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You don't “startle” awake. Instead, your eyes open slowly, as if coming awake from a good dream that you don't want to leave. Your body feels heavy, somehow, even with all the power coursing through it. Your breath is clouding in the air in front of you, which is also odd, since you don't remember the last time you even had breath. Everything else, though, is mostly familiar. Midnight blue robes with gold trim, check, green hair (with bangs dangling in front of your eyes, annoyingly), check, legs that weren't supposed to be there, check. Least surprising of this whole mess is that you're occupying a coffin that's obviously not buried anymore. The lid is embedded in the ground some twenty feet away, and must have been blown off to have gone that far.

The resulting question has an answer, but that answer is just another question. Whoever resurrected you is likely the one who forcibly blew the lid off of your coffin, but who is that? What business do they have resurrecting one of Gensokyo's strongest wizards? Pushing those questions out of your mind for now since you can't answer them yet, you conjure up a mirror and take in your appearance. Your face is a lot younger than you remember, and your hair is similarly shorter than you remember (what used to run down to your upper back now only reaches to the middle of your neck), though at least that is explained by the pile of hair at the foot of the coffin. Your eyes, at least, are still the vivid green you remember.

Once you've gathered yourself, you finally step out of the coffin, using magic to brace yourself until you get used to walking again. You're missing your hat and your staff, but that's easy to fix. You don't remember exactly when (only that it was at least a hundred years ago), but you'd enchanted your staff so that you could conjure it whenever you wanted. So, you do just that. Fifteen seconds and one outstretched hand later, you have your staff. You admire the golden crescent moon that adorns the tip before finally turning to address the last anomaly: it should be the middle of summer right now, so why is the area arou
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>>63559
Sounds good.

[X] Leave Marisa here
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Since nobody else is voting, I'll break the tie myself. We'll leave Marisa behind, but she's not the type to take no for an answer and so will follow shortly after we leave.
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this is a very promising story

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It was a terrible way of waking up.

I was shaken about, feeling like I was being battered from all directions. Even that summer storm that had caught us in the straits had been a gentle rocking in comparison. I kept my nerve and tried to get my bearings. The light was opalescent and blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes. I cringed but felt my breath coming back to me. In all the excitement I had barely noticed I wasn’t breathing. Luckily, the chaos died down quickly. The shaking stopped and the bright rainbow began growing duller and duller until I could begin to make out shadows and shapes in the distance.

My heart raced at my throat. I wasn’t in pain but it felt like I ought to take a moment to gather my wits. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath. A nip of brandy would be the perfect thing to steady myself. Yes, my throat was rather parched. I believed that I still had a bottle hidden away in my kit somewhere.

The problem was, of course, my kit was nowhere to be found. In fact, I was nowhere to be found. Best I could recall I had been out for a ride. The memory of hacking on a country trail seemed both fresh but also strangely foreign. Cold stone and the dark of night should not follow from that.

When I finally got around to getting a good look at my surroundings, I found that I lay on a simple wooden table with little more than a large tunic protecting my modesty. I sat up. Moonlight crept in from a nearby window and the smell of perfumed oils and tinctures hung heavily in the air. Save for another small table whereupon a lamp, various flasks and colored stones rested, the room was otherwise barren.

Perhaps I’d had an accident, I reasoned. I had been found and taken in while unconscious. An traveler’s lodge must have been closer than the estate. I had seen plenty of such places in my travels. They often sported quaint rooms and construction made from usually a mixture of wood and stone. I felt satisfied with my conclusion and was glad I did not seem to be injured.

More importantly, I realized that I wasn’t alone. Off in a corner, half-hidden by shadow, a
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So I get this will never continue?
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Absolutely shameless bump.

I wanna see this story going. I've just finished rereading it, and I am even more sure it'll be a nice ride.

Are you still here, Quiet Magician?
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Ehm, any news?

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"And so class, we must call back onto the principal understanding that an orbital is not an actual place, but an area of electron density. In fact, an orbital, like an electron or anything in the universe, is a wave function, psi..." the professor lectured with each syllable more ponderous than the last. He's important, you understand this. There are few men in education so highly revered as the department head of Chemistry and Chemical Biology at Harvard University. It's all good knowledge that you'll need for the final exams, and more importantly, the MCAT. Heck, you find organic chemistry to be an amazing subject.

You just really are not in the mood right now, so to speak.

Was it the minimal hours of sleep you got last night? Probably? Would that have made a difference? Three hours or four, the latter above the average. You're used to this though. You had to be to even be attending this lecture. High school was hell, but for the sake of the sacrifices made by your family, you worked beyond what you ever thought possible. You went from plump to sickly, only aided by the fact that you got ill extremely often due to your overwork.

