You know what I fucking hate? How the board eats up your text if you happen to go over the limit. Fucking hell.
Anyways. I tried to help the author come up with this next update since it seemed complicated. Nothing came of it so far, and I doubt he shall finish editing this version to be more appropriate to the story.
Apologies for the errors, for the terrible style, for the crappy ending, and for the link in the middle of the story. The edited version, should it appear, will be far better.
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You know what I fucking hate? How the board eats up your text if you happen to go over the limit. Fucking hell.
Anyways. I tried to help the author come up with this next update since it seemed complicated. Nothing came of it so far, and I doubt he shall finish editing this version to be more appropriate to the story.
Apologies for the errors, for the terrible style, for the crappy ending, and for the link in the middle of the story. The edited version, should it appear, will be far better.
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You begin to write on some paper after taking what felt like seven minutes to mull your thoughts over. “I am unsure of what I can do. Perhaps you can help test my abilities.”
Patchouli’s looks over at you, or at least what an approximation of that there can be. “Such as what?”
“Anything besides the organization of books.”
“Any ideas of your own?”
“Writing, memory, transcriptions” you begin to list, but then you find your ideas faltering. Patchouli places a hand on her chin, thinking.
“Let’s start with memory,” she suggests, holding out her hand. “Can you hand over the papers you’ve written on before?” You give the papers to her and she scans them. “Write down what you, Silvia, and myself have said when she first introduced me to you.”
You think, and then you begin to write:
Silvia: Ah, I’m Silvia, miss Patchouli.
Patchouli: And so, would what you want me to know about might involve the faint fluctuations in mana occurring beside you?
Silvia: Um, it might! I think... there's something like, a ghost here, the kind humans shouldn't be able to see, but it's weird, aren't ghosts supposed to be white blobby things to us? I remember seeing someone who came by to one of the mansion's parties and there was a ghost-thingie following this one girl. The person who came with miss um... yuyu...yuyuyu, um, the ghost lady who didn't look like a blob thing.
Koakuma: [Unknown language]
Patchouli: [Unknown language]
Patchouli: So it seems that the subject of our discussion is of the helpful sort.
Silvia: Well, it didn't really seem so bad, miss Patchouli, too bad it doesn't know anything about itself.
Patchouli: And what do you know about it?
Silvia: Not a thing really, it's pretty quick in organizing books and stuff, knowing where they go and all, and it can talk through making words with books, but aside from that, nadda. At this point you run out of room on the front portion of the paper, and as you begin to write on the back, Patchouli speaks up.
“That would be enough.” You give her the paper and her eyes begin to scan it. “Hm. Yes. That is correct. Your memory is quite good.” Her eyes lift up to face you once again. “Long term testing is required to establish a pattern, but I believe your memory is excellent. Now, let’s see... Transcribe the questions you have asked me not longer after that conversation.”
You nod and do so.
Thank you.
What is this place?
Who are you?
Who is Remi?
Who was that rude blond girl?
Who was the one that chased her away, Sakuya? You remember that you did not ask any more questions, and so Patchouli receives the paper. She reads it, then looks through the previous ones until she finds it and compares them. “Perfect matches, not only in content but in style. Now, let us see how well you are at reading thoughts and body language. What is Koakuma thinking?”
You look at her and see her not really paying attention to the specifics of the scripts. You concentrate... concentrate... Patchouli takes a sip from her tea in the resulting silence... and then write down: “She is bored.”
Upon showing what you wrote, Patchouli’s lips curl up into an amused smile. “Competent in body language, but a failure at mind reading. Let us see. Certainly, you understand that many people write different, yes? Koakuma, get some manuscripts. ”
Koakuma obeys and comes back with five different manuscripts written by five authors, one of whom was Patchouli herself. She has you copy small portions of each manuscript, an each time she expresses disbelief at the more difficult handwriting. She then gives you certain examples to copy from and see if you could read, such as:
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