[X] Stay with Satsuki until she hits Remilia or runs out of time.
-[X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
-[X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
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[X] Stay with Satsuki until she hits Remilia or runs out of time.
-[X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
-[X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[X] Stay with Satsuki until she hits Remilia or runs out of time.
- [X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
You wander over to Satsuki as Yuyuko petitions Remilia about bringing her friend here. Youmu, you see, still looks a bit shocked about something. "Hi, Satsuki. How are you doing?" Your servant blushes and scrambles to her feet before bowing deeply.
"Um, good mor- um, evening, Flandre-sama. I, um, I'm …." You giggle and poke her stomach playfully.
"It doesn't seem like you're winning." She droops and you give her a hug. "Just try your best and go in fast and hard. Don't worry about getting hit, just worry about hitting."
"But - but what if I hurt Remilia-sama?" You shake your head and let her go, then pull her down gently so she's kneeling in front of you.
"Don't worry about that, Satsuki," you say as you start stroking her hair. "The only way you could really hurt her is if you used that; if you're just using your fists and feet, you can't really do anything to her." Impishly, you lean forward and kiss her cheek, and she blushes again, even more brightly.
"F-Flandre-sama! Um … thank you, Flandre-sama, I …." You hug her, wings crossing her back as well as your arms, and then she returns your gesture of affection. You hold her for a moment, then loosen your grip, and she lets go as well.
"Now, what are the rules for your bout right now?" She's quiet for a moment before nodding.
"I have to hit Remilia-sama three times within a fifteen-minute period. I … I've hit her once, so far - I didn't really mean to hit her, it just -!" You place a finger on her lips and hold it there until she calms down. "... Er, I mean, I was trying to hit her, but … a-anyway, I think I have … um, maybe a little under five minutes, now?" You shake your head.
"The timer would be stopped because Remilia's talking with Yuyuko right now. And don't be worried when you start again. Just go in and hit her a couple times. Don't think about anything except hitting your target." She nods again and you look over at your sister. She shakes Yuyuko's hand - some kind of agreement reached, it seems - and winks at you as she turns to face you and Satsuki. You pat your servant's shoulder. "Go on, Satsuki!" She leaps toward your sister, apron ties whipping behind her, and of course Remilia seemingly effortlessly slips to the side, smiling confidently. Youmu grips her sheathed longsword tightly, frowning not at Remilia, but at Satsuki. Yuyuko watches her servant with an expression mixing concern and something like pity. You shrug and return your focus to your servant. Once clear of bystanders, Remilia turns to defending herself, arms flashing out to slap aside Satsuki's attacks and only occasionally stepping back or dodging. Then, yelling angrily, Satsuki simply thrusts one arm forward - and though you don't see how she could have managed it from that angle, her hand clamps down on Remilia's arm, just below the elbow. Your servant brings her other arm back for a punch -
- and freezes, expression changing from victory to horror, as Remilia simply tears off her own arm at the elbow and hops back. "I think we can count that as a hit for you, Satsuki," she says, then studies the dripping limb. "And I think I will just keep this the way it is - a sort of handicap, since your attack was so well-performed." She looks back at the still-stunned maid and frowns. A moment later, just before you start to clear your throat to catch Satsuki's attention, she shakes herself and looks at your sister.
"Ah … R-Remilia-sama … I - I wo- will not be able to s-strike you a-again. I-I'm - I am sorry." She holds the delicate arm out to your sister and starts to advance, then flinches when the arm disintegrates into a small swarm of bats that fly toward Remilia.
"Very well," Remilia says simply, arm reformed before the bats arrive. "Your skills are improving, and if you can give my sister … two lessons that you learned tonight, I will not subject you to flight practice." Satsuki curtsies deeply, barely keeping her trembling under control, and Remilia glances at Yuyuko and Youmu before shaking her head - you won't need to see them out. You nod your thanks and start heading away, waiting only for Satsuki to catch up before beginning a purposeful march toward the basement.
"... You will need to learn how to fly, Satsuki. I know you don't like it, but even if you can't fly under your own power, knowing how to do it is very important." She nods, glum rather than sullen.
"I - I'm getting used to flying, actually. Shisho-san has been taking me, and Deis makes gusts and whirlwinds for Illyasviel and me. It's just … Remilia-sama's flight practice is … terrifying." You let her leave it at that, and a few minutes later, when you reach the library stairs, she speaks again. "She … Remilia-sama wanted to teach me something by tearing her arm off, didn't she?" Unfortunately, that isn't quite what Remilia asked for … but she didn't say you couldn't engage with her!
"Hmm … why did you stop fighting?" She gives you an anguished look.
"She - she tore her arm off! Doesn't that hurt? And -!" She stops walking and her mouth hangs open as realization dawns. "She was trying to teach me to not underestimate an opponent just because I won a victory, and … and to teach me that a sacrifice like that is something I should keep in mind. Another option to use in battle …." You consider her responses and tap your chin.
"Was that what my sister was trying to teach you, or is that what you learned from your match?" She looks up, confused, then blushes and looks down.
"I … I don't know if I've learned them yet, but - I'm working on them!" You chuckle and walk over to pat her arm.
"There, I think that's good enough." Satsuki shudders, twin hair-tails flailing wildly, and you wave for her to continue following you. "How did you hit her? Remilia, I mean." Satsuki thinks for a little bit, only responding once you're into the shelves.
"The first time - I was trying to hit her, and just …." She blushes nervously. "I just slammed down right in front of me. I didn't actually hit her, but I did knock something into her, and she said it counted. And when I grabbed her … I don't know. I know I was trying to grab her, and I - I don't think I expected to grab her, but I … I did …." She trails off and you pat her shoulder helpfully.
"I think you're more capable than you think you are - something is holding you back, whether it's your nature or just inexperience." You smile at her nervous expression. "You don't like to hurt people, right? That's what I mean about your nature. You restrain yourself, seemingly using your full power only accidentally. Or it could just be that you haven't learned to control it yet." She nods and walks along with a thoughtful expression.
"Remilia-sama was going easy on me, wasn't she?" You nod.
"Of course! When she gets serious, if we're both unarmed, I have trouble landing good hits, and I have these!" You tap her with a wingtip and she smiles. "And she didn't use magic, either, which is basically unfair against everyone!" Her smile turns to quiet laughter. "... I have something I need to do in private now, Satsuki, and then I'm going to go see Ilya and Lulu. So you're free for the rest of the night, and in case I don't see you -" you pull her against you, hugging her and tousling her hair, "- congratulations, Satsuki. You did very well." She sniffles as she returns the hug, and you hold her until she decides to let go. Her soft brown eyes are wet with tears, and she wipes her face with a handkerchief you didn't see her grab.
"Thank you, Flandre-sama. Have a good night." You exchange curtsies, and then you hurry off to your room. You have several pictures to paint, and not much time to paint them in!
