Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[x] Shrug, whatever
-[x] Seek to convert Sein to the church of Scarlet
-[x] Seek to convert Sein to the church of Scarlet
[X] Make Sein explain what she thinks is going on.
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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Sein's Revelation
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Make Sein explain what she thinks is going on.
You follow her back to her table and slide onto the bench across from her. She sighs resignedly and you nod. "You're here, and you seem to know something - at least, you think you know something. What do you think is going on?" She puts her spoon back the bowl and looks at you.
"Before I say anything, I want it to be clear that this is my impression of what's happening, based on what I know about Enforcer Testarossa and what's been going on." You start to nod, then cock your head to the side.
"… Everyone's been calling her 'Harlaown', though." Sein sighs.
"Yes. Fate …. Alright, so, about thirty-five years ago, the daughter of a woman named Presea Testarossa died in an accident. That girl was named Alicia, and Presea … obsessed about reviving her. About fourteen years ago, she finally activated a clone of Alicia - but it wasn't Alicia. She named that clone 'Fate' after the cloning project that she used to create the clone. And that cloning project was developed by Doctor Scaglietti." She runs her finger in circles on the table.
"… So is it this 'Presea' that sent out Tool or Doctor Scaglietti?" Sein shakes her head.
"Well, I don't think it was either of them. Neither gains anything by attacking the Church this way, and the Doctor is still in prison and Presea is supposed to be dead - fell into some kind of dimensional void. Of course, that does raise the question of where Tool came from, because only the research belonging to one of them would have been able to clone Alicia - or Fate - so well. And with all the spill-over from the trials …." You cock your head again as she stares down at the table; when she looks up after a few moments she frowns quizzically.
"What 'spill-over'? Is it anything I should know about?" She winces and puts a hand over her eyes. After a few seconds she takes a breath and sits up straight.
"Alright, so you at least heard about General Gaiz and his trial, right?" You nod slowly.
"It's the reason for the Bureau breaking up and all the fun times happening now." Sein screws her eyes shut before nodding reluctantly.
"… More or less. Anyway, some of the … more questionable decisions the Bureau made were made public. Including their recruitment of both Fate Testarossa and Hayate Yagami while covering up the precise details of their pasts. Oh, someone with the information and desire could have looked them up and put the pieces together, but the general … I don't think he attacked them - at least, from what I heard, he didn't attack them - but he definitely attacked the process that led to their joining the Bureau, and that included the fact that both were nearly involved in planetary-scale dimensional disasters." She pauses to consider her next statement.
"So the captain doesn't trust Fate and locked her up?" Sein's eyes widen and she shakes her head, paling.
"No, no! I … I don't think so!" You have to wonder how much of her denial is genuine and how much is a desire to stay free. "I mean, I said it earlier - Presea Testarossa is missing, presumed dead, right? So where did this 'Tool' person come from? Naturally, Fate is going to want to go find out, and the only way to keep her from going off on her own is to order her to stay confined and make sure her Device is locked out. She's a very good mage, after all, and she can do cross-dimensional teleportation. So if she found out where to go from Tool, she'd be able to go there." You blink twice and stare at Sein as she starts to calm down.
"So it's a matter of them not trusting Fate. The captain is afraid that she'll go back to helping her mother." Sein's jaw drops before you tap your chest. "I'm Fate's subordinate. One mage that doesn't know about me is not a threat. So the only reason the captain's actions make sense is if she's afraid that Fate will go to her mother to help her. Fate isn't stupid; she'd make sure to deal with me somehow, and she might be able to restrain me long enough for two powerful mages to deal with me in a more permanent fashion. Depending on how she worked it out, of course." Sein goes even whiter, somehow, and works her mouth uselessly. You tap your fingers together. Fate certainly seems happy with Admiral Harlaown, but if she has a chance to go back to her real mother, why wouldn't she take it? Especially if Presea was only missing and not verified to be dead? And the whole situation definitely isn't Fate's choice - even if she decided to put herself into isolation instead of staying with her sister, she would have told you instead of relying on the captain.
… So maybe you should break her out and then go see how Presea is doing.
What do you do?
[ ] Go talk to Fate.
- [ ] Tell the captain first.
[ ] Try to force the captain to go to Tool's home.
[ ] Hijack the ship and try to make Sein take you to Tool's home.
[ ] … Of course, you could be wrong about Fate; if she's the kind of person who would willingly leave her family without trying to help them, maybe you need to talk to someone about getting a different supervisor ….
