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"Ya' better not plan on nesting there! If ya' do there are punishments!" Painful ones. He had already seen a sample of what this Oni girl can do. There was oh, so more to it, and such things where best unseen when you are the target of her fists. The strength of the Oni has been pasted down for centuries in these lands, surely now in the Outside world they are nothing more than myth. How disappointing. Her horns are one of the most treasured things Suika possesses, if this bird dare mess them up or her hair...

What a strong lady he was hitching a ride on! The little bird had to resist clapping with all his might. What a show, he thought. When Suika passed near another tree, the bird chose to hop down from her horn to the top of her head and take a seat there. He made sure not to mess up her hair; People didn’t tend to like that very much aside from him.

“Hey, Oni lady. Hi~. It’s nice up here, you know.” Thought he wasn’t about to suggest that she try it, not being a big fan of being stepped on. 

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"Names Suika Ibuki! Hope ya' don't forget it." 

Giving the Tengu a cheeky grin, a traditional Oni grin. Naturally, she was quite tipsy or full on drunk when meeting anyone. She might not remember many names, but she will always adopt a certain nickname to the strangers she had met. 

“Oh my, an Oni!” I say somewhat excitedly. It’s always fun meeting new people.

I give a polite bow, “Good day Ma’am. My names Volo, just Volo. Might I ask what your name is?”

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"Morrigan, eh? Nice to meet ya' anyway."

Amber orbs inspected the succubus intently; she had never come across a demon like this one before. She would have used the term Youkai, but that accent and attire said she wasn't even of the eastern lands. Casually reaching to grab her violet sake Gourd, and to then take a good ol' sip. Waving a lousy, slim finger at the Succubus in front of her, this Oni did not care for manners.  "Names Suika Ibuki! You ain't a native of Gensokyo, so where ya' from?"

The succubus paused mid-stride, turning to face the source of the sickeningly lively voice. Cyan-hued eyes inspected the odd visitor while slender hands found their place upon her full hips. “I suppose I shall thank you for the compliment,” she replied a bit dryly. What a unique presence this girl had, clearly demonic, however, her personality was far too bubbly. 

“However, you may call me Morrigan. ’Demon lady’ does little to exemplify my magnificence.”

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"Ehh! You satori are so quiet, though! Perhaps if ya' went out a tad more, the rest of them would take a good liking to ya'!"

"Well, you satori folk seem like alright people! Not the partying kind, maybe... but there is always room ta' try!"

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“Your kind makes me think otherwise when I listen to them in their minds. The satori are not accepted even here, Suika.”

“However my Eye has seen no hostility from you, perhaps you’re one of the few exceptions to the rule?”

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"That kitsune kid, sure does love to play with death, don't she?" 

As the Oni watches the scene unfold, at a good distance. Perched on her thick cloud of mist. 

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"Somethin' their throats can swallow without vomitin'!"

If they did happen to wake up from a sip, then that hangover... oh dear. Would they even survive that? The humans sure where a lot of fun for them, she had to admit. That look on their faces when they realized those, flat stomach's of their's was filled to the brim with a strong brew. She busted out into laughter everytime.

"The human stomach should be decently big, don't ya' think? And if not! We can just keep all the stash for ourselves! Us Oni gotta be properly filled!"

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“We can probably brew ‘em somethin’ that won’t knock them out cold.”

She remembers seeing several humans pass out just taking a sip and they didn’t wake up after that. Yuugi wasn’t sure how weak they could make their brews but if they couldn’t, they could just go raid the village for their drinks and let them enjoy them at their party.

“Then we gotta get all the food for it too. Think we can get enough for have some for the oni an’ some for the humans down ‘ere? Or should we just raid the village an’ take everythin’ instead?”

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hey shorti

"Is that a problem, for ya'? If it is that can change." 

The Oni hadn't changed into her giant form, recently. Perhaps now would be a good time to do so. 

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nice horns

"I know! Aren't they a beauty?"

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"Impressive! Not many of ya' can withstand the brew of the Oni. Respect gained!"  As is tradition, and just a old habit. Suika will always gain true respect for those who actually manage to survive a few sips of her sake. The Oni's brew is legendary for is strong taste, knocking out any one with just one gulp. Whether god or human, this drunkard will take a certain liking to you if you happen to live through this. 

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Taking the dish, Momo smiled. “Thank you. Cheers, I suppose.” Raising the dish up, he drank enough for one gulp then sat down, thinking of the sake. “Huh. Strong stuff. I’m used to drinking vodka, and it’s been awhile since I had something burn my throat. But that means it’s good!” Momo smiled and laughed a little, then downed the rest of the contents. “Thanks, miss. I needed that badly. Anyway, what’s your name?” 

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❋ black-cherry-blossoms stumbled upon the Little Pandemonium

"Well if it ain't Yuyuko! How ya' been recently?"

As a thick layer of mist covered the atmosphere, radiating the stench of sake. The Oni exclaims happily at the Ghost Princess, she definitely remembers her from a few events. Now Suika didn't have to worry about breaking her rips, if she wanted a good ol' hug from the Ghost.