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First things first. You have to take out the garbage.
Rather, you have to have an appropriate person deal with the matter.
You seldom bother to venture into Koakuma's quarters, but needs must and all. You find her snoring softly in a bed set against one wall, another of which is occupied by the homunculus you gave her, chained up in a semblance of crucifixion and entirely nude save for a hood of leather and rubber enclosing its entire head save for the mouth.
You're surprised she hasn't broken it and thrown it out yet. Most likely she'll forget to feed and water it at some point. No matter. In any case, the bedding and walls reveal nothing out of the norm, seeming perfectly ordinary and revealing themselves to be entirely without any sort of spattered gore or horrific and dire prophecies carved into the walls with her fingernails.
You suppose she got bored with that at some point, and given that she doesn't receive visitors often in any case, decided not to bother with ceremony.
Topping it all off, she is clutching a teddy bear to herself as she slumbers.
Of sorts. In point of fact, it's actually the remains of an infant bear, stolen from its mother, killed, skinned, and then stuffed to make a semblance of the children's toy. There was some difficulty in properly curing the fur, as you recall, and the false eyes placed will insist on popping out and rolling all over the place if not minded, and aren't particularly lifelike besides, but it's neither here nor there and you didn't step in here to split hairs. But to soak them, rather.
Koakuma sits up, spluttering from the shock, and revealing as the sheets pool down about her hips that she sleeps in the nude. Of course she does. She pretends to be embarrassed and looks away, managing to arrange her arms in an attempt to cover herself that is spectacularly ineffective at covering herself, feigning enough surprise that it could be a simple mistake and not deliberate attempts at seduction. If she'd managed to fake an actual blush on the spot, it might be more effective.
"C-cold~" She stammers, shifting her arms to prominently display the effects of such unexpected chill.
"Enough of that. You have work to do. I need you to dispose of the homunculi samples." You say, dryly.
"... And you have to wake me up for that?" She grouses.
"I would prefer not to come into any more contact with the substance than is absolutely necessary." You admit. "And while I could simply incinerate the lot of it, I may wish to reuse those vials at some point."
"... Awww. You know full well how caked on that stuff is by now..." Koakuma whines.
"Then you had best get started, hadn't you."
"You're not punishing me for something, are you...?"
"... I wonder. Is there anything you might have done, recently, that would warrant a punishment?" You ask, instead of admitting you'd decided to do this on a whim.
Koakuma can't quite hide the momentary flicker of guilt. But then, you were expecting that... she does make something of a habit of getting into as much trouble as she can. Usually it's harmless enough, kidnapping a fairy or three from their duties to play cultists-and-maiden-sacrifice or some such, but it's best to keep hinting that you know what she's been up to and occasionally punish her for it, even if you have no actual evidence that she's been anything but on her best behavior.
It encourages her to keep those childish misdemeanors harmless, after all.
"Right, right, I'm going." She says, starting to stand up to dress physically, and without shame, despite that she knows full well how to alter her clothes through magical means. You're already out the door, however, and don't bother to look back, through polite indifference.
Next is the witch.
She's already awake and casually eating breakfast. It looks like a local meal of soup, rice, and fish.
"I need you to brew me a poison." You say, not bothering to beat around the bush.
The slow slurping at her soup comes to an uncomfortable halt. She seems a bit uncertain about this command.
".... Nothing that will cause permanent harm." You clarify. "Perhaps powerful and blinding headaches, or a lingering nausea that makes it impossible to eat anything more strongly flavored than unseasoned boiled rice."
"Oh, yeah, I can do that." She says, looking a little relieved. "... I mean, I can do the other kind too, but I'd rather not. Not without me being really sure it's both worth my time, and it won't be turning around on me any time soon, anyway..."
"Consider it, as well, to be a challenge. To make it as impossible to detect as you can when mixed with alcohol..."
"Gonna need a sample of it." She says right away. "For stuff."
"You can locate beverages on your own time, correct?"
"Nah, not drinking, just... stuff. Like, it's no good if I make something that's totally invisible in sake, only it gets completely neutralized in plum brandy and messes up the flavor besides, right? That'll get noticed in a snap."
"Fine, as you please. It will be arranged." You say, grudgingly.
.... You may need to acquire another bottle, later, but that's beside the point and shouldn't present much of a problem. For now, as the witch goes back to her meal, you focus on other things.