Does that really matter though? You got every accolade you could, minus your rank in the school which you never bring up. Yeah, you've sacrificed some morals here and there, but you're here. That's what matters. And soon you'll take that blasted MCAT and prove yourself as the best of the best, on track to become a physician-scientist at the tender age of 28 when most would finish at 32. Maybe then it'll all be worth it, and the sleepless nights can stop.

You feel yourself shuffling out of the hall, the notebook that had mechanically been filled with notes that you didn't understand returning to the backpack. You still wear one of those, when most have sleek little binders and whatnot. Whatever.

Is there a moral event horizon after which you become a "bad doctor" that is shown so often in fiction? What does that even constitute? Maybe you understand why patients always outlive their doctors: they've gone
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A mix of >>63474 and >>63469 since those two theories in the latter seem like a good idea to look at.
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Did it died?
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it did died, didn't it?

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You are Patchouli Knowledge, a physically frail and sickly magician of profound aptitude and power. You live in the Voile Archives of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, though you have constructed an attached tower elsewhere, without internal fixtures as yet, which you may or may not inhabit much. You are Friends with Remilia, the vampire who owns the mansion, who considers it entirely too much effort to try to feed off you. Your Magical Potency varies somewhat from day to day, depending on how long of an incantation you can manage before breaking off into a fit of coughs, and how much strain your body can handle in addition to the rigors of illness. You currently have a box of ninety two vials of Medication stored in the library to offset the worst of the days, however, though it will later exact a toll, and your new Magical Focus eases use of magic to a significant degree. It seems that Luck can play a reasonable part in keeping yourself healthy, though effects may vary, as can the Hakurei Hot Spring.

Your magic is based on Elementalism primarily, though you are also skilled in Diabolism and Other Summonings, which can be surprisingly versatile, particularly in combination with Golems. You can also create Homunculi, if you have the materials to hand. You do not have any suitable samples of the key ingredient, however.

The date is Sep. 1, first of a hundred-day term. It is Thursday, day of Jupiter, Wood, and natural growth. Through dint of long and methodical practice, you find the use of Wood-natured elemental magics to come a touch easier on this day.

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That's the problem with golems and similar things, you suppose. Unless they're given an end parameter and told to stop when they reach it they keep on following their instruct
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>>63355
Sorry. Kinda new here, still reading up on the site rules.

So like this? Just typed 'sage' in the email field.
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>>63357

Yes, exactly like that.
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I'm really thinking of bumping some other threads. Can stand the heartache of seeing this on my daily rounds.

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Camp Misty Lake.

The first and only Summer Camp in all of Gensokyo.

Every year, for three years, this Summer Camp invited many members of the community in Themed Camp Events for an entire month of play.

This year, the theme is...

... Birds.

The camp is so popular that even tales of girls going missing every summer will stop people from coming to these events.

[ ] Aya

received her invitation in the mail. How could she pass up the Reporting Adventure of a life time! Aya prepared her finest bathing suit...


[ ] Tokiko

was surprised to find her invitation in the place of her last bookmark as she read under a tree. A bit suspicious, but Yukari is said to have brought in the summer camp, so she wasn't too concerned. The chance to find fellow bookworms to FINALLY start that Book Club, though...


[ ] Hatate

was at first surprised that ANYBODY would bother learning how to text, but upon reading the contents of said text, got her bikini and sunblock ready.

And her bug spray.

And bug net.

And Pesticide.

And disinfectant...


[ ] Mystia

was at first offended that the supposed customer had left without ordering, but when she saw the letter, she understood.

Her time had come.

Mystia's Grilled Goods {TM} was closed. All stock was being moved to a certain Camp Ground temporarily.


[ ] Mokou

Was a little confused about getting an invitation clearly meant for birds, but then she remembered her whole 'phoenix' schtick and got it. Christ, though, this'd be annoying, but she may as well see what's there. Not like anything interesting was happening, otherwise.


[ ] Ut
[ ] Rin

set her flowers beside Okuu's memorial grave. Okuu had gone to the last camp, as it was God themed.

She wandered in to the woods, they said, and disappeared. They never found her. They offered Rin a free ride to camp, both as means of apology and as an
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- [x] Rin investigates the camp.
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And platemask's story death toll rises another tally.
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Has platemask just totally given up on this site?

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Iz quick story, because this board is slow and I felt like it. It should be a quick little adventure, then back to my other stories.

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You are a Maid Fairy (one of the tough Red Uniforms). You are Blonde, Blue eyed and, though flat as a pancake, your hips are to die for.

Why? Because the author likes 'em like that.

You, being a Red Uniform, are of High enough rank to serve Tea directly to the Residents of the Mansion.

You have been tasked with serving Mistress Flan her Favorite Mango Tea.

She lives down the hall and to the right, through the library and through the dungeon.

