[Food was a problem. Technology Jinga could live with - he was slightly more adapt with it then the average Makai person thanks to living inside Line City surrounded by humans on their tech all the time. He could even navigate the whole strange idea for jobs this place decided to give him - even if he had to frequently mute his phone at his one place of employment. He could even handle that one of Amily's familiars was now with him and is acting more and more like a strange sparkly pet instead of a simple piece of Makai magic.
But food was going to be a problem.
He could create a few Gates, encourage a few people to become Horrors. That was not the issue. For him, it was that the people were far too diverse, some of which holding powers that were not usual even among the Makai histories. He didn't know what they could do, and until he did have a better idea, he needed to not cause anything a reason to hunt him down.
Careful inquiries brought him to these shops clustered off the normal paths. A few more questions turned his steps to one in which he discovered that 'Horror' was considered one of many different types of demons, and that they had selections for not only just a regular Horror but one of his ilk. Some haggling later, he had purchased some food and had it sent to his place via whatever means they rambled about.
He then left and headed outside in search of a suitable wine, the butterfly flying on ahead and weaving in and out of the people around them. Jinga clicked his tongue against his teeth, but didn't yell at it; it wouldn't do him any good since it would only start up again.
After a short time, there was a shiny, slightly glowly blue butterfly that found Ryuuga, circled him a few times and then zipped right back to Jinga.]
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But food was going to be a problem.
He could create a few Gates, encourage a few people to become Horrors. That was not the issue. For him, it was that the people were far too diverse, some of which holding powers that were not usual even among the Makai histories. He didn't know what they could do, and until he did have a better idea, he needed to not cause anything a reason to hunt him down.
Careful inquiries brought him to these shops clustered off the normal paths. A few more questions turned his steps to one in which he discovered that 'Horror' was considered one of many different types of demons, and that they had selections for not only just a regular Horror but one of his ilk. Some haggling later, he had purchased some food and had it sent to his place via whatever means they rambled about.
He then left and headed outside in search of a suitable wine, the butterfly flying on ahead and weaving in and out of the people around them. Jinga clicked his tongue against his teeth, but didn't yell at it; it wouldn't do him any good since it would only start up again.
After a short time, there was a shiny, slightly glowly blue butterfly that found Ryuuga, circled him a few times and then zipped right back to Jinga.]