JadeKaiser
Uninspired Custom Title
- Location
- Under Your Bed
...You're going to have a horde of restless dead after you over your raiding their beer cooler, aren't you?
Tower : Here Oni-chan got Isekai'ed
- Thread starter Biigoh
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- Elsewhere
"-And so if you take the item from my right hand, you will be granted invincible power that will surely help you in your quest home."
"What is that in your left hand?"
"A beer. It's a good beer, but it's only one bottle..."
"..."
"Aren't you going to take the power?"
"I'm thinking."
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
There are worse fates.... :3
Well... difficult choices, you know...
Thus begins Beer Quest (Biir Quest?), Wherein it's one tanuki-oni versus the world. The goal? All the alcohol.
Watch as one intrepid youkai wrangles dragons, outsmarts the undead, and seduces waifus, all in the name of cracking open a cold one with the boys.
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
08
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
I entered the room, mouth pursed, nose covered by the sleeve of my shirt held there with one hand, even as the bundle shirt with its cargo of apples swayed worryingly. My motions were slow and steady to avoid creating a breeze and disturbing the layers of dust.
The monitor room was small. Almost tiny in a sense. And yet, despite that... there was a logic behind the placement of where things were. There always was.
Which was why I looked towards the wall opposite the bank of monitors. Filing cabinets of a dull dark metal, or what looked like metal were lined against the wall.
And in the corner almost hidden away in the shadows, a squad little metal block with a soft glowing display on its door.
[ Это должно быть ошибкой капитализма. Северные районы ]
With an unknown text blinking at me. I was leery at opening the door of this strange device.
Ah... but my thirst overcame this worry of tempering in the affairs of the unknown. Who knew what it said, where opening it might reveal unspeakable horrors or expose me to strange energies.
The winning bet was that since this was in a relatively low key environment, a close circuit watch room that there would be nothing dangerous or that it had been full-proofed to the best ability of the people who had built the ruins that I walked in.
They were people. Likely human or something close to such in shape and thought, given the lack of horns and other evidence of inhumanity on the mummified corpse.
Which was why I wasn't too surprised when the door swung open with a pneumatic hiss as pistons pushed from near the bottom of the unit when I tapped on the door where the handle ought to be on a fridge. A soft ethereal blue radiance was the first thing I saw along with mist flowing out of the gap that slowly widened.
And eventually I was rewarded... with the sight of shelving in said device. There were things that were almost universal when one got down to it in terms of design. Such as bottles for drinks and meal bags or rather in the modern era, the bento box.
Before me lay a sight that almost brought tears to my eyes, a bottle of beer, with words of that strange script and an image of a sheaf of wheat within a crimson rhombus.
The soft blue glow flickered as my hand reached towards the bottle before vanishing as I reached the boundary of the interior, transitioning to a soft white glow. All done without the use of a light bulb that I could see.
Ah... the condensation was no trick of the light, no phantasmal illusion, for was the bottle not cool in my hand. While there was a lunch box in there, I felt a sense of wrongness of taking it. Alcohol was obviously fair game, and while I could also take the meal that had sat right by it...
It was in theory wrong to take food that belonged to someone else, even if they didn't need it any more. Why, it might be full of roasted soybeans, unlikely as that was.
Despite my conscience telling me that this was a bad thing to do, I took said lunch box in its metal container after holding said bottle head in my mouth.
The bottle cap opener was naturally also acquired before I backed out of the room as slowly and carefully as I had entered.
A nod of gratitude to the long dead man and I left the room.
Wiping the dust off everything only made sense before I popped the cap off the bottle.
I could only sigh in delight as I breathed in deeply the perfumy-rich aroma before I licked my lips and tilted the bottle towards my mouth.
Ahh...
It was bliss.
Absolute pleasure.
There was the fruitiness that hinted at pears and peaches, a light dryness.
"Ahhhh.... that really does hit the spot."
With that I looked to the sandwiches with an unknown mysterious meat sliced thinly and sauces.
*** To be continued ***
The monitor room was small. Almost tiny in a sense. And yet, despite that... there was a logic behind the placement of where things were. There always was.
Which was why I looked towards the wall opposite the bank of monitors. Filing cabinets of a dull dark metal, or what looked like metal were lined against the wall.
And in the corner almost hidden away in the shadows, a squad little metal block with a soft glowing display on its door.
[ Это должно быть ошибкой капитализма. Северные районы ]
With an unknown text blinking at me. I was leery at opening the door of this strange device.
Ah... but my thirst overcame this worry of tempering in the affairs of the unknown. Who knew what it said, where opening it might reveal unspeakable horrors or expose me to strange energies.
The winning bet was that since this was in a relatively low key environment, a close circuit watch room that there would be nothing dangerous or that it had been full-proofed to the best ability of the people who had built the ruins that I walked in.
They were people. Likely human or something close to such in shape and thought, given the lack of horns and other evidence of inhumanity on the mummified corpse.
Which was why I wasn't too surprised when the door swung open with a pneumatic hiss as pistons pushed from near the bottom of the unit when I tapped on the door where the handle ought to be on a fridge. A soft ethereal blue radiance was the first thing I saw along with mist flowing out of the gap that slowly widened.
And eventually I was rewarded... with the sight of shelving in said device. There were things that were almost universal when one got down to it in terms of design. Such as bottles for drinks and meal bags or rather in the modern era, the bento box.
