Welcome to the Fireworks (Open)

A small mouse spirit hopped along the rooftops of the east end of the city, her golden eyes glinting curiously. The buildings here were much cleaner, as though someone had drawn an invisible border of cleanness between here and her former location, and the smell of ramen seemed to hang permanently on the air.
Below her, she could see the people gathering for the show tonight. She'd wanted to invite her friend so she could personally present the present she'd bought for him. There was a weasel having a chat with a giant sewer beast who apparently knew him and through much convincing agreed to deliver a message for him to come meet her if they happened to spot him.
But for now, she was alone. If she wanted to relate well to the humans she wanted to preach to, she'd need to get to know them, know what they do in their off time for fun.
Another hop brought her to the edge of the next building, and she almost missed, grabbing the ledge with her tiny claws and scrambling up. The festival had already begun.

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The rodent stopped suddenly at the edge of the next buildings, her whiskers twitching as she looked up, sensing heat. The warm wind brought a familiar smell as well. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to judge with her myopia the distance to the man atop the glowy descending platform. Her claws scrambled for a moment against the cement as she leaned out as far as she could and then, with a powerful motion of her back legs, launched herself through the air towards the descending oni.
Her aim was to land in his hair and snuggle against the back of his neck. "Takashou-sama... you came..." she would say excitedly, bruxing* after the manner of her kind in this form while she still spoke.

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*bruxing: Basically, the rodent version of a purr. Rats have a split lower jaw, and thus can grind their lower incisors together to sharpen them. This produces a scraping or chittering noise.

She sat carefully, looking down, unable to see much past a blur of the festivities below. "I have come for research, I am hoping it will be entertaining, though." She shyly held her tail, noticing at that moment that the situation was sort of like a date more or less.
The ground came closer, and she could see again. Her nose twitched idly, picking up the scent of funnel cakes and noodles. The funnel cakes intrigued her the most, they gave off the scent of something new and very pleasing to her senses.
Shou's voice recalled her to reality, however, and she remembered that the present would only be accessible in her human form. She'd left it in that cloak of hers after all, which so conveniently disappeared and came back when she transformed.
"Well, I think if I want to enjoy the festivities as a human, I would have to take the form of one," she said slowly, almost philosophically as she released her tail, which had little red marks from where she'd been wringing it absentmindedly.
The mouse jumped once, a glowing golden ball caught her. She jumped twice, another one appeared. Downwards she went until she stood on the ground, the stairway of golden balls disappearing behind her. Chittering a chant faintly, she began glowing in her usual manner, and after that growing until she bore her human semblance once more.
With a sigh, she cast a glance around the festivities with her better eyesight. So many people and so much action!
Nonetheless, she decided it would be best to present her friend with her "thank you" gift before the night's events made her forget or become separated from him.
"Takashou-sama..." she began quietly, digging through her raiment until she withdrew a sheathed katana, the sheathe black like the sooty midnights of the Commons and a red bamboo pattern coursing across the onyx material like so many engorged veins. The exposed hilt inherited the same black as the sheathe, but it was decorated instead with a silver, vaguely tribal pattern that held at regular points some sort of red gemstone. She didn't know the type or grade of gem, such things were beyond her realm of knowledge, but one could tell from looking the sheathe and hilt had been very carefully hand crafted and it had cost her 2 paychecks to buy the gift. "I bought this for you... to... thank you for the other night. Is it to your liking?"
Shyly, she held the weapon out to him, hoping he would find some use for it. She herself couldn't use such a thing, but he seemed militant and if nothing else the katana was pretty enough to provide an attractive display piece in any room.

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The little mouse kami grinned very broadly, but covered her mouth with the lengthy purple sleeves of her robe, the gesture almost a polite bow. "You are welcome. I would not be standing here if it were not for your valor..." A brief shudder traveled down her spine as she recalled how helpless she'd been against the two hyena devils, but she shouldn't have been afraid. Bleaus always provided a way out for his messengers, he wouldn't leave his servant in the nasty paws of wicked ones such as them.
Another thought occurred to her, one that was exceedingly unpleasant but carried such a gravity in light of the situation that it couldn't be ignored, as much as she wanted to simply pretend it never went through her mind. "Takashou-sama..." she began, wincing, her voice barely a whisper but still audible because of proximity. "...you are not intending to harm any humans with that... are you?"

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Visibly, relief washed over the woman's face. Him only using the blade against other oni seemed appropriate enough. In a way it would help with her purpose, as he'd indicated before, but it wouldn't really be any help unless his fellow demons were his only prey. Not interfering with human affairs was one of her primary objectives on this Yochi, and if other spirits could be dissuaded from causing chaos as will, it would be a good thing.
It seemed a little unfair, though. She wasn't one to try to change others against their will, only help them better themselves, but she was happy he seemed to be joking with the statement. Taking one piece of her hair in her hand, she began to twirl it about one finger, a nervous gesture comparable to combing her whiskers in her rodent form. Her gaze rested off to the side, on the ground. "It's an expensive sword. It would be bad if you wasted that sharpness on something that would not be a challenge to one strong such as yourself."

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