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[img]https://i.ibb.co/rtvdswm/divider-line-02.png[/img]It was to be expected there would be several complaints filed in over the course of the night. The disastrous procedure of the warehouse mission seemed near-destined to fail though surely there had to be some logic from the higher ups? Probably. Regardless, Mako didn’t say much word of it, not when she was looking half-dead, half-awake herself. Of course, that was her natural demeanor. She merely stood rigid under the reports and complaints, giving payments left and right to the Devil Hunters who each filed back to base one by one. Ironically, it was only Beniha’s written complaints that gave her pause for reaction, though the Weaver simply raised an eye at it. All would be explained, no doubt, in due time but for now it was cause to relax.

The DHA bases differed in quality via location, often treated both as a place to gather and accept missions as well as a temporary place of residence for traveling Devil Hunters. As such, the service was, usually, acceptable for the type of lives each hunter lived. As the Devil Hunters went about their own tasks in the underground base, a blurring gush of movement would snap about in the corners of their vision at breaking speeds. This was of course no small feat of surprise, not when the dashing blur would stop by each one to give them a paper slip.

First was Hoshio. Coming to a skidding stop and standing before the dozing man was the speed demon herself, one of the many Youkai employed by the DHA to act as potential contracts for Devil Feeders. Most people just called her [url=https://i.imgur.com/6jEkkEx.png]Sonchiku[/url] for one reason or another. [color=mediumorchid]“Hey. Hey. Old man. Hey,”[/color] she said, poking at his arm to get Hoshio’s attention. [color=mediumorchid]“You’re having a meeting in a few minutes so get your food and butt off to meeting room number five. K, bye.”[/color] 

And before anyone could ask to contract with her-for plenty have tried for such a fast demon-she was already gone in a running blur. Zipping around the floor, she’d give slips to Mai, Adam, Beniha, and finally Maria; who probably deposited the warehouse hostage to a safe corner of the road. Everywhere she went, dust was kicked up unfortunately. [color=mediumorchid]“Geez you lot ever heard of mingling? No wonder no Youkai wants to contract with you,”[/color] Sonchiku said with no regard for whoever heard.

Back in the darker parts of Siracha City, the happenstance bar that was once lonely became vacant no longer. The first to arrive was Shika, who was greeted with no reaction from the hand statue by her high-five. There wasn’t even a glimmer or glint of anything magical out of reaction but perhaps something was triggered after all. In just a few moments, Rufus himself appeared to greet her with his presence, appearing on the wrong side of the bar. One might have thought it was he who owned the place and called them there were it not for the music in their heads toning down.

It started with Shika, lowering in volume, but now it was more noticeable upon Rufus’ appearance. The music, almost sounding like muffled swing melodies, was soon drowned out by a soft applause coming from the couch. [color=gold]“Hey, not bad, not bad at all. That was a pretty funny joke there,”[/color] the [url=https://i.imgur.com/U8BhA1F.png]newcomer[/url] said with a nod to Shika. Apparently, her high-five stunt was amusing enough for people to pop out of nowhere. The reclined girl looked up Rufus, the same cool smirk directed on him. [color=gold]“Why don’t you get us a few drinks Daddy-O. Something tells me we’ve got some cool cats swinging by dragging in a mouse.”[/color] She chuckled to herself, sensing Da-Xia’s party getting close to their establishment. The smell of a human was fresh in the frigid air.
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