You follow her back to her table and slide onto the bench across from her. She sighs resignedly and you nod. "You're here, and you seem to know something - at least, you think you know something. What do you think is going on?" She puts her spoon back the bowl and looks at you.
"Before I say anything, I want it to be clear that this is my impression of what's happening, based on what I know about Enforcer Testarossa and what's been going on." You start to nod, then cock your head to the side.
"… Everyone's been calling her 'Harlaown', though." Sein sighs.
"Yes. Fate …. Alright, so, about thirty-five years ago, the daughter of a woman named Presea Testarossa died in an accident. That girl was named Alicia, and Presea … obsessed about reviving her. About fourteen years ago, she finally activated a clone of Alicia - but it wasn't Alicia. She named that clone 'Fate' after the cloning project that she used to create the clone. And that cloning project was developed by Doctor Scaglietti." She runs her finger in circles on the table.
"… So is it this 'Presea' that sent out Tool or Doctor Scaglietti?" Sein shakes her head.
"Well, I don't think it was either of them. Neither gains anything by attacking the Church this way, and the Doctor is still in prison and Presea is supposed to be dead - fell into some kind of dimensional void. Of course, that does raise the question of where Tool came from, because only the research belonging to one of them would have been able to clone Alicia - or Fate - so well. And with all the spill-over from the trials …." You cock your head again as she stares down at the table; when she looks up after a few moments she frowns quizzically.
"What 'spill-over'? Is it anything I should know about?" She winces and puts a hand over her eyes. After a few seconds she takes a breath and sits up straight.
"Alright, so you at least heard about General Gaiz and his trial, right?" You nod slowly.
"It's the reason for the Bureau breaking up and all the fun times happening now." Sein screws her eyes shut before nodding reluctantly.
"… More or less. Anyway, some of the … more questionable decisions the Bureau made were made public. Including their recruitment of both Fate Testarossa and Hayate Yagami while covering up the precise details of their pasts. Oh, someone with the information and desire could have looked them up and put the pieces together, but the general … I don't think he attacked them - at least, from what I heard, he didn't attack them - but he definitely attacked the process that led to their joining the Bureau, and that included the fact that both were nearly involved in planetary-scale dimensional disasters." She pauses to consider her next statement.
"So the captain doesn't trust Fate and locked her up?" Sein's eyes widen and she shakes her head, paling.
"No, no! I … I don't think so!" You have to wonder how much of her denial is genuine and how much is a desire to stay free. "I mean, I said it earlier - Presea Testarossa is missing, presumed dead, right? So where did this 'Tool' person come from? Naturally, Fate is going to want to go find out, and the only way to keep her from going off on her own is to order her to stay confined and make sure her Device is locked out. She's a very good mage, after all, and she can do cross-dimensional teleportation. So if she found out where to go from Tool, she'd be able to go there." You blink twice and stare at Sein as she starts to calm down.
"So it's a matter of them not trusting Fate. The captain is afraid that she'll go back to helping her mother." Sein's jaw drops before you tap your chest. "I'm Fate's subordinate. One mage that doesn't know about me is not a threat. So the only reason the captain's actions make sense is if she's afraid that Fate will go to her mother to help her. Fate isn't stupid; she'd make sure to deal with me somehow, and she might be able to restrain me long enough for two powerful mages to deal with me in a more permanent fashion. Depending on how she worked it out, of course." Sein goes even whiter, somehow, and works her mouth uselessly. You tap your fingers together. Fate certainly seems happy with Admiral Harlaown, but if she has a chance to go back to her real mother, why wouldn't she take it? Especially if Presea was only missing and not verified to be dead? And the whole situation definitely isn't Fate's choice - even if she decided to put herself into isolation instead of staying with her sister, she would have told you instead of relying on the captain.
… So maybe you should break her out and then go see how Presea is doing.
What do you do?
[ ] Go talk to Fate.
- [ ] Tell the captain first.
[ ] Try to force the captain to go to Tool's home.
[ ] Hijack the ship and try to make Sein take you to Tool's home.
[ ] … Of course, you could be wrong about Fate; if she's the kind of person who would willingly leave her family without trying to help them, maybe you need to talk to someone about getting a different supervisor ….