You have to think about the Kappa.
They did seem fairly friendly, to a point, upon that occasion where they... barged into your home without so much as a by-your-leave, tore apart your vehicle and improved it according to their own specifications, then left without a word of explanation. They did leave that manual, of course, and you can only assume that only a fool wouldn't read it thoroughly unless they were already very familiar with Kappa work...
And there's that item of Kamishirisawa's as well. The coffee-brewer. She seems quite pleased with it, and it is apparently of Kappa make, no matter how vaguely disturbing it might be to look at as it does its job.
Well, 'to a point', you suppose, is the best way you can put it. Though they don't seem to have, thus far, displayed a widespread enmity towards anyone in particular...
As a whole, you guess you would have to call them relatively neutral, tending to slight friendliness, towards all other parties except Tengu and Oni, with which they are more friendly, judging by local interplay of species and such.
Of course, there is the fact that this is only from what you have observed, and a judgment of the species as a whole. It's not out of the question that there might be outliers in either direction, individuals of pronounced friendliness towards other individuals, or ones which bear a pronounced enmity towards specific individuals or species.
After all, there is the matter of shirikodama to consider.
From what your brief research into local matters and history, though it could be mistaken considering you only spent a few days some time ago devoted to it, the word is a euphemism, of sorts. An extended metaphor, regarding physical matters, and...
As far as you can determine, it refers to a specific portion of anatomy. The prostate gland, in fact. As the Kappa have a historically known propensity to steal the shirikodama of unwary humans...
Well, it's not out of the question that, in the literal sense of such things, a human could no doubt die of such an injury. If not immediately, of shock and blood loss, then infection would almost certainly set into such a wound. And therefore, individual Kappa with a habit of targeting humans could easily color the perception of the whole.
Less literally is the possibility of a different sort of victimization, in which case a specific Kappa might be considered too friendly with humans, and the 'theft of shirikodama' in such a case would instead be referring to particularly forceful molestation of unwary humans. A shirikodama-extracting device could, therefore, be applied either to a device designed for torture and murder or, in the other hand, a device for the enhancement of pleasure from certain acts.
Well, you can't imagine many humans would be happy about it in either case, whether the theft is in the more literal or more figurative sense. Particularly those inquisitive sorts that might hint that they would be receptive towards the latter, only to find themselves unfortunately left open for the former.
In any case, probably best to deal with the half-youkai before venturing to places where the Kappa reside.
The trip is uneventful, and the man nods at you as you enter. Though you do not often come here personally, you are occasionally known to send a servant out to collect some new tome or another.
On that note, your eyes automatically focus on the bookshelves. A quick glance reveals nothing new, however, simply the same collection of fiction and nonfiction, mingled with a very few basic magical texts. Nothing unique or even exceptionally valuable in the lot. It seems to keep the youkai thumbing through them pacified, however. You're given to understand that she is something of a regular as well.
A passing inspection of the rest reveals little of interest. A case of vials containing mystery liquids, every one different from the rest. Bins of refurbished tools and weapons set here and there... the shopkeep keeps his own blade close to hand. You've made inquiries after it before, as it's certainly an interesting and powerful item, but have been rebuffed. He's not interested in selling it. You haven't made any less open attempts to acquire the blade as yet, from a combination of politeness and self preservation. If you made such attempts and were discovered, after all, then you would have given him cause to swing that blade, after all, and though it may be an interesting item for study at some point you are not so desperate yet that you are willing to take risks of that nature.
There are of course shelves of curiosities: music boxes, bookends, paperweights and such. None of them seem to be of particular interest, in all honesty. But aside from those there are also some trays of jewelry and devices fallen through the border from Outside. The former are arranged neatly on display beneath a sheet of glass to prevent thoughtless hands from picking them up and inspecting them.. and then, accidentally of course, dropping them into a pocket before the inspector leaves. With those such as Kirisame about, doubtless a wise precaution. The latter, however, are scattered on their trays without much care taken for their placement. Making it easier to pick them up for a closer look.
You don't see, though....
"A battery?" He asks, after you make the inquiry. "... Actually, I do have one in the back. But I'm afraid one of the Kappa has a long-standing order placed for it, if one was to be located in suitable condition. Apparently she makes a point of inspecting such things to see if anything new has been developed, and how it compares to her own work. I've actually already sent word and she should be arriving later..."
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