Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
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As someone who waifus Yuuka, I'll reiterate I kinda wish we could have Flan get along with her.
Such is outside the scope of this quest, tho....
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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Practice with Berserker
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Practice with Berserker.
"Hey, Flan?" You look at Ilya as you wonder what else to do. Maybe you should try guessing what the performance is going to be? "Do you want to practice with Berserker for a while?" For some reason, she sounds nervous and hopeful, where she should be confident, but you nod, smiling, anyway.
"Sure! Out in the library? Or the front hall?" She puts on a smile and shakes her head, but she still seems tense about something ….
"Outside, Flan - you're both wild fighters, remember?" You grin and stick your tongue out at her - there's the twinkling eye she was missing! - and twirl her into your arms, catching the camera with your wings and setting it on the dresser. Illyasviel places her camera next to it and follows you out, a wide smile on her face. "What are you so happy about?" You look back as the maid crosses her arms behind her head, and Leysritt closes the door behind her.
"Well, I'm looking forward to this fight. Either I get to see Flandre-sama smashed into the dirt, or I get to see what she looks like really going all-out to defeat the strongest Servant. Either way, I get to see something great." Ilya pouts, but there isn't much she can do to get Illyasviel to not watch; she did want to hold the fight outside, after all. Smirking, Illyasviel follows you through the library.
"Ai!" Illyasviel halts stiffly and grimaces as Koakuma's voice rings out. "Ai, where are you going?" You stop and turn so you can Ilya can both watch the librarian and the maid.
"Out to watch Flandre-sama spar with Berserker, Ma'am," Illyasviel says almost cordially, a rictus grin stretching her cheeks apart without showing her teeth. Koakuma lands and studies her, then looks at you. You nod, and Koakuma taps her lips, as if she hadn't seen you.
"Well … I guess if Lady Flandre doesn't have any strong objections, you can go. But remember to come back in time to sleep!" Illyasviel nods grudgingly, and Koakuma wags her finger. "I mean it! One more time, and we're taking away your Archer plushy!" Illyasviel stiffens and seems to simultaneously lose all the blood in her head and blush bright red, and her lips quiver. Before you can ask, however, Koakuma bows to you and teleports away, and you think you see a mischievous grin on her face. Maybe if she branches out, it'll improve Patchouli's moods?
"Er, Illyasviel? Why did she call you 'Ai'?" Ilya asks, and Illyasviel ducks her head.
"And what is an Archer plushy?" In response to your question, she just stalks past you. You poke Ilya's nose; teasing her about it can be fun, but you have to make sure to moderate it, especially at the beginning. As you follow the quietly-fuming girl through the rest of the library, you wonder about the plushy - what it looks like, how big it is, whether it's that Archer or if you're just reading too much into it …. By the time you reach the front door, Illyasviel is more normal, although she isn't quite back to smiling, and you swing Ilya down to the ground before taking out Laevateinn and moving out into the yard. Ilya claps happily, and Berserker appears several meters outside of his range away from you. He stands as he always does - perfectly still, his weird axe-sword resting on the ground, not even looking at you - and you look slightly sideways at Ilya. She clutches her hands in front of her, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and nods before mouthing something. Laevateinn flips up and you brace it with your wing as Berserker's weapon slams toward you.
You block the strike and don't even hesitate - rather than withdrawing, you press toward the massive Servant, sliding your precious gift above you to keep his weapon from dropping onto you. Once you're inside the weapon's reach, you reverse Laevateinn again and thrust it against Berserker's stomach. He's already moving, of course, and you follow his movement, accelerating to try and swing behind him and get into an area where he has a slightly harder time hitting you - it's not like he has any blind spots! You succeed and slash along his back as the great weapon sweeps back and up, forcing you to rise as it chases you. You change tactics and disengage, hurtling around the yard so you can make a charge, and Berserker stands at the ready. You fly toward him, aiming for a leg, and the axe-sword chops down to block you, so you adjust up to lance his shoulder -
- and tumble away as he slaps you to the side. You roll in the air, catch yourself, and blink at the Servant. You cock your head as you consider his stance and the positioning of his hands, and then you narrow your eyes. That shouldn't have worked! Assassin could've pulled it off, the way his sword moved, but Berserker couldn't have hit you from that angle with his arm there … unless he used the chop as a distraction so you wouldn't notice him repositioning his hand. You turn your attention to Ilya, to the gleeful smile on her face, and Berserker leaps at you. The great stone weapon, impossibly durable, lashes around you, sometimes slamming into the ground and sometimes barely deflected by Laevateinn - and then it whips around the other way as he switches hands in a spin, and Laevateinn is out of position … and he pulls the strike. Instead of the great weapon smashing into your shoulder and through your torso, it cuts along your shoulder, spinning you wildly. As you regain control and start healing your shoulder, you hear Ilya and Illyasviel clapping and cheering - and if Berserker is as expressionless as he always is, you're still certain you can detect pride coming from him. You smirk; he may be the greatest hero and the strongest Servant, but you are Flandre Scarlet!
