Nemo sat in his room, he had clearly been renovating the space during the waiting period. While it clearly wasn't done yet, he had made some substantial progress. However at the time he was clearly preoccupied with something else, as he hunched over a table, working on some sort of small unknown device with classical music playing fronm a vintage record player off in the corner.
Nemo's work was interrupted when a small beeping noise emitted from the other side of the room, causing him to raise from his seat to check it out. The sound came from a small gadget which seemed to be some sort of stationary modified manadial, as it had the same integral manacrystal design. Nemo sat down on a chair and pressed in the crystal, causing a life sized hologram bust of a person to display on the table. Nemo gave a small grin in response.
Chapter 2: Paragon of Fantasia
"Cypox, you have no idea how glad I am to see you, tell me, should I pronounce it with a zero instead of the o too?" Nemo asked, resting his head on his palm.
The hologram displayed a faded amount of color, but the person on the other end was rather hard to identify regardless. From what could be seen they work a large baggy black hoody that looked more like a cloak, a thin navy scarf, and a thick black latex half mask that covered their nose, mouth, and neck. The mask also extended upwards on the right side, fully covering their right eye. Leaving only their left eye visible, with an indiscernible eye color. But they did have a small amount of light blue bangs peaking out below the hood on the left side.
The figure, apparently going by the name Cyp0x, frowned with the remaining fourth of their pale face that was visible in response to Nemo, but didn't humor him any further.
"I've done as you asked, tracking the recent movements of-" The figure stopped, falling into a short sickly coughing fit before resuming.
"-the arcanocracy." They spoke with a very raspy voice, much akin to someone who had died and risen back up weeks later. However their voice seemed to be running though some sort of voice changer, making it sound more distressed and garbled than it should.
"Oh? That's splendid news, I trust you've found something interesting then?" Nemo answered.
"Yes, after looking into the movements of high ranking members, I found two have made a rather un-routine stop." "Which ones might that be?" "Stockton and Galvadon, at Ulysses Canning Co. located by the Chicago bay." Cypox explained, going into another small hacking fit afterwards.
Nemo gave a small laugh, sounding rather excited now.
"And what might two high ranking fathers of the church be doing at a fish canning company?" Nemo stated, sounding like he already knew the answer now.
"That's for you to find out, and for me to have no part in anymore, isn't it?" The raspy figure responded.
"Very well, more fun for me then. Though you really need to get out more, Cypox. Seeing the beauty in life isn't the same when you see it through a screen. Might I suggest a nice dinner with a view? Maybe somewhere in Poland?" Nemo recommended as he got up from his chair.
Cypox didn't bother to respond, cutting off the feed without saying anything. Nemo didn't waste any time, putting his jacket on and leaving his room, locking the door behind him. He made his way down the stairs and out the front door. Nemo began to walk off on foot.