Satsuki's picture, fortunately, is almost done, and you only need to finish up the details. You study it once it's completed, and you nod as a clone takes it and sets it to the side for framing. The other two clones are hard at work preparing the various paints you'll need for the last three paintings. Patchouli's picture is a dark scene and Ilya's a light one, and with such a variety of colors in each one you're going to need them keeping track of the amounts. But you know the balcony well enough that it practically flies onto the canvas, and the hardest parts are getting the snow to look right and making sure to not include a grimoire … and it still looks like she should have one! But that's two paintings down and two to go, so you move on quickly. It helps that Ilya's is fun to paint - the partially-materialized Vita is tricky, and Berserker, and Lulu clinging helplessly while Ilya has the time of her life … the hardest part of that picture is the getting the carriage just right.
And then you move on to your sister's painting. The two of you, of course, wearing your kimonos, and due to the angle you're using you include … most of the others. You outline them, put them in the painting, but they aren't obvious, and the viewer can't determine who's who without already knowing who everyone is … except you and Remilia. You two, and the falling cherry blossoms, and the trees themselves - you are clearly defined. The precise angles of Remilia's wing as it drapes over your legs, and your own wings tangling up behind her back, the colors of your hair …. A masterpiece, the work of a master, and you kiss the painting as you step back to study it. Is it worthy of being presented to your sister? Will she like it? You chew your lips nervously, wanting to change first this and then that, and pronounce the painting complete. You burn the brushes and remaining paints used for it and your clones finish cleaning up the rest of the room.
The other paintings are completed, dry and framed and ready to be presented - the framing isn't a permanent addition, of course. At least some people will probably want glass over the paintings, but the only way you could get glass for the paintings quickly enough would be to ask Patchouli, Sakuya, or Remilia, and while Sakuya might be able to do it on her own, asking either of the other two risks them finding out about their paintings. You shake yourself and put the paintings out of your mind for now … you have friends to see. Ilya's room beckons, and you hurry up to it. Ilya and Lulu look like they were trying to stay awake, but they didn't quite make it. You might be able to get them to the bed without waking them up ….
What do you do?
[ ] Wake them up and apologize for being late.
[ ] Cuddle with them at the table.
[ ] Get them to the bed and snuggle.
[ ] Other?
- [X] Then go finish the paintings before going to Ilya and Lulu.
You wander over to Satsuki as Yuyuko petitions Remilia about bringing her friend here. Youmu, you see, still looks a bit shocked about something. "Hi, Satsuki. How are you doing?" Your servant blushes and scrambles to her feet before bowing deeply.
"Um, good mor- um, evening, Flandre-sama. I, um, I'm …." You giggle and poke her stomach playfully.
"It doesn't seem like you're winning." She droops and you give her a hug. "Just try your best and go in fast and hard. Don't worry about getting hit, just worry about hitting."
"But - but what if I hurt Remilia-sama?" You shake your head and let her go, then pull her down gently so she's kneeling in front of you.
"Don't worry about that, Satsuki," you say as you start stroking her hair. "The only way you could really hurt her is if you used that; if you're just using your fists and feet, you can't really do anything to her." Impishly, you lean forward and kiss her cheek, and she blushes again, even more brightly.
"F-Flandre-sama! Um … thank you, Flandre-sama, I …." You hug her, wings crossing her back as well as your arms, and then she returns your gesture of affection. You hold her for a moment, then loosen your grip, and she lets go as well.
"Now, what are the rules for your bout right now?" She's quiet for a moment before nodding.
"I have to hit Remilia-sama three times within a fifteen-minute period. I … I've hit her once, so far - I didn't really mean to hit her, it just -!" You place a finger on her lips and hold it there until she calms down. "... Er, I mean, I was trying to hit her, but … a-anyway, I think I have … um, maybe a little under five minutes, now?" You shake your head.
"The timer would be stopped because Remilia's talking with Yuyuko right now. And don't be worried when you start again. Just go in and hit her a couple times. Don't think about anything except hitting your target." She nods again and you look over at your sister. She shakes Yuyuko's hand - some kind of agreement reached, it seems - and winks at you as she turns to face you and Satsuki. You pat your servant's shoulder. "Go on, Satsuki!" She leaps toward your sister, apron ties whipping behind her, and of course Remilia seemingly effortlessly slips to the side, smiling confidently. Youmu grips her sheathed longsword tightly, frowning not at Remilia, but at Satsuki. Yuyuko watches her servant with an expression mixing concern and something like pity. You shrug and return your focus to your servant. Once clear of bystanders, Remilia turns to defending herself, arms flashing out to slap aside Satsuki's attacks and only occasionally stepping back or dodging. Then, yelling angrily, Satsuki simply thrusts one arm forward - and though you don't see how she could have managed it from that angle, her hand clamps down on Remilia's arm, just below the elbow. Your servant brings her other arm back for a punch -
- and freezes, expression changing from victory to horror, as Remilia simply tears off her own arm at the elbow and hops back. "I think we can count that as a hit for you, Satsuki," she says, then studies the dripping limb. "And I think I will just keep this the way it is - a sort of handicap, since your attack was so well-performed." She looks back at the still-stunned maid and frowns. A moment later, just before you start to clear your throat to catch Satsuki's attention, she shakes herself and looks at your sister.
"Ah … R-Remilia-sama … I - I wo- will not be able to s-strike you a-again. I-I'm - I am sorry." She holds the delicate arm out to your sister and starts to advance, then flinches when the arm disintegrates into a small swarm of bats that fly toward Remilia.
"Very well," Remilia says simply, arm reformed before the bats arrive. "Your skills are improving, and if you can give my sister … two lessons that you learned tonight, I will not subject you to flight practice." Satsuki curtsies deeply, barely keeping her trembling under control, and Remilia glances at Yuyuko and Youmu before shaking her head - you won't need to see them out. You nod your thanks and start heading away, waiting only for Satsuki to catch up before beginning a purposeful march toward the basement.
"... You will need to learn how to fly, Satsuki. I know you don't like it, but even if you can't fly under your own power, knowing how to do it is very important." She nods, glum rather than sullen.
"I - I'm getting used to flying, actually. Shisho-san has been taking me, and Deis makes gusts and whirlwinds for Illyasviel and me. It's just … Remilia-sama's flight practice is … terrifying." You let her leave it at that, and a few minutes later, when you reach the library stairs, she speaks again. "She … Remilia-sama wanted to teach me something by tearing her arm off, didn't she?" Unfortunately, that isn't quite what Remilia asked for … but she didn't say you couldn't engage with her!
"Hmm … why did you stop fighting?" She gives you an anguished look.
"She - she tore her arm off! Doesn't that hurt? And -!" She stops walking and her mouth hangs open as realization dawns. "She was trying to teach me to not underestimate an opponent just because I won a victory, and … and to teach me that a sacrifice like that is something I should keep in mind. Another option to use in battle …." You consider her responses and tap your chin.
