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45323 No. 45323 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
Holy shit, it's new thread time. Wow. Perfect time for a revival, I guess.

Hey folks, I started writing this again. Hopefully I can make it to the end of a chapter this time, at least.


[x] Demonology

“Here, first.” You point to the section marked ‘demonology’. Your only knowledge of demons so far is hearsay, so in dealing with the real thing you should get some hard facts. Nothing is more dangerous than a bad assumption.

“O'l med imdoviru telwevdyjri hods dsi bovitdoem dson on dygomk...” Muttering this, the woman snaps her fingers, and the wood panel the two of you are on rises off the floor and drifts out among the labyrinthian shelves.

You gaze at the card-map in fascination as you travel, watching the sketch move and flow from all angles. Eventually, the disembodied floor stops by a group of shelves, and attaches itself, seeming to grow together at the seam.

To describe the feeling of the place as “magical” would give it too much of a positive connotation. The air could only be described as “sinister,” with a hint of “seductive” lingering around the edges. Your guide seems uncomfortable, too.
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>> No. 45422
[x] Try to pry yourself out of the floor. Hopefully the wood is at least a little bendy.
>> No. 45427
[X] Crack your memory about the book and see if you can figure out what went wrong.

wins. Somehow, I had failed to notice that I had more than two votes in my thread.

Maybe I'm going senile?
>> No. 45436

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21602 No. 21602 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
So here's something I've been wanting to do from when all of this started. The idea's changed a little since then, but it's still an /sdm/ story. What makes it a little different is that the emphasis will be more on Sakuya than the other characters. That and write-ins only. I'm not good at coming up with choices, so I hate doing it. I'll leave it up to you guys. You'll be able to tell when it's voting time.
Also, this anon was born and raised in Gensokyo, for those of you who don't pick it up.


"Everything must be perfect. We have some very important guests here tonight. Treat them with the utmost respect."
Your manager has the group of you lined up and is giving one of his typical speeches. Of course, by "very important" he really means "well paying". He wouldn't want such esteemed customers to stop coming to his fine establishment. Still, you're happy with this. If they're as rich as you think, they should tip you quite well. If you don't screw up, that is. Which brings you back to the manager's speech. Anyone making a mistake tonight will undoubtedly have their pay cut, if not outright fired. The pressure is definitely going to have the opposite effect, though. You can only shudder at the thought of how much stress the kitchen staff is under.

Regardless, you're quite looking forward to the night's activities. You've heard rumours of a certain guest attending tonight. The Scarlet Devil herself will be making an appearance. Gossip claims that she is amazingly beautiful, but that her mere presence is strangely frightening. Some people even go so far as to claim that she's a vampire. You'd think it's ridiculous, but you've come to learn throughout your life that in Gensokyo, anything is possible. Stranger things have happened. Like how the Scarlet Devil Mansion suddenly appeared in Gensokyo, for example, or the strange incidents that followed. Even so, you doubt she could be more than an eccentric bat youkai.

"Right, that's all. The guests are about to be seated. Alright... You." He looks your way. Bas
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>> No. 45500
>>27972 here

Am I going to have to draw another Cirno maid? Because so help me, I will draw another Cirno maid.
>> No. 45501
Let sleeping dogs lie. At this point, the return of this story is becoming a myth told of in legends.
>> No. 45502
Please draw another Cirno maid

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Might as well deal with Remilia. But first….

You float down to the gate. “Hello, Meiling.”

The gate-guard looks up, stands, and salutes. “Good afternoon, sir!”

You blink, a bit taken aback. “No need to be so formal. Call me Wallace.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll have none of that, sir. You deserve my respect and discipline, and that’s what I’ll give.”

Someone who sleeps on the job really shouldn’t talk about ‘discipline’, but you decide to keep your mouth shut. “Alright. So, what’s been up?”

“Not much. Cirno came by, trying to pawn off her frozen frogs as a miracle cure, but I sent her on her way.”

Cirno? “Who’s Cirno?”
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>> No. 45009
In the end he will just leave again.
>> No. 45010
Jeez, have some faith in him.
>> No. 45209
You missed.

