Blazing Savant Unbounded!!AuZ2RmZ2Z0 2010/07/18 (Sun) 07:03 No. 5194 [Reply] ▼ File
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The Hell of Blazing Fires. Aptly named, for in this environment combustion is the natural state. Here, fire reaches an omnipresence paralleling that of air in the overworld. For those that dwell within, this state of affairs is either comforting, or a reminder of all that one has lost.
For a certain raven, the first is true. She has lived in these blazes throughout her short lifetime, with only vague assumptions to define what exists beyond its confines. Flitting from plume to plume, her wings fill with superheated air. Many other creatures share this space with her, but she is looking for one of them in particular.
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She finds the dichromatic cat wandering the fringes of the magma pits, deep in the heart of this hell. It is a popular locale to burn bodies, because the infernal fluid draws in even the ashes of corpses. Finding her here is unusual, as she does not often manage to claim bodies. Indeed, she has yet to earn her wheelbarrow. Perhaps this day has brought her success?
“Orin, Orin!” the raven calls.
The cat looks up, her expression unreadable even to those well versed in the reading of demonic feline reactions. “Hello, Reiuji.”
“Are you down here because you procured a body to burn?” the raven inquires.
A sour look crosses the cat's face. “No.”
“Oh. What for, then?” the raven replies, enthusiasm falling.
“I'm working to keep the magma going. It needs tending lest it go out, you know.”
“Oh, yes, I know.” The raven didn't. She believes her friend, though.
The cat paws at the bank of the lava flow, looking thoughtful. She is waiting. It'll come, it always-
“How can I help?” the raven asks.
Masking her sigh, the cat replies; “Well, I suppose you could look for some coal. It never hurts to have more fuel.”
As both present know and an onlooker might suspect, finding intact coal in a place such as the Hell of Blazing Fires is quite unlikely, if not impossible. But one of those three has the common sense of a true Gensokyoan native. Which is to say, none at all.
“Very well then! I'll return with some. Keep up the g
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