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Sein, you idiot, you forgot to mention stuff like Presea being a terrible, abusive mother, so of course the Vampire who prioritizes family loyalty assumed Fate would go back to her.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
To be fair to Sein, she doesn't necessarily know just how bad Presea was ... and given that Flan didn't so much as noticeably hiccup at the whole "I'm gonna name this clone after the project instead of giving her a real name," she probably wouldn't think that Flan would care very much. Not to mention that, you know, running through the animal hindbrain that Sein still has is "ohmygod, don't say anything to make her really upset because then she'll probably eat me."
Keeping in mind that a lot of the Pressea case was left out of public eye for Fate's own dignity.
Only Nanoha really knows how bad it was, beyond the Harlowns
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- Voidbetweenstars
[x] Go talk to Fate.
I don't see any problems if we just talk?
I don't see any problems if we just talk?
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
I would guess Jail knew. He would have been interested in how the cloning project turned out, since he was involved in it, and he had access to high level Bureau contacts. I suppose he might not have shared all the details with his minions, though.
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[x] Go talk to Fate.
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Ilyasviel's Lesson
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Illyasviel sighed and dropped the book onto her chest. "Why am I doing this?" The red-headed librarian-devil looked up from her desk for a moment and shrugged.
"You want to learn magic, don't you?" Illyasviel shot her a dirty look.
"Yes. So why am I reading encyclopedias instead of … I don't know, learning magic? That's what she's doing, isn't it?" The familiar nodded and tapped her lips thoughtfully.
"Ah, so the problem is that you don't understand what you're doing. Well … I suppose that's because you're not a magician, and Illyasviel is much closer to a magician than you are." Illyasviel scowled, and the devil sighed. "It's true. Her body, part-homunculus as it is, and further modified by the Einzberns to be a perfect Master, is exceptional at handling magic. No human in our world is as capable at it as she is, and precious few non-magician youkai. Magicians, long-lived or not, are - but that's because they as a species are very well suited to handling magic. Your body, on the other hand, isn't particularly well-suited to handling any kind of magic apart from that inherited from the Archer it's based on. So if you want to learn magic, we need to start you from the basics, which means you have to learn the same things a human magician would." Illyasviel's scowl tightened as she looked back at the book, ignoring the approaching devil.
"Yeah, but it's so boring. And half these books contradict each other!" She looked up just in time to see the librarian hop sideways onto her.
"Of course they do, sweetie! Welcome to the wonders of humanity, contradicting each other for the past half-million years or so, give or take. I don't know, history's not my forte. We've probably got some books around here …." She giggled and poked the girl's stomach, then warded off the book-turned-cudgel. "Now, now - don't be like that!" She somehow slipped around and underneath Illyasviel, catching her wrists with one hand and gently poking the girl's cheek with the other.
"Al-right, I'll stop." Illyasviel scowled darkly at the prodding finger, but the last time she'd tried biting the devil when she did that was reason enough to let it go. "So why am I learning a bunch of contradictory information that may not even do anything?" The hand released her wrists, but then the devil's arms wrapped around her, holding her in place as the librarian smelled her hair. She suffered through it silently.
"… Because you're human," the librarian replied, sighing. "Miss Patchouli is magician's magician, a magician among magicians. Young as she is, she's still talented enough to get use from any magic system she turns her will toward. I'm not even remotely as good a magician as she is; even Lady Remilia isn't her equal in breadth of talent, although having a few extra centuries of experience and a superior body do make her superior in her chosen field. But Miss Patchouli wouldn't have approved these books for you if you couldn't get any magical use out of them. More to the point, however - you're a human, not a youkai." She released the girl and gently pushed her up into a sitting position. "You have imagination, something most youkai can't appreciate, and even if something doesn't work for you in its base form, maybe it'll spark a thought or connection somewhere else, and you'll do something new." Illyasviel stared at her for a moment, then slid off the couch and picked up the book.
"Well, can you teach me something instead of making me just … read it all? I'm gonna go nuts." She set the book on the table and glowered at the smirking devil. "Something besides how you're going to win every sparring match we have for at least the next ten years, please!" The devil chuckled as she rose to her feet.
