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And here, Eva Spencer believed a trip to the Far East would be a good experience. Granted, she would have preferred to be in the company of her new acquaintance, as his (obviously) superior knowledge in the world of demons would have certainly assisted her. He’d warned her that she’d encounter bizarre creatures during her hunting spree in Japan, but Eva blew it off as nothing she couldn’t handle; he’d refused to give her details anyway, so quite obviously it was nothing too horrible. After all, even though the mission orders from the Arch Bishop were vague at best, he seemed direly unconcerned, simply giving her permission to destroy anything she encountered that looked even remotely demonic.
The first few days were uneventful, spent with Eva trying desperately to grasp some concept of the dialect of Japanese spoken in the small village to which she’d been deployed for a month’s stay. She’d picked up a generic thing or two, with the help of a very polite, young translator who bobbed his head far too often to her and said many English words with an aggravating accent, but Eva did her best to patiently help him as he assisted her. It helped to learn how to object to certain actions in the language, certainly, because many of the villagers, having never really seen a Caucasian before, had taken an awful fascination to her long blonde curls and her bright blue eyes. The tugging had to stop. As much as Eva didn’t mind being touched, there just was a limit for everything.
On the fourth night of her stay, she began to do evening patrols after the disappearance of a farmer’s child into the woods during some sort of community meeting held at firelight. It had given her a dose of what Japanese fairy demons were like, certainly, and it was just an absolute pleasure to know that the little bastards were the exact same way, no matter the nationality. She’d also run into a couple of possessed animals here and there, but nothing particularly strange.
Oh no.
She’d been returning from a dusk patrol to attend to private business before her next patrol was well due, when her translator came running to her, shouting to follow him to the small communal stables immediately. Of course, the young woman obeyed, gun and sword drawn and ready as she followed.
A bit later, she found herself standing inside the unwalled stables, one arm folded over her chest and the other’s hand covering her mouth. The translator translated everything he could, but they were speaking awfully fast, but Eva could just tell most the story from where she was standing.
“He says he wants back left arm,” the young man beside her said.
Eva eyed the pathetic, turtle-like demon as it sprawled on its knees before a farmer, one hand clasped over the bloody hole that was once the place of its other arm. Its grotesque beak clacked against itself as it rabbled on, pleading and begging and bowing repeatedly before the farmer, who looked less than willing to return the arm. Bowing, over and over, a bizarre liquid that had pooled itself in the concaved skull of the Kappa sloshed over occasionally, wetting the tufts of black hair that made a perfect ring around its head. (And really, had that beak been a nose, he could have looked exactly like the hunch backed Arch Bishop, Eva thought with a mental snicker.)
“I don’t get it,” the British woman replied, glancing at her translator. “Where is its normal dwelling? What is its normal means of attack?”
“Kappa live in the waters of whole surrounding area,” the translator replied with a tiny bow. “It feeds on insides.”
Eva flinched and flailed her arms out, startling the farmer, the Kappa and the translator. She hopped to face the translator completely, jutting a hand towards the awkward demon. “Those things live in the water?!” she screamed. When the translator nodded his head, eyes huge, Eva clapped a hand to her forehead. “I was bathing there! Did you not think this very important to tell me?!”
The translator bowed apologetically. “Apologies, Lady! Your homeland has not such waterdwellers?”
“Of course they do!” Eva heaved. “But it rips one’s entrails from the stomach!”
The translator vehemently shook his head. “No! Not from one’s stomach.”
“What?”
Another shake of his head, the translator coughed before reaching a hand around to pat at his rearend. “Kappa sucks or pulls from here.”
For the longest moment Eva could do nothing but stand there, slackjawed. That news was simply just getting better and better for her, wasn’t it? “So… it… pulls one’s entrails… out of one’s ass…” she said, very slowly to make sure the translator understood her (having taught him the word ‘ass’ just two days prior). When the translator bobbed his head in confirmation, Eva threw her hands up. “Well, isn’t that just precious? I’ve been at risk of being molested up my bumhole by the Arch Bishop’s long lost twin brother, as unbeknownst as it was. Ahha, I just suppose the joke is just on me.” The acidity of her tone was practically palpable.
