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THE STORY SO FAR:
The world has ended, but five (well, it’s complicated) humans get a chance to do it over, and make things right. Only problem is, for their second go around, they're not going to be 'human'...
Kosuzu, Reimu, Akyuu and Youmu have all remembered their pasts, and through significant trials and tribulations, begun the path of fighting against the doomed future. Of the five Immaterial Children who were wound back in time together, only one’s fate remains unknown - the former magician, Kirisame Marisa.
In this life, she is Houjuu Marisa, raised on the island of Sado in the outside world. Spending her childhood years looking up at the stars, the arrival of the Spiral Comet awoke her inhuman heritage - one she was completely unaware of, and equally unprepared to deal with. Having fled her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo, ever chased by a mysterious group.
She is not the only one exploring the mysteries of the city she now finds herself in - she is joined by Goutokuji Mike, a young maneki-neko of the modern world also on the run from home. Together, they discovered the Lunar Rainbow Market, and with the assistance of powerful benefactors managed to evade their pursuers.
Their time at the Scarlet Talent Agency ended poorly, yet not fruitlessly - not only were they joined by fellow mystery-hunter Kotohime, but a mysterious shadow of a witch managed to contact the young Houjuu, and point her on the path towards discovering her nature and purpose. This has proven to be another pain point for Mike, who feels herself falling behind the young changeling and wants to catch up. Perhaps the Vanishing Path and the prisoner of the shrine it conceals will give her a chance to prove herself…
Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu >>205449
That is amazing, but now I can't help but imagine Reimu being buried under hugs by all of them.
Yes, including Genji.
After a few weeks, I've finally caught up to the latest updates.
I wanna say that this is by far my favourite Touhou fanwork I've ever read. Thank you for all of this, and I'm sure that all of us continue to follow your passion with all our hearts.
Also, what happened to Chiyuri after the epilogue chapter with her?
Hello there, long time lurker(wow has it been a few years) and first time thread maker here.
I wondered if anyone here would be interested in an story.(dumb question)
I am in posession of 2 brainchildren that for the love of all won't leave me alone. The first one developed into an red line, having the bare bones in the beginning, conflict with a few characters and an potential climax. It has no end since the other parts still swim around in the depths of my brain.
Well, all in all i want to know if anyone has enough interest to vote, comment and interact with me while putting up with my ADD, formatting mistakes, slipping grammar(im german) and an irregular release schedule that at least i can guarantee will lead to an end of the story.
It will begin as pretty standard gappy story,with votes on what an mc we will creating, mc will NOT be powerful very fast into it. There will be so much choice making(for hopefully our amusement and to help the plot along) and at last i will add an stat sheet with the skills of mc and an archievement tab. Everything astounding and all deaths(connected to the choices)will get one, with a bit of flavor Text the first time.
So yeah... i want to let this fester for 3 days before coming to an decision if it's worth it.
See you.
Wonderfully jobless and with too much time for the next 8 months
Alastor Darkwood
[x] Reisen is a brilliant little kit, and this was the time for her to shine. Just like with Chen, all I needed to do was give her a little support and encouragement.
I still remember back when Chen made her first spellcard. It had taken a lot of effort on both our parts - for all her good qualities, Chen simply wasn’t a natural with danmaku. Staying still while you cast a spellcard and the other person shot at you went against every instinct my kit had, and while spellcards with movement did exist, they were more difficult for a beginner. Making matters worse, the order for me to treat her as my pet made it difficult for me to teach her to the degree I wanted. (When she grew frustrated and started mewling for kitty cuddles, I almost had to tie my own hands to stop the shikigami from indulging her.)
But nevertheless we persisted, and finally she had her first spellcard ready to show Yukari. And my little girl was nervous. The shikigami possessing me had been anxious that everything be perfect for its master, and while that drive had helped in focusing enough to teach Chen… it had left my kit with stage fright, her voice wavering as she asked if we could maybe practice another week first.
