Job Based Event [Kiru, Jiyu, Itazura, Irina]

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The kamaitachi had a plan for a prank, for a certain Ace of Clubs, that was physically the size of a child. He was very aware of the fact that she didn't like wearing clothes, so instead dressed in revealing clothing. He sympathized, he didn't really like the idea of wearing clothing either, but over the many years that he has been alive, he has gotten used to it. Though the weasel was never really as bothered by having to wear fabric on his skin like the canine. Luckily for him, the more annoyed by something a person is, the more easily the prankster could mess with them. And usually more reaction came from such. So of course, being someone who was amused by other's pain and being insensitive to how uncomfortable he made his victims, was very keen on planning the most irritating of pranks. Which if you haven't guessed or read the previous post, has to do with clothes.
He'd gone to one of the many clothing stores in Rose Garden, the shopping district of which Black Rose resides in. It was primarily for girls or males that decided they wanted to cross-dress, which wouldn't be to weird for the henge yokai to do. But it was not what was here for, not this time. He perused the selection of little girls clothes, which got him a lot of judgmental looks but he didn't really care or think much of it. He ended up settling on a sort of stylish combat uniform, looked the most torturous to get on, the more painful the better. So this was yesterday, when he purchased the outfit. Okay just kidding, he stole it, since when did he every legally buy something? And of course, larceny no longer has needed effort for Aruzati. Considering how long he has been pick pocketing or shoplifting or just straight up B&E to steal whatever from whoever. He has questionable morals, if he had any at all, which he probably didn't.
The day after stealing the outfit, he rested in his room, not often a thing. Resting yes, but actually being in his room, was not. The boy sat on his bed in his usual sitting position, squatting, which was a rather awkward thing to on a mattress. But was an effortless task for the yokai, who of which had impeccable balance. He also simultaneously bounced up and down and rocked back and forth. His hands on his knees and his heels didn't even touched the cushion. The mustelid was incredibly bored, but at the same time he felt like doing nothing, so he just sat there. Completely forgotten about his prank that he planned despite the clothes sitting only a few feet in front of him. Though the memory of his schemes flooded into his head when he smelled a familiar scent. A wide grin spread across his face as the barely audible footsteps of the petite female came within earshot of the mischievous boy.
Just as she knocked on the door the weasel was already up from his seat on his bed. He swung open the door and yanked her in, she was practically weightless. Slamming the door and locking it with one swift movement, with her still in hand he darted with incredible speed for the clothes. He thus proceeded to dress her in the outfit, it wasn't hard to hold her normally, but once she started squirming it got a bit more difficult. Luckily for the dirty blond, she wasn't as slippery as a weasel, which he knew how slippery they could be, being one himself. He shouts amused him, she attempted to crawl away but was simply caught again. It ended with her being angrily dressed in the outfit of the itachi's choosing. It fit surprisingly well on her for it being a complete guess on his part. She glared at him with a fierce orange gaze, speaking sharply she continued to glare. To answer her assumed rhetorical question, he giggled uncontrollably for a few seconds before saying "Yes, very" in between little spurts of giggles.
The Ace of Spades managed to stopped giggling, at least not as much, he still chuckled here and there. Still thinking of the recently passed events, and her still current irritation with him and his actions. Her blunt statement of her inquiring his help, surprised him a lot. It was rare that somebody would ever ask for his help, considering he was usually the exact opposite of help. Unless you wanted help messing with somebody, then he's got your back. Stopping his laughter he cocked his head slightly in confusion, and his hazel gaze stayed fixated on the ginger as she spoke. His expression was unsettlingly blank, just because it was so weird to see him without any emotion showing on his fair complexion. She asked of him to fetch the other ace, for some reason she couldn't ask. He continued to wear his deadpan expression, blinking slowly as he went through many ideas for why she would be asking this. After some silence she gave more explanation, which he then proceeded to let out a slight 'oh' and paint a wide and troublesome grin back onto his face.
So, surprisingly, with no resistance upon preforming this request, he figured that she already had a hard enough time asking him. So he found enjoyment in thinking of her pain, and he abruptly left his room, not bothering to see if she followed behind or if she wanted to continue speaking with him. And he left in a rather weird way, considering he just kicked the door open, as if it would be to much work to unlock the door and open it like a normal person. For him it probably was, or maybe he just wanted a reason to kick open his door. Though he didn't totally kick it off it's hinges, that of which he was fully capable of doing, he just broke the latch..... and probably the doorknob..... and the part of the door which held the doorknob.