Before me lay a sight that almost brought tears to my eyes, a bottle of beer, with words of that strange script and an image of a sheaf of wheat within a crimson rhombus.
The soft blue glow flickered as my hand reached towards the bottle before vanishing as I reached the boundary of the interior, transitioning to a soft white glow. All done without the use of a light bulb that I could see.
Ah... the condensation was no trick of the light, no phantasmal illusion, for was the bottle not cool in my hand. While there was a lunch box in there, I felt a sense of wrongness of taking it. Alcohol was obviously fair game, and while I could also take the meal that had sat right by it...
It was in theory wrong to take food that belonged to someone else, even if they didn't need it any more. Why, it might be full of roasted soybeans, unlikely as that was.
Despite my conscience telling me that this was a bad thing to do, I took said lunch box in its metal container after holding said bottle head in my mouth.
The bottle cap opener was naturally also acquired before I backed out of the room as slowly and carefully as I had entered.
A nod of gratitude to the long dead man and I left the room.
Wiping the dust off everything only made sense before I popped the cap off the bottle.
I could only sigh in delight as I breathed in deeply the perfumy-rich aroma before I licked my lips and tilted the bottle towards my mouth.
Ahh...
It was bliss.
Absolute pleasure.
There was the fruitiness that hinted at pears and peaches, a light dryness.
"Ahhhh.... that really does hit the spot."
With that I looked to the sandwiches with an unknown mysterious meat sliced thinly and sauces.
*** To be continued ***
- Location
- Elsewhere
But it's also wrong to waste food.
There are starving mummies in Africa who would love to have that lunch and this guy is just ignoring it!
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
Lol... it's absolutely acquired.
09
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
I lifted the sandwich to my face to examine it closer. The thinly sliced meat within the two pieces of white bread had the texture of firm tofu and colored in hues that I was certain meat didn't come in naturally. But I could be wrong, I wasn't too studied in the various sciences, and it was possible that meat could come in red, blue, and even green.
Still, despite this, my nose told the truth, this was meat. The sauces were more iffy, smelling of chemicals and faint traces of plants such as mustard, tomato, and cucumbers.
Despite, the oddity of it all... it was not in my nature to shy away from strange new food and drinks. And thus, I bit down on the sandwich.
I chewed that small bite of bread, meat, and sauce, making sure to masticate the mixture properly before swallowing it all down.
[A-U-M]
Given that I had traces of the sauce on my lip, I licked them clean and repeated the bite once more.
The sandwich was absolutely delicious.
It wasn't because the bread was a light fluffy thing that seemed made of air, sugar, and bleached flour. For it was certainly much lighter fare than I was used to. But it wasn't something alien to me, being similar to the bread brought over to my homeland by the westerners. Not that I had been present for that event.
Perhaps it was because I has seen it, wanted it and had just taken it, fitting into my nature that made it more delicious. I was a firm believer in enjoying one's self in the present. After all, if there is good food to be eaten, good wine to be drunk, and delightful appetizers to go with such, then by all means, one should enjoy themselves.
Perhaps, it was the unknown meat and sauces that spoke to my carnivorous nature.
In truth, however, it was something else. There was a certain weight to the sandwich, much like there had been to the beer. Admittedly, I enjoyed the single sip more for the taste and coolness that I ignored everything else.
No, there was a richness beyond the taste and texture of the sandwich. It sounded nonsensical to me, but the sandwich tasted more... real as if it was more sandwich than a normal sandwich.
If this was a wuxia story, there would have been things here of cultivation food and drink. But such things being used by a simple guard who watched the equivalent of a close circuit television... such a thing sounded far too farcical even for me.
No, it was likely the very environment and substance that made everything more real. That ever presence hum that still reverberated down my horns and deep into my body was very likely a part of it.
The apples that I had harvested and kept with me lacked that sensation of being more apple than normal apples. I tested one of them to compare it against the sandwich and beer, and it was tart and sweet, but that was within the normal standard of expectations.
It didn't take long, but the meal... was devoured swiftly and I enjoyed it more than I had thought I would.
Which left me with the small issue of finding a way out of the endless corridors and rooms.
True, I could go back to that door, and the pastoral field... but that didn't sit right with me. I clapped my hands clean, before adding the empty bento box and beer bottle to my ersatz bag that I was holding the apples in.
If this was a game or perhaps one of those stories, there would have been notifications of things being changed in my inventory on my character sheet.
But this was reality, and not so convenient.
*** To be continued ***
Still, despite this, my nose told the truth, this was meat. The sauces were more iffy, smelling of chemicals and faint traces of plants such as mustard, tomato, and cucumbers.
Despite, the oddity of it all... it was not in my nature to shy away from strange new food and drinks. And thus, I bit down on the sandwich.
I chewed that small bite of bread, meat, and sauce, making sure to masticate the mixture properly before swallowing it all down.
[A-U-M]
Given that I had traces of the sauce on my lip, I licked them clean and repeated the bite once more.
The sandwich was absolutely delicious.
It wasn't because the bread was a light fluffy thing that seemed made of air, sugar, and bleached flour. For it was certainly much lighter fare than I was used to. But it wasn't something alien to me, being similar to the bread brought over to my homeland by the westerners. Not that I had been present for that event.
