Okibruez
(Verified Mid-Boss)
- Location
- Dreams
Oh, how fun. Doubly amusing considering they were discussing how best to torture her in front of guests who were quite squeamish. I imagine Flandre got some small satisfaction from that, at least.
Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
- Thread starter Entropy Judge
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Oh, how fun. Doubly amusing considering they were discussing how best to torture her in front of guests who were quite squeamish. I imagine Flandre got some small satisfaction from that, at least.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Koishi did not enjoy being a gazebo.
Rin's sin was more of negligence, of not considering; Hatate's was of thinking she could get away with something.
...
Which isn't to say that Rin might not be waking up to Archer pointing Excalibur at her one morning ....
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Well, Rin's defining character trait is she's the person who assumes she's right, IS usually right 90% of the time because she really is a genius, and then the last 10% happens right at the end, on the cusp of victory.
Then the 10% bites her ass RIGHT when its too late to fix it.
Archer wouldn't use Excalibur for that though.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Okibruez
(Verified Mid-Boss)
- Location
- Dreams
(ﺧ益ﺨ) Oh. Him.
A fate worse then death indeed. Almost seems too roundabout for Flandre though..
Setting Hatate articles, Hatate breaking the rule that she must not be alone when at the Mansion, trying to snoop around the mansion and especially trying to enter the library, a location that she likely to know that is forbidden to enter and breaking the official tengu policy towards the Scarlet Devil Mansion, being turn into a statue for a month or two really is just a light punishment.
What kind of Gift had been given to them?
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Remilia has a thing for revenge.
Hatate is a tengu, information-lovers and -gatherers, who believe that information is everything. Not only is she going to be stuck out of the loop, unaware of any juicy gossip/rumors (or worse, actually important information), she isn't going to get anything from her time at the SDM because at best she'll be stuck at the top of the clock tower, with nothing to occupy her except watching a broad overview of Gensokyo and listening to the bells toll every quarter hour. At worst, she'll be buried in a hole, with nothing at all to occupy her and no biological ability to sleep, stuck inside her own mind, running around in circles for a month or two.
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Party XXII
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Head upstairs on your own.
- [X] Find your friends and just sit down with them.
You shake your head. "Thank you, but I'll be fine." She continues watching you without speaking, and you snarl at her. "I'll be fine!" She doesn't flinch, of course, then sighs.
"Very well. Until later." She nods at you before walking to one of the bookshelves. You watch her for a moment, then turn and stalk through the shelves, resisting the urge to take out Laevateinn and make some kindling. Instead, you try simpler methods of calming yourself down - tearing apart your anger and burying it, focusing on breathing evenly, keeping your eyes closed and navigating the library by memory. It works fairly well, helped as much by the size of the library and your comparatively slow pace as by the effectiveness of your methods.
"Boo!" Reacting to the unfamiliar presence, your right arm shoots out and clamps around the face of the girl. She writhes and squeals unhappily, and behind her you see the satori's bird youkai - and a closer look reveals that the youkai flailing in your hand is a satori herself.
"Ah, I'm so sorry! Koishi-sama is -!" You snarl wordlessly at the cat youkai to your left, then shove the satori back, launching her into the bird youkai. The cat bows as you stomp past her, and you hear her scurry behind you to help the bird tend to the whining mind reader. Your wings stiffen into harsh angles and your anger flares again at the thought of a youkai poking around your mind. You stop at the statue - you want to strike something, but you'll damage it, and that would be difficult to fix. You want to throw something, to hurl it with all your might - but that would cause the same problem. Growling angrily, you look up to see Koakuma staring down from the stairs, carrying a tray. You stomp forward and she scurries forward, hurriedly bowing to you when you pass - and when you reach the topmost landing, you stamp on the floor and surge power through your body. Unused to such harsh treatment, the landing explodes after several seconds of being subjected to your wrath. The rails splinter and burst, the carpet disintegrates and sublimates, and the very structure of the landing collapses inward, leaving you floating several meters over the closest solid surface.
Fury temporarily alleviated, you drift forward until you reach the stairs and can continue walking. You resume your exercises, trying to push down any trace of irritation, but all you're able to do is remove the obvious signs of distress - you probably won't be able to hide the fact that something else happened from Ilya and Lulu. … Maybe they won't say anything. You consult your clones to find your friends, and are pleasantly surprised to find them sitting at a table, eating and talking. You aren't sure what they're talking about, but they seem to be in good cheer. You slip through the door and maneuver through the thinning crowd, reaching them quickly and easily, and you force a smile onto your face as Satsuki darts forward to greet you. "Flandre-sama -" She breaks off when you raise a hand.
