A Cold-Hearted Greeting

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Supernova Palace...The home of New Sodom's Negi. A place of indesputable depravity, by far. A perfect place...To leave a impression on ones fellows.

Inverted shadows began appearing within the palace, as several humanoids reached up through them, pulling themselves out and into the real world. Each one if these creatures, looking uncannily human except their shadows, next proceeded to gather around the largest, strongest one of them. This being wore little aside from a pair of torn pants and a helmet, and he carried a lethal-looking flail. His presence itself seemed to exude coldness everywhere. After it was sure it had the attention of the palace's inhabitants, he uttered a single demand.
"Bring to us the leader of this Negi world."

[Capxeno]

A voice quaked throughout the air, filling the atmosphere with a sickly salty scent. The light seemed to have a certain afterglow to it, as if the drag off a cigarette in the afterwords of intimacy. As if a a lover's whisper, a quivering replay to the demand, "Well muscles... do  you wish to speak with the leader of the Negi... or do you wish to seek pleasure in her bosom?"

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Most of the band chuckled and expressed desire to take the voice up on its offer, but the leader was, rather strangely, not swayed. He looked around slowly, and his cohorts slowly calmed down in fear. He then proceeded to respond to the voice, saying,"Self-preservation takes precedence over pleasure. It is a great shame, but our master...Would not take kindly to us wasting his time, Im afraid."