Jin
Your Friendly Neighborhood Pariah
Noel took the orders from Sidwy in stride, giving not a word in response, but a nod of acceptance instead. He chose to not move a muscle as the room's other two occupants left the room. In particular, the Centurion of Lust, Lilith, spurred his interest. She was planning something far outside the realm, so to speak, of the main objective. Whatever it was, it would only serve to make all Hell break loose, he thought. The moment someone (else) of equal or higher rank caught on, she would be under a microscope. It served no matter to Noel, however. His objective had now been clear. He closed his eyes to let his mind wander again, making a figurative psyche map of the city. It was in this fashion that he was able to communicate with the slew of spirits that had now arrived in the city, presumably by what humans knew as telepathy.
"Disperse throughout the city, disguised as human beings. Do with your time as you will, but the very moment you sense our objective, or any other unconventional matter, you know what to do."
As he gave this order, he sensed the suppressed power of third party nearby: It was Iris Vegner, the Centurion of Pride. Either she did not think much of his presence, or the sight of Lilith made her forget it, entirely. Noel could only shake his head. He did not necessarily dislike the other Centurions, but he vehemently loathed their flawed sense of unity. Despite only one Centurion holding the title, they, or at least those involved so far, were poisoned by their pride. The Chiefs were the same way. It was the reason Noel did not socialize with either demographic, especially in group settings. It was like talking to walls. Loud, cocky, violent, demonic walls. For now, while he did wonder what Iris was up to, it was outside his realm of care, and most of all: It was none of his business.
As Noel stepped outside, he exhaled deeply, creating a thin, white mist around him that would dissipate within seconds, leaving Noel with a more "modern" look. He'd now been dressed in formal wear: black slacks, white button-down shirt with an unbuttoned suit jacket over it. He'd felt out of place. Modern clothes (or modern anything, for that matter) did not pique Noel's interest. If it were his choice, he'd walk the streets, donning his kimono and keeping his katana close to him. Unfortunately, this was not the Edo era, or Japan, so this was not an option. At least, it wasn't if he wanted to partake in the pseudo-espionage that would take up the vast majority of his next endeavor. Noel left the room and made his way down to the front lobby and passed the receptionist, who was now confused at never seeing him enter the building through the front door. Making his way outside, he was greeted with an interesting scene. In a matter of minutes, some poor soul had been carjacked by an attractive woman and then knocked out cold by another, the latter of which was still standing there by the time he arrived. More importantly, a very interesting exchange was occurring not far from his current location. It would seem subtlety was not the strong suit of demons this day.
He turned to follow the path that would get him to his current point of interest: Lilith. He would get there by foot. As he completed his turn, he stopped. Referring to the events outside of Sidwy's room before, he said to Iris Vegner while turned in the opposite direction,
"Eavesdropping is not a very admirable pastime."
"Disperse throughout the city, disguised as human beings. Do with your time as you will, but the very moment you sense our objective, or any other unconventional matter, you know what to do."
As he gave this order, he sensed the suppressed power of third party nearby: It was Iris Vegner, the Centurion of Pride. Either she did not think much of his presence, or the sight of Lilith made her forget it, entirely. Noel could only shake his head. He did not necessarily dislike the other Centurions, but he vehemently loathed their flawed sense of unity. Despite only one Centurion holding the title, they, or at least those involved so far, were poisoned by their pride. The Chiefs were the same way. It was the reason Noel did not socialize with either demographic, especially in group settings. It was like talking to walls. Loud, cocky, violent, demonic walls. For now, while he did wonder what Iris was up to, it was outside his realm of care, and most of all: It was none of his business.
As Noel stepped outside, he exhaled deeply, creating a thin, white mist around him that would dissipate within seconds, leaving Noel with a more "modern" look. He'd now been dressed in formal wear: black slacks, white button-down shirt with an unbuttoned suit jacket over it. He'd felt out of place. Modern clothes (or modern anything, for that matter) did not pique Noel's interest. If it were his choice, he'd walk the streets, donning his kimono and keeping his katana close to him. Unfortunately, this was not the Edo era, or Japan, so this was not an option. At least, it wasn't if he wanted to partake in the pseudo-espionage that would take up the vast majority of his next endeavor. Noel left the room and made his way down to the front lobby and passed the receptionist, who was now confused at never seeing him enter the building through the front door. Making his way outside, he was greeted with an interesting scene. In a matter of minutes, some poor soul had been carjacked by an attractive woman and then knocked out cold by another, the latter of which was still standing there by the time he arrived. More importantly, a very interesting exchange was occurring not far from his current location. It would seem subtlety was not the strong suit of demons this day.
He turned to follow the path that would get him to his current point of interest: Lilith. He would get there by foot. As he completed his turn, he stopped. Referring to the events outside of Sidwy's room before, he said to Iris Vegner while turned in the opposite direction,
"Eavesdropping is not a very admirable pastime."