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-Outside the window, I saw the solemn floating, red moon.
-Its complex pelt of shadows begin to creep up to me.
-Even though its as fragile as glass when I touch it,
-It'll depict its round shape before morning breaks through the fragments.
-It was a different sight of people disappearing...
-I now lay here, sleeping by myself.
-We connect our hands together on the path that we were supposed to
walk on. Our footprints continue from far away.
-Weakness and sadness flows into me
-Staining me with the precious need to chase someone.
-Looking back at the day of the moon, I only watch cheerful dreams.
-The clock's needles stop, making that same day repeat itself.
-Even if it lasts as long as long as fate does,
-If that time comes, I'll hit it as hard as I can.
-Sharing the warm kindness is...
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>> No. 44962
Welcome back, Saguya.
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Saguya! You're back!
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Welcome back, my favourite maid.

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43919 No. 43919 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
[x] Go All-In

Patchouli sat across from me. She had a large book open in her hands, as usual. Her eyes showed little emotion, and she hardly spoke when we were together. But I knew that she wasn't being rude. This was just her way of enjoying the afternoon. I had already grown accustomed to the peaceful silence of the Voile library. And I, too, had my own way of enjoying this afternoon.

"How are you enjoying your tea?"

"Acceptable," said Patchouli. She turned the page without concern.

"Hear that? Maybe you should consider a change in career, after all."

"You'll pay for this... damn human!"

I shot a glance to my left. Remilia Scarlet, the dreaded vampire master of this territory, stood there with her arms folded. If this were any other ordinary day, I would have cowered at her powerful red gaze. But this time was different, and she knew it. I smiled gently at the vampire girl and stared at her for a moment.

"Eh? W-Why are you staring at me like that?"
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>> No. 44812
Common anon! I've been hooked since the summer. Come off hiatus, or death, or whatever.
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Thanks for getting my hopes up.
>> No. 44814
I wish I could hate you to death right now you cruel sonuvabitch.

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Imma posting a story. And it's my first one, so comments are more than welcome.
The story starts with a three-part prologue in which it was decided whether this would be a /border/ or a /sdm/ story. I left the options visible just for the heck of it.

In case I there's a write-in opinion, I may not be completely democratic. I may choose the one which inspires me the most, or I may go for the good one in the last post. But I'll try to be democratic.

It was morning. A rather nice morning, to be truthful. Or rather it would have been a nice morning if it hadn't been a Monday morning. Because it was a Monday morning, it was one of those mornings when you fail at everything from being in time at school to remembering your keys. Well, nevertheless, after pressing the snooze button twice you finally get yourself up and head to WC. While opening the door to the toilet, you look at kitchen. Yup, everything's in order. Expect for the blonde woman. No-one should be up before you, and no-one with blonde hair lived here. Shrugging, you file the incident as one of the "Mysteries of Life", close the door and lock it. As you sit down on the loo (always sit down in the morning, saves you a lot of work when you come back in the afternoon) you start to really wake up. Done. Rinse hands and go for breakfast. Glancing at the clock you realize that you're in a hurry and won’t have time to do anything special, so you grab an apple and a can of yoghurt from the fridge. You fail at grabbing the yoghurt and it leaks a bit on your hand. Being done with eating you grab your keys and backpack and head outside to unlock your bike. Well, at least you won't be late if you cycle fast enough, but you'd be a bit sweaty.

When you arrive at school you remember why this particular Monday wouldn't be so bad: you would have a day off tomorrow. While wandering towards the class you remember what you saw in the kitchen while you were going to WC, but you can't be sure whether you were awake or not. It could have been a dream, or just some plant or something you mistook for someone. Whichever, it wasn't anything
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>> No. 44658
[x] Why not ask Sakuya?


