Really, an Oni can’t very well complain about a Tengu taking things too literally, can she? Comes with being a reporter. Daichi all but glowed at the simple praise and nodded his head excitedly. “Thank you, Honored! Your peoples’ instructions to mine were quite clear!” He began ticking points off on his hand. “Gather information and inform the masses. Never lie. And maintain the Mountain in your absence. It’s the first rules a Karasu hatchling is taught!” He nodded as sagely as he could.
Unfortunately, or fortunately if you prefer your birds on the confused side, Yurichi’s suggestion of a story left the reporter a bit perplexed, as the unconscious tilting of his head indicated. Daichi spent several long moments trying to make sense of the woman’s statement, but understanding slowly dawned on him. “Money. Ms Yurichi, you can’t really be ordering me to write the article about gold? Of all the interesting things going on in the Underground, you think people want to read about money trading systems?” The level of exasperation in the male’s voice danced dangerously close to disrespectful as he pointed towards the front door of her shop. “I mean, this is the first article written about current yefallos-Oni-luth affairs in… In a damn long time, and I can’t very well waste the opportunity! Money?” He crossed his arms and tried to look stubborn. “I won’t do it. There must be something else.”
It didn’t take too long before the Tengu’s chattering on drove Yurichi back into slumping back and nodding without really listening too much. Alright, she thought, I get it. Not gold. It was wise, in her book, to leave the subject to the expert, anyway. For once she accepted he was right, and yielded as she should.
“Yeah, you have a point. I guess I’m mostly trying to keep things on the down-low… Maybe a little too much.” A brief moment of hesitation, and likely contemplation, prefaced her immediate change in expression. A wicked demons’ grin spread across her face, full of mischief and maybe a bit of malice. “You know… What’s the point without making it really interesting, right?”Putting her hands together and cracking her knuckles loudly, she got up off the stool and rounded her counter, right past the Tengu. “Maybe… We ought to make a story! Something on edge, something controversial to distract from this other- you know, whole thing we got going on.”
She scooped up two armfuls of bottles and supplies and dropped them back on the counter, setting about arranging them excitedly. When she was done, she had a row of smaller, cardboard cubes, a winding trail of juniper seeds, and a set of three pointed bottles that led up to an architectural arrangement of four square bottle-towers around a dish, on which sat a pickled olive.
“We could lead this little story over to the mind-witch. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t make for something good.” Everyone loves a good revolution.