"Mihhailov, was it? I cannot tell you the specifics of what you're meant to be doing, only what I know about your sort. Your purpose is simple, really. You've just got to kill something." Ikiriyo paused, considering his next words. He knew a lot about the city, about its residents and happenings, he also knew that any Egregoroi trying to find a specific target would be easier said than done. It wasn't surprising that he'd dealt with so many recently, with that in mind.
"This 'something' is immortal, in some sense. It could be a mage who has achieved some form of immortality, a vampire, both of the previous two, a spirit, or any other number of immortal. I don't know the specifics of how your hunt works, but I know that's what you're meant to do." He answered, for both Argo and Koyuki. The Chief Enforcer blinked a few times, mulling over a thought before continuing.
"Let me pre-empt another question - I can't tell you who you're meant to kill, but I can point you to the people who might be able to if it'll get you out of Hida-shima faster." He looked to address Zachary.
"Ignored? I don't think so, not for too long at least." He shrugged, that being his only answer for that part of the question.
"And again, I don't know the specifics. You'd be better asking an older Reaper. I know there's one in the city, but I don't bug her too much. No good can come from it.""I'll just say that there's a lot of vampires around, and they generally do not keep me up to date with the happenings within their own. They manage themselves under an understanding we came to. If you want to answer that, and possibly find a lead on what you're hunting, look for members of the Bloodhounds. They're a gang, but it's a front for the bloodsuckers own 'enforcers', as it were. They're also ones to talk to about you...blood issue." He made little effort in hiding the sneer that came to his face.
He took a breath, thinking each question answered for the most part. He noticed that Prudence and Oda had left at some point during or just before his answering, sort only paying half attention to the interactions between the Egregoroi.
"Cannot say you guys have much chemistry. Might want to work on that." He arched a brow, looking at Koyuki especially. It seems he was having his doubts about this odd individual as well.
"Last I checked, there's a group of Bloodhounds who hang around a convenience store about two miles easy from here, bordering the residential area. That'd be a good place to start. As for your Reaper concerns, Cheten is difficult to keep track off, but they'll probably be at one of the night clubs in the city centre. It's a good place to get information for your kind of work, after all."
So the Bloodhounds are the place to start, according to the Chief Enforcer, and there is an older Egregoroi within the city, possibly within a night club in the city centre. It's up to you to decide if you head east to the convenience store to find the Bloodhounds, or, if you want to prioritise information about your own state, you can try and track down this 'Cheten' individual. Alternatively, you could strike out on your own and see what's up.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city...
It was a house of God, from the outside. On the inside it was house to a completely different type of god. Lit candles running up the isle were all that dimly illuminated the pewless, once-catholic church, Christian iconography having long been taken down from its walls. At the altar, the only thing that remained from the old owners, stood she, and robed in shadows at the back stood a man.
"More have come, Praetor." The man spoke in clear English, a foreigner, regarding the woman at the front with a sense of reverence.
She was draped in a different kind of shadow, a
long black coat with a grey fur collar, evidently of some price. She did not turn to face the one at the back, but instead stared up at the only cross hanging in the Church above the altar, untouched by the removal.
"How many?" She demanded from the messenger in a calm tone, sounding unphased by the news. "Nine." There was a silence, the number having significance to her.
"My, we certainly have drawn the attention of It, haven't we?""Yes, Praetor.""We do not know if they are here for one of us any of the others dwelling in the city. None the less, we cannot risk any disruption by It, and it's too much of a coincidence with the package having arrived only a few days ago. Send word to the packs. Give them the scent of Egregoroi once more."Her pale hands went to pick up a mask resting on the alter, coloured a black which seemed to ward away light, and slowly placed it on herself. She finally turned to the messenger.
"The Bloodhound hunts."