It has been such a long time since Ren has seen this particular shade of blue.
He could never forget what it looked like, not even after years of being denied access to it. Though the Minister of the Cathedral of Shadows wears a similar shade, and he has often wondered whether Mido is related to the Velvet Room at all, the Cathedral, and its perpetual shroud of darkness, was never quite the same. He thought he'd never see it again, after everything.
No such thing as never in eternity, apparently. Though, upon further inspection, this Velvet Room is a little different from the one he's used to. Not a prison, for one.
"Awww shit brother, the hell was that?" Hell Biker appears from thin air with the sound of a revving motorcycle, "we were there one moment- then boom! I'm back in the void! Good thing I don't need no pretty boys to summon me, ey?"
Hell Biker cackles, but he does make Ren realize one thing: where is Naoki? Naoki makes use of the Cathedral of Shadows too, and it is similar enough to the Velvet Room...
A mystery to solve later. He likes to have Naoki nearby, but he's fine on his own, too. It's an annoyance at best.
In the middle of the room sits a familiar face, who belts out a familiar greeting. Ren hasn't heard it in so long. It's somewhat nostalgic, and when Igor's explanation is done, Hell Biker hums next to him, eyeing Igor.
"Well, you heard Bug-eyes McNose over there! I'm off to explore," he says, revving his engine like a maniac. "See ya!"
And, with that, Hell Biker blasts through the second door in the room, letting out a loud '
yee-haw' before he's gone, and the door repairs itself from the damage Hell Biker caused. Ren shakes his head, used to the Fiend's shenanigans, before pondering over what to do. He considers asking Igor for more information -his explanation was vague as hell- but decides that Igor has always been cryptic, and unlikely to divulge any more.
He notices the board off to the side, and figures that's as good a place to start as any. It is-
informative, that's for sure, finding himself surprised by some of the information on it... but also, not really. What else did he expect? Weird, magical bullshit is just an everyday occurance, and he sighs.
Now what?
- He lingers around the Velvet Room a bit longer, continuing to read the conspiracy board. Perhaps he missed something.
- Tokyo feels familiar as he steps through its door, inhaling the city air that he grew to love so much. It's... almost a little overwhelming, to be here again. In a place where he had both the best year of his life... and experienced the very horrors that shattered his humanity. He tilts his head, upwards, flicks out his tongue, and closes his eyes, sensing out if the layout is the same as he remembers it... and if anyone's nearby.
- Inaba was once his hometown. The fresh smell of the country is a breath of fresh air, one that Ren can't say he hasn't missed. With his new demonic senses, it is double as intense, but it's not unpleasant. Following his old (almost forgotten) memories, he wanders towards the hill overlooking the town... and it really is nearly the same as the place he remembers growing up in. It's bittersweet; an echo of a simpler, more naive time. He doesn't know if he misses it or not. Probably not.