"I'm fine, Satsuki. Just a little tired." You're pretty sure she doesn't believe you … but she also doesn't push the matter, merely bowing.
"Alright, Flandre-sama. Do you want anything to eat?" You actually have to think about it for a moment, then shake your head.
"It's alright, nothing right now." She bows again, and you continue past her to the table, where Ilya pats the chair between her and Lulu. Once you sit down, they scoot their chairs closer, trapping your chair between them.
"You were gone a long time, and we were starting to worry," Ilya says. You make a face and shake your head.
"Nothing's going to happen to me in my own home," you say, but neither of them look like they buy it. "I'm glad you two felt that way, though." Lulu starts to say something, then changes her mind and simply leans against you, followed a moment later by Ilya. You slump a little, relaxing, and link your arms with theirs, pulling them closer just a little.
"… Flan," Ilya says after a few minutes, drawing you away from the comfort of your shelter. "Let's go somewhere else. Away from the party." You start to frown, but Lulu nods from the other side.
"We could go to the kitchen, or one of our rooms, or just behind the mansion. Just …." You hunch your shoulders a little, then force yourself to relax. Of course it seems like the problem is the party itself, and all the unfamiliar youkai … or maybe they're growing uncomfortable with them? In that case, you do have an obligation to them, especially if they think you're staying because of them, or if they think that they have to stay longer than they're comfortable with …. Or, even worse, if they decide to stay longer even though they don't want to, just to try and make you more comfortable. You look through your clones' eyes once more, searching for your other guests. Deis is no longer present in the ballroom, but Tohsaka is - still talking with Marisa, although now with Yuuka and her spirit friend attending as well. Archer is visible now, too … talking with Yuyuko. She couldn't possibly be stupid enough to do something … but, seeing as she is your guest, you probably should go make sure nothing's wrong ….
You're not sure your other guests are doing even somewhat better. Lulu's family is still in the garden, talking with Verossa and his new cats, but Nanoha, Fate, and Vita are a short distance away, talking with Remilia. They don't look particularly happy - Vita looks positively livid about something - but your sister doesn't seem concerned. Does it have something to do with their world, or did something come up here that they might be interested in?
What do you do?
[ ] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
- [ ] The kitchen.
- [ ] The forest behind the mansion.
- [ ] Your room.
- [ ] Ilya's room.
- [ ] Lulu's room.
[ ] Make sure Tohsaka and Archer aren't getting into trouble with big-name youkai.
[ ] See what your sister is talking to Nanoha about.
[ ] Other?
- [X] Find your friends and just sit down with them.
You shake your head. "Thank you, but I'll be fine." She continues watching you without speaking, and you snarl at her. "I'll be fine!" She doesn't flinch, of course, then sighs.
"Very well. Until later." She nods at you before walking to one of the bookshelves. You watch her for a moment, then turn and stalk through the shelves, resisting the urge to take out Laevateinn and make some kindling. Instead, you try simpler methods of calming yourself down - tearing apart your anger and burying it, focusing on breathing evenly, keeping your eyes closed and navigating the library by memory. It works fairly well, helped as much by the size of the library and your comparatively slow pace as by the effectiveness of your methods.
"Boo!" Reacting to the unfamiliar presence, your right arm shoots out and clamps around the face of the girl. She writhes and squeals unhappily, and behind her you see the satori's bird youkai - and a closer look reveals that the youkai flailing in your hand is a satori herself.
"Ah, I'm so sorry! Koishi-sama is -!" You snarl wordlessly at the cat youkai to your left, then shove the satori back, launching her into the bird youkai. The cat bows as you stomp past her, and you hear her scurry behind you to help the bird tend to the whining mind reader. Your wings stiffen into harsh angles and your anger flares again at the thought of a youkai poking around your mind. You stop at the statue - you want to strike something, but you'll damage it, and that would be difficult to fix. You want to throw something, to hurl it with all your might - but that would cause the same problem. Growling angrily, you look up to see Koakuma staring down from the stairs, carrying a tray. You stomp forward and she scurries forward, hurriedly bowing to you when you pass - and when you reach the topmost landing, you stamp on the floor and surge power through your body. Unused to such harsh treatment, the landing explodes after several seconds of being subjected to your wrath. The rails splinter and burst, the carpet disintegrates and sublimates, and the very structure of the landing collapses inward, leaving you floating several meters over the closest solid surface.