I’d felt an almost primal urge to just embrace her and make the problem go away. To pick up my little girl, hug her, assure her she was the best kitten in all of history, and leave the spellcard demonstration for later. But that would have just delayed the problem and made it that little bit harder for Chen to stand on her own when “later” finally came. She’d done a good job, she’d put in the work, and “Kishin - Soaring Bishamonten” was a fine entry-level spellcard. As much as I wanted to hold her hand, that would be holding her back. She didn’t need my protection… just a little encouragement.
So I knelt down, and pet her. A quick stroke as my fingers traced a line from her fluffy ears down her cheek. She went completely still, looking at me as I told her not to worry. That she was ready, that she’d worked hard, and that Yukari was going to be just as impressed with her as I was. And in my kit’s eyes I saw the worry fade away as Chen fought her fear with pure, earnest determi
>>214687
>i'm tamamo-no-mae, and you are, too...
>no...
>she's the two of us, together.
>this story - this "(urban) legend" - it's ours.
KOJIMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
the video games got into her head.
>>214687
>>214689
>>214699
I don't think Yukari "is" Tamamo as such – after all, we know of Ran's backstory from The Fox and the Shikigami. Rather, in this chapter, Yukari says:
>“I thought I had a new method to heal her, but it had…” Yukari paused, taking time to choose her words, “...side effects. Ones too severe to ignore.”
There have also been hints earlier that Yukari doesn't want the "inner Ran" to be stuck within the shikigami anymore, but the shikigami bond is supposed to be unbreakable. My suspicion is that whatever method Yukari tried to heal Ran, it involved messing with "the boundary between shikigami and master" or something along those lines, and the "side effect" Yukari mentioned is that, as a consequence of her actions, some of Ran's "Tamamo-ness" was pulled into her at that time.
Reimu panted and held her side, feeling the burn from one of the lasers which had grazed her. Her red hakama were covered in grey ash, and her white kimono was speckled with soot, dirt, and a little blood. She half-crouched, half-knelt on Genji’s back, the giant turtle having shrugged off most of the attacks that had hit him.
Still, she took some satisfaction from being in a better state than her opponent. The one she was fighting was a gargantuan woman, one who simply radiated power. Even so, it was clear that she had suffered; white hair cascading in front of her face, red dress covered in soot and one purple wing bent unnaturally and another bearing an angry-looking tear in it. The remaining four wings
“Looks like your bark is worse than your bite!” Reimu powered through the pain and gave the goddess a savage grin.
“How could you be this strong?” The goddess panted out, shocked at her defeat
“Well, that’s just normal for me” Reimu boasted, puffing her chest out.
Shinki just gave her an unamused look, before brushing the hair out of her face “Anyway, what business did you have in Makai again”
Now it was Reimu’s turn to give an unamused look “Like I’ve been saying! There’s been too many demons coming to the human world lately! You’re the god of their world, so do something about it!”
“Guess I’ve got no choice...”
Shinki grumbled, before raising a hand to her chest. A purple light washed over the goddess, causing her to be rejuvenated. Her Wings snapped back into place, the gash disappearing in an instant. Even her clothes began to sew themselves back together.
Then she raised a hand towards Reimu, wreathed in green light. Reimu was about to get Genji to dodge when the light poured over her. She could feel the pain in her side dissipate, as the wounds across her body closed.
Shinki gave her a slight curtsy, her six wings disappearing as she did so.
“In deference to that strength of yours, I shall do something about it.” she declared.
“Yes, Please do.” Reimu put her hands on her waist, like her mom did when scolding her. She wasn’t entirely sure what def-fer-ence meant, but it sounded like she
It was a funny little ceremony that the Hakurei had, she mused. Not truly a traditional shaman’s initiation, far too martial for that. Made sense, for the shepherds who protected the little sheep of the village. Still, it wouldn’t do for her to underestimate the red and white women for their pageantry. Together with those three hags, they controlled the state of Gensokyo. Perhaps that upstart would change things, but she had never been one to trust in little brats.
