[ About fifteen minutes prioir, a busy Tamamo street hosting a wide array of adult entertainment stores and strip clubs had been thrown into chaos by the most flagrant display of public nudity yet. Yang was spared the sight of the lunatic in the act. However, his status as a Lost Soul has made it so the local youkai business owner, standing point in front of his velvet-lined display advertising a selection of sex toys, complete with a couple mannequins, eagerly dragged him and another lucky soul to the fray, making it all their business.

If Yang wasn’t interested, he would have simply walked away… but there is something appealing about this. A sense of thrill that’s been mostly missing since he’s arrived here. ]

Put simply, a pervert is on the loose. [ He summarizes for the youkai, a touch sly, amber gaze cutting to whomever his partner happens to be. ] Isn’t this police work?

[ Maybe, just maybe… he speaks to a member of the Enma. In which case, have a raised eyebrow to bring the point home. ]

[ The pursuit for the pervert is well underway. Yang ascends a staircase that the half-nude man ran up as fast as he can, before entering the rooftop. He leaves the door ajar for the person who is similarly chasing the target, looking all kinds of miserable in his tighty-whities.

Punctuating the otherwise drab concrete landscape is four massive air-conditioning units, spaced equal parts away from each other in a grid, filling the shared atmosphere with a permanent hum. The mechanical noise throws Yang’s senses off. ]

Where’d the bastard go? [ He hisses, brow furrowing, lips stitched in disapproval. ]

[ Yang is not a kind person. Anything remotely related to a competition for a questionable, profitable substance brings out the sly-eyed vulture, waiting to sink his talons into his chosen prey. Since this began, the criminal began working tirelessly to track down the location of these Stardust piles.

Now, it’s time to collect. As always, he approaches with a smooth confidence, but now there is a shift: a prickling, stinging sensation of the thin edge of the knife. His right hand slides into the pocket of his trousers, and he can see the untouched pile of Stardust, right in the middle of a playground nestled to the side of a small park. ]

a. ( SUTOKU ) [ If accompanied by a fellow member of the Sutoku Alliance, they’ll see a couple of youkai affiliated with the Tamamo clan come up from behind them. Yang catches sight of them from the corner of his eye. He bends over to pick up one of the Stardust rocks, running the particle between his finger.

His voice comes out slowly, edged in a laugh. ] They don’t seem like that big of a threat.

b. ( SHUTEN / TAMAMO / ENMA ) [ For the purpose of conflict, let’s say that Yang is later on the uptake than his competition from the Lost Souls. A fact that needles him, mighty gatherer of Stardust. But this doesn’t dissuade his predatory advance, nor insistence of making the ordeal intrinsically territorial. ] That’s mine. [ A beat, before a mocking note weaves into his voice. ] And unfortunately, there’s not a single thing of mine I wish to hand over to you.

[ Having moved so hand-to-hand with Sutoku business since his arrival, Yang would hate to miss the festivities. And so, he’s in a good mood, downing a shot of shōchū at one of the standing tables. In the middle, there’s a paper plate with a stick of dango. Yang picks it up and eats the pink one on the very end.

Sweets aren’t his favorite type of food, but he’s forced to admit — ] Not bad. [ Caught in an unusually generous spirit, Yang holds out the dango stick to the other person in a way that suggests that they can just eat it like this: with him essentially feeding them. ] Here. Have one.

[ Someone can try to take the stick from him and eat it normally, but his hold on the stick is unusually firm. An opportunity to play tug-o-war with a dango stick, I suppose… ]