I must report the strangest occurence. I was contacted by Oxbridge University. I received a call for assistance by the staff. A group of newcomers were chasing and shouting at nekos and furries in the area. They, like myself, assumed this was another "griefer" incident. Attempts to dissuade them were fruitless. They did not speak a language known by common translator gadgetry.
When I arrived, I was startled to hear the "griefers" speaking Ereb'ai. They were of the pale "goth" and "demon red" complexions, with the typical assortment of horns, wings and tails by clan ancestry. Five of them had a neko pinned to the ground and were brazenly conducting an interrogation. The lead spoke halting English.
"Are you of the Vortex? Are you Koen?"
I landed and ordered them in their own dialect to release the neko. They were obiously surprised I spoke their mother tongue.
"This is business of the Obsidian Realm, construct!", shouted the largest of them. "Begone!"
A opened my cranial chamber to blind them with the aura from my Sephiroth.
"Do you not recognize the slayer of the Hydra?"
The leader stumbled forward even as he kept his eyes covered. The neko crawled to safety as the other demons howled in pain.
"Gematria! It is the will of the Vortex that you aid us! The Koen aspect must be reunited..."
I shut my cranial unit. "That is for Koen to decide. He told me he is content to live the rest of this life..."
"TRAITOR!" he shouted, and threw a right hook at me. He was carrying a talisman. The burst of energy sent me sprawling to the trimmed lawn of the campus.
By the time my spheres realigned, I was surrounded by concerned staff and newcomers alike. I rose to my feet.
The neko approached me and shook my hands, giving her thanks. Apparently the agents cannot tell a male neko from a female one. She introduced herself to me as Aviva.
The staff told me before I arrived that dozens of these hoodlums scattered in all directions after rezzing in the Welcome Chamber. I've asked the Caledonian authorities to be on alert.