"Oh, very well. Let's take a walk, shall we?" The two meandered through the shelves of the library, occasionally flying higher through the librarian's magic, but usually walking quietly. "In the beginning, there were animals. And for a long time, animals is all they were. They fed on plants, on each other, and they mated and they died. Sure, they have fear and curiosity and such, but that simply leads to images of better, stronger animals. And then, several times, intelligence occurred. Sometimes it was snuffed out by the uncaring world, but other times it grew, blossomed, and flourished. Humanity had arrived, and with it - intelligence. Fear. Hope. Desire. Imagination." As they walked and as she talked, the librarian spun an illusion of the world, sketches history to illustrate her points, and Illyasviel stared at them - studying not only the story they told, but how the devil told it, how she drew the illusion on the world. "And when mankind asserted itself, it began to question, to study. 'Why does lightning strike? Why do these things keep happening to me, and not the old man who lives apart from everyone else? How does the old woman know how to cure this strange illness?' And with the power of belief in such a raw world, awash with fear and conflicting thoughts - youkai began to arrive. Lightning strikes because of lightning spirits, or because there is a god in the sky who casts them. The old man and the old woman become wizard and witch - or even youkai of fortune or knowledge themselves. And as belief becomes purer and more concentrated, as humans grow in number and fear the youkai more and more - youkai become more common, more powerful, more terrible and more meaningful. To be a youkai in the old days meant something. Magic was possible. There were endless ways to make magic! Song, dance, poetry, the written word, blood, sex, life and death! The power of magic - one who mastered it was master of the lands around him, because it was so rare, even among youkai, and because the human magician and the friendly magician were humanity's best defense against other youkai. To sing a song to soothe a swine was no sin, but safety. To ring a castle, you might invoke stone or bush, stave or water, sound or light, in any combination or variety. Imagine -!" She halted and cast her arm in a grand gesture.
Ahead of them, empty space became the stage of a theater, with a single form standing there. From a shapeless mass, the form became something humanoid, then something distinctly human. "Imagine, if you will, a time over a thousand years ago. Imagine a youkai - a guardian of boundaries, an entity that ensures the distinction between places, who watches over the beach and the riverbank, the mud between the road and the field, the wall and door between what is outside and what is inside. And people believe. They are grateful to you. They respect and fear you, and they pay homage to you. You are safety, that which protects them from outside when appeased, and lets in the dark when angered - or casts them out." The figure blossomed into that of a woman, wearing a stately gown and long hair. And all around it, shadows of humanity wandered and blurred. And then … the figure blurred, twitching like a static-filled screen. "And then … people stop believing. They stop fearing. They stop remembering. All the power you once had - it's fading and failing. You are disappearing." The devil waved her hand sharply - and the stage fell away, the figure vanished. She looked at Illyasviel.
"… So what happened to the youkai?" The devil shrugged.
"A lot died. Regardless of what you may have read, guns are dangerous to youkai. Even swords and other melee weapons can kill them, that's just a lot harder and more dangerous for the weapon-user. And when people start - not just 'not believing' but actively disbelieving in youkai, they start dying. Belief in existence, belief in nonexistence. They are the cornerstone of every supernatural event." Illyasviel scowled.
"So, what, just … believe hard enough, and I'll be good at magic?" The devil chuckled.
"No, it's not that simple, I'm afraid. Youkai don't exactly generate much … 'power of belief', I suppose - as humans, but between Miss Patchouli and Lady Remilia, you are going to have to really work at it. And it's not like belief has unlimited power, anyway - a whole lot of humans may believe in a single universe-creating deity, but if they're right about that, it's because that entity existed before them and us, not because they believed it into. One planet of people doesn't get to tell the rest of the universe how things work, even if the rest of the universe is empty." And one human doesn't get to tell the rest of Gensokyo how things work, even if the rest of Gensokyo doesn't care. Illyasviel nodded and sighed.
"Well … thank you for teaching me something," she said. "I guess I'll go back to my books now." But the devil held her by the shoulder and shook her head, smiling gently.
"Why don't you take a walk outside? It's nice out, after all." Illyasviel looked at her, then looked down at the outfit she'd been forced to wear - a long blue coat, albeit finely tailored and of excellent material; a black skirt reaching almost to her ankles; and a long-sleeved dark red button-down shirt - and then glared at the giggling devilish librarian. "I'm sure Lady Remilia will be pleased to see you wearing something so modest!" Illyasviel scowled at the now-laughing devil and took off her coat, throwing it over the librarian before walking off. She'd show them that she could be graceful and modest and respectable. She grumbled all the way to the staircase leading upstairs, and the devil chuckled until she returned to her own work.
"You want to learn magic, don't you?" Illyasviel shot her a dirty look.
"Yes. So why am I reading encyclopedias instead of … I don't know, learning magic? That's what she's doing, isn't it?" The familiar nodded and tapped her lips thoughtfully.