"Was that what my sister was trying to teach you, or is that what you learned from your match?" She looks up, confused, then blushes and looks down.
"I … I don't know if I've learned them yet, but - I'm working on them!" You chuckle and walk over to pat her arm.
"There, I think that's good enough." Satsuki shudders, twin hair-tails flailing wildly, and you wave for her to continue following you. "How did you hit her? Remilia, I mean." Satsuki thinks for a little bit, only responding once you're into the shelves.
"The first time - I was trying to hit her, and just …." She blushes nervously. "I just slammed down right in front of me. I didn't actually hit her, but I did knock something into her, and she said it counted. And when I grabbed her … I don't know. I know I was trying to grab her, and I - I don't think I expected to grab her, but I … I did …." She trails off and you pat her shoulder helpfully.
"I think you're more capable than you think you are - something is holding you back, whether it's your nature or just inexperience." You smile at her nervous expression. "You don't like to hurt people, right? That's what I mean about your nature. You restrain yourself, seemingly using your full power only accidentally. Or it could just be that you haven't learned to control it yet." She nods and walks along with a thoughtful expression.
"Remilia-sama was going easy on me, wasn't she?" You nod.
"Of course! When she gets serious, if we're both unarmed, I have trouble landing good hits, and I have these!" You tap her with a wingtip and she smiles. "And she didn't use magic, either, which is basically unfair against everyone!" Her smile turns to quiet laughter. "... I have something I need to do in private now, Satsuki, and then I'm going to go see Ilya and Lulu. So you're free for the rest of the night, and in case I don't see you -" you pull her against you, hugging her and tousling her hair, "- congratulations, Satsuki. You did very well." She sniffles as she returns the hug, and you hold her until she decides to let go. Her soft brown eyes are wet with tears, and she wipes her face with a handkerchief you didn't see her grab.
"Thank you, Flandre-sama. Have a good night." You exchange curtsies, and then you hurry off to your room. You have several pictures to paint, and not much time to paint them in!
Satsuki's picture, fortunately, is almost done, and you only need to finish up the details. You study it once it's completed, and you nod as a clone takes it and sets it to the side for framing. The other two clones are hard at work preparing the various paints you'll need for the last three paintings. Patchouli's picture is a dark scene and Ilya's a light one, and with such a variety of colors in each one you're going to need them keeping track of the amounts. But you know the balcony well enough that it practically flies onto the canvas, and the hardest parts are getting the snow to look right and making sure to not include a grimoire … and it still looks like she should have one! But that's two paintings down and two to go, so you move on quickly. It helps that Ilya's is fun to paint - the partially-materialized Vita is tricky, and Berserker, and Lulu clinging helplessly while Ilya has the time of her life … the hardest part of that picture is the getting the carriage just right.
And then you move on to your sister's painting. The two of you, of course, wearing your kimonos, and due to the angle you're using you include … most of the others. You outline them, put them in the painting, but they aren't obvious, and the viewer can't determine who's who without already knowing who everyone is … except you and Remilia. You two, and the falling cherry blossoms, and the trees themselves - you are clearly defined. The precise angles of Remilia's wing as it drapes over your legs, and your own wings tangling up behind her back, the colors of your hair …. A masterpiece, the work of a master, and you kiss the painting as you step back to study it. Is it worthy of being presented to your sister? Will she like it? You chew your lips nervously, wanting to change first this and then that, and pronounce the painting complete. You burn the brushes and remaining paints used for it and your clones finish cleaning up the rest of the room.
The other paintings are completed, dry and framed and ready to be presented - the framing isn't a permanent addition, of course. At least some people will probably want glass over the paintings, but the only way you could get glass for the paintings quickly enough would be to ask Patchouli, Sakuya, or Remilia, and while Sakuya might be able to do it on her own, asking either of the other two risks them finding out about their paintings. You shake yourself and put the paintings out of your mind for now … you have friends to see. Ilya's room beckons, and you hurry up to it. Ilya and Lulu look like they were trying to stay awake, but they didn't quite make it. You might be able to get them to the bed without waking them up ….
What do you do?
[ ] Wake them up and apologize for being late.
[ ] Cuddle with them at the table.
[ ] Get them to the bed and snuggle.
[ ] Other?
[X] Cuddle with them at the table.
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[X] Cuddle with them at the table.
You shake your head and start rearranging the table a bit. You slide the books out of the way, move the crumb-filled plate and empty glasses to the desk, and then place the third chair between Ilya and Lulu's chairs before arranging the extra pillow and blanket to your liking. Then you carefully move their chairs closer to yours and slip in making yourself comfortable and trying to keep from favoring either of your friends as you snuggle them against you. Maybe you should rest your head face-down and put their pillows against your head? No … oh, that's something! You sit back in the chair and carefully move their pillows onto the armrests, then lean them sideways against you. Yes, this is good ….
"Sixty points. Out of a hundred." Ilya's voice.
"Mmm … seventy. She isn't too late, and she seems to be trying to make up for it." And Lulu.
"I thought you two were asleep!" They press harder against you, not quite squishing you in place, and Ilya gently bops your nose.
"We were asleep. But someone walked into my rooms, so my special friend-coming-home-late wards woke me up -"
"And someone moved me around, so Asclepius woke me up after identifying the intruder." You pout at your friends, and they grin mischievously back at you.
"So, what were you doing that kept you so late?" You peer at Ilya before smirking and shaking your head.
"Nope! I did a couple things, but one of them I can't tell you, and the other you'll just have to wait." They look past you, meeting each others' eyes, and nod simultaneously before tickling you mercilessly. Of course, you turn the tables quite handily with your wings, moving your fingers to the sides of their necks as your wingtips poke at their unprotected sides. Once they stop trying to tickle you and restrict themselves to defensive actions, you taper off your assault, leaving them gasping for air as they lean against you.
"… Cheater," Ilya finally says, and Lulu giggles as you give her a look. Then you put the pillows back on the armrests and pull your friends closer, nuzzling them in turn.
"Maybe I should ask Remilia to see if we can follow-up on Megane's suggestion," you mumble, and after a moment Ilya and Lulu look up at you, confused - and then Ilya wriggles so she's mostly laying across the armrests, her head in your lap, and Lulu pouts at her. "Remember when we had that costume party, and then you took me away to relax because I had insomnia?" Ilya frowns.
"That was … Flan, that was yesterday." You giggle and boop her nose.
"Good, you remember! Anyway, Satsuki told me that Megane asked Remilia if she had thought about moving to Mid-Childa. And if we did, then we could see each other more easily." Ilya nods hopefully, but Lulu actually looks doubtful, and you and Ilya look at her curiously.
"I wouldn't mind being able to meet you in person more easily, but … the Bureau can get pushy, after all, and then there are people like that reporter -" She cuts off as you stiffen.
