The Enlightened One
GM UPDATE: PVP
It wouldn’t do to let Original prepare for her, she needed to catch him off guard. One of the illusion Ickols “covertly” charged up a beam of energy to unleash a powerful attack on Original if not stopped. At least, that is what it would appear like. In truth, the real Ickol was among the other illusions flitting about, pretending to serve as a distraction and cautiously ready to react to any attacks or opportunities to take advantage of his lowered guard if they came.
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Caith Palug didn't quite care about all the mosquitos and things biting and annoying the hell out of him. The pain he felt was minimal as a Tailed Beast, and his skin was sturdy enough to resist the most damage. Principally from lowly beings like random mosquitos, or squirrels. But regardless, it didn't take long (or maybe it did, time always acted weird to divine beings) for him to arrive at his destination. And...Truth be told, he couldn't help but be a bit surprised. This place looked oddly futuristic for some sort of 'last city.' But, he can't judge a book by its cover, even if it's cover looks good. For all he knows, it might be hell on earth there.
And...While he is the most powerful of the Tailed Beasts, doesn't mean he can't be careful. As such, Fou closes his eyes and places his hands together, a small clone of himself appearing into existence with a small portion of his Chakra. Then, changing the position of his hands, the clone would transform again subtly, becoming a small enough mosquito by Fou's shapeshifting abilities. With that, Fou sends his Shadow Clone transformed into the small animal flying up. Even if it took the form of a mosquito, it should have enough stamina to fly around and find a way in.
A structure would soon be found that seemed to approximate an elevator, that is if you could call a massive self-animate tongue launching from a mouth in the ceiling that grabs you and seems to swallow you whole like some kind of chameleon or other long-tongued reptile an elevator. The users of this transport system seemed to mostly be members of the Cult of Pain, or Order of the Gash as they called themselves. They seemed to trigger it by magical means, and it was unlikely Fou's scout would be able to get up there. Looking around the undercity some more, he might be able to spot a few people he knew, seemingly ageless despite the countless centuries that have passed. Though, the amount the Cenobites modified themselves they may be hard to recognize, Fou remembered most of his old 'friends' tended to try on arms like a human tries on clothing. Regardless, it was certainly strange how the city was structured, with the Cult of Pain seeming to act as a brutal military police force when in Fou's time with the cenobites they were a fringe, with the 'horny ones' being the vast majority, perhaps this was connected to the abductions they committed? What could have led them to end up like this?
Of all the outcomes that Dementia had expected, a resounding success was not one of them. Faust had to actually repeat herself twice before Dementia finally understood that they had Sirens everywhere in the establishments. And not only that, but several wanted to work at the cafes! Dementia hadn't been planning on hiring anyone form outside his little empire, but this opportunity could prove to be quite the boon if handled correctly. He told Faust to accept one of the applicants, and informed her that, while Dementia would be watching the situation to prevent her from coming to harm, Faust would be the one to meet with the Siren personally.
So it was that one of the Sirens applying for the job was given an appointment to see if they qualified. When the appointment came around and the Siren entered the Cafe, they were led by staff to one of the De-Stresser Rooms. It was well furnished, like the rest of the cafe was, with a table with two chairs, a large couch, and even a small bar with drinks set against a wall. Faust would be quietly waiting for them in the room, sipping from a filled wine glass, sitting on the large lounge couch, the only piece of furniture in the room big enough to fit her.
"I was told you were looking to hire a baker at this location?"
And as Krycek and Spender appeared once more, the latter would find himself in an unfamiliar and alien location, although the latter probably found himself in the complete opposite.
It appeared to be the inside of a building, but Krycek could tell it was unlike any building he's ever seen. For one, the location seemed to go on for miles and miles, with staircases and multiple rooms leading to seemingly random places, with some stairs even standing upside down! And yet, despite this bizarre work of art, they both could see multiple men and women of various species walking about. Shadowkin, Novakin, Zeruelim, Gnomes, Humans like them-- there wasn't a whole army of them, but...Their numbers didn't matter, as they could see them walking about the strange contraptions and strange architecture that defied physics like it was nobody's business!
Krycek would know the name of this building as an agent of the Nine Whispers. It was the Infinite Dimensional Fortress. A place only true teleportation can take someone here, as the headquarters of this organization is known to constantly move across locations, almost like some sort of moving mini dimension of sorts. The 'infinity' part was a lie, of course, but it was mostly for dramatization. It was apparently created by the Nine Leaders taking hold of a Dungeon by its throat, and expanding it with their natural talent to Space-Time Ninjutsu.
Soon, however, a voice rang out beside them. It was male- and it belonged to an older looking human wearing what appeared to be a fancy outfit, like many of the people currently walking here.
"Agent Cry, you're back." Cry being Krycek's codename. They can't really use their real ones like that. "...Or perhaps I should simply call you 'Krycek' here. I see you're back with the man you told us about."
The man approached Spender, and offered him a hand to shake. "I'm agent Galahad of the Nine Whispers, one of your companion's work buddies. Please ignore the old-styled architecture, we haven't had much time to change the look of the place in quite a while." The man smiled with a little chuckle, likely making a small joke to break the tension. But, his voice and demeanor had clear professionalism to it. "I trust agent Krycek told you about us?"
Krycek shook his head
"Something like that, apparently this agency is directly backed by a god, Galahad, please explain."