With no shame or thought and consideration for the people that might be sleeping or just trying to go about their day without disturbance he shouted the demon slayer's name. He'd wait a few seconds, listening for the apathetic tone of her voice. If he didn't hear it he would continue, wrenching open poor people's door open and looking for her. Though he just did it for the enjoyment of peoples reaction, he wasn't putting much effort on seeing who it might be. Like maybe being the person he was looking for, he was helpful like that. He made it downstairs and jumped the bar, cutting across a bartender's path to steal a bottle of alcohol. Hopping on the counter and standing he gazed across the crowd of patrons that resided in the inn's eating space. Then very loudly he yelled her name again, hoping for her to actually be there cause he was getting tired of all of the already worn out reactions of the normal people who were very perturbed by him and his loudness.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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His plan had succeeded, when the two-tone haired girl appear beneath him (due to him standing on the bar), and in her usual monotone spoke to him. Stopping his shouting, he grinned his usual grin "Ello Kiru-Chan, Jiyu-Chan wants your-" the weasel's voice faltered, interrupted by the sound and vibrations of something hitting the underneath of counter. As he looked behind him he muttered the last words of his sentence, but didn't really put his voice into it so the word 'help' was probably inaudible to most unless they had hearing like himself. He looked behind himself to see who or what caused the thud beneath him. The popular warrior goddess was the thing that appeared to have caused it, strange for her to be sleeping under the counter instead of her own bed or some such. But he couldn't really be one to  judge someone doing such, considering he did that all the time, rarely ever sleeping in his room. Often sleeping in other people's rooms or odd places like oh, I don't know, maybe underneath the bar counter or even curled around a bottle of alcohol on the shelf. In his original form of course, though doing so in his human form isn't to out of character for the boy, being a rather strange person and all.
Back to the situation at hand, he had awoken the young woman and enraged her by doing so (though he doubts she is that hard to anger anyways) with his shouting to find to the Ace of Hearts. Her fierce red eyes gave him a deadly glare. Which didn't really faze him, he wasn't the type of person to be frightened by things others may be afraid of. So it wasn't scary at all for him, just entertaining. Being a person that seeks pleasure from other people's irritation and pain, take earlier with Jiyu as an example for his mischievous/sadistic tendencies. Plus he gets glares like that all the time from his old friend now somebody who absolutely despises him, Seika. Though her's are more icy while Irina's was more fiery. She stood around five feet and four inches tall, which would've been only an inch shorter then him normally. But considering he was standing on top of the counter, he was now a two, maybe three, feet taller then her. Despite that, with little effort she gave him a nice, solid, left hook.
Now if he wasn't being a complete idiot, and was actually being cautious and taking in the fact that she was extremely upset and was known for being unusually violent, he probably could of done something. Like dodging, stopping it or maybe guarding himself against it, but no, he did not do any of those things, he certainly had the reflexes for doing any of those three things too. So there went the kamaitachi, flying from the counter and across the room, skidding across the ground and hitting a wall. Slightly denting said wall upon impact. This probably scared some of the bar patrons, even more so then him constantly yelling, which was more mildly annoying to them and not really frightening. So her action was rather counter productive, which amused the itachi despite being thrown across the room.
The henge yokai was durable not being human and all, but he did get a nicely broken jaw and even felt a little blood from the back of his head. That of which was very annoying, not liking to be one on the receiving end of pain, though he knew he plenty deserved it. The thing that was probably the most annoying thing, was her using his actual name instead of his alias. Really, she couldn't just, use his alias like most people do, he isn't quite sure but he's pretty sure he didn't introduce himself as such around her. Might've got it from someone who called him that. But it pissed him off to no end, he had it for a reason, maybe it would pick up in a decade or two (time was no problem for the nigh immortal creature). But of course, he didn't show his anger, not in the slightest. And he wasn't the type to pick fights, which might be surprising considering his typical nature which pissed almost everyone off. So he gained his composure, ignoring his pain just enough to cast a spell on himself. Reversing time on himself to make it seem like nothing ever happened to him in the first place, as he did so he heard the canine scold the goddess.
After he finished he chuckled "It's Aruzati actually" he said, correcting Irina, loud enough for her to hear "And that wasn't very nice Iri-Kun" he teased with a grin on his face, giving her a little nickname to try and piss her off again, trying to see where her boundaries were and then proceeding to push them past the limit. He stood up, hoping to get some reaction out of the redhead, in the meantime he watched Jiyu's breakdown. Tears flooding from her wide eyes, the color very much like his own eyes in human form, hazel. Ginger hair clung onto her face from getting soaked with the fluids from her eyes and nose. Her delicate hands gripped the redhead's garments so tightly her already light hands turned whiter. Her eyes bounded back and forth between himself and Kiru. The poor girl was terrified, and he didn't even fully know why.
