When Jonathan had managed to converse with a Japanese deity during what he thought was a routine negotiation, he thought he'd seen the pinnacle of surreal oddity in life.

He had some annoying, mystical canine at his beck and call, his new colleagues displayed what could only be described as superhuman abilities... hell, last time he stopped by his destination - a [i]totally[/i] normal, completely unassuming and unremarkable book store - he was pretty sure he saw a strange girl that had a fondness for rabbits? He'd decided not to approach her because, honestly, he was dealing with enough crap as is.

That little chat he'd had with Inari still niggled at his mind, and he was sure it had affected his sales lately. It felt like people were listening to him less and less. Having a success rate below 100% bothered the young man, and obviously it wasn't a problem with his sales pitch. Whether it was bad luck spewed by that stupid fox or whatever, Jonathan was convinced that [i]someone[/i] in Soulflame was screwing with his real job, and needed someone to vent at.

Too bad the entrance to the shop was suddenly being guarded by some hulking ogre of a monster.

"...Eh?" Jon had frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the obstruction. Was that even a person? The guy was a monster! The non-combatant salesman was a tad above average in height himself, but he swore that this guy was, like, three times his height!
Well, if the bookstore really was under attack by some rogue demon or whatever, Jon decided he was less than qualified to assist. He could hardly rely on the stupid fox to do more than nip his ankle at best - assuming it bothered to materialise in the first place. No no, a stealthy exit was far more preferable.