She stomped around then, snorting and glaring at the Kappa several times, who just watched her with wide eyes as it bobbed back and forth in pain. Not that it mattered much to Eva, being one to secretly enjoy toying in the matters of torture various prey of hers if time and circumstances allowed, so she completely ignored the child-sized demon. Before long, she turned back to her translator. “Alright, then, is it agreeing to leave the village alone should we somehow magically produce its arm?”
“Of course,” the young man replied. “Kappa are good on such promises. We just must have the farmer retrieve Kappa’s arm.”
Again, Eva tossed her hands in the air with a shrug. “Alright then. Where’s the arm?”
She quirked an eyebrow as the translator’s gaze shifted around to his other side where a horse plodded back and forth in its stable hold. Eva, having a strong affinity for animals, and especially horses, had immediately noted the awkward bobbing and springing the horse had been prancing with when she first jogged into the small building, but figured it could wait until after the matter of the Kappa had been resolved.
Of course, now, it had clicked, gazing between it, and the hopeful looking Kappa still weaving on the floor…
…a hardy laugh erupted from the young Westerner as she doubled over and grabbed at her ribs with a hand. So, it had lost its arm within the backside of a horse, did it? Well, good for it, most certainly. She had no pity over the matter, and displayed it with a wave of her hand as she straightened and started to swagger to leave, still laughing. “Well, that is lovely-I do wish you luck with that!”
“Where are you going, Lady?” the translator asked with a frown.
Eva bounded around so she could walk backwards, hunching over and grinning. “Hey, I kill them, I don’t fix them, love,” she replied, waving both hands all about in her humor. “Besides, I have a couple of little gnawful pixies that owe me money from the other night. ‘tis not a wonderful feeling, being mugged by pixies.” Another swing and she was facing the right direction in which she was headed. “But you all have a jolly good time getting that arm out, loves! Careful, horses do kick!”
And here, Eva Spencer believed a trip to the Far East would be a good experience. Granted, she would have preferred to be in the company of her new acquaintance, as his (obviously) superior knowledge in the world of demons would have certainly assisted her. He’d warned her that she’d encounter bizarre creatures during her hunting spree in Japan, but Eva blew it off as nothing she couldn’t handle; he’d refused to give her details anyway, so quite obviously it was nothing too horrible. After all, even though the mission orders from the Arch Bishop were vague at best, he seemed direly unconcerned, simply giving her permission to destroy anything she encountered that looked even remotely demonic.
The first few days were uneventful, spent with Eva trying desperately to grasp some concept of the dialect of Japanese spoken in the small village to which she’d been deployed for a month’s stay. She’d picked up a generic thing or two, with the help of a very polite, young translator who bobbed his head far too often to her and said many English words with an aggravating accent, but Eva did her best to patiently help him as he assisted her. It helped to learn how to object to certain actions in the language, certainly, because many of the villagers, having never really seen a Caucasian before, had taken an awful fascination to her long blonde curls and her bright blue eyes. The tugging had to stop. As much as Eva didn’t mind being touched, there just was a limit for everything.
On the fourth night of her stay, she began to do evening patrols after the disappearance of a farmer’s child into the woods during some sort of community meeting held at firelight. It had given her a dose of what Japanese fairy demons were like, certainly, and it was just an absolute pleasure to know that the little bastards were the exact same way, no matter the nationality. She’d also run into a couple of possessed animals here and there, but nothing particularly strange.
Oh no.
She’d been returning from a dusk patrol to attend to private business before her next patrol was well due, when her translator came running to her, shouting to follow him to the small communal stables immediately. Of course, the young woman obeyed, gun and sword drawn and ready as she followed.
A bit later, she found herself standing inside the unwalled stables, one arm folded over her chest and the other’s hand covering her mouth. The translator translated everything he could, but they were speaking awfully fast, but Eva could just tell most the story from where she was standing.