Mima, the lady of vengeful spirits,knew a simple truth of the world. That there was only one person she could truly and wholeheartedly trust.
At present, she watched the proceedings through a pair of binoculars. Using magic to observe them would usually be preferable, but with the intuition that those miko were known to have, it was safer to use mundane means for now. She’d crash that party soon enough anyway.
Now that Mima looked more closely, one of those hags was present. Sitting among the crowd, as though she were just an ordinary human was Kasen Ibara, the most self-righteous woman in the country. Funny, considering she had killed more humans than many youkai could ever even dream of. One of the ‘sages’, two and a half cripples that liked to boss people around.
It was an annoyance, but only that. That woman’s artificial arm was anathema to vengeful spirits, but fortunately, she would be wary of unleashing its power in front of humans. The fool seemed to have got it into her head that she was a friend to humans, so she wouldn’t want to frighten them. More than that though, even the gap hag wouldn’t undermine her pet shrine maidens by revealing themselves as youkai at such a public event. The cryptic one might reveal her true nature, but Mima hadn’t seen or heard about her for at least two decades. Perhaps she had been too enamored with remaining hidden and accidentally gotten herself dissipated, Mima chuckled to herself.
By now, the initiation itself had come to an end. Her window of opportunity was opening. The last time a yokai had tried to interrupt the Hakurei’s initiation, they had been exorcised by the ambient power that the ceremony itself had. Best to wait a few minutes to make sure sh
Marisa felt her senses begin to pull themselves together. A roof, wooden in make, stood above her. She could hear a woman’s voice. It was familiar. A girl’s voice followed. That was even more familiar. It was a little quiet, but still confident. Even a little haughty. It was Reimu’s voice, her mind told her. She was in the Hakurei shrine. A small blanket was draped over her, and the air smelled lightly of incense. She tried to rise. A feeling of pain jolted through her abdomen, reminding Marisa of what had put her here.
Lady Mima… she wasn’t sure what exactly her old teacher had been trying to do. Both Reimu and her mom were there and ready to fight, not to mention the crowd had other fighters. Had she just been bored? Wanting to stir up some chaos? She’d always talked about wanting to see the Hakurei shrine torn down, but Marisa could never remember her taking any action to actually bring the shrine down. She had always thought it was just empty talk, much like her master’s plan to install herself as the hegemon of Gensokyo.
Or perhaps she had just closed her eyes to the truth of her master’s ambitions. After all, she had always known that Lady Mima had been sealed in the Hakurei Shrine, that she had tried to take over the human village. But in those early days, when Marisa had just been a solitary witch in training, Mima had been a giant to her. Someone she wanted to make proud. But now… Now Mima was truly Reimu’s enemy. Haru’s enemy. It was possible that she had already been exorcised, her presence gone from the world forever. If that had happened, Marisa wasn’t sure what she would do.
But she wouldn’t find anything out just laying in bed all day. She needed to move. She needed to figure out what was going on.
Marisa pushed herself to her feet. Her gut churned and her legs burned in protest, forcing her to kneel instead. The sounds of her struggle weren’t unheard however, as the screen door was pulled open to reveal two shrine maidens. Reimu immediately surged to Marisa’s side and wrapped an arm around her. Resting some weight on her friend, Marisa managed to climb to her feet.
“You’re awake already?” Reimu questioned, poking Marisa’s che
So, hi. It's been some time. A combination of an injury to my arm and some family difficulties made it difficult to write for a while. I do apologize for not communicating anything over these past two months.
... This story has been ongoing for a year. I missed the anniversary unfortunately, but I'm grateful to everyone who has read through the this story so far. It's been a learning experience, but I hope you've found some enjoyment from it.
The Curse writhes, its barely distinguishable face contorting in baneful agony.