Fury temporarily alleviated, you drift forward until you reach the stairs and can continue walking. You resume your exercises, trying to push down any trace of irritation, but all you're able to do is remove the obvious signs of distress - you probably won't be able to hide the fact that something else happened from Ilya and Lulu. … Maybe they won't say anything. You consult your clones to find your friends, and are pleasantly surprised to find them sitting at a table, eating and talking. You aren't sure what they're talking about, but they seem to be in good cheer. You slip through the door and maneuver through the thinning crowd, reaching them quickly and easily, and you force a smile onto your face as Satsuki darts forward to greet you. "Flandre-sama -" She breaks off when you raise a hand.
"I'm fine, Satsuki. Just a little tired." You're pretty sure she doesn't believe you … but she also doesn't push the matter, merely bowing.
"Alright, Flandre-sama. Do you want anything to eat?" You actually have to think about it for a moment, then shake your head.
"It's alright, nothing right now." She bows again, and you continue past her to the table, where Ilya pats the chair between her and Lulu. Once you sit down, they scoot their chairs closer, trapping your chair between them.
"You were gone a long time, and we were starting to worry," Ilya says. You make a face and shake your head.
"Nothing's going to happen to me in my own home," you say, but neither of them look like they buy it. "I'm glad you two felt that way, though." Lulu starts to say something, then changes her mind and simply leans against you, followed a moment later by Ilya. You slump a little, relaxing, and link your arms with theirs, pulling them closer just a little.
"… Flan," Ilya says after a few minutes, drawing you away from the comfort of your shelter. "Let's go somewhere else. Away from the party." You start to frown, but Lulu nods from the other side.
"We could go to the kitchen, or one of our rooms, or just behind the mansion. Just …." You hunch your shoulders a little, then force yourself to relax. Of course it seems like the problem is the party itself, and all the unfamiliar youkai … or maybe they're growing uncomfortable with them? In that case, you do have an obligation to them, especially if they think you're staying because of them, or if they think that they have to stay longer than they're comfortable with …. Or, even worse, if they decide to stay longer even though they don't want to, just to try and make you more comfortable. You look through your clones' eyes once more, searching for your other guests. Deis is no longer present in the ballroom, but Tohsaka is - still talking with Marisa, although now with Yuuka and her spirit friend attending as well. Archer is visible now, too … talking with Yuyuko. She couldn't possibly be stupid enough to do something … but, seeing as she is your guest, you probably should go make sure nothing's wrong ….
You're not sure your other guests are doing even somewhat better. Lulu's family is still in the garden, talking with Verossa and his new cats, but Nanoha, Fate, and Vita are a short distance away, talking with Remilia. They don't look particularly happy - Vita looks positively livid about something - but your sister doesn't seem concerned. Does it have something to do with their world, or did something come up here that they might be interested in?
What do you do?
[ ] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
- [ ] The kitchen.
- [ ] The forest behind the mansion.
- [ ] Your room.
- [ ] Ilya's room.
- [ ] Lulu's room.
[ ] Make sure Tohsaka and Archer aren't getting into trouble with big-name youkai.
[ ] See what your sister is talking to Nanoha about.
[ ] Other?
Yuri Vampire
Kirameku Hōseki! Cure Coral!
- Location
- US
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
-[X] Your room.
-[X] Your room.
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
I hate that we're missing all of these really cool conversations because going elsewhere alone is the correct move.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
-[X] The forest behind the mansion.
Welp, Pache knows us well...
-[X] The forest behind the mansion.
Welp, Pache knows us well...
[X] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
-[X] The forest behind the mansion.
-[X] The forest behind the mansion.
Vampire and Magician II
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
"Remilia, I have a question for you." Patchouli glanced at the vampire as she unnecessarily brushed her sister's hair. The magician's familiar was occupied with her own hair, and Remilia nodded absently.
"Well, depending on what it is, I might have an answer. Or a question. Or I might just give you a funny look. Chin up, Flandre - yes, that's good." She smiled gently at her sister, and Patchouli sighed quietly; it was rare to see them so happy together. Most of the time they seemed almost frightened to be around each other and spoke to each other with painful formality.
"Your vampire 'council' has been running the shadows of Europe for centuries now -"
"At least a thousand years, more likely to be nearly fifteen hundred. Depending on how you count and what you call 'running', could be over two thousand." Patchouli exhaled testily.
"Yes, well, your kind have been a dominant social power for a long time. So why is it that non-humans are fading from the world? Why have you let humans dominate the planet?" Even Remilia by herself could have disrupted technological advancements if she'd been around a few centuries earlier, and she had claimed that several members of the council were both older and more capable than she was. The vampire chuckled and pushed a strand of hair around her sister's ear.