Earlier she tried to run towards Aruzati to cower behind him, before realizing she was scared of him also, so he assumed at least. And he already knew that she was scared of the Ocean Demon Slayer for reasons still not entirely known. He walked over and stood nearby, but not so much as to scare the childlike wind user. This was a hassle, couldn't he just continue the little dispute with the goddess or even do the task she originally requested of him? He pursed his lips and placed his hand on his hip, orangish colored mustelid ears just barely peeked out and twitched about from his dirty blond locks of hair. He didn't really know how to deal with people who were crying (even himself, though that's a rare occasion), not being the empathetic sort, didn't help he didn't entirely know why she was scared. Well, unless it was a situation where someone was getting tortured. Yeah he's not that good at following rules and not doing illegal things, despite being in a legal guild. Though to be honest it is the darkest of the guilds in this alignment, probably the only reason he was still aloud in this guild.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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He didn't like how Irina phrased her sentence, saying she could call him whatever she wanted, really he couldn't care less what nicknames she call him. Nicknames were fun and amusing, he loved giving people nicknames, especially ones that annoyed them. He just didn't like people calling him by his name unless he gives them permission to do so, and the people feel like they have the authority to call him that. Which they didn't, it was his name, he should be able to choose what they should or shouldn't call him. Though he of all people know that's not how people work, some people were oblivious and others were insensitive to your discomfort and keep doing what they want with not a care in the world. No respect given to anybody, the latter was exactly how Itazura acted. He just didn't like it when it worked against him, and since it wasn't a thing something happened often, people actually getting on his nerves and making him angry, he didn't know how to properly deal with it. So he just bottled it up, though at this point it was already fading, he didn't want to give the goddess any pleasure in knowing she caused him to be annoyed.
The kamaitachi stayed silent as the commotion commenced, a young woman came in shouting, ruffed up from a recent battle, tears at the edges of her eyes. Her face showed her fear and urgency, she needed help so she rushed back to the guild hall of Black Rose. The redhead calmed her down, sort of reminded him of what was just happening prior to the unknown girl's arrival. Which Jiyu, for reasons not known by the henge yokai, in the form of a child basically having a mental breakdown doing to being absolutely terrified of both Aruzati and Kiru. She was still scared, staying close to the goddess and looking back and forth to the two causes of her current freak out. Her face of fear familiar to himself, she didn't want to be there, it was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. But for some reason, had enough stubbornness in the fact that she had to stay. Which is unlike the weasel, he is rarely ever scared, only certain and very specific situations make him frightened. And if he encounters those said situations, the first thing he is likely to do is run, if he even can.
He was dragged from his thoughts when the young looking ginger quietly spoke to him and the demon slayer with immense hesitation. His black expression turned downwards, looking at her with a emotionless and unsettling hazel stare, which probably didn't help the girl not be scared of him. Though I guess it had to do more with the fact that he was male, not who he was as a person, or what he looked like. But maybe it did, he didn't really know. His expressionless face had it's usual look back on it, the sinister look in his eyes and a devilish grin. He placed a hand on his hip "Of course I'm coming" he couldn't turn down the thought of killing and/or eating monsters, that seemed like quite the delightful thing to do. For him at least, he couldn't say it for the others. Jiyu for one didn't look like she was going to enjoy this mission at all, gripping her bow so tight her already pale white skin turned even whiter at the knuckles. He shrugged off thinking about her, and turned to follow the goddess who currently lead the four of them out of the building to where the monsters are.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The kamaitachi had followed after the group, dragging along in the back, and once they'd reached their destination they could see the chaos that the nameless monsters had already caused. Itazura could see why the minor guildmates would need help in this situation, good now that all the aces plus the resident goddess of Black Rose were now here to help. Not to long after their arrival, the previously mention goddess was hit by one of the creatures, and sent flying across the street and through some of the buildings before the momentum broke probably along with Irina's jaw. Situation was similar to what happened earlier in the inn, except she was the attacker and the weasel was the victim. He did enjoy the young woman comically flying past them and through some buildings in a rather dramatic and unrealistic fashion. Jiyu said she could handle herself and Kiru most likely the same, so quickly he started fighting on his own. Running towards a large group of one eyed monsters that stood twelve feet tall, the kamaitachi didn't know the name of them but they looked easy enough to start off with.
He ran into the crowd of them, unsheathing his claws as he did so. He conducted some swift swipes across their bare chests, they did some damage to them just not as much as he usually preferred, though more them most people could due considering not everybody has claws with high damage rates. Three at once went to attack him, he jumped up to dodge them and landed a top one of their heads. He then proceeded to stab downwards into the thick neck of the one-eyed humanoid beast, so much so his hand went into the wound just so his silver claws could peek out the other side. Twisting his hand as he yanked it out he jumped from the monster as it fell, grabbing another by stabbing his six inch sickle like claws into it's single eye socket. Using his enhanced strength he gripped the eye and pushed to monster away from himself, shoving it onto it's rump as it's eye was ripped out from it's skull.
