After leaving Lazirha's house, Misaki found herself hard-pressed to ignore the sudden surge in activity within the town. It seemed like it was only right to go check out the source—if there was anywhere abuzz with activity, Lazirha was likely to be nearby. She seemed like the sort of person to get wrapped up in that sort of thing, given her affability towards them when they had first met.

As she slowly strolled over to the north, Misaki found herself pausing and staring at the few apparent newcomers (well, besides themselves) who were milling about. Given her heritage, it would have been comically ignorant of her to not notice the oni decked out in what was almost unmistakably Japanese-style equipment. The fact that she seemed to be staring back was not lost upon the young woman, but to drop her initial task to find their benefactor would have been rather flippant at best.

Luckily enough, though, it seemed that Lazirha had found [i]them[/i] instead, and as she bounded over, Misaki watched the other masked visitor leave. The offer to look at the shop was tempting, but given that they had no money to speak of...

"You really do have an obsession with tails, don't you?" Misaki asked, shrugging her shoulders before turning back towards the way the oni had gone. "Rather than that, though... What of the other visitors here? Are they all together...?"

If Lazirha couldn't provide her with a sufficient response, she'd go and talk to the oni herself; it seemed much more efficient than window shopping with empty pockets, after all.

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