"There. Now -"
"My turn!" Flandre giggled and hopped out of the chair, swooping around behind Remilia and gently ushering her into the seat.
"Alright, alright." Remilia smiled happily as Flandre began brushing her hair. "Hmm … well, I can only speak for Europe, of course - excluding Russia, because who knows what sort of policies those sorts have …. To answer your first question, non-humans are fading because humans are getting better at killing them. A thousand years ago, a single werewolf could change, charge into a platoon of mail-armored soldiers, and probably kill everyone while surviving. Now, thanks to guns, a single werewolf is liable to be killed before he gets close enough to seriously threaten a single human. Certain species are better at surviving than others, of course - magic is a great equalizer, for example, and I doubt the undersea races have much to really fear for another two centuries or so - but on the whole, technological advancements, coupled with the lack of belief in "the supernatural" are what led to the current crisis." Patchouli sighed.
"And why didn't your council stop that advancement, keep people believing in such things? It wouldn't have taken much! Instead, now they're scrambling for safe havens like everyone else." Remilia examined her nails for a moment.
"Well … I'm not entirely certain, but I'm fairly sure it's because the First and Second were promoting scientific advancement and a draw-down in faith." Patchouli stared at her, shocked, and Remilia switched to studying her wings. "Oh, don't give me that look, Pache - it's a perfectly sensible plan, and from what I gather, the First believed it had the best chance of long-term survival." Patchouli sputtered and shook her head - she wanted to rave about madness and lunacy, but with the younger sister there, it wasn't a particularly good idea. "You aren't religious, are you, Pache?"
"… What does that have to do with anything?" Remilia chuckled.
"What do you know about Christians and their God?" Patchouli thought for a moment, then shook her head and merely stared at the vampire, waiting for her to continue. "Fine, fine. Here's my understanding. Polytheistic gods aren't a problem, except perhaps a few permutations, and those aren't European in origin. Likewise, the Jewish God isn't a problem - sure, He's exceptionally powerful, but he's also centered around a small, specific group of people; as long as you don't try to wipe them out, you're generally going to be fine. But the Christian God - that one is involved in the world. And by the time the First realized that he wasn't dealing with a Jewish splinter cult but something far more wide-ranging, it had progressed to the point that the only way to contain it was to wipe everything out and start over, which would have been … difficult, at best. Possibly impossible and suicidal. So, the First decided to play the long game: improve human quality of life, technology, and society, and reduce the amount of faith in everything else. Sure, there are some problems with the concept, and it'll probably be at least a few more centuries before anyone can tell if it's actually working, but if it does work, then we'll be able to come back, still relatively strong, and force open acknowledgement in a world that will be forced to believe in our existence. The Christian God, meanwhile, will have starved and faded to irrelevance." She shrugged.
"Doesn't this plan require, among other things, that this god be … somewhat blind and stupid?" Remilia nodded almost imperceptibly.
"It does, yes, but the First thinks it can be done. Sure, there's 'a Plan' for humanity, and omniscience, and all these other theological arguments … but they're all based on human perceptions and calculations. More importantly, the First's plan coincides with human desires for the most part, so even if the end goal is different, the preliminary work is the same." She shrugged. "And human faiths are at war with each other, all the time - according to various well-regarded humans, the world should have ended dozens of times over by now. They've split themselves up into a hundred little cults, each viewing their divine entity just a little bit differently. And faith is eroding." Patchouli nodded; there wasn't time now for a drawn-out debate on the subject, and with the information she had, she could now research it to determine whether Remilia's thoughts were likely to be true.
"… Do you think the local groups have had the same idea?" Remilia snorted.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll ask this Yukkuri person when she gets here." Patchouli winced.
"It's Yukari, Remi." In response, the vampire scoffed loudly.
"It took them four tries before they got my name right! Three separate youkai, all supposedly capable of understanding languages other than their own, and they fucked it up." Patchouli flinched at the vehemence of her friend's response, at the flaring halo of power surrounding her - and Remilia abruptly calmed down. "Do you think they took my threat seriously?" Patchouli sighed and took several steadying breaths; Remilia's flaring aura changed the air unpleasantly, exacerbating her breathing problem.
