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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…
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Redo/Reimu >>205449
welcome back! it's fun to see the kids play with danmaku. hopefully it'll rekindle something more than just a vague memory...
[X] When you get a chance, talk to Zanmu. That no-holds-barred training she offered previously might be good for getting more comfortable with her tentacles, and not falling on her face when trying to fly.
vs Mike
Never Let Up! - Mario & Luigi: Dream Team
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ6-VUAfcEk
Both the cheerful and lively rhythm of the song and the title are a perfect fit for both Mike and Marisa.
3 AM. The Witching Hour.
A time during which the boundary between normalcy and the profane is at its weakest, when safety’s veil over mankind thins to gossamer and allows fear to seep through. Winds start to carry whispers, and the creaks of one’s home bring with them thoughts of unseen presences. At that hour, all that lurk in the darkness are at their most terrifying.
That’s the belief, anyway - one reinforced by generations of sleepless nights. And in Gensokyo, belief is a force of nature in and of itself. Surely then, at this very moment, you must be at your peak. Surely.
Despite your effort to steel your revolve, your breath shivers past your lips. The pressure in your chest is no less oppressive than it was moments ago. If anything, it only mounts further. But you have to be strong, now more than ever. Frightening as it may be to take the first step, you have to do this. For her.
Forcing yourself forward, your foot steps past the torii gate of the Hakurei Shrine. You’re trespassing on sacred ground now. The pressure in your chest doubles, a palpable weight that threatens to buckle your knees. But the night makes you strong. The next step is easier to take, and the step after that even more so.
It gets so much easier to keep pushing onward, in fact, that by the time you’ve made it halfway down the leaf laden walkway, you’re starting to feel rather light and jumpy instead of leadfooted. The fear of getting caught skulking around is a great motivator to hurry up, as it turns out. And so, you skedaddle around the building in your desperate search for her.
Due to the special link you two share, you find yourself naturally drawn toward a grove of cherry trees a short distance from the back of the shrine. You bypass the main shrine grounds entirely, feet guided by an invisible connection. There, half-buried in a layer of pink petals from spring’s end, your gaze settles on a large stone - a paper talisman stuck to its surface. A seal. The seal that contains your master.
The sight is almost enough to bring you to your knees. Couldn’t the Hakurei have thought of
Its not like Mima and Marisa didn't do the same to mugenkan one game before.
And Yuuka straight up says she likes picking on weaklings, and we're straight up told Makai will welcome Koboshi, i think they'll be more cordial to her than Yuuka (if she's there, yuuka's servants if not.)
Regarding Alice, well 1 she's likely already in gensokyo at this point and 2 its a 50/50 chance that it was Mima or Marisa that did the Extra stage and thus got the ending where Alice stayed with them in a more friendlier manner.
On top of the above reasoning, we're stuck with a rock we are using a rolling method to get around with limited time before the crimson slasher arrives andover bad terrain for the method we are using, i do not think we have the time to get it all the way to mugenkan with mimarock before Reimu catches up, very ticked for trashing her shrine... And taking her donation
Votes closed. Looks like we're going to Makai!
Really didn't expect Firedraco to swoop in with the option that wasn't about Yuuka “Genocide is just another game” Kazami. Crazy stuff.
It was mostly because I don’t really see a lot of Makai in Touhou fics whereas Yuuka is much more common of a character. It was scarcity bias in essence.
There’s also the fact we’re not exactly locked off from seeing Yuuka later since she is a Gensokyo resident whereas Makai is a separate plane we’re not likely to ever interact with if we don’t ask them for help now.
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
The strange woman- Yukari Yakumo - ate in a dainty and elegant way, cutting through her food with a knife and fork, unlike Reimu, who chomped through the new, strange foods”. Even still, one could tell that she very much enjoyed the food she had; she was eating almost as fast as Reimu, who was chomping through the fish as though she had never had one before.
Yukari dabbed the side of her mouth with a handkerchief as she turned to Reimu.
“You enjoying the food, Reimu? I’m finding this fish in particular to be quite agreeable.”
Reimu was enjoying the fish as well. It had a very rich taste, a little sweet but not overpowering.
