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It was sort of like an orientation wasn’t it?
There were a number of officials there to supervise this sort of initiation, a large stadium-like room for the ensemble of strangers to gather and be watched and measured by those officials. Eleanor felt relatively old amongst the majority of young adults and teens that filled the room, perhaps even being closer in age to the proctor who spoke in that commanding tone at them. But everyone’s journey starts at a different time, maybe theirs started earlier than her own, maybe theirs would end earlier too. Who’s to say?

There were some whispers amongst the many strangers once Commander Mara asked if there would be any questions, but Eleanor would remain silent and watchful. Her fingers would reach up for the hem of her hood to lightly grip it and pull it a bit further down— beneath the shadow of the cowl her eyes would begin to glow with that golden shimmer. When someone finally decided to break the ambience of heavy darkness with a question about lunch, Eleanor pressed her lips inward to stifle the grin that would begin to form upon her face.

Nearly silent was the sigh that hissed out from her nostrils, enjoying that brief yet short-lived break from the tension of the moment. She wondered then, exactly how colorful the cast surrounding her might be? That question alone was enough to allow Red Riding’s mind to wander and assisted all the more in maintaining the silence she so deeply wished to maintain.




@Aku the Samurai@Taka@xAlter@Arminwraith
Tending to her duties at the Torigoya Onsen



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.

“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—“

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.

Crick!..
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.

“You’ll need to excuse my rudeness for but a moment Xaku-chan. There seems to be miscreants acting recklessly in front of my place of business.” 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.

And to think, she thought the young demon slayers would be the hindrance tonight.


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 ”Two birds, one stone.” 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.

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 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…”

The howling of a wolf can be heard from within the Onsen.




Cluaise || Thirty || Female
Fighter || Level 1 || 0 / 250 XP || 11 GP



My sheet is mostly done, just hunting down a good image for her.
Dwarf gal blacksmith/fighter here.
I’m still here too, and my sheet is complete!
Fighter Set 1, dibs dibs dibs dibs dibs.
I had an idea for a traveling blacksmith, sword and board user.
I’ve got time for some cozy dungeon crawling.
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