“No,” it says. “The sacrifices that I have made, the evils that I have felled—they were all for you… for us. I have made the darkness my own so that none could harm us. I have never wished to become what I am now… and yet, that was the only path forward. To preserve us.”
“There is no us,” you hiss. “We are not equals, nor will we ever be. Since my conception, you’ve used me as nothing more than a tool. Then, as you scurried away, you had deserted me just as you had deserted my priestess. I had naught but the curses I’ve inherited from you. But in your last waking moments, you had placed the greatest curse on me thus far: To become Hakurō.”
“The mantle you adopted had led us to this point: You, our priestess, and I have all reunited. And I have suffered as you have—am I not also You?”
“No. You are not. And by Amatsu’s will, we are no longer bound to each other.”
You manifest an item in your fist—it should be a familiar sight to Roku, though it is now merely a remnant of what it once was. You reveal a crushed talisman as you open your palm. Within its charm is now sediment, thanks to the assistance of the Hakurei Miko. To think that such a delicate piece would house the bond between three murderous deities and the ties between them. But all it takes to sever those ties are the hands of one mortal shrine maiden.
Even between the darkness that scarred Roku’s face, his expression displays an emotion that you are well acquainted with: fear.
“You understand now. Without Amatsu, you are nothing. You are merely a forgotten god. No, rather, you are but a crude beast. And I, Hakurou, am the embodiment of worldly hatred and vengeance. Because that was what you have made me. And for what purpose? To selfishly imprison the soul of my priestess and corrupt those consumed in the Maw, turning the innocent into the cursed? Amatsu may have once been the harbinger of chaos, but I know no truer evil than you. Yet, in your thirst to eternally
And then what happened, Author...?
You return from the world of nightmares. The boundary between Amatsu’s domain and the corporeal world begins bleeding onto one another. What is once darkness now forms the steps before the Hakurei Shrine, and, though you walk betwixt the realms, it would only be a matter of time until the divine returns to the ethereal stream. And when you step out of the darkness, you shall be Roku no more. In that sense, Hakurou, too, will cease to exist. So then… what will emerge out of the Maw?
Not Roku. Not Hakurou. Just… You.
You take the first step back into Gensokyo, returning to the familiar foothills. But what awaits you is a rather peculiar sight—before you is a frantic Akyuu pulling a mostly-disinterested Tewi by the wrist. Upon seeing you, she immediately curses under her breath and shakes the rabbit away.
“Damn it all. Were we too late?”
“For what?” you ask. “To throw me a birthday party? Nonsense. It’s never too late, even by a month. Or was it a couple of months?” You half-expect a sarcastic retort from the purple-haired girl, but she’s unusually silent. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
Tewi shakes her head. “I’ll be blunt. Since your disappearance, Akyuu’s turned into a raving lunatic. She’s been rambling on about how she thought you were in the middle of unsealing some kind of freakish power, or something like that. But, frankly speaking…” Tewi’s expression grows more solemn. “You do seem different.”
“I guess she’s not too far off. I did kinda make a deal with Amatsu, and—wait, how’d you figure that one out?”
“I don’t think it takes a genius to put two and two together.” She points up. Above the landscape is a rift in the border, remnants of the Maw filling up the space between.
“Oh.” You stare at the rift, contemplating the trouble. “I can fix that.”
“Can you do it soon? I think Akyuu is having an episode.”
“I’m not,” she finally responds, though her face is deathly pale. “I’m just coming to terms that my worst nightmares are coming to life.”
“I’m not that bad.”
“What else would you b
THE STORY SO FAR:
The world has ended, but five (well, it’s complicated) humans get a chance to do it over, and make things right. Only problem is, for their second go around, they're not going to be 'human'...
Kosuzu, Reimu, Akyuu and Youmu have all remembered their pasts, and through significant trials and tribulations, begun the path of fighting against the doomed future. Of the five Immaterial Children who were wound back in time together, only one’s fate remains unknown - the former magician, Kirisame Marisa.
