Well, whatever. What happens in the beast's lair is none of your concern, as long as you and your human are safe. And since his offering seems to have appeased the beast itself, even put the both of you in its favour, you see no reason to go wandering. The sound repeats, slightly louder this time, almost insistent, and you just ignore it. The subsequent silence is almost petulant.

However, it is quickly broken by the return of the red-white. She sets down a small tray and pours tea for the three of you. Taking a place at the other side of the table, she relaxes quickly - or at least appears to. She settles onto one elbow.

"So. What do you want?" She cuts right to the chase. Your human doesn't answer immediately, instead electing to take a drink from his tea. He looks down at it curiously, and speaks.

"You know, if you use the smaller, lighter leaves, you get a much better flavour." He laughs at her expression. "Now, now, don't make that face. I had to make do with weed tea for a few years, myself. It's admittedly a bit of an acquired taste, but you learn a few tricks after a while." Curiously, you pick up your own cup and take a sniff. It's certainly a strong-smelling sort of tea. However, it's all you can do to keep from spitting it out when you taste it. It's really terrible. You make a face, and set the tea down. He continues, "But yes, I did come for more than to just give you money."

"Of course. What's your problem? A particularly troublesome youkai?" She slides her eyes over to you for the barest second. "Or maybe not. So? What is it?" She manages to somehow sound just as impatient as she does laid back. Taking a sip from her own cup, she looks as miraculously unperturbed by the taste as your human. ...Maybe it's just a human thing. Speaking of humans, yours is pulling that rectangle from earlier out. And a little stick. The terrible creature across the table simply looks slightly curious.

"Tell me a story."

“…Excuse me?” She’s surprised. Off balance.

“A story. You resolved all those

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I stood by the doorway, hesitant to commit fully to disturbing her. The memory of the last time I questioned her instruction was still fresh in my mind. I hoped it would not be like that again, “Mistress, a moment of your time if I may?”

“What is it that you want?” She did not look up from her cup of tea, eyes fixed on the hot vapor rising from the beverage.

“I wish to know of your assessment regarding my performance,” I put it directly, “What you believed happened and why it did.”

“Why?” She asked simply.

“To better myself if possible,” I explained.

“Are you incapable of reaching a conclusion yourself?”

“That is not it. I merely thought that your insight might reveal something I overlooked.”

Alice finally raised her gaze, giving me a hard stare. The warm wisps of steam were a sharp contrast to the coldness of her expression. She rebuked me harshly, “I am your instructor, not someone whom must hold your hand every time you waver. Do not waste my time without attempting to even resolve matters yourself. I have given you all the tools you need to learn and grow in skill. The paucity of result should not be my responsibility as it is not my effort that determines the outcome.”

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Chapter 3

I apologize for the delay as I had to contend with work and a mind that just wouldn't focus.

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[X] I’d be honored to visit soon.
[X] Mother would be happy to hear that.

After thinking about it a little, I figure it’d be an honor. “I would be honored to visit your house, and I believe that my Mother would be happy to hear you’re coming over for dinner.” Happy, however, may be something of an understatement.

Wriggle smiles in response. “Sounds great! Could we head over to your house now? I wanted to look at some books with you while we still had time.” That actually reminds me of the book store in the area, though I don’t go to it much. My family already owns just about everything worth reading, and whenever something new is written Father ends up buying it.

“Sure, though I’m not sure if my parents are home or not at the moment.” Judging from the sun, it’s about the 16th or 17th hour of the day. Still, she takes my hand in hers and practically drags me home.

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[ ] Aye, if she asks, you must trust your dear dollmaker.


In the end your mind swiftly streams through trammeling twists, for this question is no question at all. So you nod slightly, so with a small smile your dear dollmaker draws back and the two of you walk after the shield-thane once more.

"I don't think anyone's going to like what they see, when we gat back out however." Alice then tells you her voice surprisingly flat for soch a grave announcement.

"You know this well, I would wager." You answer her, the words bringing a chuckle from the Seven-Coloured Sorceress.

"I left Shanghai to keep an eye on Marisa." Alice answers you with a sly smile. "It's a trick we use sometimes."

