"Boredom. Curiosity. Take your pick, and don't worry, I don't mean either in the context of a live autopsy." There was something else curious about Arioch. He wore a scarf over his lower jaw, its ends neatly tucked into the lapels of his jacket. It looked simple enough, but anyone could see the colours that shifted in changed within it, like a Rorschach diagram. The inky shapes eventually took the form of a sinister demonic curve, giving him a devilish smile. His voice was different as well. It had a hint of a synthetic rasp, like he wore a mask or a respirator beneath the length of scarf. "I suppose you're right about the Dojo," he grunted, "but I guess there's always benefits to chaos. I can fight whoever I want whenever I want in a place like this. An entire city of people like me. Broken crazies looking to kill each other."