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You are a Red Maid Fairy. You are standing outside the Scarlet Kitchen. To the Left is more Hallway and an assortment of Themed Bedrooms for Guest, many attended by Personal Pleasure fairies. They don't usually talk much unless ordered to and just stare at you like you can help them, so you really don't like going in to those rooms.

To the right is the Door to the Library. The Witch calls herself the 'The Scarlet Hungarian Bulwark' for some reason, and tries to drill anybody who comes close. You don't know why she started doing this, but you think she's just bored again.

Right in front of you is a Meat Locker, located outside the Kitchen so as to better trick Humans into it. You think the Little Devil got assigned to work there for a little. She's usually super nice and sweet, but I always seem to catch her crying about something. It never happens to other fairies, just me. Weird.

Behind you is the Kitchen. Sakuya is preparing dinner. Englishman today. You don't like Englishman. You prefer Irish dishes. Sakuya usually doesn't like being disturbed while she's praying for dinner's soul and getting popped hurts extra bad when the popper has extensive training in stabbing hearts.

Above you is some kind of Mythical Beast maiden. You can never remember what the local word for it is. But it has green hair and a cute pair of antennae. She is accompanied by a contingent of more local beast creature things that, despite wearing armor, looked almost exactly the same. The one in t
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[X] And a proper gentleman does NOT grovel!
[X] Nor a proper boyfriend!
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[X] Then you'll have to be my boyfriend!

>>63219

There is nothing "pseudo" about this hiatus. It adheres to the exact definition of a hiatus. Just sayin.
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Ah, but normally when someone declares hiatus, all votes cease! Declaring it in such a way guarantees it won't end up like that!

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I cannot, in good conscience, sentence one of my subordinates to certain doom. Nor can I let a... friend of mine be diced up by friendly fire, no matter how much she may freak me out at times.

This only leaves one option, cramped though we'll be.

I grab Nia's wrist, dragging her along even as I fling myself at Koa. The specifics are lost on me, but our corkscrew dive leaves us all on a lower bunk, Koa on her side below me (oh god all of her she's so soft), me flat on my stomach atop her, and Nia completing the pile on my back.

“Scrunch up!” I order, trying to draw my legs up so they're not dangling over the foot of the bed; unfortunately, with the fairy/devil sandwich I've placed myself in and how I'm on my stomach, I can't quite manage to get both my legs underneath the top bunk's protective barrier. Koa has a bit less trouble with that despite being taller than me, by virtue of being on her side, which lends itself well to letting her curl up.

I'm stuck listening to the bladestorm falling on our heads, knives thudding dully against wood and bedding and fairies too, if the pops of them being annihilated is anything to go off of.

“Oh shit oh piss oh gods oh hell,” Nia squeaks, latching so tightly onto me that it feels like she's trying to glue her body to mine. “Don't you roll over I swear I'll kill you if you roll over don't throw me out of this bed.

“I won't-” I start, before several inches of steel ram into the backs of my feet, whatever words I had in mind replaced by a shriek as I instinctively spasm in sudden agony. I squeeze my eyes shut to ward off the wave of unbidden tears, and pray for the barrage to end quickly. Thankfully, it does, and the moment the knives stop falling is the moment Nia springs off me, but I don't have it in me to get off Koa.

“Karin?” she says, cracking
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Oi, Sights, getcher ass back in here, boy!
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SIGHTS YOU GODDAMN FUCKBOY COME BACK ;_;
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[X] Meiling's not unbeatable in the realm of hand-to-hand, I've seen that much myself. Just gotta hit hard and fast and use my armor to soak up hits; it worked for that one guy, it'll work for me

One year late vote, coming in hot

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You move before thinking, the whip twisting in your hands even before you can see its arc in your mind's eye, reactions trained by years of fighting. The whip wraps around the demon's throat, no small feat on a creature of that shape.
"Get over here!" You yell, yanking on the whip as the demon's eyes register slow shock. Marisa finally notices the hulking thing bearing down on her, shrieking and hopping out of the way just in time as the demon blunders sideways, crashing to its knees, stubby fingers trying to pry the whip from its neck. The grey flesh smoulders and wrinkles under the whip's touch. You tighten your grip.

"Hold it there for a moment!" Marisa shouts as the demon tries to get to its feet, trying to launch itself at you. A smaller foe would simply meet your knuckles, but you doubt a mere blow to the face would slow down a titan of this size, even from your practised fists.
"Whatever you're doing, hurry it up!" You shout back as the demon lumbers forward, roaring with what little breath it can draw through its constricted airways. You leap out of the way, dropping the torch and wrapping the slack of the whip around your fist, tugging harder and bringing the demon to its knees again.
"Here!" Marisa hurls something through the air, a glass vial shattering against the demon's head, spilling a tiny amount of thick red liquid over its bald, grey skull. The demon sniffs once, then frantically claws at its face, mewling and shrieking. You release the pressure on the whip and slip it back to yourself as the demon starts frothing at the mouth. It pitches head-first into the dirt, twitching and spasming, death throes lit by the flames of your torch next to it on the ground.