"… Really, Remilia, they stumbled once - at least one of those was due to nervousness - and you kicked them out for being incomprehensible. There's 'perfectionist' and there's insultingly pedantic." Her familiar finally stepped around her and held up a mirror. Patchouli looked into it, studying her freshly-brushed hair, and nodded to the demon with a smile. She didn't particularly care about the specifics of her appearance, but the familiar liked being appreciated and would sulk if Patchouli took her efforts for granted and didn't at least pay attention to what was being done. Worse, she could make mischief. "But, yes, I think they were taking you seriously from the start of negotiations. Any one of the three of us could slaughter the inhabitants of that town, and I'm sure they know that. Perhaps these 'greater youkai' could save some of them, if they managed to intercept our attacks, but they aren't prepared for us. That was your plan, wasn't it?" Remilia smiled.
"Indeed, indeed." Then she sighed unhappily. "Still, a drawn-out war doesn't favor us. They are strong, and there are far more of them." Patchouli glanced at the other vampire, but Flandre's face had gone expressionless. Back to the usual, then - as always, something made her change her mind about how she felt, and then she would stay in her room for days, coming out only to practice on a piano. Hopefully, she wouldn't affect negotiations …. "In any case, she should be here shortly, so let's all get ready. Wouldn't want to go through all this work for nothing, now would we?"
"Well, depending on what it is, I might have an answer. Or a question. Or I might just give you a funny look. Chin up, Flandre - yes, that's good." She smiled gently at her sister, and Patchouli sighed quietly; it was rare to see them so happy together. Most of the time they seemed almost frightened to be around each other and spoke to each other with painful formality.
"Your vampire 'council' has been running the shadows of Europe for centuries now -"
"At least a thousand years, more likely to be nearly fifteen hundred. Depending on how you count and what you call 'running', could be over two thousand." Patchouli exhaled testily.
"Yes, well, your kind have been a dominant social power for a long time. So why is it that non-humans are fading from the world? Why have you let humans dominate the planet?" Even Remilia by herself could have disrupted technological advancements if she'd been around a few centuries earlier, and she had claimed that several members of the council were both older and more capable than she was. The vampire chuckled and pushed a strand of hair around her sister's ear.
"There. Now -"
"My turn!" Flandre giggled and hopped out of the chair, swooping around behind Remilia and gently ushering her into the seat.
"Alright, alright." Remilia smiled happily as Flandre began brushing her hair. "Hmm … well, I can only speak for Europe, of course - excluding Russia, because who knows what sort of policies those sorts have …. To answer your first question, non-humans are fading because humans are getting better at killing them. A thousand years ago, a single werewolf could change, charge into a platoon of mail-armored soldiers, and probably kill everyone while surviving. Now, thanks to guns, a single werewolf is liable to be killed before he gets close enough to seriously threaten a single human. Certain species are better at surviving than others, of course - magic is a great equalizer, for example, and I doubt the undersea races have much to really fear for another two centuries or so - but on the whole, technological advancements, coupled with the lack of belief in "the supernatural" are what led to the current crisis." Patchouli sighed.
"And why didn't your council stop that advancement, keep people believing in such things? It wouldn't have taken much! Instead, now they're scrambling for safe havens like everyone else." Remilia examined her nails for a moment.
"Well … I'm not entirely certain, but I'm fairly sure it's because the First and Second were promoting scientific advancement and a draw-down in faith." Patchouli stared at her, shocked, and Remilia switched to studying her wings. "Oh, don't give me that look, Pache - it's a perfectly sensible plan, and from what I gather, the First believed it had the best chance of long-term survival." Patchouli sputtered and shook her head - she wanted to rave about madness and lunacy, but with the younger sister there, it wasn't a particularly good idea. "You aren't religious, are you, Pache?"
"… What does that have to do with anything?" Remilia chuckled.
"What do you know about Christians and their God?" Patchouli thought for a moment, then shook her head and merely stared at the vampire, waiting for her to continue. "Fine, fine. Here's my understanding. Polytheistic gods aren't a problem, except perhaps a few permutations, and those aren't European in origin. Likewise, the Jewish God isn't a problem - sure, He's exceptionally powerful, but he's also centered around a small, specific group of people; as long as you don't try to wipe them out, you're generally going to be fine. But the Christian God - that one is involved in the world. And by the time the First realized that he wasn't dealing with a Jewish splinter cult but something far more wide-ranging, it had progressed to the point that the only way to contain it was to wipe everything out and start over, which would have been … difficult, at best. Possibly impossible and suicidal. So, the First decided to play the long game: improve human quality of life, technology, and society, and reduce the amount of faith in everything else. Sure, there are some problems with the concept, and it'll probably be at least a few more centuries before anyone can tell if it's actually working, but if it does work, then we'll be able to come back, still relatively strong, and force open acknowledgement in a world that will be forced to believe in our existence. The Christian God, meanwhile, will have starved and faded to irrelevance." She shrugged.
