be fair, it kind of was. Rose resisted the urge to give her a one-finger salute anyway. "Where was I? My precious champion has come up missing. And it's all because of that Lord of Thunder. All because of him. Your brother," he reminded Loki, as if the Asgardian might've forgotten. "Whatever the story is. Adopted, or complicated, or, you know." The silver-haired man waved his hand dismissively. "I'm sure there's a big history that I don't want to hear about. And, your contender..." He pointed at Valkyrie, who looked like she couldn't care less.

"My dear friend," Loki started, spreading out his hands in what seemed to be an attempt at an appealing gesture. "If you were to give me twelve hours, I could bring them both back to you." When the silver-haired ruler didn't respond, Loki sweetened the pot by adding a single word: "Alive." Rose agreed with this offer. Twelve hours would give them plenty of time to escape. However, that was when the woman decided to finally contribute to the conversation.

"I could do it in two." Rose's eyes flashed with annoyance, and she grit her teeth to keep from hexing the woman.

A facepalm was barely averted when, after a pause, the dark-haired god countered, "I could do it in one."

"Let's stop there." The Grandmaster halted them by sticking a single palm out. "You know what? I woke up this morning thinking about a public execution. But for now, I'll settle for this sweet little... uh... eheh... 'Who's gonna get him first?' Oh, and that girl you have behind you. Who is she?"

Apologetic green eyes looked back at Rose, and she understood why Loki was sorry as soon as he began to speak. "Just a little sweetheart I picked up an hour or two ago. We were about to have some fun." Loki replied quickly. Rose's eyes twitched, but she only bit her tongue and smiled sweetly, trying as best as she could to appear like some mindless bint and definitely not the magical equivalent of a nuclear warhead, before looking down to check her nails as she reinforced her Occlumency shields. Although, as was often the case when she worked on her Occlumency, she thought about Snape, and then she got annoyed about that slimy git, too, even though he had already been dead for about a decade.

Appeased by her act, the Grandmaster lost his interest, waving her off without concern as he looked back at Loki and the woman. "Alright, whatever. So, you're on the clock." He shooed them away. "Go, go!"

"What have you done, Scrapper 142?" Loki asked the woman apparently titled Scrapper 142 as soon as the three of them were behind closed doors, cornering her against the wall.

"I don't answer to you, Lackey." She responded uncaringly. "Go have fun with your whore or something, all you'd do is screw me over."

"It's Loki." He replied, tongue clicking in disdain as he shifted into the woman's personal space. "And you will answer to the Grandmaster." It was an empty attempt at intimidation, and it seemed that the intoxicated woman figured so, too. Behind them, Rose was starting to get very annoyed. Loki and the scrapper exchanged a few blocked blows before the dark-skinned woman brought her hand towards Loki's face. Rose, trying to get shit done with their now very limited timer ticking down, stepped in and grabbed the fist with magic, surprising both other occupants of the hallway.

"First off, not a whore. Second off, stop this useless blithering-" Rose started saying, but she was quickly interrupted.

The brown-haired woman quickly broke her hand free, cutting Rose off right as Loki's head snapped towards the girl. "Stay out of this!" Both of them yelled at her.

Rose stopped and raised an eyebrow, but took two steps off to the side and shrugged her shoulders. "Your funeral," the Brit muttered.

Focusing on the woman, Loki growled, "Why would you help my brother escape with that green fool?"

"What makes you think I helped him? I don't help anyone." The scrapper pulled out a dagger to match the knives Loki had pulled. Loki took the bait, and engaged her. Seeing the weapons clash, Rose got ready to engage if it appeared Loki was unable to match the woman, readily aware that she didn't have to since Loki had told her not to help him. Despite the lack of obligation, her 'saving people thing' had already started to kick up once she had heard about what was happening on Asgard, and, as they said, the rest was history.

They parried blows for a few seconds before Loki caught the woman's wrist, and disarmed her blade, casually remarking, "You're a Valkyrie." The woman seemed enraged by this, knocking Loki into a wall. Even as he slammed into the stones, he quipped, "I thought the Valkyrie had all died gruesome deaths." Rose tilted her head, decided that Loki wouldn't be in any life-threatening danger for a few slams (and definitely deserved them), and chose not to Transfigure the wall into something softer as the woman grabbed the Aesir's head and knocked it back into the building repeatedly.

"Choose your next words wisely," was all that she growled in response.

He did not. "I'm terribly sorry. Must be a very painful memory." Loki grabbed the woman's head, and they both stopped and stood still for a few seconds, and Rose watched them warily, unsure of what was happening. A few seconds later, they both seemed to snap out of whatever scene they had been in, and the woman reared back to punch the green-eyed god.

That one could definitely do some damage. "That's enough." Rose thrust her hand out, and the alcoholic's arm was stopped in mid-air. Their eyes met.

"Ooh, you're far more than just some common whore, I was right." The dark-haired woman's mouth twisted up in an intrigued smirk. "Consider me impressed, darlin'."

Rose glared at the woman in response. "Not your 'darling', and not a whore at all. In fact, I'm just a really knackered girl who would love nothing more than to take a week-long nap, and I'm really not in the mood for dealing with some squabbling tots." As if in challenge, the valkyrie tried to bring her other arm around to punch Loki, but that one was caught too. With a flick of her wrist, Rose sent the warrior flying into the wall before Transfiguring some metal binds out of the structure to keep the woman in place for a few moments, then jogged over to Loki. "Are you okay, My Lord?" She held out an arm to pick him up.

"My Lord?" The brown-haired woman laughed as she ripped her arms out of her metal binds - Rose hadn't expected her to get out that quickly - and then pushed her way off of the wall to land in a crouch on the ground. "Lackey, I didn't realize you were the type!" She howled humorously as she got up. Both magicians shot glares at her.

"Thanks to this bitch, we're now severely cut on time, My Lord."

Loki groaned and popped his back. "Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that, Rose?"

Rose smirked. "I don't recall that, My Lord."

The valkyrie was laughing even harder now, seemingly having forgotten their altercation already. "Oh, I think I like you. Rose, he said your name was? I'll remember it," she said, tapping her temple as her other hand travelled to her waistband where she had yet another bottle of alcohol, which somehow hadn't broken in the fight.

Loki was glaring at the both of them. "Oh, come off it, you two. We must go find my brother. And, as much as I hate it, we need his help to get off this shithole. And, since we're gonna become enemies of the state once we find him, we should probably try to make it fast."