“He says he wants back left arm,” the young man beside her said.
Eva eyed the pathetic, turtle-like demon as it sprawled on its knees before a farmer, one hand clasped over the bloody hole that was once the place of its other arm. Its grotesque beak clacked against itself as it rabbled on, pleading and begging and bowing repeatedly before the farmer, who looked less than willing to return the arm. Bowing, over and over, a bizarre liquid that had pooled itself in the concaved skull of the Kappa sloshed over occasionally, wetting the tufts of black hair that made a perfect ring around its head. (And really, had that beak been a nose, he could have looked exactly like the hunch backed Arch Bishop, Eva thought with a mental snicker.)
“I don’t get it,” the British woman replied, glancing at her translator. “Where is its normal dwelling? What is its normal means of attack?”
“Kappa live in the waters of whole surrounding area,” the translator replied with a tiny bow. “It feeds on insides.”
Eva flinched and flailed her arms out, startling the farmer, the Kappa and the translator. She hopped to face the translator completely, jutting a hand towards the awkward demon. “Those things live in the water?!” she screamed. When the translator nodded his head, eyes huge, Eva clapped a hand to her forehead. “I was bathing there! Did you not think this very important to tell me?!”
The translator bowed apologetically. “Apologies, Lady! Your homeland has not such waterdwellers?”
“Of course they do!” Eva heaved. “But it rips one’s entrails from the stomach!”
The translator vehemently shook his head. “No! Not from one’s stomach.”
“What?”
Another shake of his head, the translator coughed before reaching a hand around to pat at his rearend. “Kappa sucks or pulls from here.”
For the longest moment Eva could do nothing but stand there, slackjawed. That news was simply just getting better and better for her, wasn’t it? “So… it… pulls one’s entrails… out of one’s ass…” she said, very slowly to make sure the translator understood her (having taught him the word ‘ass’ just two days prior). When the translator bobbed his head in confirmation, Eva threw her hands up. “Well, isn’t that just precious? I’ve been at risk of being molested up my bumhole by the Arch Bishop’s long lost twin brother, as unbeknownst as it was. Ahha, I just suppose the joke is just on me.” The acidity of her tone was practically palpable.
She stomped around then, snorting and glaring at the Kappa several times, who just watched her with wide eyes as it bobbed back and forth in pain. Not that it mattered much to Eva, being one to secretly enjoy toying in the matters of torture various prey of hers if time and circumstances allowed, so she completely ignored the child-sized demon. Before long, she turned back to her translator. “Alright, then, is it agreeing to leave the village alone should we somehow magically produce its arm?”
“Of course,” the young man replied. “Kappa are good on such promises. We just must have the farmer retrieve Kappa’s arm.”
Again, Eva tossed her hands in the air with a shrug. “Alright then. Where’s the arm?”
She quirked an eyebrow as the translator’s gaze shifted around to his other side where a horse plodded back and forth in its stable hold. Eva, having a strong affinity for animals, and especially horses, had immediately noted the awkward bobbing and springing the horse had been prancing with when she first jogged into the small building, but figured it could wait until after the matter of the Kappa had been resolved.
Of course, now, it had clicked, gazing between it, and the hopeful looking Kappa still weaving on the floor…
…a hardy laugh erupted from the young Westerner as she doubled over and grabbed at her ribs with a hand. So, it had lost its arm within the backside of a horse, did it? Well, good for it, most certainly. She had no pity over the matter, and displayed it with a wave of her hand as she straightened and started to swagger to leave, still laughing. “Well, that is lovely-I do wish you luck with that!”
“Where are you going, Lady?” the translator asked with a frown.
Eva bounded around so she could walk backwards, hunching over and grinning. “Hey, I kill them, I don’t fix them, love,” she replied, waving both hands all about in her humor. “Besides, I have a couple of little gnawful pixies that owe me money from the other night. ‘tis not a wonderful feeling, being mugged by pixies.” Another swing and she was facing the right direction in which she was headed. “But you all have a jolly good time getting that arm out, loves! Careful, horses do kick!”