"Doesn't this plan require, among other things, that this god be … somewhat blind and stupid?" Remilia nodded almost imperceptibly.
"It does, yes, but the First thinks it can be done. Sure, there's 'a Plan' for humanity, and omniscience, and all these other theological arguments … but they're all based on human perceptions and calculations. More importantly, the First's plan coincides with human desires for the most part, so even if the end goal is different, the preliminary work is the same." She shrugged. "And human faiths are at war with each other, all the time - according to various well-regarded humans, the world should have ended dozens of times over by now. They've split themselves up into a hundred little cults, each viewing their divine entity just a little bit differently. And faith is eroding." Patchouli nodded; there wasn't time now for a drawn-out debate on the subject, and with the information she had, she could now research it to determine whether Remilia's thoughts were likely to be true.
"… Do you think the local groups have had the same idea?" Remilia snorted.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll ask this Yukkuri person when she gets here." Patchouli winced.
"It's Yukari, Remi." In response, the vampire scoffed loudly.
"It took them four tries before they got my name right! Three separate youkai, all supposedly capable of understanding languages other than their own, and they fucked it up." Patchouli flinched at the vehemence of her friend's response, at the flaring halo of power surrounding her - and Remilia abruptly calmed down. "Do you think they took my threat seriously?" Patchouli sighed and took several steadying breaths; Remilia's flaring aura changed the air unpleasantly, exacerbating her breathing problem.
"… Really, Remilia, they stumbled once - at least one of those was due to nervousness - and you kicked them out for being incomprehensible. There's 'perfectionist' and there's insultingly pedantic." Her familiar finally stepped around her and held up a mirror. Patchouli looked into it, studying her freshly-brushed hair, and nodded to the demon with a smile. She didn't particularly care about the specifics of her appearance, but the familiar liked being appreciated and would sulk if Patchouli took her efforts for granted and didn't at least pay attention to what was being done. Worse, she could make mischief. "But, yes, I think they were taking you seriously from the start of negotiations. Any one of the three of us could slaughter the inhabitants of that town, and I'm sure they know that. Perhaps these 'greater youkai' could save some of them, if they managed to intercept our attacks, but they aren't prepared for us. That was your plan, wasn't it?" Remilia smiled.
"Indeed, indeed." Then she sighed unhappily. "Still, a drawn-out war doesn't favor us. They are strong, and there are far more of them." Patchouli glanced at the other vampire, but Flandre's face had gone expressionless. Back to the usual, then - as always, something made her change her mind about how she felt, and then she would stay in her room for days, coming out only to practice on a piano. Hopefully, she wouldn't affect negotiations …. "In any case, she should be here shortly, so let's all get ready. Wouldn't want to go through all this work for nothing, now would we?"
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SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Alternately, just as planned.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Votes are locked.
Damn it, Yuuka!
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Withdraw with Ilya and Lulu.
- [X] The forest behind the mansion.
You nod. "Yes. Let's … let's go out back, shall we?" It's private - or should be, anyway - but you don't have to do anything. No temptation to play the piano, or read something, or make something. Just you and your friends, in the forest. Lulu nods quickly and hugs your arm.
"I'll let everyone know, okay?" You start to frown - but there's no sense making her unhappy, so you smile and bow your head. Ilya smiles and pats your arm, then gently pushes you off the chair, leading you toward a side door. Lulu follows, then the servants, and you somehow relax a little. "… Mama told Remilia," she says as you leave the mansion and enter the gardens. Perhaps a little roundabout, but you aren't going to make Ilya take the most direct route just to get away from everything a little bit faster. "She said to not push yourself. Do you want to say anything to her?" You walk on for a few more steps, thinking and suddenly scared. You're running away, aren't you? She'll be disappointed ….
"Just - just tell her 'thank you', please." Lulu nods happily and Ilya pats your arm again, and the six of you make your way in silence to the forest. Lulu sighs contentedly as you walk along one of the footpaths - the trees are trimmed away so the moonlight can shine through, and a few bats flit through the sky, and it's not really cold, even for autumn.
"Should I make sure no one can bother us?" You glance at Ilya, and she shrugs, smiling. "I can make a bounded field that most people won't be able to enter, so we can have some extra privacy in case someone else comes into the forest." Lulu peers across you, a mischievous expression on her face.
"Even though most people here aren't most people?" Ilya blinks, then blushes cutely and jerks her head to the side, tossing her hair indignantly at Lulu's reminder. Lulu giggles, and Ilya cracks one eye to look at you; you smile happily, and she relaxes.