"Has anyone been bothering you?" Your voice is level, of course, but it also carries an inherent statement of warranted violence. Lulu just shakes her head, though.
"No, people haven't been treating me any differently. But if you wanted to go out, the way we've been doing, you'd probably get all sorts of attention." Ilya grins and reaches over to pat Lulu's head, and you chuckle.
"I'm sure they'll get the message after the third or fourth accidental whale oil incineration," you say innocently, but Lulu just pouts unhappily. You pat her head and pull her closer. "Alright, alright, if we move I'll try to keep accidents to just accidents. I won't worry you." You see a bit of a blush through the fringe of her hair and smile as you shift Ilya aside so Lulu can join her.
"… Did you talk to your mother about good times for talking with each other through the mirrors?" Ilya asks, and Lulu nods.
"She agreed that twice a week would be good for a while, although she also said we might want to slow down to just once a week. Thursday nights, and either Sunday nights or Monday mornings were times she thought might be good, unless my schedule has me busy on Thursday. That way we can have longer conversations on Thursday and brief check-ups as the week begins." You nod, remembering the last discussion about keeping in touch and how none of you were sure how frequently would be a good idea. Of course, you did decide that you would wait for Lulu to initiate contact, and not worry unless she misses two communications in a row without any other kind of message.
"Monday morning might be better, since then you'll actually have something you have to go do and you'll have to keep the conversation short, but on Sunday evening you might be tempted to put off sleep to keep talking." You and Lulu both nod at Ilya's wise suggestion. Then Lulu smiles mischievously, almost devilishly.
"Well, now that that's settled, I think we need something to do. What do you think, Ilya?" The other mage grins as well, and they both look at you expectantly.
"I quite agree, Lulu. So, Flan, what are we going to do?" You make a face, then stick out your tongue at them. At least you finished the paintings ….
What do you do?
[ ] Library rampage, followed by a long, cozy bath.
[ ] Make them treats in a kitchen.
[ ] Tell them stories.
[ ] Other?
You shake your head and start rearranging the table a bit. You slide the books out of the way, move the crumb-filled plate and empty glasses to the desk, and then place the third chair between Ilya and Lulu's chairs before arranging the extra pillow and blanket to your liking. Then you carefully move their chairs closer to yours and slip in making yourself comfortable and trying to keep from favoring either of your friends as you snuggle them against you. Maybe you should rest your head face-down and put their pillows against your head? No … oh, that's something! You sit back in the chair and carefully move their pillows onto the armrests, then lean them sideways against you. Yes, this is good ….
"Sixty points. Out of a hundred." Ilya's voice.
"Mmm … seventy. She isn't too late, and she seems to be trying to make up for it." And Lulu.
"I thought you two were asleep!" They press harder against you, not quite squishing you in place, and Ilya gently bops your nose.
"We were asleep. But someone walked into my rooms, so my special friend-coming-home-late wards woke me up -"
"And someone moved me around, so Asclepius woke me up after identifying the intruder." You pout at your friends, and they grin mischievously back at you.
"So, what were you doing that kept you so late?" You peer at Ilya before smirking and shaking your head.
"Nope! I did a couple things, but one of them I can't tell you, and the other you'll just have to wait." They look past you, meeting each others' eyes, and nod simultaneously before tickling you mercilessly. Of course, you turn the tables quite handily with your wings, moving your fingers to the sides of their necks as your wingtips poke at their unprotected sides. Once they stop trying to tickle you and restrict themselves to defensive actions, you taper off your assault, leaving them gasping for air as they lean against you.
"… Cheater," Ilya finally says, and Lulu giggles as you give her a look. Then you put the pillows back on the armrests and pull your friends closer, nuzzling them in turn.
"Maybe I should ask Remilia to see if we can follow-up on Megane's suggestion," you mumble, and after a moment Ilya and Lulu look up at you, confused - and then Ilya wriggles so she's mostly laying across the armrests, her head in your lap, and Lulu pouts at her. "Remember when we had that costume party, and then you took me away to relax because I had insomnia?" Ilya frowns.
"That was … Flan, that was yesterday." You giggle and boop her nose.
"Good, you remember! Anyway, Satsuki told me that Megane asked Remilia if she had thought about moving to Mid-Childa. And if we did, then we could see each other more easily." Ilya nods hopefully, but Lulu actually looks doubtful, and you and Ilya look at her curiously.
"I wouldn't mind being able to meet you in person more easily, but … the Bureau can get pushy, after all, and then there are people like that reporter -" She cuts off as you stiffen.
"Has anyone been bothering you?" Your voice is level, of course, but it also carries an inherent statement of warranted violence. Lulu just shakes her head, though.
"No, people haven't been treating me any differently. But if you wanted to go out, the way we've been doing, you'd probably get all sorts of attention." Ilya grins and reaches over to pat Lulu's head, and you chuckle.
"I'm sure they'll get the message after the third or fourth accidental whale oil incineration," you say innocently, but Lulu just pouts unhappily. You pat her head and pull her closer. "Alright, alright, if we move I'll try to keep accidents to just accidents. I won't worry you." You see a bit of a blush through the fringe of her hair and smile as you shift Ilya aside so Lulu can join her.
"… Did you talk to your mother about good times for talking with each other through the mirrors?" Ilya asks, and Lulu nods.
"She agreed that twice a week would be good for a while, although she also said we might want to slow down to just once a week. Thursday nights, and either Sunday nights or Monday mornings were times she thought might be good, unless my schedule has me busy on Thursday. That way we can have longer conversations on Thursday and brief check-ups as the week begins." You nod, remembering the last discussion about keeping in touch and how none of you were sure how frequently would be a good idea. Of course, you did decide that you would wait for Lulu to initiate contact, and not worry unless she misses two communications in a row without any other kind of message.
"Monday morning might be better, since then you'll actually have something you have to go do and you'll have to keep the conversation short, but on Sunday evening you might be tempted to put off sleep to keep talking." You and Lulu both nod at Ilya's wise suggestion. Then Lulu smiles mischievously, almost devilishly.
"Well, now that that's settled, I think we need something to do. What do you think, Ilya?" The other mage grins as well, and they both look at you expectantly.
"I quite agree, Lulu. So, Flan, what are we going to do?" You make a face, then stick out your tongue at them. At least you finished the paintings ….
What do you do?
[ ] Library rampage, followed by a long, cozy bath.
[ ] Make them treats in a kitchen.
[ ] Tell them stories.
[ ] Other?
- Location
- Germany
Define rampage, please? This could mean a book reading spree, a small skirmish that the wards would easily clean up, or something large enough to make days of work for Illyasviel, Deis, and Koakuma...
Decent, but not really interactive...
We can still do that via the mirrors, so I'd prefer the other options.