"Ah, so the problem is that you don't understand what you're doing. Well … I suppose that's because you're not a magician, and Illyasviel is much closer to a magician than you are." Illyasviel scowled, and the devil sighed. "It's true. Her body, part-homunculus as it is, and further modified by the Einzberns to be a perfect Master, is exceptional at handling magic. No human in our world is as capable at it as she is, and precious few non-magician youkai. Magicians, long-lived or not, are - but that's because they as a species are very well suited to handling magic. Your body, on the other hand, isn't particularly well-suited to handling any kind of magic apart from that inherited from the Archer it's based on. So if you want to learn magic, we need to start you from the basics, which means you have to learn the same things a human magician would." Illyasviel's scowl tightened as she looked back at the book, ignoring the approaching devil.
"Yeah, but it's so boring. And half these books contradict each other!" She looked up just in time to see the librarian hop sideways onto her.
"Of course they do, sweetie! Welcome to the wonders of humanity, contradicting each other for the past half-million years or so, give or take. I don't know, history's not my forte. We've probably got some books around here …." She giggled and poked the girl's stomach, then warded off the book-turned-cudgel. "Now, now - don't be like that!" She somehow slipped around and underneath Illyasviel, catching her wrists with one hand and gently poking the girl's cheek with the other.
"Al-right, I'll stop." Illyasviel scowled darkly at the prodding finger, but the last time she'd tried biting the devil when she did that was reason enough to let it go. "So why am I learning a bunch of contradictory information that may not even do anything?" The hand released her wrists, but then the devil's arms wrapped around her, holding her in place as the librarian smelled her hair. She suffered through it silently.
"… Because you're human," the librarian replied, sighing. "Miss Patchouli is magician's magician, a magician among magicians. Young as she is, she's still talented enough to get use from any magic system she turns her will toward. I'm not even remotely as good a magician as she is; even Lady Remilia isn't her equal in breadth of talent, although having a few extra centuries of experience and a superior body do make her superior in her chosen field. But Miss Patchouli wouldn't have approved these books for you if you couldn't get any magical use out of them. More to the point, however - you're a human, not a youkai." She released the girl and gently pushed her up into a sitting position. "You have imagination, something most youkai can't appreciate, and even if something doesn't work for you in its base form, maybe it'll spark a thought or connection somewhere else, and you'll do something new." Illyasviel stared at her for a moment, then slid off the couch and picked up the book.
"Well, can you teach me something instead of making me just … read it all? I'm gonna go nuts." She set the book on the table and glowered at the smirking devil. "Something besides how you're going to win every sparring match we have for at least the next ten years, please!" The devil chuckled as she rose to her feet.
"Oh, very well. Let's take a walk, shall we?" The two meandered through the shelves of the library, occasionally flying higher through the librarian's magic, but usually walking quietly. "In the beginning, there were animals. And for a long time, animals is all they were. They fed on plants, on each other, and they mated and they died. Sure, they have fear and curiosity and such, but that simply leads to images of better, stronger animals. And then, several times, intelligence occurred. Sometimes it was snuffed out by the uncaring world, but other times it grew, blossomed, and flourished. Humanity had arrived, and with it - intelligence. Fear. Hope. Desire. Imagination." As they walked and as she talked, the librarian spun an illusion of the world, sketches history to illustrate her points, and Illyasviel stared at them - studying not only the story they told, but how the devil told it, how she drew the illusion on the world. "And when mankind asserted itself, it began to question, to study. 'Why does lightning strike? Why do these things keep happening to me, and not the old man who lives apart from everyone else? How does the old woman know how to cure this strange illness?' And with the power of belief in such a raw world, awash with fear and conflicting thoughts - youkai began to arrive. Lightning strikes because of lightning spirits, or because there is a god in the sky who casts them. The old man and the old woman become wizard and witch - or even youkai of fortune or knowledge themselves. And as belief becomes purer and more concentrated, as humans grow in number and fear the youkai more and more - youkai become more common, more powerful, more terrible and more meaningful. To be a youkai in the old days meant something. Magic was possible. There were endless ways to make magic! Song, dance, poetry, the written word, blood, sex, life and death! The power of magic - one who mastered it was master of the lands around him, because it was so rare, even among youkai, and because the human magician and the friendly magician were humanity's best defense against other youkai. To sing a song to soothe a swine was no sin, but safety. To ring a castle, you might invoke stone or bush, stave or water, sound or light, in any combination or variety. Imagine -!" She halted and cast her arm in a grand gesture.