In this life, she is Houjuu Marisa, raised on the island of Sado in the outside world. Spending her childhood years looking up at the stars, the arrival of the Spiral Comet awoke her inhuman heritage - one she was completely unaware of, and equally unprepared to deal with. Having fled her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo - ever chased by a mysterious group.
She is not the only one exploring the mysteries of the city she now finds herself in - she is joined by Goutokuji Mike, a young maneki-neko of the modern world also on the run from home. Together, they discovered the Lunar Rainbow Market, and with the assistance of powerful benefactors managed to evade their pursuers. Now, they turn their eyes towards the other unearthly secrets in the area, seeking a path to the land of fantasy.
Having made arrangements for their meeting on a forum for discussing cryptids and urban legends, a number of others have followed their lead, seeking out the local mysteries in separate groups. One such individual is the tenacious eccentric Little_Bunny, who has tried many times to infiltrate the Scarlet Talent Agency and confirm its suspected otherworldly connections. Marisa and Mike have come across one such attempt, and are about to watch one of the forum’s local legends in action…
Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu
If I remember correctly, the reason Nue’s power turned things into UFOs was because that was what Sanae thought they were. And the power of rumors spread that perception from there.
That may be the case, but this Marisa had a UFO appear in her transformation sequence:
>Immediately, the broom gave way beneath her, dissipating into stardust. Marisa flailed, tumbling over herself as she fell through the sky. She hit something big and yellow - a flying saucer? And bounced off, dazed.
She's also shown a fairly consistent interest in space and aliens in general. and her tentacles on both sides have shapes evocative or stars and space ships. I think it's a fairly safe bet that she can conjure the UFOs, at least under the right circumstances.
Maybe it's one of the other abilities Chimata can pull out of her?
You awake into this world with a scream.
Your eye flies open as your vision blurs. Panicking, you quickly stand up only for you to immediately fall over. You feel like you want to vomit.
So vomit you do, as you crawl over to a nearby tree and hold onto it for dear life as you puke whatever was inside your digestive system.
A few minutes pass as your show of repugnance slowly fizzles out. A sigh of relief passes over you as you move closer to the tree and plop yourself onto it for support.
You're breathing steadily now. Your eyes aren't blurry any longer and they adjust to the moon-lit night.
Looking around you realize you are in a forest, an ancient looking woodland to be more specific. The trees that surround your corpse (Did you just refer to ourself as a corpse?). Are old and- wait who said that?
(Me you fool, I am your conscience.)
That... Isn't normal. You think to yourself, one would think it impossible for your own conscience to have thoughts independent of your own, let alone have it's own voice.
(Well, something clearly happened before we woke up here. I don't remember much myself so I'm hoping you could fill me in.)
Ah right, your current predicament. You snap out of your thoughts and take another look at the forest around you.
You don't even know where you are. How does one even find themselves in a forest?
Like a quick clap of thunder however, you suddenly realize something.
Your breathing quickens in panic as it becomes increasingly obvious to you that you cannot recall a single thing before your awakening.
(Shit.)
You can't remember anything.
(Okay look I know this is a bad-)
You can't remember your life before waking up here.
(Let's just take a breather and coll-)
You can't even remember your own name.
(FOCUS.) Your conscience shouts.
(Look, we can't sit all day moping about the fact that we can't remember anything. Need I remind you we're in the middle of a forest?)
I guess you're right.
(Good, now get up and let's get out of here.)
With as much e
[X] "I am being chased by a foul creature of the night and require shelter."
[x] A wicked hermit appears
You decided to cut directly to the chase. “Is Miko here?”
Seiga floated around you in a circular arc, forcing you to turn to keep her in your vision. “Now, now. You’re being quite the rude guest. Insulting my darling Yoshika, leaving your companion to fight her while you ran on ahead…”
“My heart weeps for you,” you said flatly. “Is Miko here?”