Well, for now I'll vote
[X] Library rampage, followed by a long, cozy bath.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
More running around and making noise, racing Berserker, things like that. Being an obnoxious nuisance, but not anything destructive.
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Rampage and Cooldown
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Library rampage, followed by a long, cozy bath.
You lean back and tap your fingers together as you consider your options. Then a grin forms and you nod to yourself. "Well, if you're going to leave it to me … obviously we need to do something fun. And the best place for fun right now is the library!" Your friends watch you curiously, but you just shrug off the blanket and float up, your clones picking up the young mages and following you.
"Hmm … I wonder if this is a good idea," Ilya murmurs. Lulu nods quietly, and you turn around to scowl at them.
"Of course it's a good idea! Now, the first event is going to be Berserker racing. To make things fair, I'll carry Ilya, and Lulu will ride Berserker. Damaged or destroyed shelves cost the runner time, and so does overrun librarians." Ilya giggles as Lulu starts looking a little pale.
"Um, maybe Berserker could carry Garyuu?" You snap your fingers.
"Right, I'd forgotten about him. He can carry one of my clones!" Lulu groans and Ilya cackles before reaching over to pat the other mage's head. As you reach the base of the stairs, the lead-skinned giant appears in front of you, and Garyuu materializes to the side. A clone hops into his waiting arms as Lulu gingerly clambers atop Berserker, and you take Ilya from your other clone. "So, the course is simple: from here straight to the far wall, then turn left and follow the wall back here, finishing once you pass the statue." Garyuu nods, but Ilya looks around the room first.
"What if we go right instead of left?" You smile.
"In the current configuration, that should triple the length you would be going. Any other questions? Then … ready - and - GO!" Not too surprisingly, both Garyuu and Berserker are just as quick off the mark as you are, and you can't help but grin as Lulu lets out high-pitched whine. Ilya looks to be enjoying herself, too, as the great Servant begins pulling ahead of you, his longer strides eating up the ground more easily than you can. Of course, now that he isn't in the way, you're free to jump - and so you do, bouncing from bookshelf to bookshelf as Ilya squeals excitedly. Garyuu takes up your approach as well, and the two of you begin closing the gap Berserker opened up. A splash of red draws your attention for an instant - Koakuma with Illyasviel, working in the shelves - and you giggle as the wall finally comes into view. Then Berserker roars and leaps forward, slamming into the wall … which, of course, won't detract from his time, and as he hurtles out of view you can see that the wall isn't even damaged, anyway. And then you're crossing under Garyuu, and it's such a pain, not flying, especially now that you have to worry about knocking books off the shelf and losing time, but you're not going to let him increase his lead any more! Ilya's whoops of delight turn to hysterical giggles as you bounce back and forth from wall to shelf, drawing ever closer to the massive warrior and his purple flag. You're getting closer, and closer … but there's the finish line, and you're about to run out of shelves. Ah, well - a loss is a loss.
"Hehe! Yay, Berserker!" Ilya wraps her arms around her Servant's waist - at least, as far as she can - while you help Lulu peel her fingers free of the mighty hero.
"I'm … not doing … that again," the young mage mutters before she wraps her arms around you. You hug her and pat her head, and after a few moments she shakes her head and smiles. "So, what's the next event?" You grin as Ilya looks at you curiously, too.
"Flan-tossing, of course." You let go of Lulu and grab one of your clones by the arm - and with just a single step and two spins, hurl it over the shelves and toward the back wall. You make a show of looking into the distance, then spin around and shake your finger as Berserker grabs another clone. "No, no, nope! You two have magic, don't you? Toss them yourselves!" Lulu stares at you, but Ilya just frowns thoughtfully before walking in a circle around the clone Berserker had started to grab. Lulu shakes herself and, after looking at you, uses her magic to - not throw the clone directly, but to summon a chain that wraps around the clone's waist and hurl it after the one you through. Then Ilya finishes whatever she was doing, and the clone flies through the air … and crashes into a bookshelf. You giggle at Ilya's embarrassed blush, and when the clone returns it gives her a scowl. You pat Lulu's shoulder. "Second place for your excellent throw, Lulu. Best of three?" She pokes your nose, refusing to dignify the question with a response, and you quickly lick her finger. She stumbles back, blushing, and Ilya pouts.
"Hey, no fair!" Then she tackles you and starts rubbing her cheek against yours. Lulu's blush intensifies, and you clap your hands, interrupting Ilya.
"Okay, next event! We'll see which of you can find the real me first," you say, and your clones fly down to stand next to you. All four of you grin and start weaving among each other, and their mouths move with yours as you cast your voice around to confuse matters even more. "We'll scatter and fly around and hide somewhere in the library, and whoever finds me first is the winner. If neither of you finds me in … fifteen minutes, then I win. Or is that too much of a challenge?" Ilya grins and shakes her head, and after a moment Lulu steps up as well, nodding firmly. You and your clones applaud them, and then you're off, all four of you turning invisible for the flight portion. One clone shifts into bat form and curls up on top of some books. Another accidentally finds Patchouli and, after making sure the magician doesn't seem to mind, settles down near her desk and pulls out a book to read. And the third listens to Deis talk to Satsuki about how the library is organized.
You, of course, simply settle down to wait in front of your suite.
Amusingly, the clone with Patchouli is the first one to be found, as Lulu quite wisely tries to find the magician and ask her for help. But Patchouli simply shakes her head and tells Lulu that you're not hiding anywhere, confusing the poor girl. Your other two clones are located soon after, with Deis simply looking at the one and waving, while Illyasviel - at Koakuma's direction and Ilya's request - carefully pulls the bat off the shelf. It changes back as she leans back on the shelf, and as the librarian-maid shakes her head after landing on the floor the clone licks her cheek impishly. You wait an extra five minutes after the deadline, then fly back to the statue where Ilya, Illyasviel, and Lulu are all waiting. Lulu puffs her cheeks angrily. "Patchouli said you weren't in the library!" You shake a finger at her and smile.
"She said I wasn't hiding anywhere. I was just sitting across from my room, and if anyone had looked over there they'd have seen me." Ilya and Lulu both look embarrassed, and you shake your head. "Really, did you two think I'd make you search the whole library for me, and only give you fifteen minutes?" As they try to figure out how to respond, Illyasviel scowls at you.
"That thing licked me!" You shake your head as she points at the wrong clone.
"No, that one licked you. That one was with Satsuki and Deis." She stamps her foot.
"Whatever! Why'd it do that!?" You shrug, then hop forward and pat her head.
"Maybe it wanted to thank you for being gentle. Or maybe it wanted to see if you tasted like Ilya. Or -" Illyasviel smacks your hand away and jumps back, but she doesn't look that angry.
"Look, just - just don't do that again, okay?" Yes, she sounds … a little angry, but also afraid? You shrug and nod, and she turns and bolts, slipping at least twice and swearing colorfully. Ilya shakes her head when you glance at her, but she also looks a bit thoughtful when she looks at where her other self was standing. You'll give her some time before asking again.
