You spot a familiar miko nearby, talking to a young looking woman with green hair and a rather fancy hat. Choosing a course of action, you make your way over.

As you approach, Reimu notices you and smiles. “And here’s the man of the hour. That was a rather entertaining speech you gave up there.”

“I would have said more, but you know how Remi gets when she’s upstaged.”

The shrine maiden laughs a bit, and your attention turns to the woman she was talking to.

… A shiver runs up your spine. The way she’s looking at you is incredibly… piercing, as though she’s looking into your heart.

“Uhh…”

“The sin of abandoning your loved ones is a heavy one,” she says abruptly. “I would say more, but it looks as though you’re already reflecting on it.” Then she smiles. “It takes great strength of character to admit to your sins and work on redeeming them. I wish more people would do so.”

This conversation just got rather personal. You open your mouth to say as much, but you’re beaten to the punch by Reimu.

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You are Patchouli Knowledge, a physically frail and sickly magician of profound aptitude and power. You live in the Voile Archives of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, though you have constructed a tower elsewhere, without internal fixtures as yet, which you may or may not inhabit much. You are Friends with Remilia, the vampire who owns the mansion, who considers it entirely too much effort to try to feed off you. Your Magical Potency varies somewhat from day to day, depending on how long of an incantation you can manage before breaking off into a fit of coughs, and how much strain your body can handle in addition to the rigors of illness. You currently have a box of ninety five vials of Medication stored in the library to offset the worst of the days, however, though it will later exact a toll, and your new Magical Focus eases use of magic to a significant degree. It seems that Luck can play a reasonable part in keeping yourself healthy, though effects may vary, as can the Hakurei Hot Spring.

Your magic is based on Elementalism primarily, though you are also skilled in Diabolism and Other Summonings, which can be surprisingly versatile, particularly in combination with Golems. You can also create Homunculi, if you have the materials to hand. You do not have any suitable samples of the key ingredient, however, as Koakuma harvested far more than you could probably have used, and it's gone quite off.

Your library is currently playing host to a subterranean spider, an 'ordinary' witch, a pair of male greek giants inhabiting the form of statuary and a young maiden, and a number of confectionary-based life forms, which are the focus of your private experimentations. Some of which are interesting enough that you might keep them, once through. You are currently contemplating Poison and paying visits to certain people. These two items are, as it happens, unrelated.

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[ ] What do you do?

Now comes in four different threads!

Previous thread: >>45883

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[x] Wherever she wants to go.

“I’m fine with anything.”
Following Remilia out of the room, you voice your opinion. Patchouli’s emotionless gaze follows you until the door closes again. As soon as that happens, your hand is released from Remilia’s.

“They say you should not forget your gods. Let us visit them. You got some spare change, right?”
She checks some place in the hem of her dress. Then another one. Just how many pockets does every one of her dresses have?

“No, I don’t have any.”

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Here's where you'll find the random SDM-related shorts I decide to write in my spare time when I'm procrastinating on an actual update feeling particularly inspired.

Note these shorts could be anywhere from silly little AFT side-stories you don't see in the main story itself, to strange "what if" scenarios using AFT characters but having nothing to do with the story, or they could just be altogether random stuff. If a particular short is "AFT canon" with regards to the vague plot, I'll let you know.


Happy reading~!