Marisa bounds over to your side, eyes still unfocused, pupils dilated.
"Cool huh? Agla-"
"Later, Marisa." You assure her. You're curious about why a witch should be carrying such potent demonological chemicals and potions, but now is not the time to ask. Your gaze snaps back to Youmu and the remains of the demon-pack. She has felled or crippled most of them in mere moments, her sword-work second to none, but s
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Bloody hell, this thread is five years old, people. Well done, big hand.

Yes, I'm alive and healthy and still an admin on THP. I just don't have the time to write here these days because I've spent the last few years training my powers in an isolated hut deep in the forest. I'd like to do some more CYOA work once I have a couple of novels published.
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The Legend...
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Noice

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"I'll admit, probably not the best first impression," Remilia said.

"Culture shock, milady," Sakuya said as she licked her thumb, then pinched out the small fire smouldering on Remilia's cowlick.

Wherever they were -- Gensokyo, Remilia thought, she was certain she'd heard that name -- they had very different norms around here. Instead of rightfully submitting to a powerful and wealthy family of vampires, they sent someone who kicked her butt.

"Anyway, it seems we can't simply brute-force our way into the politics around here." Remilia tousled her hair, shaking out the last bits of ash. She watched in the mirror as Sakuya combed it as neatly as she could on the short notice.

"Do you know what plan B stands for, Sakuya?"

"Business?" Sakuya said.

"It stan-- yes. It stands for business," Remilia said, deflating before she could even puff up. "They might be able to rival me in magic power, but we have a cellar full of gold."

The Scarlet estate had gathered quite an impressive collection back in Ardennes. They had found the perfect location -- too much of a hilly backwater to draw attention, right on the periphary of the wealthier duchies full to bursting with sweet, sweet trade goods and filthy lucre from France and Germany. Every so often, a trade caravan would wander a little too close to their estate, and then disappear. They had a wonderful collection of furniture, wine, pottery, a modest seed bank, wine, jewelry, and wine.

She slipped off the burnt remains of her dress and looked over her wardrobe, running a long fingernail over each dress as she considered her choice. In just a few minutes, she was going to have to start giving speeches. She decided on a black affair, tight around the top and billowing out around the waist. Just the right mix of approachable and imposing. Someone you could talk to, but really shouldn't.

Sakuya slid the dress over Remilia's shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly on her. Her staff was neatly divided into those who were devoted and incompetent and those who were ruthlessly competent and aggressively o
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[X] Invest in the stand the normal way.

Let's not fall into a siren trap. Let's also not abuse our fellow youkai, they'll make much better allies than enemies.
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Thanks for posting the link! New thread has been claimed in the name of the Scarlets.

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Continuation of >>40222

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It's been a while since we left off with this story.

Honestly, I'm surprised you wanted to hear the conclusion after all this time. I apologize for not finishing it way back then. You probably don't remember most of the little details by now... but that's fine. I suppose it's best to just get it over with and close this little chapter.

Would you like anything before we begin? Tea, perhaps?
Then, please sit down and wait warmly, and I will return shortly.

...

Let's see... where was I? Ah, yes, of course...

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...Blood.

Soaked into the carpet beneath my boots, invisible in the scarlet hue of the mansion interior, yet unmistakable in scent. Indeed, the owner of said blood was also down by my feet, gradually become more and more pale in the candlelight as her life force escaped her body. And I, the triumphant killer, casting my shadow over her body, Alice by my side, us both surrounded by the mansion's maid brigade, suppressing their urge to avenge their fallen beloved leader.

I felt a crushing weight on my shoulders.

Not out of guilt, pity or remorse. No, my emotional conflict at the time had a completely different reason behind it.

I was going to just walk away and continue my quest. No one would have objected, and even if they had it wouldn't have been important to me. Alice and I had more important business to attend to - the mistress of the mansion herself, Remilia Scarlet, needed to die tonight. The maids would've let us leave, the head maid ordered them to stay their blades. Another obstacle down, simple stuff.

Instead, I found myself kneeling back down over my victim.

I placed my hand onto her neck.

My fingers sought out her carotid arteries.

Some maids took a step closer, clearly intending to stop whatever it was I was trying, but the head maid used the last of her strength to shoot them a halting gaze, freezing them in place.

My fingers compressed her arteries, cutting off blood flow to the brain,
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v3, asshole. GET IN LINE
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Earth calls Taisa, earth calls Taisa!
Are you ok? Is this gonna end anytime?
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Remember when Taisa bought the lamp and literally nothing changed? I do.

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