“It’s pretty good, weird lady!” She stated with a mouth full of food. Haru prodded her lightly, reminding her to swallow her food before talking.
“Well, I’ll pass your compliments on to the chefs.”
“Chefs? Didn’t you just have Ran make this?” Haru asked, tilting her head towards Yukari.
The youkai waved her off. “Oh, no. I’m having Ran take care of something else right now. These dishes” she paused dramatically, a slight wind sending her hair swaying “are from the outside world.”
Reimu perked up at that. “Outside world?” She had some idea about it. It was, like the name implied, the place outside of Gensokyo. But it was a land without magic, without youkai. This woman was (probably) a youkai, so how was she going to the outside world?
Yukari smiled. “Yes, the outside world. It’s a place with much less magic than Gensokyo. Most people there will go without seeing real magic or a real youkai their entire lives. They couldn’t create a barrier or fly without tools. But they’ve definitely figured out how to grill a fish.” She said blithely, tucking back into her food.
Haru raised an eyebrow. “So you’re here to loaf around while Ran does the serious business? I’m not surprised.” She pointed out.
Yukari pointed a finger at her. “This is serious business, Haru. It’s crucial that I introduce myself to young Reimu, she’s the future of Gensokyo.” she stated, matter-of-factly.
“Um, so who are you anyway? I feel like I’ve seen you talking to mom before, but you
...oh. I thought we were going to have a sudden loss of Haru and we were just seeing death flags popping up and all the talk of her death was her knowing she wouldn't survive the next fight with hostile youkai sometime in the undetermined future point.
But whatever is going to kill her has already happened and she's just waiting for it to reach fruition that they seem to onow the end date of and is dealing with making sure Reimu is taken care of and ready while she still can...
Or i might be reading a bit too into it... it doesn't... quite sound like its going to be death... At least not as a direct result of whatever process has already begun?
But if that's the case... Is she going yo end up a feral youkai that would be dangerous to the barrier? And thus either they will be ready to deal with that. Or make sure ut doesn't get to that point? (Probably not with Reimu having good relations... For her grumpy self anyway. Afterwards...
Rinnosuke sat calmly, equipped with a needle and thread. He wove blue threads together, repairing an old kimono which had suffered some tears. He cast an eye to the side, seeing a much less certain seamstress. Marisa grit her teeth in focus, attempting to mend a hole in her purple dress, suffered courtesy of Mima. However, once more, she exerted too much force, pricking her finger again and yelling in pain.
Rinnosuke put down his needle with a muted sigh.
“Kourin, I’m bleedin’!” Marisa exclaimed. “How am I gonna recover if I keep getting injured?” She asked dramatically.
The wound was a tiny pinprick, of course. It would heal within a day.
Rinnosuke let the girl peter out of complaints in her own time before speaking.
“Marisa, this is not a fight. You don’t have to use the needle so forcefully.”
The young witch pouted. “But, if I don’t hold onto it, then I’m just gonna drop it. An’ I need to use enough strength to actually get through the clothes” she pointed out.
Rinnosuke shook his head gently. “it’s certainly true that you need to pierce through. But you should let the needle do most of the work. It’s specifically made to do that, after all.” He said dryly.
With a gesture of the head, Marisa moved over a little, letting him sit next to her. “Here, like this” The man said, threading the needle and moving Marisa’s fingers onto it. “Now hold onto the clothe, and weave through” he said, going through the motion with her. One weave became two. Two became three. Three became ten, and ten became twenty. She was in a good rhythm- until she got too hasty, pushed through with too much force again and just barely avoided another pinprick.
Marisa grit her teeth, a quiet growl slipping from her. The half-youkai however, nodded in approval.
“That was well-done, Marisa.” he said, the warmth in his tone even surprising himself.
A shocked expression was Marisa’s answer to his praise.
[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
>>215130
I hadn't thought that she could've been hinting to Greg's true nature. After like a minute of thinking, her not trolling him would've probably stonewalled him from building a repoire with the SDM.
>>204326
>You think he is a good man. You are wrong on a fundamental level, and I look forwards to seeing your face once you realize it."
It's a lot harder to try and come up with a reason that Yukari would tell this to Sumi though. "Fundamental level" is also a lot more definitive than "in his nature" to me.
