Todd wasn't pleased.
It had been a night-and-a-morning, and he was back in the office. The sound of fingers drumming across keyboards was going to drive him mad. He had no keyboard in his cubicle. He had only a desk, covered in papers - scrolls and reports. Each one was written in a language that no living mortal could possibly understand - the tongue had died out before the Abrahamic God was even a twinkle in the eyes of His worshippers. Most of his fellow employees were clacking away on computers, inhuman faces lit up by flickering blue screens. Todd never had bought into technology. When it came down to it, he was an old fashioned employee. He had been, after-all, one of the first hired in the company. He just needed a ski-mask, an unloaded gun, and his hands.
Todd's Boss was angry with him, and Todd was angry with him. His words rung in his head. I'm not happy with you, Todd Renard. You have grown incompetant in your age. Impotent. You cannot even seduce the basest of creatures - even when you find them wanting. Todd grimaced, his appendages curling around one scroll. He forced his many eyes to focus on the words written on the page, but the Boss's words were still there, in his head, drifting through all of his ears and sensors. They are YOUR creatures, Todd. Get your shit together, before I am forced to replace you. The thought made his gibbering maws and cysts tremble and fall silent. He could not fail. He was the most unreported violent crime, and he intended to stay that way.
He glanced down at the scroll's header. "Raidin." He said softly, from a thousand tongues; all of which had known the pleasures of flesh. "Is tha' ev'n yer true name?" He grinned from five hundred flashing smiles. "Yeh hav' much moh' to worreh abou' than The G'el." He folded the scroll neatly, his 125, 000 hands working in sync, until they became nothing more than two hands. He smiled with one mouth as his sunglasses returned to his watery blue eyes; two, pink irises and piercing. He looked over his broad shoulder to see his infectious cubicle mate, tapping away on his own keyboard. His partner looked back at him with 466,078 beady black eyes. He spoke in their tongue, the soft chattering of layered voices.
-You are going out?-
-Yes. There will be an incident.-<for a="" case.="" there="" will="" be="" an="" incident.=""> </for>Todd replied, his own voice sounding like 250,000 screams.
For a moment, Todd thought he heard his cubicle mate laugh. It made even his skin crawl. His partner was older than him, and that scared him. -You annoy them. They will not listen. They will not bend. And then, there will only be me.- The thing laughed again.
Todd paid it no heed. He closed his eyes, and drifted in space for a moment. He looked for his desire, he looked for the thing that wanted, and for the thing that could not decide. Raiden. He needed Raiden. He wasn't sure why yet - he rarely had a personal hand in such matters. He breathed the name to himself. Raiden. Raiden. He had to impress the boss again. So as he walked to Earth through a place in-between places, he tried to think about what Todd would do. The first one. But there wasn't time. He opened his eyes and watched the world from black tinted glasses. He ran a hand down his shirt, and knocked on the door to Raiden and Siera's house. They had to invite him in. Though he had been there already. In dreams. Raiden's dreams. "Lil' pigs, lil' pigs, let meh in."