"It's fine, Ilya. Let's just enjoy the night." She nods and, mimicking Lulu on your other side, clasps your arm and leans against you. Your wings cling gently to your friends, and you feel better. Is it because they're worried about you, and want you to relax? Or is it just because you aren't trying to keep yourself calm and polite? Something else?
"The stars are so pretty here," Lulu mumbles, and you look up, nodding. The sparkle and twinkle of the lights in the sky are unhindered by the mess of light from a more modern world, with their ever-present street lights and offices working long past the time when humans should be cowering in their homes. But here … here in Gensokyo, humans don't try to overturn the natural world. They stay in their homes, living like they should, afraid.
… Not as afraid as they should be, of course. It's like back home, where everyone might have feared you and Remilia, but also loved and accepted you, because the two of you protected them. Here, they aren't afraid because they know they won't be wiped out, and because of people like Reimu and Marisa, who maintain the balance on the side of humanity.
Two figures burst out of the forest, flying desperately. The ice fairy swerves to avoid you and heads back toward the mansion; the darkness youkai fleeing alongside her isn't quite as nimble, and jerks up to avoid crashing into you, and careens through the forest across the path. You frown and turn to face the direction they were fleeing from, and your eyes narrow as a figure comes into view. Tall, green hair, cruel smile, dressed in a red and white western dress, and carrying a parasol - Yuuka walks calmly through the forest. Your wings twitch in irritation and you step in front of your friends.
"Oh? My, what a coincidence, meeting you here," she says, stopping before reaching the path, and her friend wavers into view beside her. And yet, according to your clone, they're both still sitting with Tohsaka. So - usage of some spell or power to duplicate, or appear to duplicate themselves. Rude, but not inherently a problem. Worse, however … you look over your shoulder in the direction the youkai fled. "Oh, don't mind the trash. I was just having some fun." She grins as flowers begin springing up around her feet.
"I don't mind trash, but you assaulting guests is a problem." Your voice is cold and harsh, but Yuuka just laughs.
"Guests, trash - what's the difference? Actually, I did have something I wanted to ask you." You summon a few danmaku bullets, and Yuuka's grin widens.
"Those were guests. Those are trash." You wave toward the retreating youkai and fairy for the former - and for the latter, you fling your danmaku to the flowers growing around Yuuka's feet. Her expression freezes and palpable hatred emanates from her. Ilya and Lulu slide back, and Sella, Leysritt, and Satsuki all get in front of them. You meet Yuuka's gaze, unimpressed - she's not stupid enough to attack you, not when her provocation is so clear and deliberate, and after a moment her smile returns.
"… Yes, I wanted to ask you if you would ask those two big-shot magicians if they would fight me. I already asked Remilia, but she said I would need your permission to ask them."
"No," you say without hesitating. Even though you're pretty sure she wouldn't hurt anyone, much less kill them - Nanoha and Fate are supposed to be recuperating. Getting into a fight with Yuuka isn't exactly invigorating for people like them. Yuuka clicks her tongue.
"Oh, so blunt. Well …." Her gaze moves from you to behind you. "What about them? Yukari was saying something about that little one having something dangerous. I'm sure the worst that would happen is that they end up like Mima, here." As she gestures at her shocked and terrified friend, something cold surges through your body.
What do you do?
[ ] You've had it with a lot of things right now. Attack Yuuka.
- [ ] Hold nothing back.
[ ] Enough is enough. If she wants a fight, she can have one.
- [ ] Judicial duel.
- [ ] Private duel.
[ ] She's not supposed to be out here, and she's been very provocative. Have her removed from the mansion.
- [ ] Ban her permanently.
[ ] … Just turn around and leave with your friends.
- [ ] Go to your room.
- [ ] Go to the kitchen.
- [X] The forest behind the mansion.
You nod. "Yes. Let's … let's go out back, shall we?" It's private - or should be, anyway - but you don't have to do anything. No temptation to play the piano, or read something, or make something. Just you and your friends, in the forest. Lulu nods quickly and hugs your arm.
"I'll let everyone know, okay?" You start to frown - but there's no sense making her unhappy, so you smile and bow your head. Ilya smiles and pats your arm, then gently pushes you off the chair, leading you toward a side door. Lulu follows, then the servants, and you somehow relax a little. "… Mama told Remilia," she says as you leave the mansion and enter the gardens. Perhaps a little roundabout, but you aren't going to make Ilya take the most direct route just to get away from everything a little bit faster. "She said to not push yourself. Do you want to say anything to her?" You walk on for a few more steps, thinking and suddenly scared. You're running away, aren't you? She'll be disappointed ….
