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[indent][indent][sub][sub]A Tabletop Discussion ' ' Feat - [@Dane][/sub][/sub]
[Sub][sub]Location - [b]VIP ROOM[/b][/sub][/sub]


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[color=beige]What a time to be alive, if you could call it that; the reality of Muragarasu's existence was something that she herself would classify as something adjacent to it. Circumstances were strange and the company she spent time with would most certainly be classified as stranger, but then again, that was what made things interesting. Though.. the visitor she had the pleasure of spending time with now was unexpected to the degree of [b]stressful[/b]. To think that the demon king would find himself in her neck of the woods with less than a message of warning pricked along the back of Mura's neck like ants, and so too did those bites sting.

But if there was anything Mura was good at doing, it was masking her emotions. So she sat across from the man with a smile wreathed in warmth and softness, glowing as if she were the sun that so many demons hid from. Her smoking pipe was set on the table just in arm's reach and every few moments she would outstretch an arm to pluck and draw it towards her lips to take a slow drag of wispy smoke to breathe into her ancient lungs and blew out rings and streaks of gray smoke. It calmed the nerves. The ritual was one that had been picked up o' so many years ago, by now going a day without it meant something was awry or the merchant she bought herbs from had been murdered.

Her deep crimson eyes set upon Michikatsu, the slit iris within the blood pools of her eyes dilating as the man's presence is finally beheld yet her tone remains resolute; the ears upon her head twitch but otherwise Muragarasu remained statuesque as the demon king spoke affluent poetry to ring within those long ears. [color=#0FFFA7] "The way you speak does not match how you've garbed yourself, my lord. A compliment to your mannerisms, though I am sure when you oft meddle with nascent demons and the ilk of muddled blood it is better to take on an appearance more suitable for the modern age."[/color]

She chewed on her inner cheek after speaking, her predatory eyes glancing to offer the [b]other[/b] demon sharing the room with them a cursory look. Respect was lacking for the third party, though it was fleeting as the more pressing matter rested directly across from her at the table. Her idle hand placed upon her lap slowly floated up and forward to gracefully take a cup of tea from atop the table, a swirling spiral of dark red viscera swirled at the center. Sickly sweet and metallic all the same was the aroma given off from the concoction, and it was brought to her cherry painted lips to sip slowly before setting it atop a porcelain dish silently.

[color=#0FFFA7] "As the youth would say, my lord, let us not beat around the bush ... what is it that you are doing here? A number of your lessers caused quite the stir in my territory a short while ago, along with the slayers you [i]know[/i]  ...  and lastly, I have the utmost confidence you are here to ask something of me. If that is the case, be aware that no matter your station, I am not in the business to make deals that aren't favorable to me and those I care for."[/color] The words held no violence, no ill-will. But they were sharp and pointed, like a blade held closely at her side yet to be drawn whilst having the utmost intention of unveiling this weapon at the drop of a hat. It was better to be guarded and prepared than to be unarmed and defenseless, especially in times like these.[/color]

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