Perhaps it was because I has seen it, wanted it and had just taken it, fitting into my nature that made it more delicious. I was a firm believer in enjoying one's self in the present. After all, if there is good food to be eaten, good wine to be drunk, and delightful appetizers to go with such, then by all means, one should enjoy themselves.
Perhaps, it was the unknown meat and sauces that spoke to my carnivorous nature.
In truth, however, it was something else. There was a certain weight to the sandwich, much like there had been to the beer. Admittedly, I enjoyed the single sip more for the taste and coolness that I ignored everything else.
No, there was a richness beyond the taste and texture of the sandwich. It sounded nonsensical to me, but the sandwich tasted more... real as if it was more sandwich than a normal sandwich.
If this was a wuxia story, there would have been things here of cultivation food and drink. But such things being used by a simple guard who watched the equivalent of a close circuit television... such a thing sounded far too farcical even for me.
No, it was likely the very environment and substance that made everything more real. That ever presence hum that still reverberated down my horns and deep into my body was very likely a part of it.
The apples that I had harvested and kept with me lacked that sensation of being more apple than normal apples. I tested one of them to compare it against the sandwich and beer, and it was tart and sweet, but that was within the normal standard of expectations.
It didn't take long, but the meal... was devoured swiftly and I enjoyed it more than I had thought I would.
Which left me with the small issue of finding a way out of the endless corridors and rooms.
True, I could go back to that door, and the pastoral field... but that didn't sit right with me. I clapped my hands clean, before adding the empty bento box and beer bottle to my ersatz bag that I was holding the apples in.
If this was a game or perhaps one of those stories, there would have been notifications of things being changed in my inventory on my character sheet.
But this was reality, and not so convenient.
*** To be continued ***
- Location
- Elsewhere
I'm always disappointed when my sandwiches lack sufficient sandwichness.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
You and everyone else. :3I'm always disappointed when my sandwiches lack sufficient sandwichness.
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
[A-U-M]
"The world being what it is... I, honestly, shouldn't be surprised." I could only sigh and shake my head as I looked into a gaping darkness. "Really, I shouldn't."
I had continued my exploration of the hallways after my quick meal. And while there had been an end to said hallway, it had branched off to my left and right. While a single door had stood at the junction.
Opening it had revealed...
Well, I need not go on about the yawning darkness from my pulling the door open.
After all, it was the same old familiar sight that I had seen earlier in those doorways on a nice pastoral field with goats that likely were far wiser than I by being content to stay where they were. After all, they had easy access to food in the form of grass, fallen apples, easy access to water in the small streams in that field.
Still, what I gazed at wasn't quite the same as what I had been on the other side. True, it was darkness beyond comparison, with shapes hinted at in said shadows.
Only instead of a floor of stone that stretched outwards, it was a small platform that extended into the darkness with spiraling stairs up and down.
Careful... very careful... examination revealed that said platform had metal barriers to prevent accidents. More importantly... with the light from the doorway into the corridor, I had found something more important... a bank of switches.
They were placed slightly higher than I would have found comfortable, but then... I wasn't exactly tall by the standards of humanity. Despite their height, if there were switches, they were clearly meant to be flipped.
And so, I flipped them up, one by one.
And lo, there was light as a hum and the scent of ozone filled the air.
A counterpoint. But one that was filled with energy, potential transformed from the state of rest to that which was active and moving.
I turned to look at the cavernous room revealed by the harsh light. Banks of immense turbines, pipes that ran from the floor far below into the ceiling concealed by the very source of the light that allowed me to see. Here and there, I could see shadows from walkways on a higher level with corresponding doors.
Arcs of lightning danced within tubes that were more like cages constructed of glass, or perhaps, it would have been more accurate to call them massive pipes of glass.
Blinking away the spots in my sight, I looked down at the distant floor where here and there I could see control stations with dials that glowed balefully.
This... I was not expecting.
*** To be continued ***
"The world being what it is... I, honestly, shouldn't be surprised." I could only sigh and shake my head as I looked into a gaping darkness. "Really, I shouldn't."
I had continued my exploration of the hallways after my quick meal. And while there had been an end to said hallway, it had branched off to my left and right. While a single door had stood at the junction.
Opening it had revealed...
Well, I need not go on about the yawning darkness from my pulling the door open.
After all, it was the same old familiar sight that I had seen earlier in those doorways on a nice pastoral field with goats that likely were far wiser than I by being content to stay where they were. After all, they had easy access to food in the form of grass, fallen apples, easy access to water in the small streams in that field.
Still, what I gazed at wasn't quite the same as what I had been on the other side. True, it was darkness beyond comparison, with shapes hinted at in said shadows.
Only instead of a floor of stone that stretched outwards, it was a small platform that extended into the darkness with spiraling stairs up and down.
Careful... very careful... examination revealed that said platform had metal barriers to prevent accidents. More importantly... with the light from the doorway into the corridor, I had found something more important... a bank of switches.
They were placed slightly higher than I would have found comfortable, but then... I wasn't exactly tall by the standards of humanity. Despite their height, if there were switches, they were clearly meant to be flipped.
And so, I flipped them up, one by one.
And lo, there was light as a hum and the scent of ozone filled the air.
A counterpoint. But one that was filled with energy, potential transformed from the state of rest to that which was active and moving.
I turned to look at the cavernous room revealed by the harsh light. Banks of immense turbines, pipes that ran from the floor far below into the ceiling concealed by the very source of the light that allowed me to see. Here and there, I could see shadows from walkways on a higher level with corresponding doors.