His gaze flicked back and forth from hazel to red, a dangerously devilish grin on the kamaitachi's expression. He was a demon when fighting, downing two creatures twice his height in less then five minutes. Probably due to his ruthless and reckless nature and his lack of a proper fighting style, thus nobody could probably predict his moves since they were made on a whim. He angered the creatures that of which he didn't know the name of, by killing a couple of their friends. Or well, leaving them to die after causing them to majorly bleed out. Which would very soon cause their death. So long story short, they were attacking him still, but with a lot more adrenaline pumped into them. Quickly he ran out from the middle of the crowd so he wouldn't be surrounded. Then he heard the redhead whom he was picking on earlier call his name, he wasn't typically the type to instantly run to people's aide, but he would love to have the young woman owe him a favor. So he ran after her as she was being carried off by a very large two headed snake monster.
To avoid running into more of the same monster he ran up the side of a building, using momentum built up from running. He stabbed his claws when he reached a point where he ran out of speed and climbed the rest of the way up, which wasn't much. He hopped the slanted roofs and swung from the trees with heightened agility, to make himself go faster, he used a burst of air from his hands. Shooting him right off the edge of the building, he quickly realized this was where he wanted to be, with the large reptilian monster having the goddess in a corner. He didn't really know if the powerful woman really needed help, but he didn't really care. Turning himself in midair like a cat, he started falling towards them hands first instead of feet first, like he was jumping off a diving board into a pool. He landed on the creature's back and stabbed right where it's body separated into two heads, he was up past his wrists due to the momentum build up falling. It was kind of an awkward position, but it cause the snake immense pain causing it to drop the redhead as it hissed in pain.
Yanking his hands out, sheathing his claws he hopped backwards. When it gain some of it's composure it looked towards the two of them. But before it could attack, the dirty blond breathed in as much as he could, and with his exhale came an immense amount of white-hot flames. It landed against the beast and clung to it, turning the color of red and orange and yellow as usual flames are. It was distracted by being burned to death, plus it blocked the way from where the monsters were. Aruzati ignored the fact that his spell started to cause a forest fire. Turning he grinned at the female deity "Your welcome Iri-kuuuun~" he said playfully with a giggle, he offered a hand covered in reptilian blood towards the young woman if she needed it. "Now you owe me" he said mischievously and rather vaguely with another chuckle of course. Claiming that she now owed him a favor, whether she needed his help or not she got it. And now the weasel would hold her to that. Though their cover (the two headed snake monster that was burning to death) wasn't going to last much longer, so other monsters would try and attack them, though they would probably get burned also.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The weasel continued to grin mischievous at the goddess, this made her blush and turn her reddened expression away from his eyes. She mumbled something he barely caught, having more enhanced hearing then humans, being an animal an all, he can hear things a lot of people can't or think he can't hear. He guessed this was something that she didn't want to be heard, before he had time to acknowledge it by asking what she meant by 'fuzzy', she harshly grabbed him by his shirt collar and yanked him. She pulled him back in the direction of the village, her red hair changed to an equally bright blue, quickly spreading from the roots to the ends. He wasn't quite sure what that meant exactly, maybe it had to do something to with her magic. But since he didn't know what her magic was, he didn't know, but it made the most sense. Then, unexpectedly yet expected of Irina, he was tossed with her incredible speed. He heard her say 'Have fun' before his ears was filled with the whistling of the wind as he flew through the air.
Most people would be panicked if this happened to them, but of course he wasn't most people. This was previously mentioned multiple times, and can really just be assumed at this point and probably doesn't even need to be mentioned. Though with his personality he wouldn't be fazed by this anyways, but considering his powers are partially wind based, especially something like flying (or you know, plummeting towards the ground at a major speed,) didn't bother the young looking boy in the slightest. As he plummeted, he was able to quickly process that he was about to land in the middle of a bunch of monsters. The water demon slayer was back with the goddess fighting the lion/bird hybrid, while the canine stuck in the form of a child evacuated people. So he decided he'd cast a little magic to help deal with the remaining monsters in this area.
Before he could land, he used an ability that usually more then one kamaitachis are needed for. A large dust devil shot up from the ground and curled around him, it got quite a few monsters caught up in it, the ones that noticed him falling and were getting ready to attack him when he hit the ground. Which was a mistake for them, since they all grouped up, they were effected. Dust and rocks flying all around them, cuts magically appeared on their body and they bled profusely. Though it wasn't really magical, Itazura who resided within the miniature tornado, used his sickle like claws to cut them. Though the rocks and dust also flew around him and effected him also, (though didn't do the amount of damage it did to his enemies,) and the whirlwind was spinning out of his control. This would stay like this until he managed to stop it, though only making an effort to do so when he was sure most monsters around were hurt and weakened.

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