This is definitely shakier, but there's rarely ever a situation where you would tell 2 separate people very similar things without a reason. In a vacuum, I could see it being a way to make Sumi angry and resentful enough to survive Suwako, or a way to give Greg some breadcrumbs without encouraging the SDM to cuff him up. But telling the same rhetoric to them both has to have some common motivation.
(Bit less shaky) Yukari would have incentive to not shit talk Ran's kid that she saved and course-corrected to specifically not end up evil. Megumu, in particular, who is at least handling the real-time scheming wouldn't do that to her godson without damn good reason.
(The shakiest) I don't think Yukari would just blatantly lie about the future. Being correct in the most technical way, or letting someone misinterpret her completely, sure. But lying to Sumi that she'll realize Greg isn't a good person without a good reason? I just can't imagine miss 5-steps-ahead saying that on a whim.
Of course, I could just be grasping at straws here. It could be interpreted that Greg isn't fundamentally a good person because he wasn't one from the actual moment of his birth, or maybe Yukari just got too lazy to mess with Sumi and Greg in different ways, or maybe she really has been trolling th
>>215133
I'd invoke Occam's Razor here.
>"You think he is a good man. You are wrong on a fundamental level..."
We've been focusing on Greg being a good man, and debating whether he is a good person in actions and intent, but that's not something that I think can be definitively declared as fundamentally wrong, and most assuredly isn't something that I'd expect someone to "...look forwards to seeing your face once you realize it."
My interpretation of this line is simple. I think that Yukari (or Tamamo-no-Mae) is looking forwards to seeing Sumi's reaction that Greg isn't a man. Sumi is fundamentally wrong in her assumption that Greg is a human, and this would be something that she would both be blindsided by (thus rationalizing Yukari looking forwards to Sumi's reaction) while also not giving the game away. (usage of "good" in this context refers to kitsune being tricksters while also redirecting Sumi's analysis of the line off of "man", since Yukari saying "You think he is a man..." would be tantamount to revealing Greg's identity outright.)
Alternatively.
Yukari could be saying "man" as in "masculine" and not "human", and implying that Greg is/will be trans. (I don't thiiiink this is the case but I'd need to reread with that in mind to form a better opinion, as it's been a while.)
Most likely, all of the above are true.
>Yukari could be saying "man" as in "masculine" and not "human", and implying that Greg is/will be trans.
I distinctly remember someone joking about that. Hold on…
>>203203
>Ah yes, the classical "The true monster are the ones within us". Considering Gensokyo, I am half expecting Greg to spontaneously turn into a girl temporarily for some reason.
Nvm they were talking about temporary change.
Though, while I don't know how'd you would impliment that into the story, I am going to laugh so hard if this silly anon discussion somehow predicts another 'Gregor isn't as he seems' again
Imagine a tiny spark, as minuscule as a speck of dust, yet as brilliant as the most gigantic stars in the universe; slowly and lazily floating above nothingness. A nothingness where nothing and everything, paradoxically, exist simultaneously. Perhaps you don't remember, but you've been here before. Maybe it was that time before you were born, before or after your conception. Maybe it's the same place you go to every time you sleep, that brief, pleasant time before the next day begins. Maybe it's the place where you ended up, like all the others you've known and forgotten throughout your life.
Ah, now that I look at you more closely, it seems you're on your last breath. Tragic, but expected for your kind, whatever you were before ending up like this. Believe it or not, it's hard to tell from your appearance. Tidy yourself up a bit, okay?
But well, it seems you've been floating in nothingness for quite some time. That's odd, since you should have been picked up by a shinigami, if they even bother to do their job anymore...
Of course, our boss would have already taken matters into her own hands.
Or at the very least, turned into a vengeful spirit. Hmm, have you even visited the banks of the Sanzu River? I heard the Ministry finally allowed the installation of—
Please, focus! We have a job to do.
Ah! Where were we? Oh, yes! You, the spark, whatever you are, continue floating, illuminating the void with your nonexistent light, dancing with a carefree attitude. After an eternity of dancing—you need to work on those moves, by the way—you stop. And as you stop to a stand still, you explode with tremendous force.
Your consciousness awakens ~ ❤.
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
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…
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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.