Arcs of lightning danced within tubes that were more like cages constructed of glass, or perhaps, it would have been more accurate to call them massive pipes of glass.
Blinking away the spots in my sight, I looked down at the distant floor where here and there I could see control stations with dials that glowed balefully.
This... I was not expecting.
*** To be continued ***
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
[A-U-M]
Having looked up and down the spiraling stairs, it really was a coin flip if I would go down or up.
...
Metaphorically speaking.
That said, while the walkways were more shadows against the lightning than something I could focus on... I could see where they crisscrossed the room. Given the size of said cavernous room, and the lack of supports from beneath, the walkways had to be crafted of some incredible science fictional or fantasy material with additional enhancements and had additional support from the ceiling.
More importantly, there was the fact that I could see spiraling stairs here and there at junctures on walkways and where they connected to the walls and platforms like the one I stood on. Logically, there would be other doors like the one I just used to enter the room.
I could always investigate them... later.
For now, I raced down the stairs... my slender body gaining speed as gravity aided my momentum, and I slowly tilted forwards. For a vague definition of 'slowly'.
With a laugh on my mouth, I could myself slipping over the hand guard and for a brief moment... I hung in midair before I caught myself, and swung myself back against the hand guard with nothing more than my delicate toes.
My laughter rang out in this empty and silent chamber, reverberating and growing as it echoed among the cyclopean machinery and pipes. I had forgotten what it meant to be an oni, to live in the moment. I had been far too tame, for far too long. Domesticated by the conveniences of humanity, by the wonders they had wrought.
My body slowed and crippled by accumulated damage over time. The ever present pain that I had gotten used to, had learned to ignored, had adapted around... gone since I woke up all those many hours ago. The unseen chains that had bound my mind and body shattered.
Back and forth, my legs pumped and I raced down the exterior of the stairs, my hair whipped in the wind wildly.
Closer to the floor, I paused for a moment and eyed a particular control station even as my body was suspended in midair by the grip of my toes. My breath was steady even as I bent my knees and pulled myself back against the hand guard...
And...
Pushed...
Off...
As my toes released their grip, I found myself flying or perhaps it was more accurate to call it free fall, tumbling without any control on my part before slamming into the ground in a crouch, my feet wide apart with one knee contacting the ground, and one of my hand to give me balance.
I got up and looked at the control station I had landed right in front of.
Perfectly on target.
There was a seal with [ Отдел абстрактных проблем ] and a much smaller [ многообразное колесо молитв ] labeling the panels before me. True, there were tiny toggles, massive pull switches that looked as if they belonged to a power generator. Which given the massive turbines behind me made it kind of obvious what they were for.
There were also glowing analog dials with their indicators just above the red.
It was only natural that I pushed the large pull switches forwards, to turn on this particular station.
...
...
I had a moment.
[ A U M ]
A single moment before I found myself surrounded by air that quickly thickened, and soon felt difficult to move in...
[ M A A ]
Before it became heavy. Enough to push me down to the ground, forcing me to all fours as perspiration beaded on my body.
[ N I I ]
Behind me, I could hear the turbines slowly spinning... gathering speed as they shook off the stillness of unknown ages.
[ B A D ]
The vibrations from the turbines... the wheels. They were words.
[ M E I ]
No. It would be more accurate to call them... prayers. Effusive prayers.
[ H U M ]
This... this was bad. I could only look behind me at the massive prayer wheels spinning, roaring out their prayers to purify the evils in the world.
Mechanical enlightenment... to uplift spirits with Generosity, Ethics, Patience, Diligence, Renunciation, and Wisdom. The prayers were channeled upwards... and that was perhaps the saving grace.
I might not understand the words. But I knew of what they embodied. I knew this instinctively.
Truly, I had been a fool to not inspect those wheels before starting them.
At this rate, I would be purified...
At this rate, I would...
I would...
I...
*** To be continued? ***
Write-tanuki notes : Sadly, I have run out of stock due to me being distracted by FGO and doing other... stuff. So, you guys are caught up, and nao there is going to be delays.
Having looked up and down the spiraling stairs, it really was a coin flip if I would go down or up.
...
Metaphorically speaking.
That said, while the walkways were more shadows against the lightning than something I could focus on... I could see where they crisscrossed the room. Given the size of said cavernous room, and the lack of supports from beneath, the walkways had to be crafted of some incredible science fictional or fantasy material with additional enhancements and had additional support from the ceiling.
More importantly, there was the fact that I could see spiraling stairs here and there at junctures on walkways and where they connected to the walls and platforms like the one I stood on. Logically, there would be other doors like the one I just used to enter the room.
I could always investigate them... later.
For now, I raced down the stairs... my slender body gaining speed as gravity aided my momentum, and I slowly tilted forwards. For a vague definition of 'slowly'.
With a laugh on my mouth, I could myself slipping over the hand guard and for a brief moment... I hung in midair before I caught myself, and swung myself back against the hand guard with nothing more than my delicate toes.
My laughter rang out in this empty and silent chamber, reverberating and growing as it echoed among the cyclopean machinery and pipes. I had forgotten what it meant to be an oni, to live in the moment. I had been far too tame, for far too long. Domesticated by the conveniences of humanity, by the wonders they had wrought.