Your clones slip out, readying their own weapons, and one turns invisible. All four of you begin weaving around, then you begin your attacks. At first, you're successful - you and your clones are all able to hit him, his axe-sword unable to be everywhere, and after each round of attacks one of you randomly turns invisible and the other returns to visibility. And yet, despite the lack of any pattern to your attacks or which of you turns invisible, he is able to pick out which is the real you. Sure, only you can really damage him, since the inferior weapons of your clones don't pierce his skin as easily as Laevateinn, but he somehow keeps track of you, specifically! Even when you turn invisible - even when all four of you turn invisible and fly around wildly, he keeps track of you!
"Come on, Flan! You can do it! Kill him at least once!" Ilya waves to you, and you smile in spite of everything. You could've killed him easily, at the beginning of the fight, but now … now you're going to have to work for it. Berserker charges at you, sword pointed behind him, and you rush to meet him. Your clones hurtle ahead of you, slamming into his bulk and disrupting him, slightly - enough that you're able to gouge the side of his head before his own weapon slams into your shoulder and sends you bouncing along the grass. You pop up and bring out another set of clones, and these go low, right against the ground, to try and catch Berserker's feet and tangle him up, but he leaps to avoid them, and you incinerate his skull with Laevateinn. He stumbles when he lands and stays still for a moment, hunched forward, but as your clones try to grapple him he whirls, his weapon lashing out to cut them apart. You grin, and a third set slips out. You probably shouldn't use too many of them, just because it's easy to exhaust yourself, but for now, you should be fine. You fling yourself at Berserker's weapon, trying to bind it and maybe disarm him while your clones distract him, but you don't even get a chance to try, as his first strike slams you back and his follow-up takes your leg. That gives you an opening, however small, and you take it, thrusting Laevateinn into his belly and ripping up - but Laevateinn isn't a sword, and Berserker punches you away.
Disarmed, but healed back up, you glower at the invincible Servant as he strides toward you. Laevateinn is stuck in his torso, probably in his diaphragm, but it hasn't punched through his back yet, and you might not even have inflicted a fatal wound! You nod to yourself, then roll your shoulders and charge. Your clones fly above you, flimsy meat screens against Berserker's swing - faster than you! - but the slightest delay as he has to crush through them is enough, and a wing snags your weapon, and Berserker accidentally disembowels himself when his attack knocks you away. That counts! That's two! You shake yourself and grin fiendishly as the Servant rises again. Can you make it three times? What tricks do you have left …? You put Laevateinn away. Yes, you're certain it will continue to be effective, but whatever changed in Berserker, you're now fighting him wrong. Sneaky, sneaky Ilya! You'll need to ask her what happened ….
Berserker rushes toward you, faster than any human, and you run to meet him as well - and just before he reaches attack range, you flare your aura, blazing red air surrounding you as you leap forward, one arm outstretched toward his face. Vaguely, you see the axe-sword coming from one side and his fist coming from the other even as his skull and body boil away from your attack -
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?
"Hey, Flan?" You look at Ilya as you wonder what else to do. Maybe you should try guessing what the performance is going to be? "Do you want to practice with Berserker for a while?" For some reason, she sounds nervous and hopeful, where she should be confident, but you nod, smiling, anyway.
"Sure! Out in the library? Or the front hall?" She puts on a smile and shakes her head, but she still seems tense about something ….
"Outside, Flan - you're both wild fighters, remember?" You grin and stick your tongue out at her - there's the twinkling eye she was missing! - and twirl her into your arms, catching the camera with your wings and setting it on the dresser. Illyasviel places her camera next to it and follows you out, a wide smile on her face. "What are you so happy about?" You look back as the maid crosses her arms behind her head, and Leysritt closes the door behind her.
"Well, I'm looking forward to this fight. Either I get to see Flandre-sama smashed into the dirt, or I get to see what she looks like really going all-out to defeat the strongest Servant. Either way, I get to see something great." Ilya pouts, but there isn't much she can do to get Illyasviel to not watch; she did want to hold the fight outside, after all. Smirking, Illyasviel follows you through the library.
"Ai!" Illyasviel halts stiffly and grimaces as Koakuma's voice rings out. "Ai, where are you going?" You stop and turn so you can Ilya can both watch the librarian and the maid.
"Out to watch Flandre-sama spar with Berserker, Ma'am," Illyasviel says almost cordially, a rictus grin stretching her cheeks apart without showing her teeth. Koakuma lands and studies her, then looks at you. You nod, and Koakuma taps her lips, as if she hadn't seen you.
