[h3]Alberich[/h3] Having gathered himself after having been forced to throw himself to the floor, Alberich found that the men in suits had seemingly agreed to most of his terms. Apart from his sword. But that was no big matter, Alberich had means to teleport it to him. Or rather to his god robe, the armor he was wearing. He had also been freed from his makeshift cuffs that had his arms restricted and told that he was free to access their libraries and places of knowledge. Pondering on his next move carefully while he followed the others to the vehicles that would take them to where they were going. What he had seen in that room the moments the screen had remained intact was troubling him. There had to be an explanation for all of it. Someone or something had to be responsible for him being located here. Searching the libaries and the internet was a start. Alberich knew that outside of Asgard there were all these things which he had witnessed in this world. Cars. TV's. These attires. Asgard however was in a more simple form, people lived lives akin to how one would do during the medieval times. He could recall the vast amount of times he would spend reading into tales, stories, history books and more. Alberich was known to the other god warriors as the brain of Asgard. The most cunning and sly of them all. It was clear to him now though, that if there was anyone here capable of figuring out what was going on it had to be him. Perhaps in the end he could come out on top of it. Perhaps he would find a way to realize his dreams of grandeur, to rule over Asgard. No. The world. In this place perhaps he could find allies or the knowledge needed to make his victory a certainty. Though as it had been shown so far he had only gotten into a fight. Though it had yielded some fruit. He knew now what these girls were capable of and to some degree also that young man. Then at the same time, they've knew what he was capable of aswell. A thought gnawed in his head though and that was. Who else has come to this place? The men had left him with the three girls outside of some building. At least the young man was not with them. That one was a loose cannon. Alberich received a key, as did the others. To a room in the building. Alberich did not waste any time but made his way towards it, right after Tenshi. Keeping as much a distance as he could. He did not want anything to do with them right now. Knowledge on the other hand, that was something he had to obtain. Alberich kept his mouth shut and threw a cold stare, more like a glare to whomever found themselves near him. He twisted the key in the locked door, leading to the room he had been assigned. The room was simple. The most remarkable thing in it was a TV on the wall with a controller lying on the TV-table with a couple of magazines piled on top of oneanother. First thing first. He closed the door and then locked it. Alberich had the suspicion that they were being watched. There was just no way they would be left unmonitored within the city, some would surely keep them under close watch. The idea of being watched did not come as a likable feeling to Alberich, especially not after seeing those scenes on that screen before. He walked up and grabbed hold of the curtains over by the window and pulled them to obscure the view into his room. Throwing a glance over the TV and then to the controller, he took time to figure out how to make it work. It wasn't a tricky thing for someone of his brains. After starting it and putting on a news channel, Alberich mused to himself in self-admiration for his intelligence. Looks like this is where the city receives its news. Quicker than letters by far, but like most who lived in Asgard, Alberich was not fully willing on throwing their way of living away. What mattered the most in the end was power, and the best way to obtain it was by possessing more knowledge than everyone else. Perhaps the news would yield some information of strange occurances within the city. If people came to learn about himself and the others there would surely be widespread panic and chaos throughout the world. There would be elements for certain which would try to capture them or kill them. Though if there was a larger threat... He pondered on the possibility. [i]If there is an enemy which reveals itself in plain sight then people would panic and try to protect themselves, thus they look for someone to provide them with it.[/i] [b]"Heheheh..."[/b] He laughed softly, more like a giggle really. [i]If I can get an enemy of the world to play the role of a antagonizer then I could reveal myself in turn as their saviour and through that become their god.[/i] He gasped to himself slowly and widened his eyes as they've glimmered. [i]If I can obtain a strong champion, whose more brawn than brain to aid me in this it would be ideal. But who could fill that role? [/i] He first pondered on Tenshi. No. She is suspicious towards him, clearly the second most intelligent after himself. Though with enough of a motivation she just might, but surely more trouble than it's worth. The next he thought of was Vita. She was strong indeed. But too hotheaded and unable to heed his commands. She would not do at all. Then there was the girl which he had first met. Tohka. That girl was appearantly dimwitted, yet powerful. But not in the useful way, more like the annoying way. The kind of person which could in an instant change sides if someone seemed just. She wouldn't do either. Lastly there was the young man, Emilio. He was seemingly powerful, but completely unstable. There was just no way that Alberich could rely on him to do anything for him. That young man was surely only beginning to be a problem. Best way to deal with him and the other three was to stay clear of them as much as possible. His thoughts were cut off by a rumbling sound. [i]What the-?