My body slowed and crippled by accumulated damage over time. The ever present pain that I had gotten used to, had learned to ignored, had adapted around... gone since I woke up all those many hours ago. The unseen chains that had bound my mind and body shattered.
Back and forth, my legs pumped and I raced down the exterior of the stairs, my hair whipped in the wind wildly.
Closer to the floor, I paused for a moment and eyed a particular control station even as my body was suspended in midair by the grip of my toes. My breath was steady even as I bent my knees and pulled myself back against the hand guard...
And...
Pushed...
Off...
As my toes released their grip, I found myself flying or perhaps it was more accurate to call it free fall, tumbling without any control on my part before slamming into the ground in a crouch, my feet wide apart with one knee contacting the ground, and one of my hand to give me balance.
I got up and looked at the control station I had landed right in front of.
Perfectly on target.
There was a seal with [ Отдел абстрактных проблем ] and a much smaller [ многообразное колесо молитв ] labeling the panels before me. True, there were tiny toggles, massive pull switches that looked as if they belonged to a power generator. Which given the massive turbines behind me made it kind of obvious what they were for.
There were also glowing analog dials with their indicators just above the red.
It was only natural that I pushed the large pull switches forwards, to turn on this particular station.
...
...
I had a moment.
[ A U M ]
A single moment before I found myself surrounded by air that quickly thickened, and soon felt difficult to move in...
[ M A A ]
Before it became heavy. Enough to push me down to the ground, forcing me to all fours as perspiration beaded on my body.
[ N I I ]
Behind me, I could hear the turbines slowly spinning... gathering speed as they shook off the stillness of unknown ages.
[ B A D ]
The vibrations from the turbines... the wheels. They were words.
[ M E I ]
No. It would be more accurate to call them... prayers. Effusive prayers.
[ H U M ]
This... this was bad. I could only look behind me at the massive prayer wheels spinning, roaring out their prayers to purify the evils in the world.
Mechanical enlightenment... to uplift spirits with Generosity, Ethics, Patience, Diligence, Renunciation, and Wisdom. The prayers were channeled upwards... and that was perhaps the saving grace.
I might not understand the words. But I knew of what they embodied. I knew this instinctively.
Truly, I had been a fool to not inspect those wheels before starting them.
At this rate, I would be purified...
At this rate, I would...
I would...
I...
*** To be continued? ***
Write-tanuki notes : Sadly, I have run out of stock due to me being distracted by FGO and doing other... stuff. So, you guys are caught up, and nao there is going to be delays.
Demonianism
I'm not possessed, this is normal.
- Location
- United States
....well now I don't have a choice but to watch this now.
- Location
- Elsewhere
"I am an Oni, I will crush your bones! Rah!"
"Would you like a beer first?"
"Ooh beer. *Glug* I will crush your bones once I'm done with the beer."
"Here, have some french fries too."
"What is a french fry? *chomp* Well, it's good. I'll eat those too."
"Would you like to sit down? Here is a Laz-y-boy recliner."
"Why do they call it, oooooo that's comfortable."
"Weren't you going to crush my bones?"
"Can't...get...up...too...comfortable..."
Frakir's brother
Goodbye.
- Location
- The Sea of Trees
You FGO Shuten? Pageboy hair would suggest that and the sheer enjoyment of anything would also suggest that.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
ish... ish dat soh?
That's... that's sadly about right.
Main character might be inspired by certain Oni.
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
I...
I...
I was.
I exist.
I raged.
[ A U M ]
For an endless eternity, I struggled against the omnipresent pressure of radiant light and prayers.
[ M A A ]
To push against that overwhelming pressure. To rise. To stand.
[ N I I ]
All against the relentless mechanical chanting and reading of holy sutras. The language was unknown, but their core concept held true.
[ B A D ]
Their inherent enlightenment was anathema to one of my kind.
[ M E I ]
While I hadn't meant to turn it on, the fact was I couldn't turn it off.
[ H U M ]
Not with the way the prayers projected sufficient might to force me to the ground. I was not a sage like the fabled Stone Monkey, and thus possessing great taoist magic alongside unspeakable strength that rendered him equal to heaven.
But even he had been dealt with by the great Sage of Shakka, sealed beneath a mountain and bound by a holy talisman.
I was naught but an oni. The others of my kind called me a great oni, a mighty existence that was beyond comparison, murmuring such things about being a child of dragons, gods, witches as they were wont to.
I was simply myself.
And I denied the prayers.
I denied the benevolence.
The enlightenment that came with their purity.
I.
I was.
I would not be snuffed out here.
I would not be purified into nothing more than dust in the air.
And with each affirmation of what I was, reached deeper within my body. The scorching inferno within my heart flickered beneath the weight of the prayer, a pale echo of what I had in my youth... it had faded with time. And yet, those feeble dregs had burned on even as the air grew thinner and the other supernatural beings and creatures vanished one by one as if they had never been... mere phantasmal illusions of a bygone era.
I had endured.
I had shielded the very essence that burned within me all those long years, even as I made merry.
I now fed it my rage.
The sweetness of my continued existence.
The intoxicating pleasure of new discoveries.
New tastes.
New drinks.
And even the horror of being pinned down by an overwhelming relentless machine from which prayers roared unendingly.
With each new experience, that heady flame grew. A metaphorical supernatural heat that burned within my slender frame as it raged out from my heart.
