Another day, another job.

And more money to boot. Giddy with the prospect of another night out, Yagra wandered around the town, looking for a place where she could drink in peace. Not because she was a youkai living amongst humans, but because she might get thrown into the lock up if she drank somewhere public again. Hiding her true nature was easy enough anyways; all she needed to do was hide her horns. Her darker than average skin and her stature was nothing save for conversation pieces for the humans. All she needed to do was make sure she never got herself in a situation where her beyond human capabilities was discovered. She did get hit by a car, but she had ran away before anyone could get a good look at her, and she doubted anyone would believe that driver's story of the girl he hit like a brick wall.

Taking another long sip at her gourd, she spied the roofs of the old shrine from a street away, and decided to go drink there. While it was strange for a youkai to actually like the shrine, it was a place where she had first slept in when she first came here. It was empty most of the time, save for a few occasions like the New Year, so she had crashed there a lot, though she made sure to not leave a mess there. It was also one of the more recognizable places in the city, so she had hidden her kanabo there, considering there wasn't much she could use it for here in this city.

Sighing, she sat down somewhere relatively secluded, where the regular comers to the shrine usually wouldn't go. A few more drinks later, she decided she might as well donate to the shrine while she was at it. Fumbling about trying to get her money, she accidentally dropped her sake gourd on the ground, where a skeletal hand promptly came out from nowhere and started dragging it through a bush.

[color=fff79a]"Oi!"[/color]

Without thinking, she jumped on the gourd and grabbed it with both hands.

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Yagra blinked.

Her mind was in a jumble, trying to rationalize the sudden change of scenery. She was at the shrine itself before, but now she was sitting on what seemed to be the steps leading up towards the shrine, her kanabo mysteriously on her lap, and her gourd in one hand. The sky had turned red, and she was in front of what seemed to be one girl leveling a bokken at someone else.

Seemingly nonplussed at what happened, she took another deep swig from her gourd.