"Well … I guess if Lady Flandre doesn't have any strong objections, you can go. But remember to come back in time to sleep!" Illyasviel nods grudgingly, and Koakuma wags her finger. "I mean it! One more time, and we're taking away your Archer plushy!" Illyasviel stiffens and seems to simultaneously lose all the blood in her head and blush bright red, and her lips quiver. Before you can ask, however, Koakuma bows to you and teleports away, and you think you see a mischievous grin on her face. Maybe if she branches out, it'll improve Patchouli's moods?
"Er, Illyasviel? Why did she call you 'Ai'?" Ilya asks, and Illyasviel ducks her head.
"And what is an Archer plushy?" In response to your question, she just stalks past you. You poke Ilya's nose; teasing her about it can be fun, but you have to make sure to moderate it, especially at the beginning. As you follow the quietly-fuming girl through the rest of the library, you wonder about the plushy - what it looks like, how big it is, whether it's that Archer or if you're just reading too much into it …. By the time you reach the front door, Illyasviel is more normal, although she isn't quite back to smiling, and you swing Ilya down to the ground before taking out Laevateinn and moving out into the yard. Ilya claps happily, and Berserker appears several meters outside of his range away from you. He stands as he always does - perfectly still, his weird axe-sword resting on the ground, not even looking at you - and you look slightly sideways at Ilya. She clutches her hands in front of her, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and nods before mouthing something. Laevateinn flips up and you brace it with your wing as Berserker's weapon slams toward you.
You block the strike and don't even hesitate - rather than withdrawing, you press toward the massive Servant, sliding your precious gift above you to keep his weapon from dropping onto you. Once you're inside the weapon's reach, you reverse Laevateinn again and thrust it against Berserker's stomach. He's already moving, of course, and you follow his movement, accelerating to try and swing behind him and get into an area where he has a slightly harder time hitting you - it's not like he has any blind spots! You succeed and slash along his back as the great weapon sweeps back and up, forcing you to rise as it chases you. You change tactics and disengage, hurtling around the yard so you can make a charge, and Berserker stands at the ready. You fly toward him, aiming for a leg, and the axe-sword chops down to block you, so you adjust up to lance his shoulder -
- and tumble away as he slaps you to the side. You roll in the air, catch yourself, and blink at the Servant. You cock your head as you consider his stance and the positioning of his hands, and then you narrow your eyes. That shouldn't have worked! Assassin could've pulled it off, the way his sword moved, but Berserker couldn't have hit you from that angle with his arm there … unless he used the chop as a distraction so you wouldn't notice him repositioning his hand. You turn your attention to Ilya, to the gleeful smile on her face, and Berserker leaps at you. The great stone weapon, impossibly durable, lashes around you, sometimes slamming into the ground and sometimes barely deflected by Laevateinn - and then it whips around the other way as he switches hands in a spin, and Laevateinn is out of position … and he pulls the strike. Instead of the great weapon smashing into your shoulder and through your torso, it cuts along your shoulder, spinning you wildly. As you regain control and start healing your shoulder, you hear Ilya and Illyasviel clapping and cheering - and if Berserker is as expressionless as he always is, you're still certain you can detect pride coming from him. You smirk; he may be the greatest hero and the strongest Servant, but you are Flandre Scarlet!
Your clones slip out, readying their own weapons, and one turns invisible. All four of you begin weaving around, then you begin your attacks. At first, you're successful - you and your clones are all able to hit him, his axe-sword unable to be everywhere, and after each round of attacks one of you randomly turns invisible and the other returns to visibility. And yet, despite the lack of any pattern to your attacks or which of you turns invisible, he is able to pick out which is the real you. Sure, only you can really damage him, since the inferior weapons of your clones don't pierce his skin as easily as Laevateinn, but he somehow keeps track of you, specifically! Even when you turn invisible - even when all four of you turn invisible and fly around wildly, he keeps track of you!
"Come on, Flan! You can do it! Kill him at least once!" Ilya waves to you, and you smile in spite of everything. You could've killed him easily, at the beginning of the fight, but now … now you're going to have to work for it. Berserker charges at you, sword pointed behind him, and you rush to meet him. Your clones hurtle ahead of you, slamming into his bulk and disrupting him, slightly - enough that you're able to gouge the side of his head before his own weapon slams into your shoulder and sends you bouncing along the grass. You pop up and bring out another set of clones, and these go low, right against the ground, to try and catch Berserker's feet and tangle him up, but he leaps to avoid them, and you incinerate his skull with Laevateinn. He stumbles when he lands and stays still for a moment, hunched forward, but as your clones try to grapple him he whirls, his weapon lashing out to cut them apart. You grin, and a third set slips out. You probably shouldn't use too many of them, just because it's easy to exhaust yourself, but for now, you should be fine. You fling yourself at Berserker's weapon, trying to bind it and maybe disarm him while your clones distract him, but you don't even get a chance to try, as his first strike slams you back and his follow-up takes your leg. That gives you an opening, however small, and you take it, thrusting Laevateinn into his belly and ripping up - but Laevateinn isn't a sword, and Berserker punches you away.