Ahead of them, empty space became the stage of a theater, with a single form standing there. From a shapeless mass, the form became something humanoid, then something distinctly human. "Imagine, if you will, a time over a thousand years ago. Imagine a youkai - a guardian of boundaries, an entity that ensures the distinction between places, who watches over the beach and the riverbank, the mud between the road and the field, the wall and door between what is outside and what is inside. And people believe. They are grateful to you. They respect and fear you, and they pay homage to you. You are safety, that which protects them from outside when appeased, and lets in the dark when angered - or casts them out." The figure blossomed into that of a woman, wearing a stately gown and long hair. And all around it, shadows of humanity wandered and blurred. And then … the figure blurred, twitching like a static-filled screen. "And then … people stop believing. They stop fearing. They stop remembering. All the power you once had - it's fading and failing. You are disappearing." The devil waved her hand sharply - and the stage fell away, the figure vanished. She looked at Illyasviel.
"… So what happened to the youkai?" The devil shrugged.
"A lot died. Regardless of what you may have read, guns are dangerous to youkai. Even swords and other melee weapons can kill them, that's just a lot harder and more dangerous for the weapon-user. And when people start - not just 'not believing' but actively disbelieving in youkai, they start dying. Belief in existence, belief in nonexistence. They are the cornerstone of every supernatural event." Illyasviel scowled.
"So, what, just … believe hard enough, and I'll be good at magic?" The devil chuckled.
"No, it's not that simple, I'm afraid. Youkai don't exactly generate much … 'power of belief', I suppose - as humans, but between Miss Patchouli and Lady Remilia, you are going to have to really work at it. And it's not like belief has unlimited power, anyway - a whole lot of humans may believe in a single universe-creating deity, but if they're right about that, it's because that entity existed before them and us, not because they believed it into. One planet of people doesn't get to tell the rest of the universe how things work, even if the rest of the universe is empty." And one human doesn't get to tell the rest of Gensokyo how things work, even if the rest of Gensokyo doesn't care. Illyasviel nodded and sighed.
"Well … thank you for teaching me something," she said. "I guess I'll go back to my books now." But the devil held her by the shoulder and shook her head, smiling gently.
"Why don't you take a walk outside? It's nice out, after all." Illyasviel looked at her, then looked down at the outfit she'd been forced to wear - a long blue coat, albeit finely tailored and of excellent material; a black skirt reaching almost to her ankles; and a long-sleeved dark red button-down shirt - and then glared at the giggling devilish librarian. "I'm sure Lady Remilia will be pleased to see you wearing something so modest!" Illyasviel scowled at the now-laughing devil and took off her coat, throwing it over the librarian before walking off. She'd show them that she could be graceful and modest and respectable. She grumbled all the way to the staircase leading upstairs, and the devil chuckled until she returned to her own work.
This (or something like it, anyway) has been on my mind for ... *checks original document* almost five months. Finally got around to setting this down, and maybe I'll rewrite the other so it works with the story better.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Calling Kuro Illyasviel can get confusing, I fear. They need to come up with names like Ilya A and Ilya 1.
- Location
- A Place Miserably Bereft of Cats
We should just name her Doublelya.
[x] Go talk to Fate.
Ko(akuma) is in charge of kuro
lets just call her koillya or illyako
lets just call her koillya or illyako
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Well, Flan (who is the only really important one for this Quest) calls them Ilya and Illyasviel. Koakuma, as soon as she thinks she can get away with it, is going to start calling Illyasviel 'Ai' (for Archer Ilya, of course). Sakuya is just going to appear right behind whichever one she's being sent for. Remilia and Patchouli generally don't care, unless they get close enough to one or the other to start using a nickname.
... Not sure what Meiling is going to do.
See, it's things like this that lead to you being in places that are miserably bereft of cats.
[x] Go talk to Fate.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Get a second opinion, see if you can raise Nanoha or Hayate on communications. They should have a better idea of events.
Considering Flan's imprisonment and the act preceding it? She definitely knows family can be a delicate topic. She might be too impulsive to care, though, so directly asking Fate would be IC as well.
Considering Flan's imprisonment and the act preceding it? She definitely knows family can be a delicate topic. She might be too impulsive to care, though, so directly asking Fate would be IC as well.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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