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[@Aku the Samurai][@Taka][@xAlter][@Arminwraith]
[h3][sup]Tending to her duties at the Torigoya Onsen[/sup][/h3][/center][hr]


    Every drag from her pipe brought her a bit closer to euphoria, each plume of whisky pink and gray smoke hissed out between her painted lips a little sweeter. The tea infused with blood would be sipped from the beautifully painted porcelain, still and calm she would listen to Xaku’s words. The mention of Tsugikuni caused the briefest twitch along the corner of her mouth, but the refined marble of her expression remained composed and stone-like. 

[color=#0FFFA7]  “All I can say for certain is that the leak of information does not come from me, as you know, I am a collector of rumors but not a distributor. Still—“ [/color]

    The pipe is drawn from her mouth and the wooden end tapped her cheek as her mind wandered there for a moment. The safety of her staff and those whom worked directly under her took the utmost priority, which meant some form of cooperation would be necessary whether she liked it or not. Those internalized thoughts swirled around in her mind, much like the honeyed mixture within her cup and Mira’s eyes drooped down to the liquid as she pondered this news.

     But then,


Nuisances.
    Nuisances.
        Nuisances.
    Nuisances.
Nuisances.

[i]Crick!..[/i]
   The proprietress snaps her pipe between her fingers and thick veins flowing with heated demonic blood tense and throb upon her face. Violent crimson shimmers in each iris within her sockets, and her brows forcibly knit inward. Outside of the Torigoya hundreds of those vagrant crows that were ever watchful flap their wings and begin to caw, screeching their dead air in resonant anger with their mother. Visible hot vapor spews from each nostril as Muragarasu slowly rises from her seat.

    The inferno of rage bellowing in her stomach is stifled as she momentarily subsides that anger.

    And that sundae of shit was cherry-topped with a ringing of those new age cellular phones. She painfully withdraws it from a pocket tucked into the hem of her kimono and rests the top of the lilac colored phone of her ear with eyebrows raised and eyes glowing red, watching the shit-head nuclear demon from the vision of her many crows. Muragarasu doesn’t speak, she simply listens and doesn’t even have a moment to collect her thoughts as Keodis ended the call. 

Fruitless.

   [color=#0FFFA7]“You’ll need to excuse my rudeness for but a moment Xaku-chan. There seems to be [b]miscreants[/b] acting recklessly in front of my [b]place of business[/b].”[/color] Mura didn’t even stand, it was almost as if she teleported from  sitting across from her to standing at the secret door to the private room and pressed it open.

    But— before she could even cross that threshold, the smell of a familiar stench of blood befouled her nose. The sickly sweet chum in the water that would draw every demon in the district to her Onsen. This was turning out to be one, of the worst days of her life. A life mind you, that has lasted longer than the police chief who she’d just left at the table who would most certainly be unhappy with circumstances here as well. That pit in her stomach grew, ever swirling, hungry not for the taste of human blood but for vengeance that was premature still at this moment.

[center]And to think, she thought the young demon slayers would be the hindrance tonight.[/center]

    Anger earned from such a being would spell the end for many, yet she did not know who exactly where that ire would be directed upon. The woman spilling her blood in the bath, or the fiend outside of the Torigoya. It wasn’t until a voice in her head spoke to say [b]”Two birds, one stone.”[/b] that the ancient’s mind cleared and became lucid as she nodded her head. Mura stepped quickly, closing the distance through the back room and b-lined for front door, swinging it open to make his presence known to all parties outside of her property. Her thumb and index finger tucked into her mouth before she began to blow, causing a shrill whistle to sound throughout the steer and traveling some distance alerting secret individuals of incoming danger to her place of safety. 

[i]Thousands of crows took flight, so many that it seemed as if a storm cloud had formed above the Onsen and swirled violently. The woman’s glowing red eyes narrowed squarely upon Keodis, and then to Jae-eun, then lastly to Kousai. Local human townsfolk who were going about their day notice the crows, and almost as if they’ve seen them before, know to go inside their homes and pack up their carts to evacuate the street.[/i]

[color=#0FFFA7]“I will handle the idiotic woman spilling her spurned blood in my bath— but all of you are to be no less than a mile from the Torigoya. Or else…”[/color]

[center][sup][b]The howling of a wolf can be heard from within the Onsen.[/b][/sup][/center]