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 seven 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 tomorrow.

Your library is currently playing host to a number of confectionery-based life forms, which you are preparing to begin, and in the process of, experimentation upon. You have decided that Fairies would be useful to have on hand. You are currently in the process of negotiating with Remilia for the use of hers.

You have failed to make an offer she is interested in, but she has brought up three possible exchanges: Unrestricted use of the fixed portal in your library, Some measure of your own blood, drawn directly from the source, or a Favor to be called in at a later date, which you will be unable to refuse. You have concerns about all of these options. If it comes down to it, though, you can alwa

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“There was a time that I thought all was well in this world, that it wasn’t governed by the things I now am forced to see. However, these last few days have shown me just how Naïve I really was. I thought the things I heard were stories, blown out of proportion, told by the elders to keep us in check and ensure good behavior, and to keep what remained of their youth alive. It was because I didn’t listen to their warnings, their tales if you will, that I find myself in the situation I am now; my regret… is Immeasurable.

It all started when a few of my friends were daring each other to enter the woods, all in jest, but it was clear that none of them were willing to leave the clearing that our village sits in. Finding their unwarranted fear amusing I went up to them and said, “What too afraid of the shadows? Don’t tell me you actually believe the carp they tell us.”

Most of them were still smiling, though a few more the more proud ones seemed riled up. Keitaro, my friend of many years, spoke up, “If you are so unafraid, you go visit the puppeteer that lives in the forest and bring back proof?” His eyes had the usual spark in them.

I took a deep sigh and said with a lamenting voice, “I would, but I know not where her residence is; ‘Monsters’ or not a forest is dangerous when lost.”

My friend smiled, “Then you just so happen to be in luck, last time she was in town my mother go directions to her home.”

Shiratoga, who I don’t know very well, spoke with a confused face, “Why would she want directions to her home, especially when you have to go through the forest?”

Keitaro shrugged, “She has moods in which she tries out new things. Last time she tried to become the best card player, and the time before that it was carving,” he shrugs again, “Anyways that doesn’t matter what does matter is that I have directions.” He pauses to smile at me. “So you no longer have an excuse to get out of it, unless of course you are... as you put it ‘afraid of the shadows?”

I shrugged nonchalantly in response, “Well go get these directions that you claim to have so I can be off, perhaps

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You can't bear it anymore! You are about to reach your limit, the pain! The bones of the skeleton are slowly piercing your stomach. You start beelding. But you can't do anything! Your strenght is not enough to hold the weight of the monster and it slowly crushes you. "Sakuyaaaa!!!" you shout, starting to loose your hope. In response the monster starts to roar louder, but it doesn't move an inch. You are damned! But before you could give up, your only hope speaks to you:
"Master! Master!" she speaks fast. How could you forget about Fionel?
"Fionel! DO SOMETHING!" you shout.
"But what should I do?" she says on a scared voice.
"Lure it away!" you respond.
"I won't be the bait!" she angrily responds.
"Just make it move off from me!" you shout.
"How?" she says. Does she think this is funny?
"Fly before it, or shout at it, or stab it!" you say, thinking about whenever you get out of this pressuring situation, should you kick her ass, or should you focuse on the monster?
But before you could start raging, the monster moves! It roars in pain, and moves a bit, it still stands on the door. But so the monster is loosing its balance, and the pressuring weight from your left hand eases a little, and you can turn the door aside! The monster fells, and you see the scared fairy dropping the knife onto the ground. She cut the monster's leg! Good! But the knife hits ground on the other side of the monster. God, why is she so stupid? Where is the pistol? You can't find it.
"Where is the pistol?" you say.
"I don't know!" the fairy replies as she hides herself behind something. You have no time to search for it.
You kick the skeleton off from yourself, but the skull remains on you:
"Damn you! Even after you are dead, you are still torturing people!" you fret yourself. Then you look at the monster.
It looks like it is a vampire, its skin is pale, it has big fangs, but its greater than you. Much greater! And with his grotesk face it looks like a real monster!
The monster roars at you as it gets up. You shout at it:
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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 eight 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 it will all be useless after a few days, at most.

Your library is currently playing host to a number of confectionery-based life forms, which you will soon experiment upon. You have spent the day turning a millenia-old greek giant infused into a stone golem into a woman, and she looks quite pleased as she inspects the new form. You have sent Marisa Kirisame away to 'do things', though as a plate of dinner is sitting out and cooling as it waits for her, she will likely return soon. You much doubt that anything important transpired on her ventures, as she likely dismissed your instruction to instead badger the shrine maiden into providing tea and snacks for the day.

Your health, as a reminder, is at 54/100 following a potion's consumption, and today r

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>>	Kahi 2011/12/28(Wed)12:32 No. 50489 Actually, nix 'what do', didn't notice it was past autosage. Huh. New thread sometime soon.