You steal a swift glance at her and see that it is how she tells, the small puppet is nowhere in sight.

You feel strangely disappointed by this fact.

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This is a thread of what might have been, what may yet be and what never could have been.

Basically some stuff that I've been toying with for a while. Let's see how it turns out.

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The Slaying of Yuka Kazami; Epilogue Norseman!Mt7GrRaEMc 09/10/03(Sat)21:32 No. 18336 File 125460557677.jpg - (216.27KB , 591x797 , yuka8.jpg ) [iqdb] Remember when I said this was finished? I lied. --- "And this was the tale." The storyteller said, as the two men strolled through an ashen grove. "And now we shall see if another Saga is to be be forged." "I still don't like it." His companion grumbled, scratching his long, red beard. "It would have been better if she had died in honourable combat, not tricked and trapped by Laufey's Son." "Perhaps so, perhaps so. Yet could mortal man and fire-god prevail against such power? And is it noble to crush those too weak to resist?" "Still, she was brave." The redbeard objected, his voice half-indignant. "She deserved better." "Perhaps she shall have it?" The storyteller mused with a small smile on his lips. Silence reigned as they completed their trek. There, waiting, was a tall, fair woman, her locks flowing out in the wind. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>	Anonymous 09/10/03(Sat)22:13 No. 18339 >>18336 Well I guess Yuuka's afterlife isn't so bad. I feel sorry for whoever messed up her garden in Asgard.

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Norseman!Mt7GrRaEMc 12/05/05(Sat)03:45 No. 25012 File 133618951194.png - (474.29KB , 650x900 , marisa34.png ) [iqdb] As opposed to the other stories this actually has something to do with the main Saga. So here goes: --- The wanderer walks through green sea of wood this day, heart unburdened, mind without worry. Where forest-walker's spirit wills no man can say, perhaps not even the one who strides through spruce-grove and beneath birch-branch. Those who live in the forest see not the wanderer, and if they do, they pay little mind. A slow-running river appears, and there the forest-strider settles down and lifts a rock from the riverbank. It bounces away over the waves and sinks into the deeps, followed by a steady gaze. "I could get used to this." The wanderer's voice tells to the slow, sleeping spirits of the wood. Another stone skips across the water, then a third. "Would it be so bad to lie down here and let the world do as it pleases for an age or two? What do you say?" The wind weaves through bough and branch, ten thousand green tongues giving reply to strider's speech. "Oh, I am old. Older than you even." The wanderer laughs, "You hear that bird singing so sweetly there? How many hundreds of generations of those tongues have you heard spinning their songs? I've seen as many of your kind grow from acorn to their full might and witnessed new life growing from their seeds again and again. Do you realize how I must feel?" The voice falls silent, and the wind makes no reply. Only the voices of stone skipping on water are heard for many long moments. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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>>	Anonymous 12/05/04(Fri)20:43 No. 25009 [x] Ask granny how to vote on 184-23

>>	Anonymous 12/05/05(Sat)02:07 No. 25010 >>25002 Your wishes are my command. I had to re read the thread, just so you know. [x] Talk with Grandma about… - [x] …what she had wanted to tell you back at her home. - [x] …the purple lady. Ask her if she knows anything about her.

>>	Serial ATA!CG1CgoidvU 12/05/06(Sun)09:52 No. 25018 File 13362979314.jpg - (398.88KB , 1600x1200 , eeede60a804ebd282e8f165c6e678bd1.jpg ) [iqdb] Thread's almost auto-saged, so update will be posted in a new thread.

[ ] Introduce yourself as...
- [ ] The song-smith of the north, weaver of verses and skald of skill.


A moment flashes past, one of judgement and doubt entwined into one. Thoughts race through your mind, wondering whether you should seek to find the answer she must be looking for, or whether you should tell her what you feel in your heart. Perhaps these are one and the same, perhaps not.

Still, Sons of Odin are not ones to hesitate, and in a sudden flash of insight you choose which one among the many titles you could claim you should choose. Silver tongue unbound, song forged with wit and skill, tale told truly, these do you bring with you, for no other skill is as great as the stave-smithing.

You stand tall and proud, you face the guardian of this strange town, and you sing.