Disarmed, but healed back up, you glower at the invincible Servant as he strides toward you. Laevateinn is stuck in his torso, probably in his diaphragm, but it hasn't punched through his back yet, and you might not even have inflicted a fatal wound! You nod to yourself, then roll your shoulders and charge. Your clones fly above you, flimsy meat screens against Berserker's swing - faster than you! - but the slightest delay as he has to crush through them is enough, and a wing snags your weapon, and Berserker accidentally disembowels himself when his attack knocks you away. That counts! That's two! You shake yourself and grin fiendishly as the Servant rises again. Can you make it three times? What tricks do you have left …? You put Laevateinn away. Yes, you're certain it will continue to be effective, but whatever changed in Berserker, you're now fighting him wrong. Sneaky, sneaky Ilya! You'll need to ask her what happened ….
Berserker rushes toward you, faster than any human, and you run to meet him as well - and just before he reaches attack range, you flare your aura, blazing red air surrounding you as you leap forward, one arm outstretched toward his face. Vaguely, you see the axe-sword coming from one side and his fist coming from the other even as his skull and body boil away from your attack -
***
"Flan! Flan, are you okay?" Your eyes blink open at Ilya's worried voice, and you cock your head as she sighs in relief before hugging you tightly. Berserker is nowhere to be seen, but now you realize what a mess the two of you made of the front yard. Hmm … maybe you should just go to sleep and pretend this wasn't you?
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?
[X] Ask Ilya about the changed Berserker.
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About Berserker
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Ask Ilya about the changed Berserker.
You stretch and push the damage out of your mind, then reach up to return Ilya's hug before levering yourself into a sitting position. When you let Ilya go, she starts to twist away so you're facing each other, but you push her down into your lap and tickle her nose. "Now, Berserker seemed a little different to me. Would you happen to know anything about that, Ilya?" She blushes a little, but more importantly, her confusion transforms into a cheery smile.
"You did notice!" You tilt your head and her smile fades a little. "It … it's part of something that came up when Patchouli and I were talking about - about me and my lifespan. One of the things she thought would make things easier on me would be if Berserker - if he wasn't Berserker. If he were a different Class, instead." You raise an eyebrow.
"Can that be done?" She frowns for a moment, thinking, then shakes her head.
"Not really. Servants are portions of a Heroic Spirit's power that are placed inside a container - the various Classes. Even if the Heroic Spirit qualifies for another Class, once you have a Servant, the power that's inside that Class doesn't work very well for other Classes. Like Heracles, he can be five of the standard Classes: Archer, Lancer, Berserker, Saber, and Rider. He can't be Caster, no matter what Patchouli and her familiar say, and Assassin normally selects a specific group, so even though he could be Assassin, he can't." You don't miss the extra emphasis she places on her denial of Berserker as a Caster, but fortunately, that's not something you're particularly interested in.
"So because Berserker has Heracles's qualities that are most suited for the Berserker Class, and less of his other qualities, even though Heracles qualifies for, say, Saber, even if you did change his Class he wouldn't fit the new Class very well." Ilya nods and reaches up to pat your head.
"Of course, I'm not really sure that changing a Servant's Class is actually possible - certainly not under normal circumstances, but with Patchouli and Remilia, it might be. Anyway, what Patchouli can do is … adjust the Class parameters. I'm not sure how, and I'm pretty sure your sister is doing something that makes it possible, but in particular, his - Berserker Enhancement has been weakened. It's not … not perfect," she sniffles and you brush tears out of her eyes, "but his mind is back, mostly. He … sometimes it reverts back to its original level, but if he could fight you without holding back and not have that happen, then it means you're compatible with him!" She smiles again and rubs your hands against her cheek.
"Why did Patchouli think that would help? And did it?" Ilya nods.
"The Berserker Class … it's design is to take a relatively weak Servant and make them more powerful through the Enhancement effect. But powering up a Servant like that also increases the drain on the Master; before me, every Master of a Berserker died while trying to maintain their Servant, because it drains so much energy. But because of what was done to me to make me such a powerful Master, I could support Berserker easily. And here it doesn't really matter, so it's hard to tell if it actually helps any." She reaches up to touch your nose with a fingertip. "But Patchouli had some really weird ideas. About merging me with Berserker if Remilia's plan runs into problems." You cock your head at her wistful tone.
"Like putting you inside Berserker and letting him just carry you around everywhere? It might make eating a bit weird, since you'd only be able to eat what he ate first." Ilya sticks her tongue out in disgust, and when you giggle she pokes you between the eyes.
