茨木童子

      “Engaging in vandalism is far less work.” She has a point, to be fair.

Like for a short starter! Due to the nature of Ibaraki’s character she’s more likely to get along with non-humans. Humans can like, of course, but she’ll be far more guarded.

     “Why are there never any parties free of humans? It’s only natural that an oni would like to revel in the pleasures that any event might offer, yet under no circumstance do I wish to attend a venue full of that filth! Maybe I’ll just burn the party down instead!” 

“You mean the game isn’t just stealing them from defenseless humans?” Too late

“And I hardly doubt the tale of your birth is one of love.”

     “An ‘oni joke’? Kuh! I’m not so foolish as to expect a human to understand something like that. But you aren’t simply a human, are you halfling?” His presence made her blood boil, and his scent carried that of her kind subtly. “To think one of my own would lay with a human... Tch. If the blood of an oni runs through your veins, you have an obligation to bring offerings to the leader of the oni of Mt. Oei!”

“Sweets? Humans like sweets, don’t they? However! For the advice I demand half of what you acquire!”

     “You could always kill one of their enemies and bring back their corpse!”

     Ibaraki had been content with two, but the appeal with having more was an enticing one. “Oh? Could it be that Shuten wants to pillage with me!?” A rare opportunity indeed! It hadn’t happened since they’d become Servants. Hoping down from her perch, she took her childhood friend’s hand in her own. “Quick! Quick! Before human law enforcement comes! Fufu... we’re lucky they take so long to assemble!”

     “Stealing, obviously!” She was as excited as a puppy and would have jumped around did she not fear the roomba she had her feet cleanly planted on running away. ”Is this not what oni do best? These are futuristic cleaning devices that will clean our home for us without effort on our part!”

Arms crossed over her chest, she slowly traveled down the street with a roomba under each foot. Grand Theft Roomba 2, but this time they’d been stolen from a store. That was a block behind her. On fire.

     “Kukuku! Foolish humans! I am not even an infant!” Her cackle sounded far more menacing than she looked as a bag of candy hung from either horn atop her head, arms filled with even more. “’Your costume is so realistic!’. KUHAHA! Of course it’s realistic! It’s real!”

     “Kuu... I enjoy this ‘Halloween’ event but humans use it as an excuse to constantly ask me what I’m dressed as even when I’m not in costume.” She has no problems shoving the candy she receives in her hole, however.

     “Kuahaha! Cower in fear at the sight of my costume, humans!” That sure was one hell of a frilly, orange magical girl costume. It seems like someone had gone to great lengths to force her to wear it - probably by convincing her humans were scared of magical girls. “Surrender all your sweets and alcohol to me!”