"Hail, glorious guardian, you who would know the one who now stands before her.
Hail, listen to the words, tangled tale untwisted when silver togue speaks.
Listen, you loyal thane who would stand before your hearth and home,
You who would shield the town of spellbound realm, hear honour's voice.

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>>	Anonymous 12/03/12(Mon)21:28 No. 24855 And the cycle continues.

>>	Anonymous 12/04/15(Sun)16:31 No. 24950 File 133450749113.jpg - (97.05KB , 600x946 , Stuff.jpg ) [iqdb] Still waiting.

>>	Anonymous 12/04/19(Thu)04:08 No. 24969 Still alive?

"Mgrgrlbleh..."

Muttering nonsense in my half-awake state, I sit up from the makeshift bed. While leaves aren't the most comfortable cushion, it does not irritate the stems of my wings like the bedrock would. The first thing I notice is the lack of heat. With a flick of my pale hand towards the small pile of coals, the makeshift fireplace smolders to life. I look around lazily, brushing my mahogany hair out of my eyes. This helps little, as my brown eyes aren't meant for the darkness that being four feet underground tends to have.

All I can make out with the lightly burning lumps of bark is that nothing changed overnight. The small hole I found under the tree is still unaffected by the harsh winter blizzards; my routine of melting the snow that plugs the only entrance is likely a factor. Yawning, I debate on whether to sleep through the day again or not.

Hopping off the pile of leaves, I rip of a piece of one and use it to blow my nose. While being just under half a foot tall has it's downsides, I never tire of it's benefits, with "using small objects in ways larger fairies couldn't dream of" being in the top 5. I flash-burn the leaf into ash and wipe my hands onto my already-soot-covered red, one-piece dress; after ruining my only other outfit by trying to turn the dress into a shirt/shorts two-piece, I figure that nobody is going to see me in this thing, anyway. Stretching my almost-invisible two pairs of wings, I stare into the small fire and let my mind wander...

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>>	Anonymous 12/02/25(Sat)17:03 No. 24778 >>24717 Hooray!

>>	Anonymous 12/03/07(Wed)04:58 No. 24850 File 133109629440.jpg - (42.39KB , 292x256 , 1192774992170.jpg ) [iqdb] >>24717

>>	Anonymous 12/05/15(Tue)23:19 No. 25050 File 133712395937.jpg - (1.50MB , 2496x3645 , 36a935abe3fc049fd534b4dd2aa2df26.jpg ) [iqdb] I miss this one.

Chapter two
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The update should be up in the next day or two.

As far as the picture in question? It's both a hint at the update and something Yuki and Wriggle discussed at Rinnosuke's shop.

It's been a week and a half after falling into this strange world and being saved by the black-white witch. If it weren't for her, you'd be frozen to death by that damn blue haired fairy, although you wouldn't agree with her (somewhat extreme) methods of rescue. You got over the flight sickness easily enough. She introduced herself as Marisa Kirisame(a curious blend of European and Japanese names) and offered you a place to stay for a while. You decided to pay your dues to Marisa by working as a helper in her magic shop but man oh man, you're beginning to regret it. Not only are you now an accessory to at least 3 counts of robbery but you also find that your back is about to break from all the lifting she's having you do. Still you can't really complain. After all, she let you sleep in her guest room which is actually rather cosy compared the place you were living before you ended up here. She's a good cook, and despite the fact that the floor is a mess, it's still strangely navigable. It's like the floor is in some sort of orderly chaos.

You stand in front of a bubbling cauldron in the fireplace, keeping an eye on its contents for Marisa while she looks for stirring equipment in the adjacent room. You hear her shouting something urgently. "Hey! put .... potion in .... cauldron, I'd say it's .... ready!" You can barely hear her due to the acoustics in the room. "Do .... quick it should be about to .... over ze!" She's right, it is about to boil over. You spot a couple of potions on top of the mantelpiece. Working quickly, you pour in....

[] The yellow smoky potion.
[] The blue swirling potion.

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This will primarily be a /d/ story, the specifics of which will be revealed in the next post. and I hope to keep it a brief as possible as I don't think I have the stamina for a long ass story.