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Owen!MqTkhp80TA 12/05/16(Wed)23:11 No. 53132 File 13372098959.png - (362.48KB , 364x1316 , A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Lady.png ) [iqdb] >>53020 >Each time I read something from this, I cry a bit when I remember the story is actually over. I'll never see more of your Flandre, the fairies and everyone the way you wrote them again apart from sidestories now and then. Such is the sad fate of every story that ends. And don’t we all know it. You can see the even sadder alternative all over the site: stories that just continue on and on with no plan to end, many of them ultimately becoming unceremoniously abandoned when the troubles of life whisk their writers away. Better to shed a tear for closure than to shed a tear for a lack of it. But I thank you for crying; as odd as that sounds, you can’t cry unless you really care about something, and I’m always happy to find people who care about what I do. >Come to think of it, how do you feel about it yourself as the writer? Now that is a big question. I'll try to answer it as simply as possible, but without just gushing for a dozen paragraphs there's no way I'll be able to cover everything. I can definitely say my feelings are overwhelmingly positive; AFT was a much bigger investment of my time and effort than ASSM or anything I’d written before it, but I feel that the effort really paid off. That's one of my greatest accomplishments with the story, in my opinion: that I was able to learn from the low points of my previous story and improve to make something even better. AFT is really one of the first pieces of writing I was able to look back on after the fact and say, "I am genuinely proud of how this turned out"; the same cannot be said of ASSM, or even of some of the things I've written after AFT. Every time I go back to look or think about AFT, I'm amazed at just how much I learned through it, both about writing and about myself. I have a feeling that in ten or twenty years I'm going to look back on everything I've written and say that this story is the o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>	Anonymous 12/05/17(Thu)15:46 No. 53134 >>53132 Not the one that asked how you feel, but wow. That's pretty inspiring. ...I need to go reread AFT, now.

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Serial ATA!n7aMCKsvzM 12/05/19(Sat)12:50 No. 53200 File 13374318283.jpg - (1.29MB , 1920x1200 , d6d151fc1b31433974002ba15f2a2ed8.jpg ) [iqdb] >>53132 As a writer, I envy you even more than ever after reading this post. I wish I could speak more of mind, but you have said basically what I wanted to say. Looking forward to read more stories from you, Owen. Have a Flandre.

First story. Had an idea, went with it, so let's see how this goes. I hope to entertain you all.
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The first sense that registers is the cold. An overwhelming chill permeates your body with a thousand pinpricks standing out, their source obscured by the darkness. What a strange world this is, dark and full of-

-Oh, wait a second.

You open your eyes.

Black is abruptly replaced with white. White powder above, white ground below, white covering brown trees all around. Snow, you think absently, the word coming to mind unbidden. You wonder briefly at how this happened before dismissing it as unimportant, and sit up.

Snow falls off your body in soft clumps as you look yourself over, gaze flowing over your body and words flowing into your brain. Hands, check, fingers paled by the cold but still functional. Breasts, two of those. Legs, arms, a bit spindly but they'll do. And-

Snow puffs into the back of your neck, and you crane your neck around to gaze at your last two limbs, fluttering involuntarily. Wings. Pale green gossamer constructs, slightly dampened by the snow. A darker green filigree traces out patterns across their surface, as if scribed there. Undoubtedly, these are the raiments of a-

“Fairy.” Your mouth forms around the word, your first, then is forced open again as a current runs through your brain.

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How long is a cold century,
when one waits for love?
But what good is love
if it turns to rot?
For an eternity I've waited
for eternity with you.
For an eternity I've waited
for love undying.
For an eternity I've waited.

But not anymore.

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"So you just let her inside? Do you have any idea-"

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You've been counting entries as they came. This most recent makes... six. That's the last, with seven mortal men in total.

The chalked circle is long since wiped away and the tome of eldritch lore concealed beneath the couch once more, so there's very little odd to let on that the situation is not as it should be. Save, of course, that the host is the, to all appearances delighted, centerpiece of a grand display of drunken-ness and lust.

This final arrival, however, is unfortunately quite thoroughly sober, and seems to have sufficient scruples that he's not only not joining in to the party, but he's left and he's moving for the door to leave.

That simply won't do.

You rise, setting papers to the side, and slide the lock of the door with a soft click.

"... What are you doing?"

"Oh, you can't go, dear. Not yet. The party has only just begun~" You say, stalking close.