I like actually having a grimdark Gensokyo for once. Some writers have tried it before it usually ends up reverting back to drinking tea. Choices feel like they really mean something in this story.
>> No. 44659
I wouldn't say things are grimdark, but not pastel cheery either. The problem with girmdark is that it is much too easy to go into Grimdork.
>> No. 44720
Second thread at

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You move before thinking, the whip twisting in your hands even before you can see its arc in your mind's eye, reactions trained by years of fighting. The whip wraps around the demon's throat, no small feat on a creature of that shape.
"Get over here!" You yell, yanking on the whip as the demon's eyes register slow shock. Marisa finally notices the hulking thing bearing down on her, shrieking and hopping out of the way just in time as the demon blunders sideways, crashing to its knees, stubby fingers trying to pry the whip from its neck. The grey flesh smoulders and wrinkles under the whip's touch. You tighten your grip.

"Hold it there for a moment!" Marisa shouts as the demon tries to get to its feet, trying to launch itself at you. A smaller foe would simply meet your knuckles, but you doubt a mere blow to the face would slow down a titan of this size, even from your practised fists.
"Whatever you're doing, hurry it up!" You shout back as the demon lumbers forward, roaring with what little breath it can draw through its constricted airways. You leap out of the way, dropping the torch and wrapping the slack of the whip around your fist, tugging harder and bringing the demon to its knees again.
"Here!" Marisa hurls something through the air, a glass vial shattering against the demon's head, spilling a tiny amount of thick red liquid over its bald, grey skull. The demon sniffs once, then frantically claws at its face, mewling and shrieking. You release the pressure on the whip and slip it back to yourself as the demon starts frothing at the mouth. It pitches head-first into the dirt, twitching and spasming, death throes lit by the flames of your torch next to it on the ground.

Marisa bounds over to your side, eyes still unfocused, pupils dilated.
"Cool huh? Agla-"
"Later, Marisa." You assure her. You're curious about why a witch should be carrying such potent demonological chemicals and potions, but now is not the time to ask. Your gaze snaps back to Youmu and the remains of the demon-pack. She has felled or crippled most of them in mere moments, her sword-work second to none, but s
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He is long gone. Give it up, he hates us and this place.
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44563 No. 44563 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
what do you whant?

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>> No. 44573
Go back to bed, Vir.
>> No. 44575
I certainly hope this post was a joke.
>> No. 44577
Considering I directly quoted Babylon 5, what do you think? It's the only proper answer to the question asked.

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Remilia smirks. “You can tell me now, if you like.”

...Actually, you kind of want to see if Patchouli can handle this. You wait.

The violet-haired sorceress nods. “Very well. I know about Flandre and your parents.”

Dead silence. Then, your sister smiles. “You do, do you?” The smile isn't reaching her eyes, though.

Patchouli pales a bit, and starts to stammer. “A-a-a-are you... m-m-mad?”

“...Yes. Furious, actually.”

The color drains from the librarian's face. Remilia's smile grows. “Not at you, dear,” Her gaze turns to you, and her eyes narrow, her smile becoming a frown. “You, on the other hand...”

You feel a brief sense of nostalgic terror. For a moment, you're seventy years old again and looking into the angry face of Estelle Scarlet. But this isn't your mother. “Before you get any angrier, would you like to hear the whole story, and my chance to defend myself?”
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>> No. 44360
Well, considering he's just going with family here, rather than a non-related female it's not like we're moving him towards some other romantic entanglement.
>> No. 44404
Implying familial bonds could prevent romance on this site.
>> No. 44409

Implying that the author couldn't. >>34336

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Started per >>/gensokyo/5654


A good arm and eight feet of rope is all it takes to bypass the tacky, faded-red walls of the mansion. You had to wait a whole half hour to make sure the gate guard was really gone, but it paid off, you think as you creep through the flower bushes.

The first true obstacle you encounter is on the mansion itself- the windows. Or rather, the lack of windows. Ordinarily, some of the sticky-tape from Kourindou and a bit of expertise with a claw hammer would be enough to get you inside, but for this, it seems you’ll have to be a bit more daring.

Your eye naturally drifts up, to a row of balconies on the upper floor...


It’s a funny thing, how determination works. It’s always the stupidest things that you get so dead-set on.

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>> No. 43989
Probably, though when you've stayed long enough to hear one speak, you've stayed long enough to be maimed. Even Vegemite behind ears won't help at that point.
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I can't take it easy without an update.
>> No. 45292
[x] Demonology
[x] Alchemy

Autosage bump for updates. We need more mathanon.

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