With eyes closed, I took a deep breath and pushed with my body enhanced with demonic magic, with the brute force of a proud oni. Ah... it had been a long time since I had held my pride high, hadn't it.
Despite this, as I struggled, I didn't miss the pitta patta sound of feet upon the ground. Calmly making its way to me... or rather the control station I was trapped near.
Or the loud thunk of the pull switches being pulled down. And the turbines, that relentless river of prayers slowed down from a gushing rapids to a gentle stream before stopping.
Without the thick heavy air surrounding me, I stood up once more... to gaze at the being who had released me from my accidental self-bondage.
The words I would use for That Being was absolute blackness and absolute light. A figure of perfect darkness, the only things I could make out were eyes of gold, and hair the color of the sun, cut short. While a filmy sublime radiance hung around her, hissing and crackling.
The other Thing of note was a device that hung upon That Being's chest, wings of purest silver and gold folded upon itself.
Could it be?
Was I trapped in one of those stories, and THIS. This was the part where I met the deity who would send me to the new world or tell me that I had died and this was what passed for the afterlife?
[ Вы здесь не принадлежите. ] It spoke, and yet... they were in a language I understood not.
And thus, I made the lack of communication clear. "I... I'm sorry. But I don't understand you."
That figure paused for a moment as if thinking, before gesturing. Its aura distorted itself... gaining definition, sharp edged wings of light that unfolded outwards to fill the world, and I felt something distort around me.
....
....
....
I could only shake my head here as I struggled to blink away the spots in my vision.
[ Do you understand me now, creature of burning passion and thirst? ] The words slipped into my mind, and I understood That Being.
I truly was in one of those Isekai stories, wasn't I?
*** To be continued? ***
I...
I was.
I exist.
I raged.
[ A U M ]
For an endless eternity, I struggled against the omnipresent pressure of radiant light and prayers.
[ M A A ]
To push against that overwhelming pressure. To rise. To stand.
[ N I I ]
All against the relentless mechanical chanting and reading of holy sutras. The language was unknown, but their core concept held true.
[ B A D ]
Their inherent enlightenment was anathema to one of my kind.
[ M E I ]
While I hadn't meant to turn it on, the fact was I couldn't turn it off.
[ H U M ]
Not with the way the prayers projected sufficient might to force me to the ground. I was not a sage like the fabled Stone Monkey, and thus possessing great taoist magic alongside unspeakable strength that rendered him equal to heaven.
But even he had been dealt with by the great Sage of Shakka, sealed beneath a mountain and bound by a holy talisman.
I was naught but an oni. The others of my kind called me a great oni, a mighty existence that was beyond comparison, murmuring such things about being a child of dragons, gods, witches as they were wont to.
I was simply myself.
And I denied the prayers.
I denied the benevolence.
The enlightenment that came with their purity.
I.
I was.
I would not be snuffed out here.
I would not be purified into nothing more than dust in the air.
And with each affirmation of what I was, reached deeper within my body. The scorching inferno within my heart flickered beneath the weight of the prayer, a pale echo of what I had in my youth... it had faded with time. And yet, those feeble dregs had burned on even as the air grew thinner and the other supernatural beings and creatures vanished one by one as if they had never been... mere phantasmal illusions of a bygone era.
I had endured.
I had shielded the very essence that burned within me all those long years, even as I made merry.
I now fed it my rage.
The sweetness of my continued existence.
The intoxicating pleasure of new discoveries.
New tastes.
New drinks.
And even the horror of being pinned down by an overwhelming relentless machine from which prayers roared unendingly.
With each new experience, that heady flame grew. A metaphorical supernatural heat that burned within my slender frame as it raged out from my heart.
With eyes closed, I took a deep breath and pushed with my body enhanced with demonic magic, with the brute force of a proud oni. Ah... it had been a long time since I had held my pride high, hadn't it.
Despite this, as I struggled, I didn't miss the pitta patta sound of feet upon the ground. Calmly making its way to me... or rather the control station I was trapped near.
Or the loud thunk of the pull switches being pulled down. And the turbines, that relentless river of prayers slowed down from a gushing rapids to a gentle stream before stopping.
Without the thick heavy air surrounding me, I stood up once more... to gaze at the being who had released me from my accidental self-bondage.
The words I would use for That Being was absolute blackness and absolute light. A figure of perfect darkness, the only things I could make out were eyes of gold, and hair the color of the sun, cut short. While a filmy sublime radiance hung around her, hissing and crackling.
The other Thing of note was a device that hung upon That Being's chest, wings of purest silver and gold folded upon itself.
Could it be?
Was I trapped in one of those stories, and THIS. This was the part where I met the deity who would send me to the new world or tell me that I had died and this was what passed for the afterlife?
[ Вы здесь не принадлежите. ] It spoke, and yet... they were in a language I understood not.
And thus, I made the lack of communication clear. "I... I'm sorry. But I don't understand you."
That figure paused for a moment as if thinking, before gesturing. Its aura distorted itself... gaining definition, sharp edged wings of light that unfolded outwards to fill the world, and I felt something distort around me.
....
....
....
I could only shake my head here as I struggled to blink away the spots in my vision.
[ Do you understand me now, creature of burning passion and thirst? ] The words slipped into my mind, and I understood That Being.
I truly was in one of those Isekai stories, wasn't I?
*** To be continued? ***
13
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
It fit too much. I was one of those Isekai novel protagonists, complete with a divine figure as a guide.
