A creeping shadow slunk through the doors of the Citadel and coalesced quickly into a male form. Cho stepped forth from the dissipating shadows and nodded to himself; this seemed like a nice place. Noisy, crowded, peaceful (thankfully). After assuring the counter lady that his weapons were depowered and non-hostile (the latter of which had drawn a strange look from her), he'd made his way to the cafeteria, not noticing the four loudly dressed men that had entered earlier.

The whole multiverse business was starting to grow on the Korean, though he wasn't sure if he could even call himself a Korean any more. Last he'd heard of Earth, the entire planet had been nuked and glassed and was destroyed in its entirety. He was homeless, effectively, but then again since when did he need a home here in the multiverse?

[color=9ec5e2]"Where are we, boss?"[/color]

Cho could feel Tac speak against his back. The daemon was not at ease, obviously; he too could sense the overflowing fonts of power that each room held. Here, a skeletal being that felt as if a universe could contain itself within him, there a man with an absolutely stunning and inhuman appetite. The place was amazingly...interesting.

[b]"We're in the Fighting Lobby, Tac. It's a place where fighters like us gather to rest and enjoy ourselves."[/b]

[color=9ec5e2]"That's cool, boss, but aren't we on a -"[/color]

[b]"Nope, we're on a break, remember?"[/b]

[color=9ec5e2]"Oh yeah."[/color]

He could remember his last fight, a hand-to-hand match against an undead boxer named Tre'yan. It hadn't ended well for either of them; he could still feel the bruises where he'd been punched over and over again. He couldn't quite remember who had won, though, possibly because of the blows he'd received to the head as well. Sore, yes, but he was on the road to recovery.

Hek vibrated in his thigh holster.

[color=ba2525]"Sire."[/color]

[b]"Something up, Hek?"[/b]

[color=ba2525]"A familiar scent. Observe."[/color]

With an accuracy, Hek used Cho's eyes to point out one of the loudly dressed men that had gone ahead earlier. They were exiting to the outside, a gaggle of girls with them. That man though...his face was familiar.

[color=ba2525]"Your benefactor, sire. Remember him?"[/color]

[b]"Oh...yeah."[/b]

It seemed like forever but Cho remembered. The Viking warrior, Kolskegg, had fought him and his team in a forest in the countryside of upstate Canada. His team, friends of many years, had all been killed, and he would've died too had it not been for the Viking's timely intervention. It had transformed him into who he was today. It had introduced him to the four daemons that were his new friends and team.

In a way, he owed the Viking one. He hadn't seen the warrior anyway, not since the forest. Last he'd known, he'd left the Viking on the forest floor, healing from his wounds while he went off to figure out his shadow abilities.

A smile crossed his face. Perhaps there was a new friend to be made here.

[color=9ec5e2]"You going to see him, boss?"[/color]

[b]"Yeah, gonna say hi. Haven't seen him in ages."[/b]

He dove into the shadows again, being quicker this way, and slunk his way through the crowded cafeteria. When he'd reached the rear of the group, he emerged from the shadows and took up a walk just behind Kolskegg. When he felt the time was right (and the crowd had lessened to the point where he didn't need to shout), he spoke.

[b]"Kolskegg, how nice to see you again."[/b]