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[h3][color=fff79a]Ibaraki Douji[/color][/h3]
[i]Rashoumon no Oni[/i]
[i]Strauss Workshop, Shinto[/i]
[@Paradox Witch][/center]

Those first few moments were the most important moments for their budding partnership. Too much fear from Evan meant that Ibaraki would not view him as something to be worked with. Not enough fear would have lead to an immediate breakdown. Too formal a tone would have been nothing but fakeness, but being disrespectful was a fast-track to the grave. The monster regarded her Master evenly as he spoke, her eyes uncomfortably, inhumanly not leaving his own. There was no natural urge for her to only maintain eye contact for brief intervals like with the human mind -- instead her beastly golden eyes bored into Evan, taking one more draw of her disproportionately large pipe. 

Then, a flicker caught her eye. A fire deep in Evan's gaze, something distinctly inhuman, a desire that surpassed the bounds of acceptability among his kind. 

[i]'[color=fff79a]A good look.[/color]'[/i] 

"[color=fff79a]You need not concern yourself. Honor, pride, there is no place for such things when one has a goal. You either attain, or you do not. You wish to be the thief, as do I. Although what we intend to steal are likely different things, we can nonetheless reach an agreeable partnership with that idea as the basis,[/color]" she said in an almost professional manner, painting a dissonant image with her small appearance.  No place for honor or pride, she had said. For that reason, she accepts a human as her Master. That look of his was enough to earn her momentary favor.

Naturally, she had her questions about their circumstances -- the Grail did indeed seem to be in a 'growing' phase, not quite yet well defined in its own system, yet even still, should something such as herself be summonable within the system? A minor conundrum. The opportunity was there, but the fact it was present at all was something to be on guard about. She pressed on anyway, pushing her thoughts to the side for the moment. 

"[color=fff79a]I will not prioritise my comfort in this moment. We are both here for a reason, and even with our conflicting natures, I will not demand you attend to my comforts before the job before us. You have your schemes and conditions, Magus. I would hear them, so I can respond in kind.[/color]"

She was not a 'king'. The presence about her was all wrong, as likely noticed by Evan. It was more like an oyabun, or a mafia boss. Careful in her wording, but not imperious, an undercurrent of fear-inspiring ferocity lining her otherwise perfectly calm voice, an ever-present threat of violence. It could not be said to be directed at Evan, as much as it was [i]everything[/i], regarding the world around her as an obstacle towards her goal.

Her goal of '[i]Fortune[/i]'. 

Once robbed of her kind, a dire fate imposed upon them, but it was not one which she would allow to dictate her. She would be an Oni, but an Oni who rejected her fate, who would find riches among an existence of poverty, even if it is only a slum fortress. 

"[color=fff79a]We shall get right to business, Master.[/color]"