He tries to shove you away and move for the door again, but is surprised to find that your physical prowess is by far superior to that which a human woman of your size and frame could muster. He struggles as you hold him in place and force the Charm on him, attempts to escape growing weaker and more feeble until he settles into compliant silence.

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Kahi 12/05/08(Tue)20:40 No. 53006 File 13365096046.jpg - (1.90MB , 1039x1476 , 1284e42ca8a080f2c0df9d70cafc11cc55f77129.jpg ) [iqdb] "My poison?" The spider says, after rubbing the last traces of slumber from her eyes. "Well, uhm... I'm immune to it, so I don't know all the details from experience. First, you get... sort of tingly and numb? Then you realize that you're paralyzed and can't move at all while you're being wrapped up in a silk pouch. And after that it's spread through your body and starts melting everything down into a delicious drink, fermenting over a week or so until it's ready... um. Can you imagine a sort of steak slurry, shredded into a thick liquid and cut half and half with beer?" "... Unfortunately, yes." You admit, stomach protesting the mental image. "Yeah, it's nothing like that. But that's the closest I can describe it." she says. "Lethal without treatment, then." ".... I guess." Yamame says, thoughtfully. "I mean... yeah, it probably does kill you. I think. I mean, I've never asked someone if it was the poison or me drinking them that finished them off, and I don't know that they'd answer, but-" In any case, it doesn't seem that you can just hold the spider in place and milk her glands. Her venom doesn't seem suitable at all. "Well... that aside, I wonder if you would be interested in participating in lessons." "Magic isn't really my strong point..." Yamame admits. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Kahi 12/05/08(Tue)20:42 No. 53007 File 133650974173.jpg - (126.96KB , 553x750 , 05197f867a0708bf132ffe86a08f811f7578e793.jpg ) [iqdb] Koakuma's recompense: That was... paragraph 898, B-12.... no, that wasn't it. C-12. .... Maybe C-13? No. No, it was 107 X-73, to be... sure? That isn't it either. Well... obviously Koakuma gets something out of the deal. She didn't just get talked around and droned at until she was fed up enough to forget to get some sort of reward for her effort. Right? Family Tree, summarized: Koakuma sired Cosette upon the Nameless Female Thrall. Cosette thereafter seduced and ensnared a fairly wealthy gentleman by the name of Frederick Evans, and eventually had two children, Lily and Petunia by name. Whether they were his children is ambiguous, but in any case they found themselves in possession of his last name. On the other side of the family, Cepheus Potter finally 'settled down' and retired from the Auror Corps after his wife became involved in a rather traumatic incident which neither of them speak of after. A private healer is brought in, sworn to secrecy, and advises that it is unlikely that children will be conceived at this point. In spite of this appraisal, James is later born of their union, quite the surprise to many parties due to the couple's advanced age. Whether there was some measure of taint clinging to the wife, which incubated and hibernated through the conception of this child, is unknown. The family tree following this is fairly well known, however. Kirisame: Will lie flippantly, blatantly, and almost pathologically, if it suits her purpose. Does not seem willing to break deals, however. Seems like it might be default behavior she can't escape, as the daughter of a shopkeeper.

>>	Kahi 12/05/08(Tue)20:59 No. 53009 >>53008 New thread

You spend a few moments considering how you could mess with this guy. Well, if you were Patchouli, you could just make a homunculi or golem, and kill that, theoretically. Well, it's kind of iffy, though. Golem is probably out, but a homunculi might do it. ... If you had the recipe memorized and could make one of those things basically at will the way she could. Sadly, you're not that magically stupendous, and so... well, you could muddle it together and get one. Might take you a week or three to figure it all out, though. Probably too much time to bother with something like that.

Doesn't stop the whole puppy idea, though. It's just so childishly, endearingly wicked that you're sort of fond of the notion.

Except none of it will work, sadly.

