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[h3][sup]Tending to her duties at the Torigoya Onsen[/sup][/h3][/center][hr]
    [color=#0FFFA7]”Most certainly, once my assistants return I’ll have them set a table for the two of us.”[/color] The honeyed words that spilled out from the proprietress’s painted lips were less restrained when speaking to the chief of police as there was no need for smoke and mirrors with an old friend.

    [color=#0FFFA7]”But until the young ones return with their lunch, have a smoke, relax, change into something more comfortable.”[/color] She was coy with the White Devil, the fox’s tongue was serpentine as a glowing smile stretched from cheek to cheek as her lipstick stained teeth appeared for the terse woman.

    Mura bent down to clasp the wooden handle of a small drawer beneath her at the greeting desk. Within were a number of old kiseru, forged of polished brass and liquor soaked wood. One that smelled faintly of poppy wrapped in a dark red ribbon would be plucked out and the proprietress would gracefully walk to Xaku before handing it to the fellow ancient. [color=#0FFFA7]”I’ll have Robin retrieve the blend with rose and lavender to enjoy with our tea, tea and tobacco go well together for conversation.”[/color] She winked at the chief before passing by her to step along to the nearest hallway; she didn’t head for the baths this time, instead making a sharp turn early on where two white doors separated staff from those who visited the onsen. 

    Mura didn’t enter, instead she just peaked her head in and spoke at an elevated volume. [color=#0FFFA7]”Sake, two cups, and fresh sashimi.”[/color] It was the kitchen where two Japanese men in white aprons were meticulously washing plates and cups that had been dirtied throughout the day. The proprietress was just about to leave after giving the short order but she would duck right back in to say in a much lower volume. [color=#0FFFA7]”We also have some young ones so— snacks.”[/color] The double doors closed and she popped back towards the front desk as her vision went blank again, it wouldn’t be much longer before the two staff members who left for lunch returned.

    The mirthful expression on Muragarasu’s face would’ve absolutely frightened anyone who knew her from the past, but the mute and the young girl simply saw a benevolent matron that cared for them and gave them work. Robin saw the crowd of new people and immediately wiped the grin off of her face and dusted the leftover crumbs off of her hands. Sparrow would take a moment, watching his friend notice before actually looking around the onsen himself to take note of the activity. [b]”I’ll bolt to the woman’s bath to see if there’s anyone requesting anything!”[/b] Robin sputtered to Mura before she would very quickly rebut. 

    [color=#0FFFA7]”No.. you’re going to set a table in my room for me and an old friend to enjoy some tea. Could you also fetch that old pepper box with the peacock feathers?”[/color] Mura’s words weren’t even answered with words and instead a quick bow and the girl named Robin flew away, bolting through the hallways with acute memorization of how and where to find what the proprietress was looking for.

    Her crimson eyes would flutter as she glanced back to Xaku with a nod of her, swaying in her kimono to beckon the chief to follow her to the west-most side of the onsen away from the baths where a large false wall would open discretely with a simple touch of her black painted nail. The room wasn’t unnecessarily large, but it could hold a large group of yakuza with enough space to move around. At the center was a table, where tea and cups had already been set for them. The smell of iron filled the air, along with other things— jasmine, poppy, and maybe just the slightest bit of opium. Mura would sit down on the tatami to face Xaku. She would take her own pipe out, untucking it from the side of her kimono to find her lips once again and sucking from the still burning coal nestled inside. 


    Smoke would slither and sputter from her lips and nostril as her expression melted away, replacing it not with remorse or anger, but rather a vapid seriousness as a frown tugged along the corners of her lips. [color=#0FFFA7]”O’ chief of police-san, why is such a volatile group of children in my onsen this eve?”[/color] As the burning question escaped her lips, Robin would come dashing in with the pepper box to set it down in front of the White Demon. It was a simple wooden box with three peacock feathers set into the top of it, opening it up would have Xaku find finely ground tobacco for the pipe she was offered.