"Just - just tell her 'thank you', please." Lulu nods happily and Ilya pats your arm again, and the six of you make your way in silence to the forest. Lulu sighs contentedly as you walk along one of the footpaths - the trees are trimmed away so the moonlight can shine through, and a few bats flit through the sky, and it's not really cold, even for autumn.
"Should I make sure no one can bother us?" You glance at Ilya, and she shrugs, smiling. "I can make a bounded field that most people won't be able to enter, so we can have some extra privacy in case someone else comes into the forest." Lulu peers across you, a mischievous expression on her face.
"Even though most people here aren't most people?" Ilya blinks, then blushes cutely and jerks her head to the side, tossing her hair indignantly at Lulu's reminder. Lulu giggles, and Ilya cracks one eye to look at you; you smile happily, and she relaxes.
"It's fine, Ilya. Let's just enjoy the night." She nods and, mimicking Lulu on your other side, clasps your arm and leans against you. Your wings cling gently to your friends, and you feel better. Is it because they're worried about you, and want you to relax? Or is it just because you aren't trying to keep yourself calm and polite? Something else?
"The stars are so pretty here," Lulu mumbles, and you look up, nodding. The sparkle and twinkle of the lights in the sky are unhindered by the mess of light from a more modern world, with their ever-present street lights and offices working long past the time when humans should be cowering in their homes. But here … here in Gensokyo, humans don't try to overturn the natural world. They stay in their homes, living like they should, afraid.
… Not as afraid as they should be, of course. It's like back home, where everyone might have feared you and Remilia, but also loved and accepted you, because the two of you protected them. Here, they aren't afraid because they know they won't be wiped out, and because of people like Reimu and Marisa, who maintain the balance on the side of humanity.
Two figures burst out of the forest, flying desperately. The ice fairy swerves to avoid you and heads back toward the mansion; the darkness youkai fleeing alongside her isn't quite as nimble, and jerks up to avoid crashing into you, and careens through the forest across the path. You frown and turn to face the direction they were fleeing from, and your eyes narrow as a figure comes into view. Tall, green hair, cruel smile, dressed in a red and white western dress, and carrying a parasol - Yuuka walks calmly through the forest. Your wings twitch in irritation and you step in front of your friends.
"Oh? My, what a coincidence, meeting you here," she says, stopping before reaching the path, and her friend wavers into view beside her. And yet, according to your clone, they're both still sitting with Tohsaka. So - usage of some spell or power to duplicate, or appear to duplicate themselves. Rude, but not inherently a problem. Worse, however … you look over your shoulder in the direction the youkai fled. "Oh, don't mind the trash. I was just having some fun." She grins as flowers begin springing up around her feet.
"I don't mind trash, but you assaulting guests is a problem." Your voice is cold and harsh, but Yuuka just laughs.
"Guests, trash - what's the difference? Actually, I did have something I wanted to ask you." You summon a few danmaku bullets, and Yuuka's grin widens.
"Those were guests. Those are trash." You wave toward the retreating youkai and fairy for the former - and for the latter, you fling your danmaku to the flowers growing around Yuuka's feet. Her expression freezes and palpable hatred emanates from her. Ilya and Lulu slide back, and Sella, Leysritt, and Satsuki all get in front of them. You meet Yuuka's gaze, unimpressed - she's not stupid enough to attack you, not when her provocation is so clear and deliberate, and after a moment her smile returns.
"… Yes, I wanted to ask you if you would ask those two big-shot magicians if they would fight me. I already asked Remilia, but she said I would need your permission to ask them."
"No," you say without hesitating. Even though you're pretty sure she wouldn't hurt anyone, much less kill them - Nanoha and Fate are supposed to be recuperating. Getting into a fight with Yuuka isn't exactly invigorating for people like them. Yuuka clicks her tongue.
"Oh, so blunt. Well …." Her gaze moves from you to behind you. "What about them? Yukari was saying something about that little one having something dangerous. I'm sure the worst that would happen is that they end up like Mima, here." As she gestures at her shocked and terrified friend, something cold surges through your body.
What do you do?
[ ] You've had it with a lot of things right now. Attack Yuuka.
- [ ] Hold nothing back.
[ ] Enough is enough. If she wants a fight, she can have one.
- [ ] Judicial duel.
- [ ] Private duel.
[ ] She's not supposed to be out here, and she's been very provocative. Have her removed from the mansion.
- [ ] Ban her permanently.
[ ] … Just turn around and leave with your friends.
- [ ] Go to your room.
- [ ] Go to the kitchen.