And yet...
And yet my very first instinct was to punch That Being in its face. It wasn't a very strong instinct or reaction, but it was the first one.
Thankfully, I held off on punching that divine being... I could sense that divinity there. Restrained and sealed away, but it was just bubbling away just slightly beyond my perception.
[ Be not afraid. ]
....
I found myself speechless as I raised a finger, before I thought on what I was about to say before lowering it once more.
"Really. That's your go to introduction?" I had to frown at That Being. I was tempted to call it Being X after a certain series of novels... but that might get me in trouble. After all, this was no demon but a actual divinity. Worse, I didn't know what said divinity was in charge of, it's portfolio could make it absolutely harmless or a danger beyond comparison.
I paused as I realized what I had said... even if it was inadvertently.
In a just world... this would have been because I had sufficient self consciousness on appropriateness of my words. Sadly, this wasn't the case... rather, it was more because I noticed how close The Being's delicate hands were to the levers that I had used to accidentally turn on the prayer turbines.
"Ah... not that there is anything wrong with a classical introduction like that, right?" Thankfully, I was swift in continuing on. "After all, it's from that indian faith... ahh... I think they called it Kirisuto-kyō, right?"
There was a pause as That Being just looked at me as if in shock or was that awe at my ability to remember a human religion. Still, with any human religion, there were oddities such as the holiday celebration with fried chicken. I decided not to bring that up as it might not be the high point of said faith in the eyes of a divinity.
[ You... no, I suppose religion might not be a strong point or a memorable thing for one of your kind, would it? ] There was a hint of a frown on its face. [ Still, you are familiar with it enough to know it came from that group of religion. And to reference it's origins in Japan on ... ]
Here I had to smile and shrug.
[ Fascinating. Still, the matter remains that you should not be here. No one should be here on this level. ]
"Well... I suppose not. But it's where I ended up when I walked into that door way from the field I woke up in." There was a air of surprise from That Being's posture at what I had said, as if what I had said had truly surprised it.
[ The utilidor, hmmm. ] There was a shake of head, before it gestured behind to the side.
I could sense the air thicken for a moment as golden energy inscribed themselves in the empty air, forming a complex pattern. At its core, there was a 'simple' ring while around it runes burned and linked together to form complex geometrical patterns that folded in on itself.
The air twisted before a portal formed as numbers spun in the center before stopping briefly at / 9784047291737 / and then fading away...
Revealing... a glittering city of steel and glass, and buildings of mirrors and neon lights that shone even in the light of day.
This was, I had to admit,... unexpected. Usually, one would expect a fantasy milieu for a divine being to be more comfortable in.
Still, it was clear that The Being didn't want me here... and likely would appreciate it if I left.
Given that I was a reasonable person, I entered the door way and into a warm balmy alley. The scent in the breezes told me numerous things, such as the presence of humanity here in the form of alcohol and delightful food, there was also the stink of assorted chemicals such as that of petroleum based vehicles...
Civilization being what it was, I naturally put on my blouse and while munching on an apple, stepped out into this new world.
It was something interesting.
*** To be continued ***
And yet...
And yet my very first instinct was to punch That Being in its face. It wasn't a very strong instinct or reaction, but it was the first one.
Thankfully, I held off on punching that divine being... I could sense that divinity there. Restrained and sealed away, but it was just bubbling away just slightly beyond my perception.
[ Be not afraid. ]
....
I found myself speechless as I raised a finger, before I thought on what I was about to say before lowering it once more.
"Really. That's your go to introduction?" I had to frown at That Being. I was tempted to call it Being X after a certain series of novels... but that might get me in trouble. After all, this was no demon but a actual divinity. Worse, I didn't know what said divinity was in charge of, it's portfolio could make it absolutely harmless or a danger beyond comparison.
I paused as I realized what I had said... even if it was inadvertently.
In a just world... this would have been because I had sufficient self consciousness on appropriateness of my words. Sadly, this wasn't the case... rather, it was more because I noticed how close The Being's delicate hands were to the levers that I had used to accidentally turn on the prayer turbines.
"Ah... not that there is anything wrong with a classical introduction like that, right?" Thankfully, I was swift in continuing on. "After all, it's from that indian faith... ahh... I think they called it Kirisuto-kyō, right?"
There was a pause as That Being just looked at me as if in shock or was that awe at my ability to remember a human religion. Still, with any human religion, there were oddities such as the holiday celebration with fried chicken. I decided not to bring that up as it might not be the high point of said faith in the eyes of a divinity.
[ You... no, I suppose religion might not be a strong point or a memorable thing for one of your kind, would it? ] There was a hint of a frown on its face. [ Still, you are familiar with it enough to know it came from that group of religion. And to reference it's origins in Japan on ... ]
Here I had to smile and shrug.
[ Fascinating. Still, the matter remains that you should not be here. No one should be here on this level. ]
"Well... I suppose not. But it's where I ended up when I walked into that door way from the field I woke up in." There was a air of surprise from That Being's posture at what I had said, as if what I had said had truly surprised it.
[ The utilidor, hmmm. ] There was a shake of head, before it gestured behind to the side.
I could sense the air thicken for a moment as golden energy inscribed themselves in the empty air, forming a complex pattern. At its core, there was a 'simple' ring while around it runes burned and linked together to form complex geometrical patterns that folded in on itself.