>>	Anonymous 2011/12/28(Wed)12:55 No. 50490 How bout offering her outsider blood? We could give her a few students...I imagine it would be an interessing punishment for the worst students. Or a great motivation for the best students to keep their grades high.

>>	Kahi 2011/12/28(Wed)13:33 No. 50492 File 132507923554.jpg - (142.52KB , 500x667 , 67c73672212a9ef68fc4d9c667398755.jpg ) [iqdb] No real anything to go into more detail on, at a glance. Next thread is this way: >>50491

Pic mostly unrelated, but hey, it's Remi. This update wouldn't have had a pic if the old thread had more room.

Previous thread: >>44718

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[x] Do as she suggests and go to sleep.

If that’s what she says... You’re not completely sure if her “early” matches with your definition of the word, though. Then again, considering that it’s getting early, it doesn’t really matter.
“Is there anything else you need, then?”
“No, but there’s one thing I want to tell you: Don’t worry about Flandre. She’ll be back before sunrise.”
She reaches for her book as you nod and get up to leave.

The corridor is as silent as usually. Deciding to head downstairs for something small to eat, you notice that the main doors are open. Kind of odd since you definitely closed them when you came in, but it’s probably better to leave them as is. In the unlikely case that someone who shouldn’t have come in actually went and came in, closing the doors won’t help since the locks can be opened from the inside even if you don’t have a key.

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Here's a birthday present for Alkarl on IRC. He was okay with it being posted publicly, so all of you get to enjoy it, too. Slightly NSFW.
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I stare at my notes, spread out hither and yon across the workshop, over dolls, on workbenches, and tucked into boxes of fabric. My gaze roams over them like that of person who has lost some item in the last five minutes, and tries, repeatedly, to search the same three pockets over and over, hoping that on the seventh try, perhaps, it will have magically been there all along. Once I am no longer able to fool myself, to believe that there is something here I must have missed, I sigh in resignation. The book I need is probably at the Mansion.

...In Voile.

Let me be the first to say that I have no issue with Patchouli. She is a brilliant woman, although perhaps not of the most sunny disposition. Still, we are alike in our natures, and in our passion and thirst for discerning the secrets of the world. Our focuses differ, as do our ages, but she is, in some respects, a role model of sorts.

No, it is not her that instills this feeling of reluctance within me. What makes me uneasy is...

My face feels hot at the very thought of it, from anger, from embarrassment, and from memories, many of which, I am loathe to admit, are not entirely unpleasant. Shanghai and Hourai pretend not to notice, which is a kindness.

Unable to come up with any further excuses, I begin to pack the things I'll need for the trip. I also lock up: not just as a matter of course, but because I might not be back for...

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You are Patchouli Knowledge MARISA KIRISAME. You're working for Patchy for a while. Your magic is based on LOVE and LASERS and STARS.

You got thrown out of the library to go do 'interesting things'. You've more or less managed it so far, what with the Kourindou and the Dinosaurs, and the Lasers, and Mokou dying, once, but it's only about lunchtime, and you aren't supposed to come back until a little after dinner. Well, you'll figure out something to fill the time.

[ ] What do you do?

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>>	Anonymous 2011/11/23(Wed)06:42 No. 49978 >>49977 If the alternative is spending every minute of every day running around frantically trying to amuse Yukari then bring it on.

>>	Marisa's Excellent Abridged Journal Kahi 2011/11/23(Wed)19:20 No. 49979 File 132207600039.jpg - (52.40KB , 600x600 , bfd5672a50e331f47f823886be9aa30026538915.jpg ) [iqdb] Stuff happened. It was pretty fun.

>>	Kahi 2011/11/23(Wed)19:34 No. 49981 New Thread: >>49980

DERP WARS
Duuuuude, everything’s really pretty!

Featuring a brand new, freshly-painted and re-stuccoed fourth wall!

Why try and break cliché when you can follow it so hard that it breaks by itself?

Don’t get mad; get glad! And then make combustible lemonade.

Only you can prevent forest fires!

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 nine 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 it will all be useless after a few days, at most.

You have recently delivered a litter and dealt with related matters, as well as speaking to Keine who owns a possibly literal monster of a coffee machine, as well as Ran who you are currently sitting across a table from.

[ ] What do you do?

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 it seems like a temporary relocation is in your near future. 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 one hundred 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, 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 it will all be useless after a few days, at most.

You have spent some time taking care of business, followed by discovering Yukari's Meddlesome Amusement and making your initial response to that. Upon your return, you discovered the entry of a Yukkuri with what appears to be above average cognitive function, and its companion/wife. It seems they will be having a litter soon. You have no firm plans about them, but have already begun initial study, almost out of habit more than anything else. In any case, it seems like Sakuya will not let you throw her new pet out, at least.

Dinner has been served, and following it you are currently in deep thought, regarding a number of matters.

[ ] What do you do?