<strong>Location:</strong>L'Escamoteur<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>As Namira forced her authority, the oni stopped for a bit, perhaps momentarily frightened, maybe reassessing the situation.  None of them seemed too bright, and they seemed confused that they hadn't already either been attacked or had their quarry running scared.  New situations required time to think, something helped neither by alcohol nor by being a stupid oni.<br/><br/>However, the kitsune kept her glare on.  "I'm not stupid.  Michaela hired you because she wants revenge."  She looked at the Scions with absolute rage.  "You know, not all the kitsune can change their human form.  Quite a few are stuck, only able to take one human form, and if they're not fast enough, not clever enough, that living for over a hundred years comes to an end pretty fucking quick."<br/><br/>She looked to the oni with something akin to servitude; whatever position the groups held, she definitely wasn't the one in charge, not completely.  However, the mask soon came back as they were still calculating things, leaving nothing but hatred to be read in her expression.<br/><br/>The delay gave the blue one enough time to recognize the name.  "Sun Wukong!"  Something akin to pride showed in his features.  "Not many oni get to say that they whupped the ass of one of his kids."