"No, not like that! Like … merging Berserker into my body, somehow. I know she was keeping some things from me, but there are a few ways it should be possible for Servants to possess a human. In that case, we would want a lower Enhancement for Berserker since he'd be sharing my body with me, and if I lost control because of Berserker's more powerful Enhancement …." You nod slowly as she trails off, then reach down and hug her tightly. She pats your back. "But if it did work, then I would, theoretically, be almost immortal. I wouldn't be able to die thanks to Berserker's Servant existence, which would be fueled by my magical energy." You nod and lean back, looking up at the sky. Looks like rain. A drop falls on your forehead and you wince. Definitely rain. Time to go inside.
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?
You stretch and push the damage out of your mind, then reach up to return Ilya's hug before levering yourself into a sitting position. When you let Ilya go, she starts to twist away so you're facing each other, but you push her down into your lap and tickle her nose. "Now, Berserker seemed a little different to me. Would you happen to know anything about that, Ilya?" She blushes a little, but more importantly, her confusion transforms into a cheery smile.
"You did notice!" You tilt your head and her smile fades a little. "It … it's part of something that came up when Patchouli and I were talking about - about me and my lifespan. One of the things she thought would make things easier on me would be if Berserker - if he wasn't Berserker. If he were a different Class, instead." You raise an eyebrow.
"Can that be done?" She frowns for a moment, thinking, then shakes her head.
"Not really. Servants are portions of a Heroic Spirit's power that are placed inside a container - the various Classes. Even if the Heroic Spirit qualifies for another Class, once you have a Servant, the power that's inside that Class doesn't work very well for other Classes. Like Heracles, he can be five of the standard Classes: Archer, Lancer, Berserker, Saber, and Rider. He can't be Caster, no matter what Patchouli and her familiar say, and Assassin normally selects a specific group, so even though he could be Assassin, he can't." You don't miss the extra emphasis she places on her denial of Berserker as a Caster, but fortunately, that's not something you're particularly interested in.
"So because Berserker has Heracles's qualities that are most suited for the Berserker Class, and less of his other qualities, even though Heracles qualifies for, say, Saber, even if you did change his Class he wouldn't fit the new Class very well." Ilya nods and reaches up to pat your head.
"Of course, I'm not really sure that changing a Servant's Class is actually possible - certainly not under normal circumstances, but with Patchouli and Remilia, it might be. Anyway, what Patchouli can do is … adjust the Class parameters. I'm not sure how, and I'm pretty sure your sister is doing something that makes it possible, but in particular, his - Berserker Enhancement has been weakened. It's not … not perfect," she sniffles and you brush tears out of her eyes, "but his mind is back, mostly. He … sometimes it reverts back to its original level, but if he could fight you without holding back and not have that happen, then it means you're compatible with him!" She smiles again and rubs your hands against her cheek.
"Why did Patchouli think that would help? And did it?" Ilya nods.
"The Berserker Class … it's design is to take a relatively weak Servant and make them more powerful through the Enhancement effect. But powering up a Servant like that also increases the drain on the Master; before me, every Master of a Berserker died while trying to maintain their Servant, because it drains so much energy. But because of what was done to me to make me such a powerful Master, I could support Berserker easily. And here it doesn't really matter, so it's hard to tell if it actually helps any." She reaches up to touch your nose with a fingertip. "But Patchouli had some really weird ideas. About merging me with Berserker if Remilia's plan runs into problems." You cock your head at her wistful tone.
"Like putting you inside Berserker and letting him just carry you around everywhere? It might make eating a bit weird, since you'd only be able to eat what he ate first." Ilya sticks her tongue out in disgust, and when you giggle she pokes you between the eyes.
"No, not like that! Like … merging Berserker into my body, somehow. I know she was keeping some things from me, but there are a few ways it should be possible for Servants to possess a human. In that case, we would want a lower Enhancement for Berserker since he'd be sharing my body with me, and if I lost control because of Berserker's more powerful Enhancement …." You nod slowly as she trails off, then reach down and hug her tightly. She pats your back. "But if it did work, then I would, theoretically, be almost immortal. I wouldn't be able to die thanks to Berserker's Servant existence, which would be fueled by my magical energy." You nod and lean back, looking up at the sky. Looks like rain. A drop falls on your forehead and you wince. Definitely rain. Time to go inside.
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Something like what's going on with Archer and one of the other Illyas, I suppose.
EDIT: NInja'd.
EDIT: NInja'd.
A persudo or demi-servant existence.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Would it be like Illyasviel with Archer?
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Fluuka
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
I blame you. Yes, you.As someone who waifus Yuuka, I'll reiterate I kinda wish we could have Flan get along with her.
Such is outside the scope of this quest, tho....
"What are we going to do tonight, Yuuka?"
