“Hey, Medi! You wanna come with us?”

“Huh?”

“I think you should come with us!”

“Well-”

“What I'm saying is, you should come with us!”

“Uh...”

“Come with us!”

“Um. Okay!”

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"If you could... I would like to hear about the Yatagarasu." Tabuki said.

Sakura sat up a little straighter in her chair, suddenly more interested in the conversation.

"Hm... well, I'm afraid I don't make a habit of proselytizing, these days. Even so, I would be more than pleased. The Yatagarasu, great three-legged crow, is a close contemporary of Lady Amaterasu, both serving similar functions in relation to the Sun. Her authority is rather more general and widely known, of course, while the Yatagarasu fills rather more specific, but no less important roles. This is general knowledge, of course, and I do not mean to bore you by going into the particulars and minutiae of inter-pantheon relationships and twisted chains of authority and superiority."

"I would not be much troubled to listen to such a lecture..." Tabuki muses thoughtfully.

"Even so, the telling of it would continue until my tongue wore away to nothing, and barely the surface of things would have been revealed." Sakura said, shaking her head. "In continuing, I will simply say that the Yatagarasu is a known messenger of the Heavens, who makes clear intervention of a divine nature, within the realm of man. In a more specific sense, the Yatagarasu fuels and tends to the fires of the Sun itself, who's light shines down upon the world both to warm and protect the beloved and to sear and drive into hiding the accursed."

"In less poetic terms... manipulation of nuclear reactions similar to the internal workings of the sun." Tabuki says aloud.

Sakura smiles, very slightly.

"That is, indeed, correct. This ability is suffused throughout every atom of the body of the Yatagarasu, in flesh, blood, and bone alike. Though in general, the more traditionally mystic allegory of feeding a bonfire, as though with felled trees, is preferred."

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[X] Check out what’s in the middle of the lake post haste. The others probably won’t notice. Maybe.

You’d love to help out the rabbit girl and thus get a potential social foothold in Eirin’s organisation, you really would. Just as equally you would like to help her gather her samples so you can get a good look at just what she and the good doctor are planning. You wouldn’t want someone like Eirin getting their hands on, for example, the transformative properties of Vitriol without you getting a good close look in first. Not that Vitriol showed up in your earlier examination of the lake of course, the stuff mostly appears to simply be poisonous acid of magical potency. This is still a fair bit more than you feel confident with giving to anyone else to do whatever analysis they can do in this world. And not just because the stuff is inextricably linked to yourself either.

Plus she doesn’t look half bad either. Let’s not pretend that this doesn’t motivate a large amount of your small term social goals. You have a lot of reasons to be talking to Reisen. You only have one reason to disregard her entirely.

You slowly slide down the bank on your belly, breaking the surface of the lake and diving into it without so much as a splash. The Misty Lake has truly been living up to its name today, allowing you to do this unobserved.
Unfortunately, that single opposing reason is a real convincing one.

The bottom of the lake is a dark and murky place that for you, appears perfectly illuminated. As expected, it is utterly devoid of life. It manages to be devoid of death too, any remains and corpses of the lake’s former animal population having already been completely dissolved. It is sterile and empty.

You drag yourself slowly and surely along the bottom with inhuman ease, open eyes darting in all directions. You breathe regularly, filling your lungs with acid and poison each time.
Surviving and indeed, thriving in such an environment is your right. The ocean is your mother, your lover. But just because you can do it doesn’t make it easy. Nothing else should be surviving in this filthy hole of caustic toxins. And yet something kee

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Street Carp.
There’s always that lurch.
That sinking feeling that you get when you’re suspended over the water for the shortest period of time. Yet the sudden sensation of having your organs enter free fall always makes it last much longer than it should.

Throughout the entire ferry ride you’ve been keeping your stomach braced to prevent it. However, it does not ameliorate the motion sickness spreading through your lower stomach; threatening to rise to your throat with each wave.

The sudden realization that the same ferry will be taking at least another hour according to the boatman brings no consolation. Three day leave from the base in Okinawa, and yet you’re only given the one day of reprieve. After two years of service the government finally deactivated you for completing your tour, and here you are having your rice strewn around next to your intestines. Nothing to offer repose other than the events of the previous day.


“No planes, only boat,” was what the wiry boatman with an accent mollified by a lifetime in Okinawa claimed. Apparently there were no immediate airports within the city, despite its larger-than-your-average-Japanese-town size.