He specified, after all... 'she does not live long enough to publish the thesis she is preparing.' 'Is' preparing. Not 'may prepare' or 'will soon prepare', but the one that she is currently preparing at this very moment. So it doesn't matter what you name 'Miriam Stocker' and have write a thesis, since as they would not be at the moment of this contract's agreement writing a thesis, they would not in any way qualify.

Shame.

Well, there's nothing stopping you from killing a puppy or two, though. You won't get anything or be able to jerk this guy around by doing it, of course. So it would just be for kicks~ And there's still the loophole that 'publishing' is not the same as 'finishing', and all... So, there's that too. And you can just change her name, though even the fastest paperwork will take a few days to complete itself.

"The terms are acceptable, mortal." You agree. "In price, I will take... that girl. And that boy. Have them cleaned." You continue, specifying the youngest of both genders. Ooh, Teach Koakuma has a special lesson waiting for those two~

"Agreed, then. The contract is struck." the summoner says, and the dim glow to the circle fades as he releases it. Aaaah~ You stretch, a little smugly and lazil

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Finally done. Not done well, but hey, what can you do?

>>32293
I'll trust your judgment as to how 'lol' your opinions are, but don't sell yourself short. Every little bit helps.

>>32294
I try to write my updates more-or-less straight through, without jumping around between paragraphs, in order to avoid having to throw away writing that doesn't match up well with the story above it, which means that by the time I write the choices, it's usually past midnight and I'm all writefagged out. If something that seems obvious is missing, assume I just forgot to include it and write it in; if it's something like the one in this vote which goes along with the spirit of the primary vote, I'll generally include it or something like it regardless of how many people vote for it, unless later voters specifically disapprove of it. And don't worry about dying because nobody thought of a write-in; if I provide choices for a vote, at least one of those choices will result in a favorable outcome of some sort. Though that's not to say that I'm wouldn't hold back a more favorable outcome for the hidden write-in option. Stay on your toes~

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[X] I had to leave it to Patchouli. I was still too injured to do anything but get in the way.
[X] Well, there was one thing I could do: quickly warn her of the source of the explosions.

"Patchouli! It's going to explode!" I called out to her, dropping to one knee and taking the strain off of my shattered ankle. She looked away from the thrall and towards me for a moment, surprise registering on her features, and as her attacker continued to race towards her, she abandoned her defensive posture and turned and ran.

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You are Patchouli Knowledge, a physically frail and sickly magician of profound aptitude and power. You live in the Voile Archives of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, though you have constructed a tower elsewhere, without internal fixtures as yet, which you may or may not inhabit much. You are Friends with Remilia, the vampire who owns the mansion, who considers it entirely too much effort to try to feed off you. Your Magical Potency varies somewhat from day to day, depending on how long of an incantation you can manage before breaking off into a fit of coughs, and how much strain your body can handle in addition to the rigors of illness. You currently have a box of ninety six vials of Medication stored in the library to offset the worst of the days, however, though it will later exact a toll, and your new Magical Focus eases use of magic to a significant degree. It seems that Luck can play a reasonable part in keeping yourself healthy, though effects may vary, as can the Hakurei Hot Spring.

Your magic is based on Elementalism primarily, though you are also skilled in Diabolism and Other Summonings, which can be surprisingly versatile, particularly in combination with Golems. You can also create Homunculi, if you have the materials to hand. You have the most important ingredient in stock, but you estimate it will be useless for the purpose by the end of the day.

Your library is currently playing host to a number of confectionery-based life forms, which you are in the process of experimenting upon. You have done a reasonable amount of experimentation, recently. You have completed a meeting regarding your employment and spent some time wandering about a series of storefronts, followed by crafting one building and making adjustments to another. You have also purchased the gift of moderately priced alcohol, which you will have to remember to poison appropriately before delivery.

You are currently on the grounds of Hogwarts Castle, having just concluded that a duel with a skilled duelist, for the sake of student entertainment and inter-faculty camraderie, is an absolutely spiffing idea. Or at least Al

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