Further proof that this thread goes
interesting places while I'm gone.
GM, what are the chance that you are going to turn this into a crossover!?
With that particular series? Highly unlikely I'm sorry to say, as I've no real exposure to it beyond the obvious fanart (both references to that one . . . I think it was an ending theme? And the post-Episode-3-of-PMMM ones). In general, however, I've already made a rather heavy reference to a certain game within the past few updates.
For now, however, I've managed to finish this to something resembling satisfaction, so here's the update and interlude.
-=-=-=-
[X] Ask if Akemi-san can swing by your apartment to pick up . . .
-[X] A cake you left in the fridge. For her, as thanks for all she's done.
Akemi-san blinks at this, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Th-thank you."
A small smile reveals itself as she places a Grief Seed upon the center table.
"I won't be gone long, but just in case, feel free to use it."
And with that, she exits the apartment.
-=-=-=-
[X] Shenanigans and Goings-Ons
Meanwhile, in an arcade in Kasamino . . .
A redheaded girl is busy playing DDR -- Dog Drug Reinforcement, that is -- with an audience of one.
"Y'know," she says as the
current song comes to a close, "I was having fun 'til you showed up."
'My apologies, Kyouko,' said Kyubey from his position on the second-player dancepad,
'but I have news that I felt you would be interested in.'
"Oh?" Kyouko gave the carbuncle an aside glance as she leaned on the back rail of the game, appearing to be considering another round. "Well, spit it out, then."
'Tomoe Mami has fallen in battle.'
The girl's head turns to glare at him. "
Bullshit."
'I'm not lying.'
"Oh yeah? Then how'd she die, huh?"
'She was decapitated, and then her body devoured, by the Witch she had been fighting. A very messy affair.'
The only sounds and motion were those of the game and the surrounding arcade.
"Why're you telling me this?" The redhead's eyes narrow. "What's your game, you little rat?"
'I had come to the conclusion that were I to inform anyone else of this news before you, your reaction would have been exceedingly violent and potentially wasteful.'
"Feh."
Having had more than enough of Kyubey's presence, Kyouko queued up another round . . . and took advantage of her selection of Double mode to justify ever-so-subtly
punting the white creature off of the 2nd player pad, launching him clear across the arcade.
That and her DDR would have to do for now, as catharsis went.
-=-=-=-
[X] Practice!
-[X] Ribbon-slinging. You need to learn how to stop.
It had been about ten minutes. With the spacious room all to yourself, however, those ten minutes had seemed to stretch on for a good four to five minutes per minute all on their own; beyond the couches and clockwork, there wasn't really much to do, and while Akemi-san had left her copy of 'Forbidden Arts of the Ancients' handy . . . well, between the handwriting and the language it was written in, deciphering it was less a diversion and more a chore.
Around that time you realized: Akemi-san had left a fresh Grief Seed on the table for you to use if you needed it . . . so perhaps now would be a good time to practice moving? With all of the couches handy, you've certainly no shortage of soft things to land on if you fall. With that in mind, you began your practice of the speediest of your learned methods of travel as a head: swinging from ribbon to ribbon . . . 'ribbon-swinging'? No, that didn't sound right . . .
You soon manage to figure out through this session of training that a good way of stopping without hurting yourself is to fire off a ribbon in the opposite direction so that rather than just swinging forward, your motion becomes arrested mid-air. It still left something to be desired, you admit, but you at least wouldn't be affecting the 'George of the Jungle' method of stopping in the future (on purpose, at any rate).
After a bit more of this practice, Akemi-san returns, thanking you for the cake and producing from her shield-- eh? Your photos of yourself and-- but, you hadn't asked her to . . .
"I saw these and guessed that you'd want them; it might be a while before we can get you back on your feet, so . . . "
You don't know what to say . . . so, you say the only thing you can:
'Thank you, Akemi-san.'
The rest of the evening would progress quietly and uneventfully . . . well, as uneventfully as things can for a talking head.
-=-=-=-
It's morning, now, and Akemi-san has gone to school, once again leaving you alone in her apartment.
After admitting your boredom last night, she's left you a few things to entertain yourself with: a laptop computer, a handheld game console, and some books (though the selection is . . .
unusual). Her confidence in your ability to use your ribbon-enhanced curls is appreciated, you suppose, but a small part of you wonders if you could improve upon things.
Speaking of boredom, you're currently bored out of your skull, and so . . .
[ ] It's time to put that laptop to use.
-[ ] Check up on current events.
-[ ] Play some card games.
-[ ] Miki-san mentioned something last time she was over . . . (*)
[ ] You're in the mood to play a video game. (*)
[ ] Rather than tax your
tendrils hair any, you crack open a book.
-[ ] Anatomy textbooks. Maybe you'll learn something useful?
-[ ] Metamorphoses for Minor Magi. Akemi-san had been reading it last night and left it out. (*)
-[ ] A . . . detective novel?
[ ] Perhaps you could try contacting someone with telepathy?
-[ ] Miki-san; you can let her know how you're doing here.
-[ ] Kaname-san; you should let her know you're alive, if Miki-san hasn't already.