"The same thing we do every night, Flan - plot to take over Gensokyo!" A dramatic stroke of lightning flashed through the sky, followed a split-second later by a deafening peal of thunder - a strange sight in the cloudless blue sky. Flandre kept watering the sunflowers for a few seconds, then looked over at the denim-clad youkai.
"Yeah, but we already know how that's going to work out. Yukari is going to catch you between however many gaps she needs to beat whatever new Master Spark variant you've conjured up, and I'm going to be body-slammed by the Hourai Gang like I'm the least-liked character on a bad wrestling show. Can't we do something else?" Yuuka frowned in thought as the giant sapient parasol-flower bowed along with the vampire's question. That had been a marvelous bit of work, even if she had had to cheat a little by grinding up a few fairies to serve as life force and guiding intellect ... or lack thereof. Granted, they couldn't do too much - Reimu was getting on in years, and didn't like leaving the shrine, and Marisa had long since stopped responding to incidents that didn't directly affect the Forest of Magic, and those she answered with giant mushroom cannons that required the were-hakutaku and Remilia to work together to restore the mangled landscape.
"We could ...." She trailed off, considering the date and her knowledge of human customs. Flan paused and looked at her again. Yuuka snapped her fingers, and a vine snaked up to pull Flan's straw hat over her eyes. As the vampire struggled to pull it back up, Yuuka walked toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Come, Flan! Let us ride the balloon-animal!"
"Look, I understand that you want to do something, but I'm not sure what you're trying to achieve by ransacking the library and kidnapping Sakuya. Pache's already crying because her house of books was knocked over, and that sack does not look like a comfortable place for a human. Are you alright, Sakuya?" The burlap sack over Yuuka's shoulder ceased thrashing for a moment, and a knife quickly cut out a small section so the chief maid could stick her head through.
"Quite fine, Milady. Ah, Miss Yuuka, I'm not kicking you too hard, am I?" The youkai shook her head and Sakuya nodded before returning to the sack and quickly stitching the hole shut. Flan giggled as a stray kick hit the side of Yuuka's head.
"We just need a good cook for a few hours, that's all. You'll have her back by morning at the very latest. I promise." Remilia narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her guest, then sighed and nodded.
"Alright, shoo. I have to go console a weeping magician. I swear, she hasn't cried this much since Marisa bit Koakuma." Yuuka raised an eyebrow - the poor familiar was frequently sent to the Forest of Magic in desperate attempts to retrieve the majority of the mansion's book stocks, and rarely had any luck. She was, however, for some reason immune to the forest magician's general policy of 'Magicannon First, Second, and Third, repeat with bigger cannons if needed,' so she kept getting sent back. She had come to the Garden of the Sun just last week with a number of bite marks on her neck, and a confusing and contradictory story that she had asked Flan to help her with.
"Remilia~! Waaah!" Remilia sighed, and Flan patted her head sympathetically before pulling on her raincoat - when Patchouli cried, it rained.
"Gensokyo does not celebrate Thanksgiving, and even if it did, it doesn't appreciate meals made up of tiny self-replicating Flan-clones. Even if they are cute, they chew on everything, and the Hourai Gang can't body-slam all of them. It's our fault that Marisa made the Human Village explode. It's our fault that everything except the Mansion exploded. We are sincerely apologetic and will work with Remilia to restore Gensokyo to its former prosperity." The lecturer stared at her for a long moment, then nodded and turned to Yuuka.
"... You talk an awful lot. I mean, really, you should eat one of those burgers we made, because having a bunch of tiny Flans keeping you from talking would be an improvement." Flan clapped her hands over her face as Shiki's face turned red and the Rod of Remorse came out again.
"The same thing we do every night, Flan - plot to take over Gensokyo!" A dramatic stroke of lightning flashed through the sky, followed a split-second later by a deafening peal of thunder - a strange sight in the cloudless blue sky. Flandre kept watering the sunflowers for a few seconds, then looked over at the denim-clad youkai.
"Yeah, but we already know how that's going to work out. Yukari is going to catch you between however many gaps she needs to beat whatever new Master Spark variant you've conjured up, and I'm going to be body-slammed by the Hourai Gang like I'm the least-liked character on a bad wrestling show. Can't we do something else?" Yuuka frowned in thought as the giant sapient parasol-flower bowed along with the vampire's question. That had been a marvelous bit of work, even if she had had to cheat a little by grinding up a few fairies to serve as life force and guiding intellect ... or lack thereof. Granted, they couldn't do too much - Reimu was getting on in years, and didn't like leaving the shrine, and Marisa had long since stopped responding to incidents that didn't directly affect the Forest of Magic, and those she answered with giant mushroom cannons that required the were-hakutaku and Remilia to work together to restore the mangled landscape.
