Cetanu's Lair

((OOC: I'm keeping the accent as readable as I can, and will post only his thoughts/speech in this accent.

Even though this place is located in the Naga Tower I'm creating my own topic for obvious reasons.))


Da Naga'Corp be all I need. Dem be giving mi food and a' place to be what I and I really is. That them have bad skulls is da only ting that be bothering mi.

Cetanu is currently holding up a room in the Naga complex. The history between the two is solid enough for him to not treat them hostile in any way. Occasionally he feels generous enough to contribute his skills to their cause, which in turn brought him to his current state in the first place. The Naga know Cetanu well enough to let him be and give him space to do his things. Only a few among them can boast about talking with him, while even less can say he actually likes them.

In one of the dead-end corridors of the tower there lies a floor hatch. This hatch is off-limits to most of the tower, although everyone knows what's behind it.

Cetanu's Lair.

Underneath it lies a chamber, if you can still recognize it as a chamber. Weird ornaments and foreign objects are literally scattered all around the walls, the ceiling and the floor, most inspiring a not so pleasant feeling. Unlike normal people his walls aren't painted in a solid color or covered in wallpaper. No.. His walls are covered with strange markings and liquids with origins you could only speculate about. It makes people wonder what kind of person would call this place 'home', that person is known as Damerae.

"Now were mi' kettle be hidin' itself? "

In the midst of the room stood a person, looking puzzled at the place his large kettle used to stand. Things disappeared from time to time in this place, but where could such a large kettle go unnoticed around here?

"Ahh there she be hidin' mon. Don go leavin' me now ya hear?"

Relieved the man embraced it with one arm and dragged it back to it's rightful place. The kettle, being larger than the Damerae's torso, crashed down on a pile of junk with a loud 'Bang!' With an excessive sigh he sat down next to it. Damerae took his dagger out of it's sheath and then grabbed a bead necklace out of his pocket. He tied the necklace loosely around his hand and started to prepare the ingredients for his next creation.

"Ain't 't bout time dem bwoy's come ta ask me another favor?"

A moment of silence spread across the room as his body came to a full stop.

"Bwahahahaha favor's dem be wanting from mi."

With a maniacal laugh Damerae almost launched himself off the stool he was sitting on. The people upstairs sometimes got down here when things got a little hard on them, or just to prove their friends they had the guts to come down here. The first would get them the same laugh most of the times, the second didn't get out so well. Only one man could come here asking him about anything and that man didn't need him for his dirty work. Damerae got back to his normal self again and continued cutting and adding the ingredients for his recipe.

" 'Tis been quiet no? Dem might've given up on mi mon."

With a smirk on his face he shook his head sideways and got rid of that thought.

"No dem bwoy's always want'a know wha' tis down here."

Silent in thoughts he continued what he was doing, never keeping his body still at any moment. Swaying from side to side at a slow pace he slowly filled up the kettle.

At just about that time, a helicopter landed on the helipad of the Naga building. Shredder's personal helicopter brought him everywhere, from business deal to business deal, but most of the time from malevolent power crime to crime. This time seemed to be no different, as he exited his helicopter in full armor. Servants opened and closed the door, and welcomed him back to his tower with deep bows. Tenguzaemon took his helmet off, a malevolent glow in his eyes. There were no signs of battle on his tough artifact armor, but it was clear he had fought. It probably was just a slaughter, as an 8th generation master of ninjutsu is not easily defeated.

''Welcome back master Shredder.''

''Has our guest arrived yet?''

''Yes sir. We have given him a place to stay as you ordered, along with all his wishes.''

''Very well. I will not ask you if he was pleased, you are alive, that is enough proof. He also knows that if he wants anything, Tech division is there for all his needs?''

''Yes sir. He knows everything he needs to know.''

''Excellent.''

Shredder walked inside. He didn't even ask where this warrior, this god of death, had installed himself. He just knew where it would be. Someone as special as him, and as valued, would never sleep amongst others. He always took a good distance..and there was only one proper room with a hatch.

In the northwest part, second corridor. Shredder swiftly opened the hatch and jumped in. He landed in a dim lit room. He looked around and couldn't hep but to grin like a demon. The room was covered in markings, and weird decorations. It would freak a normal man out, but in some way, Tenguzaemon liked it. It had a powerful feeling to it. Only those of great power would understand it. Cetanu, the death god, would have an entire division at his bidding, but still went and gave his room a personal touch, a touch of power.