"... Round four, or should we move on to the second part of our time together?" Ilya and Lulu look at each other, then nod.
"We're probably going to cause more trouble if we stay here, so let's move on to the next one," Ilya says, and you smile before your clones pick them up and follow you as you fly toward your room. They sigh quietly as you lead them into your bath room - you rarely use it, just like you almost never use the suite's kitchen, but it's as nice as Remilia's bath and very well-stocked. Your clones help Ilya and Lulu while you prepare the bath, and then you all slip into the warm water. Ilya breathes deeply and starts to frown, then shakes her head and smiles. Lulu just sinks into the water and sighs comfortably until you guide them to the seats.
"So what would you have had me do, if you two had been making the decisions?" Ilya smiles at your drowsy companion.
"Well, Lulu suggested that if you'd been very polite and woken us up to apologize, then we'd have let you off with a simple series of kitchen tasks while wearing a maid uniform," she says, and Lulu nods as you giggle. Ah, such a shame that you weren't able to recreate Maid Day! "But I like this one, too. First you get us all worked up, then you get us nice and relaxed right outside your room. Oh my." Your giggling turns to outright laughter, at least until Lulu folds herself against you.
"... I'm going to miss you two, you know," Lulu says, and Ilya nods as you stroke Lulu's hair. "Sure, we can talk to each other, but it's not the same, and you two'll be together without me."
"I'll make sure we get to visit you when we're all free," you promise.
"Or if something goes wrong and you need help. Whether it's an enemy, a friend, or a brick wall, we'll help you if you need it." It's your turn to nod, and Lulu hugs you with one arm while reaching out for Ilya with her other, and the three of you hold each other tightly.
"Thank you - both of you." Lulu finally pulls away, just a little, and after you and Ilya sit on either side of her you both lean against her.
"You'll make sure to meet other people, right? So we can meet your new friends." Lulu nods at the question and Ilya tousles her hair. "Good." The three of you simply sit together, luxuriating in the oil-infused water and the scent of unleashed power.
What do you do?
[ ] Stay in the bath until it's time to get up. Your clones will make sure nothing unfortunate happens.
[ ] Move everyone to your bed. It's comfier and Satsuki will be able to find you more easily.
[ ] Other?
You lean back and tap your fingers together as you consider your options. Then a grin forms and you nod to yourself. "Well, if you're going to leave it to me … obviously we need to do something fun. And the best place for fun right now is the library!" Your friends watch you curiously, but you just shrug off the blanket and float up, your clones picking up the young mages and following you.
"Hmm … I wonder if this is a good idea," Ilya murmurs. Lulu nods quietly, and you turn around to scowl at them.
"Of course it's a good idea! Now, the first event is going to be Berserker racing. To make things fair, I'll carry Ilya, and Lulu will ride Berserker. Damaged or destroyed shelves cost the runner time, and so does overrun librarians." Ilya giggles as Lulu starts looking a little pale.
"Um, maybe Berserker could carry Garyuu?" You snap your fingers.
"Right, I'd forgotten about him. He can carry one of my clones!" Lulu groans and Ilya cackles before reaching over to pat the other mage's head. As you reach the base of the stairs, the lead-skinned giant appears in front of you, and Garyuu materializes to the side. A clone hops into his waiting arms as Lulu gingerly clambers atop Berserker, and you take Ilya from your other clone. "So, the course is simple: from here straight to the far wall, then turn left and follow the wall back here, finishing once you pass the statue." Garyuu nods, but Ilya looks around the room first.
"What if we go right instead of left?" You smile.
"In the current configuration, that should triple the length you would be going. Any other questions? Then … ready - and - GO!" Not too surprisingly, both Garyuu and Berserker are just as quick off the mark as you are, and you can't help but grin as Lulu lets out high-pitched whine. Ilya looks to be enjoying herself, too, as the great Servant begins pulling ahead of you, his longer strides eating up the ground more easily than you can. Of course, now that he isn't in the way, you're free to jump - and so you do, bouncing from bookshelf to bookshelf as Ilya squeals excitedly. Garyuu takes up your approach as well, and the two of you begin closing the gap Berserker opened up. A splash of red draws your attention for an instant - Koakuma with Illyasviel, working in the shelves - and you giggle as the wall finally comes into view. Then Berserker roars and leaps forward, slamming into the wall … which, of course, won't detract from his time, and as he hurtles out of view you can see that the wall isn't even damaged, anyway. And then you're crossing under Garyuu, and it's such a pain, not flying, especially now that you have to worry about knocking books off the shelf and losing time, but you're not going to let him increase his lead any more! Ilya's whoops of delight turn to hysterical giggles as you bounce back and forth from wall to shelf, drawing ever closer to the massive warrior and his purple flag. You're getting closer, and closer … but there's the finish line, and you're about to run out of shelves. Ah, well - a loss is a loss.
"Hehe! Yay, Berserker!" Ilya wraps her arms around her Servant's waist - at least, as far as she can - while you help Lulu peel her fingers free of the mighty hero.
"I'm … not doing … that again," the young mage mutters before she wraps her arms around you. You hug her and pat her head, and after a few moments she shakes her head and smiles. "So, what's the next event?" You grin as Ilya looks at you curiously, too.
"Flan-tossing, of course." You let go of Lulu and grab one of your clones by the arm - and with just a single step and two spins, hurl it over the shelves and toward the back wall. You make a show of looking into the distance, then spin around and shake your finger as Berserker grabs another clone. "No, no, nope! You two have magic, don't you? Toss them yourselves!" Lulu stares at you, but Ilya just frowns thoughtfully before walking in a circle around the clone Berserker had started to grab. Lulu shakes herself and, after looking at you, uses her magic to - not throw the clone directly, but to summon a chain that wraps around the clone's waist and hurl it after the one you through. Then Ilya finishes whatever she was doing, and the clone flies through the air … and crashes into a bookshelf. You giggle at Ilya's embarrassed blush, and when the clone returns it gives her a scowl. You pat Lulu's shoulder. "Second place for your excellent throw, Lulu. Best of three?" She pokes your nose, refusing to dignify the question with a response, and you quickly lick her finger. She stumbles back, blushing, and Ilya pouts.
"Hey, no fair!" Then she tackles you and starts rubbing her cheek against yours. Lulu's blush intensifies, and you clap your hands, interrupting Ilya.
