[ "Sing badly at them," that's what the Prismals had pitched as the solution to the pixie problem and a single brow had peaked in response not because the idea that singing badly might drive the pixies off sounded unreasonable. No, Setsura herself has employed a variety of creative tactics in addressing similar problems per her occupation(s) back home, but the idea that a night sparrow such as herself should sing badly to accomplish such a thing is unacceptable, offensive even. If she's going to sing, she's going to sing as well as any youkai of her caliber if not better and for herself or an audience that would appreciate it, not poorly to drive off mischievous pests.

It's for this reason that Setsura draws a creative solution of her own. The single ear bud she regularly keeps to an ear is plucked and pocketed; the bluetooth attached to her device disabled. A brief shopping trip later and she can be found going about her day with a number of bad songs blasting from a cute, fox-shaped mini-speaker keychain. Utilizing her library from home? Naturally, and there's more where that came from with the majority of the songs being hit rather than miss to the pixies' tastes, which she's testing.

She on the move and keen to show up in areas with high concentrations of dream bubbles. If she should happen to pop a few along the way, so what then? ]

Hm. Are they learning to quiet their wings...?

[ It's possible, she supposes. Even with her supernaturally keen hearing, she certainly doesn't hear any fluttering wings or that tale-tall squee, but there is movement, sound enough from nearby. Pausing, she turns to pose a certain question to a passerby on the street. ]

Excuse me. Did you happen to see any pixies come this way?

[ And maybe don't mind whatever number is blaring out of her keychain speaker, but also, take your pick of what is playing or bring your own. Setsura has a huge music library, after all. Will you help her or hinder her and help those poor pixies recover from this blatant aural assault? ]

[ Another handy-dandy invention by the Lunar Scientia, hm? As Setsura tosses the B-cube into the air and catches it soundly with keen ears open and eye sharp, she reflects quietly on the last of their inventions she'd utilized. During Majestas' attack on Lunatia, the talismans they'd released in collaboration with a distant kingdom had proved useful and she isn't one to turn her nose up at useful tools generally. Besides, something like this is just as much up her alley and she's getting somethings out of it. Not near as much demichroma as she'd like, but the encroaching ecology is as inconvenient as it is entertaining and she can't very well enjoy what little she does of the city while it's disrupted. ]

I really think we should start charging more if we're going to have to deal with something like this every month, don't you?

[ She glances at the whitesnake withering beneath her boots as she stands from a crouch and gives Girimaru a single, forceful shake, driving the blood from her blade. A toss should do it, right? Or a drop, really. She's on top of the damned thing, after all, looking for Lewin and listening keenly to their surroundings because it's one out of whoever knows how many of a variety of creatures down and they aren't alone out here. ]

[ It hadn't been difficult to set up her booth, not with her cooking to barter against the hungry stomachs of the Prismal children she's entertained in the parks throughout her stay on this planet, and that had been a highly calculated move on her part. She had a lot product to move and wanted a quick, clean setup with an edge over competition because, frankly, she came to make bank to further herself and her endeavors in this place and a stroll through the market after the fact is a goal she's set for herself. That's exactly why, after the booth is set up, she sends those same cute kids on their way through the crowds, each with a different dish to catch an eye or nose and prompt that age old questions of, "Hey, what is that? Where did you get that?"

Where is a modest if eye-catching booth for its bright spring colors and an array of small, creative touches like colorful paper streamers and decorative origami shaped like cranes, foxes, stars, and the like. What is also answered far more thoroughly at the booth by a number of modest if cutely decorated paper signs secured by shiny, colorful pebbles that serve as a label and descriptor of each dish that potential customers can read should the owner of the booth be preoccupied with another customer.

It's all Japanese cuisine at this particular booth. Of special note is the inarizushi displayed front and center. Onigiri, okonomiyaki, korokke, and mochi feature prominently as grab-and-go eats. There are many other dishes including single-servings of miso and rice available and two categories of extremely cute and neatly prepared bentou that might ring familiar to those who've had the questionable fortune of having a tupperware thrust upon them at some point by a cat girl seamlessly carrying two hefty totes and the excuse of, "I made too much," on her in earlier months. The bentou to the left of the table are labeled vegetarian whereas those on the right are labeled as containing specific meats with a source purchased from the market. All produce, says the eye-catching plaque, is sourced from the Tsurugi Farmstead, the very same table she setup beside.

As for the person manning this booth, she's dressed in a kimono today with spring colors and a floral pattern. Her hair is done up with crystal beads and white swan feathers that contrast that dark feathers that may also appear like ornaments in her hair woven in among curl tinged tresses. The fan in her hand is explosively colorful, the sort intended to draw eyes when opened and shut and she's opening it now with an easy smile. ]

Excuse me! Are you alright? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look a bit hungry after walking so far into the market. Why not try a little taste of Japan?

[ Perhaps ignore the fact that she herself is likely rather small in comparison standing at at five feet, two inches, her mouth hidden behind that fan. Surely she didn't mean anything by that. No, really, get your head out of the gutter!! ]

[ It won't take Setsura long to sell out of her inventory, not with how busy the market is, the particulars of her product, and more than five decades experience in business behind her. Still, she's rather keen to get an eye on the various wares at the market. Her agenda includes making bank, but that doesn't mean that's all she's smartly after today.

She takes a thirty minute break early in the day before the traffic picks up to walk the market a bit, have a look around. Where she lingers, any remaining stems on fruits and vegetables curiously morph into pitch feathers resembling those that seem so much like ornaments in her hair. Berries of all sorts darken, their natural color overtaken by the same deep violet of her slitted eyes and she's onto the next thing, a bit of speed about her steps as this is a cursory look over.

Eventually, she returns to her booth and eventually, she sells out. Without a booth to man, Setsura takes to the market again, this time to look at a more leisurely pace at produce and various trinkets. Perhaps, given the traffic, she bumps into you or perhaps your eyes settled on the same trinket. Regardless, she's not the sort of woman to hesitate to lock eyes with anyone, and confidently. ]

You'd think they would've accounted for the volume here today after asking all of us out, hm?

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