The air twisted before a portal formed as numbers spun in the center before stopping briefly at / 9784047291737 / and then fading away...
Revealing... a glittering city of steel and glass, and buildings of mirrors and neon lights that shone even in the light of day.
This was, I had to admit,... unexpected. Usually, one would expect a fantasy milieu for a divine being to be more comfortable in.
Still, it was clear that The Being didn't want me here... and likely would appreciate it if I left.
Given that I was a reasonable person, I entered the door way and into a warm balmy alley. The scent in the breezes told me numerous things, such as the presence of humanity here in the form of alcohol and delightful food, there was also the stink of assorted chemicals such as that of petroleum based vehicles...
Civilization being what it was, I naturally put on my blouse and while munching on an apple, stepped out into this new world.
It was something interesting.
*** To be continued ***
- Location
- Elsewhere
"This is your pin number. You will need to use this for all future transactions. For security reasons, it will only be shown for 0.3 seconds. Have a nice day."
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
There has always been a plot. There has never been a plot.
And we are still in the Tower.
Mechanical prayer wheels are a thing real life. :3
Pin numbers... ho ho ho~
14
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
It was clear as I stepped out of the alley that I was not back home. Such a thing would have been too convenient.
But anything new was something generally interesting. Even if for a short time.
And I had to admit that a New World story that had a return to the original world right off the bat... that would have been absolutely different.
Still, that left me admiring the city I was in. As things went, it was a symbol of human ingenuity. Full of glittering towers that reached to the heavens, flying airships with signs advertising various things such as off world colonization... and yet, on the level of the streets where I walked... things were more grimy. A sharp contrast in much the manner that one would expect from a dystopian 'punk setting.
The only problem with this city didn't lie in its futuristic aesthetic or its grimy street levels. It wasn't even the ads that were displayed on flying airships.
I might have believed that I had been returned to my world while years or perhaps even decades had passed while I had wandered about in that hallway, much like Urashima Tarō's stay in the Dragon Palace or perhaps King Muchukunda's battle with the Asuras and his subsequent long rest. The passage of time was an understandable thing.
And yet... it was something else that gave me understanding that I was not home.
It was the people.
Despite the fact that everything was sized for humanity, the people that wandered about the streets were pigs. Or rather piglets.
Adorable, delicious walking tender pork chops.
True, they were dressed like humans, they were walking on two feet. They talked to each other, they sat in driverless cars and buses.
But at the end of the day, they were also... plump piglets. Yearling pigs.
Still, despite the visible difference between me and them, they were not frightened or even concerned when they saw me. True, that might have been in part from the fact that they had about as much mass as me even if they were shorter but far more stout.
Rather, they seemed happy to photo me with their phones and then continue on.
In such a situation, there was but one thing to do.
Yes, the only thing to do.
Locate the nearest bar.
If they were an intelligent species, they must have invented alcohol. And if they were truly different, they would have discovered new ways of brewing such things. There might also be the vague notions on just what they would have replaced bacon and other pork-based food.
New drinks and new foods.
This was shaping up to be an excellent time to be alive. I would have to thank the Divine Being the next time I saw it.
*** To be continued ***
But anything new was something generally interesting. Even if for a short time.
And I had to admit that a New World story that had a return to the original world right off the bat... that would have been absolutely different.
Still, that left me admiring the city I was in. As things went, it was a symbol of human ingenuity. Full of glittering towers that reached to the heavens, flying airships with signs advertising various things such as off world colonization... and yet, on the level of the streets where I walked... things were more grimy. A sharp contrast in much the manner that one would expect from a dystopian 'punk setting.
The only problem with this city didn't lie in its futuristic aesthetic or its grimy street levels. It wasn't even the ads that were displayed on flying airships.
I might have believed that I had been returned to my world while years or perhaps even decades had passed while I had wandered about in that hallway, much like Urashima Tarō's stay in the Dragon Palace or perhaps King Muchukunda's battle with the Asuras and his subsequent long rest. The passage of time was an understandable thing.
And yet... it was something else that gave me understanding that I was not home.
It was the people.
Despite the fact that everything was sized for humanity, the people that wandered about the streets were pigs. Or rather piglets.
Adorable, delicious walking tender pork chops.
True, they were dressed like humans, they were walking on two feet. They talked to each other, they sat in driverless cars and buses.
But at the end of the day, they were also... plump piglets. Yearling pigs.
Still, despite the visible difference between me and them, they were not frightened or even concerned when they saw me. True, that might have been in part from the fact that they had about as much mass as me even if they were shorter but far more stout.
Rather, they seemed happy to photo me with their phones and then continue on.
In such a situation, there was but one thing to do.
Yes, the only thing to do.
Locate the nearest bar.
If they were an intelligent species, they must have invented alcohol. And if they were truly different, they would have discovered new ways of brewing such things. There might also be the vague notions on just what they would have replaced bacon and other pork-based food.
New drinks and new foods.
This was shaping up to be an excellent time to be alive. I would have to thank the Divine Being the next time I saw it.
*** To be continued ***
Demonianism
I'm not possessed, this is normal.
- Location
- United States
Sounds like an oni to me....
IF ( alcoholAmount = 0 )
IF ( alcoholAmount = 0 )
GET angry;
else if ( result = something )DRINK alcohol;
elseDRINK alcohol;
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
She is an oni...