"Okay, next event! We'll see which of you can find the real me first," you say, and your clones fly down to stand next to you. All four of you grin and start weaving among each other, and their mouths move with yours as you cast your voice around to confuse matters even more. "We'll scatter and fly around and hide somewhere in the library, and whoever finds me first is the winner. If neither of you finds me in … fifteen minutes, then I win. Or is that too much of a challenge?" Ilya grins and shakes her head, and after a moment Lulu steps up as well, nodding firmly. You and your clones applaud them, and then you're off, all four of you turning invisible for the flight portion. One clone shifts into bat form and curls up on top of some books. Another accidentally finds Patchouli and, after making sure the magician doesn't seem to mind, settles down near her desk and pulls out a book to read. And the third listens to Deis talk to Satsuki about how the library is organized.
You, of course, simply settle down to wait in front of your suite.
Amusingly, the clone with Patchouli is the first one to be found, as Lulu quite wisely tries to find the magician and ask her for help. But Patchouli simply shakes her head and tells Lulu that you're not hiding anywhere, confusing the poor girl. Your other two clones are located soon after, with Deis simply looking at the one and waving, while Illyasviel - at Koakuma's direction and Ilya's request - carefully pulls the bat off the shelf. It changes back as she leans back on the shelf, and as the librarian-maid shakes her head after landing on the floor the clone licks her cheek impishly. You wait an extra five minutes after the deadline, then fly back to the statue where Ilya, Illyasviel, and Lulu are all waiting. Lulu puffs her cheeks angrily. "Patchouli said you weren't in the library!" You shake a finger at her and smile.
"She said I wasn't hiding anywhere. I was just sitting across from my room, and if anyone had looked over there they'd have seen me." Ilya and Lulu both look embarrassed, and you shake your head. "Really, did you two think I'd make you search the whole library for me, and only give you fifteen minutes?" As they try to figure out how to respond, Illyasviel scowls at you.
"That thing licked me!" You shake your head as she points at the wrong clone.
"No, that one licked you. That one was with Satsuki and Deis." She stamps her foot.
"Whatever! Why'd it do that!?" You shrug, then hop forward and pat her head.
"Maybe it wanted to thank you for being gentle. Or maybe it wanted to see if you tasted like Ilya. Or -" Illyasviel smacks your hand away and jumps back, but she doesn't look that angry.
"Look, just - just don't do that again, okay?" Yes, she sounds … a little angry, but also afraid? You shrug and nod, and she turns and bolts, slipping at least twice and swearing colorfully. Ilya shakes her head when you glance at her, but she also looks a bit thoughtful when she looks at where her other self was standing. You'll give her some time before asking again.
"... Round four, or should we move on to the second part of our time together?" Ilya and Lulu look at each other, then nod.
"We're probably going to cause more trouble if we stay here, so let's move on to the next one," Ilya says, and you smile before your clones pick them up and follow you as you fly toward your room. They sigh quietly as you lead them into your bath room - you rarely use it, just like you almost never use the suite's kitchen, but it's as nice as Remilia's bath and very well-stocked. Your clones help Ilya and Lulu while you prepare the bath, and then you all slip into the warm water. Ilya breathes deeply and starts to frown, then shakes her head and smiles. Lulu just sinks into the water and sighs comfortably until you guide them to the seats.
"So what would you have had me do, if you two had been making the decisions?" Ilya smiles at your drowsy companion.
"Well, Lulu suggested that if you'd been very polite and woken us up to apologize, then we'd have let you off with a simple series of kitchen tasks while wearing a maid uniform," she says, and Lulu nods as you giggle. Ah, such a shame that you weren't able to recreate Maid Day! "But I like this one, too. First you get us all worked up, then you get us nice and relaxed right outside your room. Oh my." Your giggling turns to outright laughter, at least until Lulu folds herself against you.
"... I'm going to miss you two, you know," Lulu says, and Ilya nods as you stroke Lulu's hair. "Sure, we can talk to each other, but it's not the same, and you two'll be together without me."
"I'll make sure we get to visit you when we're all free," you promise.
"Or if something goes wrong and you need help. Whether it's an enemy, a friend, or a brick wall, we'll help you if you need it." It's your turn to nod, and Lulu hugs you with one arm while reaching out for Ilya with her other, and the three of you hold each other tightly.
"Thank you - both of you." Lulu finally pulls away, just a little, and after you and Ilya sit on either side of her you both lean against her.
"You'll make sure to meet other people, right? So we can meet your new friends." Lulu nods at the question and Ilya tousles her hair. "Good." The three of you simply sit together, luxuriating in the oil-infused water and the scent of unleashed power.
What do you do?
[ ] Stay in the bath until it's time to get up. Your clones will make sure nothing unfortunate happens.
[ ] Move everyone to your bed. It's comfier and Satsuki will be able to find you more easily.
[ ] Other?
- Location
- Germany
[X] Move everyone to your bed. It's comfier and Satsuki will be able to find you more easily.
[X] Move everyone to your bed. It's comfier and Satsuki will be able to find you more easily.
Patchouli Interlude
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Patchouli watched Flandre carry her friends out of the library and into her set of rooms. She thought for a moment, then shook her head and sighed before closing the books she'd been reading. Or, as some might say, running away to. Once the books were closed, she wasted more time precisely arranging them by category and location and set them aside to be put away. Of course, her familiar would have known they were no longer needed, and they probably wouldn't be kept in their current arrangement while in transit. The magician sighed and shuffled through the library, finally forcing herself to consider the issue she had been avoiding.
Did Deis have a point? If she did have a point, did she have to agree with that point? If she agreed that Deis's potential point had merit, did that mean she had to change? She shook her head and cast her mind back to older memories - how Remilia had saved her book, and, much later, how she had made that offer. Knowing Remilia as she did, Patchouli had to admit that it was possible that Remilia had known how things would turn out … but it was also possible that Patchouli had simply been one of the few candidates who were desperate enough for security that even being forced to tutor the legendarily hostile Flandre Scarlet was no deterrence, and it had simply been their prior acquaintance that had landed her the position. And Remilia's own situation with her sister had been … somewhat rocky, at times. Never publicly, of course - the few occasions she knew of that Flandre had appeared in public with her sister, they had been inseparable. But alone, in private, even an outsider like herself had been able to see the fragile connection. She had never asked Remilia about it ….
"Why am I thinking about Remilia? Maybe Deis is right." She took a breath and cleared her mind again.
"Look, you're my boss, and you're a pretty good boss, and this is a great place. But Flan is my friend, and that means a bit more to me right now. So do us a favor and let me know why you don't like her, so I can figure out if I need to leave." And then the sorceress had turned around and walked into the library, leaving the others unsure of what had transpired, and Patchouli had strenuously avoided thinking about the problem. But now ….
