A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.
Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.
Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.
With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.
In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.
Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.
Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.
Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.
Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.
The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.
"Greetings Alternate Council."
He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave
[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]
แถแแแแแฅแแถแ! แฅแ'แ แ แฎแแแแแฌแแ แแง แทแแแ แแแ แงแฆ แฉแงแฌ แฅแ แฎแแแแงแ! แฅ แแท แแแแง, แแแ แแดแทแฅแแฅแแแแแแงแ แงแฆ แแแฅแ แแงแแแด'แ แฆแงแฌแแดแแแฅแงแ. แฎแแแแแ, แแงแทแ แฅแแแฅแดแ.
(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)
