[center][color=7bcdc8][h3]Vivian[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr][@AzureKnight](VRA)
...Well. Not that Vivian was interested, but that was rather rude. Were Shizuyamans under the impression all yokai were aggressive husband-napping bedwinners? ...Perhaps, that was true for other species, but she was certain that Glacies were probably the most capable of not losing to a man's charms right away. Her heart was literally frozen after all. 

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Oh, not to worry, you're not my type either. You don't seem like you could keep up,"[/b][/color] Vivian said, before taking a seat on a nearby log, at least putting herself in a vulnerable enough position that Kazenosuke would guess that they weren't here to try and steal him away. Crossing one leg over the other, Vivian's left hand would rest upon her knee, the wood beneath her hissing just a bit as the water inside it froze. [color=7bcdc8][b]"Varã dear, badgering him about who he associates with is only going to make this harder. We've come to ask for your aid in defending...how did they pronounce it...Tearyouitchi temple? Your lord's son is beginning a little counterattack against the Varjans, and thought it might be wise to seek your blade to his cause."[/b][/color]

Vivian would beckon for Varã to sit down on the log beside her, continuing to speak after a moment. [color=7bcdc8][b]"I imagine you have your reasons for not being at the beach, and won't pry into that matter. But I would like to know whether we walked out here to find a comrade, or a future enemy."[/b][/color] Vivian, despite her sharp tongue, was doing her best to assuage any warrior's honor drivel that might come next, given that she didn't particularly care if Kazenosuke was busy taking care of his sick grandmother, or having a hangover when the battle happened. 

Her job was just to see if he was willing to join their fight, not grade his attendance. 
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[center][color=fdc68a][h3]Matsuri[/h3][/color][/center]
[hr][@Rezod92]
[color=fdc68a][b]"My faith comes from my gut, and my Father always said to trust it. And, thank you thank you thank you!"[/b][/color] Matsuri said, eagerly following Lady Kyouko beside Zeka as they were taken to Kyouko's estate, then lead into a magical circle of some sort. Matsuri hadn't even considered keeping her ancestry secret, and as such would nod at Lady Kyouko's instructions. [color=fdc68a][b]"Got it. I'm just a concerned fireworks maker from the mainland!"[/b][/color] Matsuri said, straighting herself out, adjusting the strap that held her bamboo cannon against her back, and finally, give her tail a little fluff to make it a bit more presentable. She wouldn't back down from this, and was more than ready as white light enveloped the duo, depositing them in a wooden chamber.

Rubbing her eyes to get the blinding whiteness out of it, Matsuri's ears perked up as she heard Ayu speak. Once she could see, Matsuri would bow respectfully, saying: [color=fdc68a][b]"Matsuri Okitsu, a pleasure to meet you. Oh, and you too, Ms. Zeka. Sorry. Didn't have a proper chance to introduce myself directly."[/b][/color] With that short introduction out of the way, the inari would want to know where she could be of the most help. [color=fdc68a][b]"I'm not the best at fighting, but I can cook, make fireworks, and I'm great with people. Oh and, I guess I have a fox's nose now,"[/b][/color] Matsuri listed her "best" traits to at least give Ayu an idea of what she could do, unaware that this was sort of a "pick your gig" kind of task force. 

With an innocent gleam to her eyes, she would look at Ayu and ask: [color=fdc68a][b]"Sooo, what should I do?"[/b][/color]