''He has access to the finest craftsmanship, imported from Japan, and he chooses this.''

Both Cetanu and Shredder had noticed each other, but there was no hurry. Cetanu was brewing something, probably another of his battle potions or rituals. Shredder was observing an entire different culture, a twisted voodoo culture, but one of great power. Much could be learned from this. And all that, just a hatch away from his castle.

''Interesting...''

Shredder slowly came closer and closer to Cetanu, who kept to his ritual. Shredder had seen him do some over the times. He has provided most of the ingredients at some times. It was one of the first things he and Cetanu had worked on together. The small village of Cheu-koi didn't stand a chance. They had tried to defy Shredder with their puny pitchforks and shovels. It was only a disturbing message that he and Cetanu had slaughtered the entire village. Shred up and covered in blood, as all rogues should be. That way, Cetanu would have a fresh supply of skulls and ingredients, and Shredder wouldn't have to send his skilled ninja followers. Two men were enough. Shredder remembered with how much joy he had shredded that village to pieces, even if there was no real challenge. Cetanu had enjoyed the hunt as he called it just as much.

It might not be the best idea to disturb his guest in the middle of a ritual, but it he really wouldn't want to be disturbed, he had probably sent a signal already. Shredder wasn't fearful thought. And next to that, Cetanu had told him he wouldn't want his skull. Shredder's skull wasn't a nice skull. He had honestly tried to look at every skull Cetanu liked and disliked, and try to see the difference, but he couldn't find it. It did not matter though. Shredder bent slightly, trying to see what his guest was making.

''I assume everything is as you wish. What are you brewing might I ask, Cetanu-san?''

His silent wish was granted as he could feel another person's entering the room. The heightened senses received from the genesis shot proved to be quite an asset, more then he could have wished.

"Ello mon."

It was Shredder, the leader of this pack of asians and one of the few persons Damerae talked with casually. With his own pace Shredder silently observed the room where Damerae had taken up residence. Once in a while he whispered a comment, seemingly interested in what was normal for him.

"Dis be very special brew mon. It can take da hunger away. Dis be stew, and stew be ma dinner fo' tonight."

With a broad smile on his face he turned around to look Shredder in the eyes. He was pleased with everything he got from their clan and was having a great time in his personal 'pit'. He didn't ask for much, although the unusual requests he did have took quite a bit of work to get together. Without question the clansmen arranged for everything, to the surprise of Damerae. He thought some things would be 'forgotten'.

"You be expectin' a special brew? Nahahah, even I 'ave to eat sometime mon."

With the various unknown stuff going in to that kettle no ordinary person would even try to smell it, and don't even mention tasting it. The damp coming out of it didn't seem all that healthy, although the whole picture suited the room.

"You been gone a long time mon. You been fightin' an not lettin' me know? Dem juniors are no fun! Tell mi, what you been doin?"

If he had ever seen stew, Shredder would have not believed this would be it. It looked more like a potion of death to him. Another deadly ritual of his companion, which would kill everything in the Naga Tower.

''Stew... Your stomach must be as sturdy as your battle helm. You do know we have food specialists of our own.''

Shredder looked at the stew and his right eyebrow raised a bit. The ''stew'' looked as much repulsive as it looked gross. It was a good thing his mind was brought back on the matters at hand.

''It seems this nation is as stubborn as it is foolish. Beneath the guise of being a company, we operate in the shadows as a criminal organization, striving for power. Still, getting a foothold has not been easy. As you know, we had to pick a side. This Judah Marhsall has no choice but to accept us. We are with many and have...qualities others do not have. We are fearless, ruthless, yet silent and cunning. Today I was off to make sure a local gang will work for us, and pay us with their criminal acts. Through them I will plant the seed of chaos even more and make sure the Naga Corporation will have eyes and ears...everywhere..''

Shredder looked at Damerea and back at his shredding claw, on his left hand.

''I did not take you for there was nothing of true value in that gang. It was easy to..persuade them. A bunch of lowlifes, only a few skilled fighters in between, even they were no match for me. It was getting boring in the end, however, phase 2 will be much more...entertaining.''