“Fortunately, you’re also quite the interesting one,” she replied, completely ignoring your question. “A servant who is a master, once a master of many servants, but now ensnared by her own trap. And one who condemns a servitude more benign than that which her life has been defined by. What am I to make of you?”
“A person looking for information,” you told her. “Specifically, where is Miko?”
“Is there a reason for me to just tell you?” the wicked hermit asked. “Surely the fair thing would be a trade of information, no?”
Reisen glanced back and forth between you and Seiga. “That doesn’t seem unreasonable?”
Knowing exactly where this was going, you glared at the hermit. “What is unreasonable is the knowledge she wants. This wicked hermit is after the shikigami ritual.”
“Didn’t you just- ack!” Reisen started before one of your tails flicked across her legs, making her yelp.
Seiga laughed, floating right up to your face. “Tamamo-no-mae’s reign of terror was followed by dozens of copycats utilizing her work. There’s little point for you to safeguard that knowledge now.”
“Knowledge that my past self went to considerable lengths to eradicate,” you spat. “What makes you think I would hand it over to you?”
“Perhaps because your lips have been loosened already? Alice has been talking quite a bit about her living doll while fighting my pet zombie.”
So that was why Seiga showed herself. “Alice will not abuse the knowledge, whereas you are a self-professed wicked hermit. The answer is still no.”
She was unfazed, smirking back at you. “Everyone has their price, and I’ll find yours eventually. Or perhaps hers?”
You grimaced. That was an unpleasant reminder you’d need to stre
And that ties it up. Wow.
I'd like to start writing on this, so I'm declaring a sudden death tiebreaker. Next vote wins.
The Dragon once bathed in his own unkempt squalor, standing upon coals of agony. There, she appeared before him, a forgotten angel, halo in the form of ringed Dragon horns, who granted him purpose.
Though the Imugi knew that his Kitsune was gone, he still heard her gentle voice in the winds and felt her embrace in the warmth of newfound sunlight. Yet memories that had once burned bright within his soul would eventually wash away like an uncaring tributary, as the waters of time always flowed impartially. He walked over the cobbled path, paved by generations of humankind. There on the stones lay centuries of progress, blessed by peaceful steps.
Since Seoyang’s conception, rainfall was a promise of constancy: So long as it rained, the people would know that the Imugi still protected the land. Yet, it was in his absence that the land truly flourished. The sun’s embrace promised change to the lands of Seoyang; it could once again prosper and inherit new life. One must not water their crops every day, after all.
The Imugi, in pursuit of rain, knew only overcast. The sun was a distant, unclear idea. Underneath the misty veil of Seoyang, one could only see what was in front of them, and anything further would only be haze, nameless and formless in thought. The Imugi was no exception.
He had finally opened his eyes beyond the rain and mist. And, to that Dragon, the fleeting sunset that poured beyond the Seoyang plains was vivid and beautiful.
Wasn't expecting this. So, is that it? We finally done with this one? Kinda reads like an epilogue, and it doesn't seem like there's anywhere else it could go.
Well, it was an interesting little tale, if so. I appreciate the whole... hard to really name it in a convenient way. It's got elements that feel like one of those fantastical chronicles you see a lot in East Asia, where it's a story of a lot of things happening over a long period, and there's supposed to be some conceit of credulousness around them, but they're almost certainly strange and fictional. That's the sort of feeling I get. Also, I probably said this way back, but I appreciate the flavour of something non-Japanese sprinkled in but in such a way that it doesn't necessitate a whole lot of weird circle-squaring that people often get into. It's just something fantastical that blends into something else fantastical.
I guess it would have been nice if the whole relationship between the imugi, the kitsune, and their offspring had been a bit more evenly covered with the rest of events happening, but I know that there was a certain break between intentions and execution, so I can't lay too much fault.