"We could ...." She trailed off, considering the date and her knowledge of human customs. Flan paused and looked at her again. Yuuka snapped her fingers, and a vine snaked up to pull Flan's straw hat over her eyes. As the vampire struggled to pull it back up, Yuuka walked toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Come, Flan! Let us ride the balloon-animal!"
***
"Look, I understand that you want to do something, but I'm not sure what you're trying to achieve by ransacking the library and kidnapping Sakuya. Pache's already crying because her house of books was knocked over, and that sack does not look like a comfortable place for a human. Are you alright, Sakuya?" The burlap sack over Yuuka's shoulder ceased thrashing for a moment, and a knife quickly cut out a small section so the chief maid could stick her head through.
"Quite fine, Milady. Ah, Miss Yuuka, I'm not kicking you too hard, am I?" The youkai shook her head and Sakuya nodded before returning to the sack and quickly stitching the hole shut. Flan giggled as a stray kick hit the side of Yuuka's head.
"We just need a good cook for a few hours, that's all. You'll have her back by morning at the very latest. I promise." Remilia narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her guest, then sighed and nodded.
"Alright, shoo. I have to go console a weeping magician. I swear, she hasn't cried this much since Marisa bit Koakuma." Yuuka raised an eyebrow - the poor familiar was frequently sent to the Forest of Magic in desperate attempts to retrieve the majority of the mansion's book stocks, and rarely had any luck. She was, however, for some reason immune to the forest magician's general policy of 'Magicannon First, Second, and Third, repeat with bigger cannons if needed,' so she kept getting sent back. She had come to the Garden of the Sun just last week with a number of bite marks on her neck, and a confusing and contradictory story that she had asked Flan to help her with.
"Remilia~! Waaah!" Remilia sighed, and Flan patted her head sympathetically before pulling on her raincoat - when Patchouli cried, it rained.
***
"... Now, what have you learned?" Eiki Shiki finally crossed her arms, lecture over, and glared at the two figures kneeling in front of her. Flan sighed.
"Gensokyo does not celebrate Thanksgiving, and even if it did, it doesn't appreciate meals made up of tiny self-replicating Flan-clones. Even if they are cute, they chew on everything, and the Hourai Gang can't body-slam all of them. It's our fault that Marisa made the Human Village explode. It's our fault that everything except the Mansion exploded. We are sincerely apologetic and will work with Remilia to restore Gensokyo to its former prosperity." The lecturer stared at her for a long moment, then nodded and turned to Yuuka.
"... You talk an awful lot. I mean, really, you should eat one of those burgers we made, because having a bunch of tiny Flans keeping you from talking would be an improvement." Flan clapped her hands over her face as Shiki's face turned red and the Rod of Remorse came out again.
... I also blame yesterday. And this past week in general. But mostly you
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SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Marisa/Koakuma, now there's a rare pair.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Decorations, Witch-fights, modification into effects based on their Wish/individual talent, booby-traps/ammunition .... Flan can't do much with them on her own, but Patchouli or Remilia could do various things, given time to work. Even Marisa could, eventually, if you kept her from finding out what she was working with (which would be difficult). Alice could probably jury-rig a body if she knew what they were, although she likely wouldn't want to. Regardless, it's pretty much outside the scope of the quest at this point.
Also, even though it's a bit early - votes are locked.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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Same Effect, Different Process
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Would it be like Illyasviel with Archer?
You sit back up and wrap your arms around Ilya, then float up and start flying toward the door. "Eh? Flan?" You nod at her confused look.
"It's starting to rain. That's not good for me." She pouts and looks up at the sky for a moment before nodding in agreement. "So what you were saying earlier, about merging you and Berserker - would that be like how Illyasviel and Archer are merged?" Ilya shakes her head and smiles. You look around, but the library maid is gone; probably back to the library so she doesn't get her toy taken away.
"No, not like that - fortunately. Can you imagine me looking like Berserker?" You cock your head, trying to fit the two images together, but she swats your nose before you get anywhere. You stick your tongue out at her as a clone opens the door, and the other two scout ahead for Sakuya. Your clothes aren't in the best shape, after all, and she'd probably make you take a bath. "I mean … there are similarities in the effects, but Illyasviel's situation is substantially different. She had her soul, but no body, so Patchouli basically created …." She trails off and her eyes narrow. The coast is clear, for now, so you make your way to a sitting room and let Ilya pace for a bit as a clone retrieves fresh clothes. Eventually, she shakes her head and smiles embarrassedly at you. "Sorry. Basically, Patchouli managed to get a container that had Archer's abilities but not the personality, and placed her soul in there. Normally, that would pretty much be the complete opposite of what we would be trying to do for me, since she would pretty much be a Servant, complete with being only a - a partial existence." You cock your head to the side.
"So if we weren't in Gensokyo, Illyasviel would be fading away like a Servant without a Master?" Ilya nods and you resume getting dressed.