Shredder looked around the room. In time, this might become the scenery for the rest of the city. The Naga will usurp the power, have connections everywhere, and when the name Tenguzaemon was spoken, fear would reply within each and every heart. Phase two was a more entertaining phase, for it was one that would stir up random chaos in the entire city, possible the entire country, hopefully racking up the Resistance and the Government. A third party might even get involved, the SFH, but they were of no threat to the Shredder. They never were a threat to begin with and never will. Shredder had yet to decide whether he would join in on the action or simple send out his army and the ruffian gang. He would make them one of the strongest criminal gang in this city, and he would order them to do his bidding. Everything was going according to plan.

''In phase two, you will get to hunt to your heart's delight. We will force reaction from our enemies, instill fear in their hearts. For when they know what hit them, we would be long gone. Things have changed, and if possible, I want to bring all others to their knees. Who knows, it would not be wise to first myself...but I am aching for a challenge, and if we want to deliver a message...it is best if we do it ourselves...''

Shredder had a big one for power and control. Cetanu didn't seek this outside of battle, but his friend had proved to be quite resourcefull in his quest for dominance. Offcourse Cetanu knew the real reason why he was here, but still the creation of a strong foothold in this city seemed to be on his priority list. Damerae never cared much about daily life, he just did what he wanted when he wanted and showed no attention for the world outside his own. He couldn't shake the thought of the great hunts this public interest of Shredder got him though, as he had some really good times being around the man. While this goes on he'd do whatever he had to for this man, as it got him what he need aswell.

"I dun care 'bout values or messages, I care 'bout I and I's look on da world. Speakin'a'bout dis make me hungry mon."

He was hungry alright, but not for the food he was preparing. It had been too long since his last hunt and his body craved for it more and more each passing day. This hideout was good and all, but it didn't provide one of his basic needs, the hunting grounds. If he'd kill Naga clansmen he'd be in some big trouble, more then he could handle and he knew that very well. Hunting required him to leave his secluded lair in the tower and into the city, and this brought all kinds of dangers. Damerae wasn't scared of people or physical danger, but he wasn't exactly a nice person, and didn't look like one either. If a human would spot him and live he might have some real consequences on his hands. Luckily he 'serves' the government in a sense, that gave a little perspective to some people.

"Mi blades be needin' to taste blood again soon bredah, you bettah be needin' mi before that happens, feel mi?"

From what seemed to be a threat he actually meant he didn't want to cause unnessecary trouble for his host. He knew how much Shredder hated trouble and had seen the way he dealt with it before. Brutal, just the way he liked it, but not enough to get on the receiving end. Shredder probably knew Damerae long enough to understand this.

Just then a large air bulb left the kettle next to him, leaving a splashing sound wandering about. Dinner was about ready, and all of a sudden he did feel hungry for food.

"Ya want ta join mi? I got enough to last mi a week."

Shredder's upper lip wringed slightly, and he was disturbed by this concoction. It was horrid, even disease would be jealous of it's smell, and only someone with a death wish would eat it. He wasn't planning to die anytime soon. It took Tenguzaemon the utmost effort to politely refuse. He would not want Damarea to be offended, but quite frankly, his cooking skills were horrible, according to Tenguzaemon.

''I am still in the middle of finishing some..business. Unfortunately I cannot stay long enough for dinner. I would like to extend an invitation. You can join me during dinner any day, when I am at the Tower.''

And it was a good opportunity to let one of his corporals check on the equipment. Everything needed to be in order. And while doing that, Tenguzaemon had thoughts, and he spoke them out.

''I think it would be wise that we would thin the ranks of our enemies. These Supers as they are called, those with an active Genesis Gene, could only interfere with our plans. It does not seem unwise to get them out of the way, be them Government or Resistance. Furthermore, your blades are hungry for blood...and your mind is hungry for some new skulls.''

Tenguzaemon looked around. Some skulls here and there, not too much. The old cave his ally once resided in had much more after some time. It was demonic but very pleasing nonetheless...Enemies...but dead. Their powers used for

''Yes, it would further 'decorate' your room...Does that sound like a plan that suits your ideals?''

The Shredder grinned. Two gods of death would roam the street, two shining demons spreading death decay and justice in the city. Chaos would rule this night as two shadows would exact their justice. Chaos was fair. Only the strong would survive, and the weak would perish. And it was some good exercise. He was sure Cetanu would like it too.