If this isn't over, uh... well, oops?
Either way, glad to see you still alive, Moral. I hope we can get some closure on some of the other things, too.
I'm usually not one to have notes at the end of a story (I believe in letting the story speak for itself, yadda yadda whatever nerd), but I've been very gently persuaded to share some thoughts about the story so here ya go.
The story was very (and I really mean very, very, very) loosely inspired by Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven. All of the Cantos were adapted from the actual lines of the epic poem. And guess what—I’m one of the few people who even bothered directly translating it from the source material. I guess my esoteric knowledge about random shit did come in handy. I didn't use the whole thing because it later devolves into Joseon political-isms, but I found it strangely compelling enough to base a short story about. Specifically, I thought about the different dragons that could be found in Eastern mythology, and saw a perfect in-between (a Korean Imugi) that was like a dragon but also not.
I mainly wanted something that deviated from the usual Touhou antics while still being believable that this particular story could fit into the overall setting. Well, I tried at least. That's probably the biggest gripe I have with this piece: It's very explicitly isolated from Gensokyo. I definitely wanted to integrate Gensokyo more with the entire plot, but there isn’t much you can do when a dragon doesn't care about vacationing in figurative Youkai hell.
The story is also a lot different from the draft idea, where it was supposed to be about interesting similarities between Korean/Chinese/Japanese mythology, and the Dragon would mainly be pointing these out. You could still see parts of that when the Imugi offhandedly commented about koma-inus and haetaes. I decided to forego this in favor of immortal suffering because, at the time, I was feeling like I wanted my characters to be miserable. I know, stupid reason, but I’ve written other things for even stupider reasons than that. Who knows, maybe I might still run on that idea as a sequel using Seoyu? I’m just kidding, I don’t really want to have another story on my plate when I have other obligations to fulfill. Unless?
I don’t t
THE STORY SO FAR:
The world has ended, but five (well, it’s complicated) humans get a chance to do it over, and make things right. Only problem is, for their second go around, they're not going to be 'human'...
Kosuzu, Reimu, Akyuu and Youmu have all remembered their pasts, and through significant trials and tribulations, begun the path of fighting against the doomed future. Of the five Immaterial Children who were wound back in time together, only one remains - the former magician, Kirisame Marisa.
In this life, she is Houjuu Marisa, raised on the island of Sado in the outside world. Spending her childhood years looking up at the stars, the arrival of the Spiral Comet awoke her inhuman heritage - one she was completely unaware of, and equally unprepared to deal with. Having fled her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo - ever chased by a mysterious group.
But though she has left her home behind, she is not without allies. She has met up with Goutokuji Mike, a maneki-neko and fellow mystery hunter, and together they’ve decided to search for a path together. A narrow escape from her pursuers has brought them into contact with the gentle Ibaraki Kasen, the divine Tenkyuu Chimata, and the crafty Nippaku Zanmu. With such a trio of powerful figures behind her, Marisa’s fate is set to turn…
Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu >>205449 >>205720
Again/Akyuu >>206017 >>206302 >>206595
Counting to >>213993:
Main Choice:
[1] “Think Zanmu knows how to get in?” There was a strong chance whatever she was doing here had to do with Marisa’s predicament… and she didn’t seem to mind them knowing what she was up to.
[17] “Let’s watch Little_Bunny in action.” She had a grappling hook, and who knew what else? Whatever she was investigating was probably really cool important. Besides, they could always ask Zanmu later.
Clearly a close vote, nothing much to say.
:3
[X] “Let’s watch Little_Bunny in action.” She had a grappling hook, and who knew what else? Whatever she was investigating was probably really cool important. Besides, they could always ask Zanmu later.
>213983
Yeah, Kotohime was also my immediate first thought, but I wasn't sure how that would work with her also in Gensokyo during Y/Y. Your idea definitely makes some amount of sense, though, and that's more than enough for this dork.