"Unless she received a supply of magic and an anchor to the world, yes. Here, it doesn't seem to be a problem … but, anyway. The end result of some of the things Patchouli suggested would be the same as with Illyasviel, but the way of going about them would be very different. Illyasviel's body is composed from a Servant, while I would keep my own and simply reinforce it with a Servant's body. Additionally, because my body belongs in the world, I would be able to draw energy from it to sustain my Servant portion, which she is completely unable to do." She still looks unhappy about something, though, so after putting your clothes away and recalling your clones you flop onto the couch.
"What were you thinking about, earlier?" She sighs and flops on top of you, smelling your hair before responding.
"Why didn't she just make a normal body for her? Why use the Archer card at all? I don't think she gains anything out of it, not that she couldn't already have …." You think back, trying to recall any scraps of information that might be relevant, but nothing comes to mind.
"When Illyasviel was still in Illya's body, Patchouli did say something about there being some kind of connection between her and the Archer card," you say, remembering that last night in that world, when Illyasviel stole Illya's body to ask Patchouli for sanctuary. "Maybe it was just easier at the time to use whatever that was and make a Servant body instead of creating or stealing a human one?" Ilya sighs against your neck and you reach back to pat her head.
"… Maybe." She sounds sleepy, too - well, she has been up for a long time, and you did make her keep practicing magic for a while, too. You squirm beneath her, twisting so you're facing her, and wrap your arms and wings around her. She blinks in surprise, then smiles and leans against you. Hmm … Leysritt isn't here, too. Good …? You hum quietly and start rocking gently, and Ilya relaxes even more.
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?
You sit back up and wrap your arms around Ilya, then float up and start flying toward the door. "Eh? Flan?" You nod at her confused look.
"It's starting to rain. That's not good for me." She pouts and looks up at the sky for a moment before nodding in agreement. "So what you were saying earlier, about merging you and Berserker - would that be like how Illyasviel and Archer are merged?" Ilya shakes her head and smiles. You look around, but the library maid is gone; probably back to the library so she doesn't get her toy taken away.
"No, not like that - fortunately. Can you imagine me looking like Berserker?" You cock your head, trying to fit the two images together, but she swats your nose before you get anywhere. You stick your tongue out at her as a clone opens the door, and the other two scout ahead for Sakuya. Your clothes aren't in the best shape, after all, and she'd probably make you take a bath. "I mean … there are similarities in the effects, but Illyasviel's situation is substantially different. She had her soul, but no body, so Patchouli basically created …." She trails off and her eyes narrow. The coast is clear, for now, so you make your way to a sitting room and let Ilya pace for a bit as a clone retrieves fresh clothes. Eventually, she shakes her head and smiles embarrassedly at you. "Sorry. Basically, Patchouli managed to get a container that had Archer's abilities but not the personality, and placed her soul in there. Normally, that would pretty much be the complete opposite of what we would be trying to do for me, since she would pretty much be a Servant, complete with being only a - a partial existence." You cock your head to the side.
"So if we weren't in Gensokyo, Illyasviel would be fading away like a Servant without a Master?" Ilya nods and you resume getting dressed.
"Unless she received a supply of magic and an anchor to the world, yes. Here, it doesn't seem to be a problem … but, anyway. The end result of some of the things Patchouli suggested would be the same as with Illyasviel, but the way of going about them would be very different. Illyasviel's body is composed from a Servant, while I would keep my own and simply reinforce it with a Servant's body. Additionally, because my body belongs in the world, I would be able to draw energy from it to sustain my Servant portion, which she is completely unable to do." She still looks unhappy about something, though, so after putting your clothes away and recalling your clones you flop onto the couch.
"What were you thinking about, earlier?" She sighs and flops on top of you, smelling your hair before responding.
"Why didn't she just make a normal body for her? Why use the Archer card at all? I don't think she gains anything out of it, not that she couldn't already have …." You think back, trying to recall any scraps of information that might be relevant, but nothing comes to mind.
"When Illyasviel was still in Illya's body, Patchouli did say something about there being some kind of connection between her and the Archer card," you say, remembering that last night in that world, when Illyasviel stole Illya's body to ask Patchouli for sanctuary. "Maybe it was just easier at the time to use whatever that was and make a Servant body instead of creating or stealing a human one?" Ilya sighs against your neck and you reach back to pat her head.
"… Maybe." She sounds sleepy, too - well, she has been up for a long time, and you did make her keep practicing magic for a while, too. You squirm beneath her, twisting so you're facing her, and wrap your arms and wings around her. She blinks in surprise, then smiles and leans against you. Hmm … Leysritt isn't here, too. Good …? You hum quietly and start rocking gently, and Ilya relaxes even more.
What do you do?
[ ] Skip to the theater.
[ ] Other?