"So, is it because Flandre isn't a magician. I don't despise Sakuya or Meiling - and as Meiling should have potential that she just doesn't use, if my problem were that Flandre isn't as capable as she should be, then I should despise Meiling more. But I don't, so the problem should be something else. It isn't because she doesn't like books. She doesn't mind books, it's schooling she doesn't like - and even that is restricted to the more formal aspects. She has no problems with learning. And she doesn't actually cause that much trouble in the library; I'm sure that if I tallied them up, Remilia would be responsible for more of my frustrations and shelf-destructions than her sister." She sighed and gently floated up to one of her private desks. This one was for combining disciplines - for now, mixing Eastern and Western elemental magic. She smiled eagerly; as soon as Remilia let her off that leash, she would obliterate the Kirisame girl. "How much longer do we have to stay here …?" She sighed and examined her current issue, tried to figure out how to mesh the lines of power without bursting them, and when the transition should be. Half an hour later, problem still unsolved, she sighed and teleported herself to her room, locking the door and sealing herself inside. It was small - much smaller than she merited, but of course Remilia had understood. One wall was taken up with images of people - people she had known of, who had known her family, and whose families she had made to suffer for those peoples' parts in her own family's destruction. Marisa would not be the first human she had taken bloody vengeance against, and she nodded to herself. Then she turned and opened a drawer in the small desk and withdrew a tiny sheaf of papers, written in a child's shaky and undernourished, but no longer terrified, hand. She read, again and again, her own recounting of her first meeting with Remilia, and compared it with her memories. Then she looked at a later page, after she had finished the ritual that had turned her into a full magician.
"... Jealousy. And envy, I imagine." She clutched the papers to her chest and laughed helplessly. "Maybe, if I'd had more time, or if I'd just been older … or maybe not. We are, after all, both jealous and possessive creatures. And old habits die … so very hard, particularly for us unchanging youkai." She replaced the papers in the desk and sat on the thin bed, hardly used and almost too small for her. What would she tell Deis? Modifying the demigod's memories would be difficult enough, and only a temporary fix even if Remilia didn't take notice and ask what was going on. She gripped the sheets tightly, memory casting back to the night when she had hid under the bed until dragged out by those who loved her and told to shelter somewhere safer. They had given up what was theirs so that she might survive; could she not do the same for Remilia? Could she - not bury, but destroy her ill will toward her friend's sister? She stood up again and returned to the desk to stare at the centerpiece - a statuette of Remilia, crafted in crystallized mana. It had taken years to complete, and she had never worked up the will to part with it, to gift it to her friend. "And how long will it take until I can make one for you, Flandre? You difficult child …." Thin fingers stretched out … then, without reluctance, her hands fell back to her sides and she turned to leave. She would not - could not - begin that work today.
There were, fortunately, other matters to attend to.
Did Deis have a point? If she did have a point, did she have to agree with that point? If she agreed that Deis's potential point had merit, did that mean she had to change? She shook her head and cast her mind back to older memories - how Remilia had saved her book, and, much later, how she had made that offer. Knowing Remilia as she did, Patchouli had to admit that it was possible that Remilia had known how things would turn out … but it was also possible that Patchouli had simply been one of the few candidates who were desperate enough for security that even being forced to tutor the legendarily hostile Flandre Scarlet was no deterrence, and it had simply been their prior acquaintance that had landed her the position. And Remilia's own situation with her sister had been … somewhat rocky, at times. Never publicly, of course - the few occasions she knew of that Flandre had appeared in public with her sister, they had been inseparable. But alone, in private, even an outsider like herself had been able to see the fragile connection. She had never asked Remilia about it ….
"Why am I thinking about Remilia? Maybe Deis is right." She took a breath and cleared her mind again.
"Look, you're my boss, and you're a pretty good boss, and this is a great place. But Flan is my friend, and that means a bit more to me right now. So do us a favor and let me know why you don't like her, so I can figure out if I need to leave." And then the sorceress had turned around and walked into the library, leaving the others unsure of what had transpired, and Patchouli had strenuously avoided thinking about the problem. But now ….
"So, is it because Flandre isn't a magician. I don't despise Sakuya or Meiling - and as Meiling should have potential that she just doesn't use, if my problem were that Flandre isn't as capable as she should be, then I should despise Meiling more. But I don't, so the problem should be something else. It isn't because she doesn't like books. She doesn't mind books, it's schooling she doesn't like - and even that is restricted to the more formal aspects. She has no problems with learning. And she doesn't actually cause that much trouble in the library; I'm sure that if I tallied them up, Remilia would be responsible for more of my frustrations and shelf-destructions than her sister." She sighed and gently floated up to one of her private desks. This one was for combining disciplines - for now, mixing Eastern and Western elemental magic. She smiled eagerly; as soon as Remilia let her off that leash, she would obliterate the Kirisame girl. "How much longer do we have to stay here …?" She sighed and examined her current issue, tried to figure out how to mesh the lines of power without bursting them, and when the transition should be. Half an hour later, problem still unsolved, she sighed and teleported herself to her room, locking the door and sealing herself inside. It was small - much smaller than she merited, but of course Remilia had understood. One wall was taken up with images of people - people she had known of, who had known her family, and whose families she had made to suffer for those peoples' parts in her own family's destruction. Marisa would not be the first human she had taken bloody vengeance against, and she nodded to herself. Then she turned and opened a drawer in the small desk and withdrew a tiny sheaf of papers, written in a child's shaky and undernourished, but no longer terrified, hand. She read, again and again, her own recounting of her first meeting with Remilia, and compared it with her memories. Then she looked at a later page, after she had finished the ritual that had turned her into a full magician.
"... Jealousy. And envy, I imagine." She clutched the papers to her chest and laughed helplessly. "Maybe, if I'd had more time, or if I'd just been older … or maybe not. We are, after all, both jealous and possessive creatures. And old habits die … so very hard, particularly for us unchanging youkai." She replaced the papers in the desk and sat on the thin bed, hardly used and almost too small for her. What would she tell Deis? Modifying the demigod's memories would be difficult enough, and only a temporary fix even if Remilia didn't take notice and ask what was going on. She gripped the sheets tightly, memory casting back to the night when she had hid under the bed until dragged out by those who loved her and told to shelter somewhere safer. They had given up what was theirs so that she might survive; could she not do the same for Remilia? Could she - not bury, but destroy her ill will toward her friend's sister? She stood up again and returned to the desk to stare at the centerpiece - a statuette of Remilia, crafted in crystallized mana. It had taken years to complete, and she had never worked up the will to part with it, to gift it to her friend. "And how long will it take until I can make one for you, Flandre? You difficult child …." Thin fingers stretched out … then, without reluctance, her hands fell back to her sides and she turned to leave. She would not - could not - begin that work today.
There were, fortunately, other matters to attend to.
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[X] Move everyone to your bed. It's comfier and Satsuki will be able to find you more easily.
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Well, that indirectly verifies that she doesn't know about the magic eater part... which probably is part of the reason she's not getting along with Flandre.
As long as Flan is still antagonistic, I doubt that would work. And I'm a bit disturbed by how far she'd go. You don't just spend years crafting a statue for someone you no longer dislike, so that she even considers eventually reaching that point implies that she'd do more than just destroy her ill will...
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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