[/i] It was his stomach. He was... hungry? He couldn't recall the last time he had felt hungry? Had he ever felt hungry? He stood there for a moment in shock. [h3]Menomaru[/h3] Menomaru did not like the ride to the building. The metal carriage that took them there was strange to him, the entire city was odd overall. Much different from the feudal era mythological setting he came from himself. He however had to accompany these people for now. It irritated him greatly, but not as much now as he knew that he was getting closer to having some allies that could do his bidding. It was hard for him not to smirk while he visualized stabbing all of these people, draining their souls from their lifeless corpses. The building which they stopped in front of was seemingly damaged from something, with some of the windows shattered. Menomaru wasn't impressed. Feudal japan did not need glass for their buildings. The room they were shortly afterwards brought into caused him to widen his eyes in disbelief at what he saw as he stood there. He wouldn't sit down with humans and be friendly, he decided to stand and see the horror unfold. He saw that half-demon Inuyasha and others from where he had come from! He also saw some scenes with himself which caught him completely offguard. Had he underestimated these humans? What kind of power did they have that allowed them not only to spy on him but on all of them? And those words before. Work of fiction. The sentence flew all across his mind and didn't seem to stop. [b]"How could this..."[/b] Menomaru said out loud. It angered him. More than anything ever could. That he... a great moth demon would be a creation! A creation of human hands! That all he had been doing up until now had been part of a play. A game. Where he had been a pawn meant to play out a role he had been given to be an opponent to Inuyasha. Who was meant to win? It was unfair. He couldn't ignore it any longer. It had to be the truth. That or a horrible nightmare that for a demon would seem impossible. Then a wave of emptiness. A feeling of purpose lost came over him. If all he had ever strived for had been somehow expected and put up to him, and meant for him to fail in. Why would there even be a purpose for him to even live? Coming into realization of that he spoke out again as he had heard the talking during his own pondering. [b]"What possible purpose would it serve aiding you? What is in it for me?" [/b]He said the last few words with disdain. [b]"From what I can gather you are saying we are nothing but pawns made to play out roles you have decided for us." [/b] He felt ill. Very ill. As if his world had crumbled around him, and in a manner of speaking it certainly had. Having been beaten up and told that his entire existance is but a fabrication of a human mind. Menomaru couldn't help but sink down and sit on the floor with his legs slightly crossed. He felt like it all did no longer matter to him. A look of defeat overtook him. His head would be slightly facing down at this moment. At least now he knew the truth. That bitter truth which had begun to eat away at his core. His motivation was driven from high down to the bottom in just a few moments. [b]"It is all meaningless." [/b]He blurted out before following it with another sentence.[b] "All the things you people considered 'evil'. It would appear these humans are the ones responsible for all the things that has happened to your worlds. And you call me evil. No... the evil is right here in this world and they have used you like pawns. What will you do now that you know this?" [/b] that moment he however felt slightly content in knowing it. Would he die now at least it would be resisting the fate that had been written for him. [h3]Emilio[/h3] Having taken a few moments to calm down and gather his composure, once more withdrawing to the identity that Wong had granted to him. That the brainwashing had done. Creating a person which he truly was not, or at least not fully. The wings had disappeared and his manifestation of using his powers had seized for the moment and he turned around to walk out to look into the room the others were in prior. They had all left. It took some moments until he found some people. He entered the room as if nothing had occured before, as if the entire thing would had been like throwing a soda can in a trash bin or taking a breath. Emilio entered the room which housed another group of people aswell as Kawamoto Fukuchi and a couple of other men. He entered the doorway calmly, with his chin and mouth slightly lowered down inside of the collar of his vest. His both arms crossed over his chest as he inspected the gathering. [b]"Heeh."[/b] He let out a elongated 'eh' sound, which may have been regarded to sound curious. [b]"I see, I see. You must be others who also ended up in this place. Where is Hinanawi?"[/b] Emilio said in a serious, but calm tone as he thew a sideway glance away from the five 'newcomers', towards Kawamoto Fukuchi. [b]"Shall I capture the teleporting guy?"[/b] Emilio offered a slight grin as he asked Fukuchi. It was a grin which meant he was excited, but willing to lend a hand in tracking down the person in question. [b]"Is it really allright for you to go after him alone?"[/b] He raised his left hand and placed a finger on his chin, before tapping at it.