“I can get you there fast, faster than all Okinawa-faster than American military boats,” he purported as he raised a row of golden coffins in his mouth. Full set too, top and bottom. And it just so happened that he was standing in such a way that the light off the sun reflected off his teeth and into your eyes. Fantastic.

‘Fuck that I’m in the army’

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~ Year 2, Spring 1 January 1 – Morning

With a groan, you weakly open your eyes, squinting up at the dark ceiling above you. Although there was little light in the room, you could tell it wasn't your own room – the ceiling in here was much too high. Carefully easing yourself up to a sitting position, the aches in your body trying to prevent you otherwise, you take a quick look about your surroundings.

While the room was incredibly fancy by your own standards – filled with expensive looking wooden furniture and a large window dominating one side of the room (the blinds were drawn shut, hence the lack of light) – Remilia always insisted it was nothing special, and you always denied her requests to stay in the more luxurious rooms.

Now that you were seated, and your head no longer comfortably resting on pillows, it decided to remind you that you had been drinking far too much the past few nights, by feeling like small faeries were bashing your head with wooden mallets. You never were much of a drinker, but it seemed drinking heavily of sake was tradition in Gensokyo for any sort of party, even if that party had lasted until New Year's Eve. You'd probably gone home a lot sooner with Yuuka, but Remilia insisted you stay the entire time, and you couldn't bring yourself to disappoint her – that and Yuuka didn't seem to mind, noting there wasn't much for her to do in the winter anyway.

Ignoring your headache and body aches, you carefully moved to the edge of the bed, carefully placing your bare feet to the floor before standing and stretching. On the nightstand you noticed a tray with a filled cup of water, a pitcher (likely full of water), and some muffins. You don't recall that being there before you went to sleep, but more then likely Sakuya had only just delivered it within the past few minutes or so – the muffins were still warm.

Helping yourself to the water and muffin, you take a moment to think over the past few days. As far as you could tell the only guests left in the mansion was yourself and Yuuka, everyone else had probably gone home after the party was over considering ingesting e

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[x]Listen to the voices.
You feel like you're forgetting something...something to do with a box...

Oh well, it's probably nothing. You decide to go up to the door and see if you can hear some of the voices. Turns out, you still can't understand them, but you can definitely tell that there are voices. You open the door, which doesn't creek absurdly loud as you thought, and enter. Inside, it's a dark hallway, sloping downward noticeably. Looks like you'll see what's in the basement after all.

You head down the hall, making sure your knife and gun are ready, just in case there happens to be some sort of demon or something locked down here. You can still hear the voices, and can even make out the odd word or two.

"...really...again?" Isn't that the voice of that one guy, whose name you seem to keep forgetting to ask about?

"Yes!...funny...bored..." This voice sounds vaguely similar to Remilia's, but younger, and less charismatic.

You hear another unintelligible word, followed by silence. Soon, you come to a door slightly ajar, with light seeping out. You try to peek in, and see a blonde-haired girl with... those are very strange wings. She's sitting on a bed, and not too far away is someone else, but the only feature that you can make out is that the person's hands seem wrapped in tape.

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[X] Ah, but what is there to do for the moment? Sit down, perhaps. Look at the sky, muse about the clouds. It is a wonderful day... wonderful enough to make you forget your worries. If only for a bit.

Sigh. Crazy people, crazy world, crazy life. Crazy crazy crazy. Oh well, at least the sky is beautiful. Not beautifully crazy, or any other form of adjective and crazy, or really even crazy as an adjective, but you digress. Really, you’re just glad you have a moment to rest. You don’t even notice the two ghost girls shuffle past you, their cleaning unfinished. Nor do you notice the kids dispersing, or the cattle moving past. You lose yourself as you watch the clouds dance over the sky, moving in an infinite pattern to the horizon. It’s such a blue and wonderful sky that you can barely pick out a small black dot circling far above. As it descends you can make out some familiar features, including stupidly large geta and the girl’s camera, swinging from her neck. Of course, just remembering how insufferable she was instantly ruins your mood. You look to see if she’s headed your way, and spy the slightest shimmer of white.

Panties?!

The answer hits you but a second later. Literally it hits you. You stagger backwards as the object bounces upwards off your skull, only to strike you again on its way back down towards the earth. You end up rolling around on the ground, rubbing your forehead where you got beamed from what seemed like low-earth orbit. By your third roll, you see the object of your misery laying next to you on the ground, as unassuming as could be. It’s simply a rolled up newspaper with a plastic sleeve over it to protect it from the weather, and hitting people in the head, you guess. Of course, you know where it came from. You know.

Just to confirm your suspicions, you stop rolling around long enough to unwrap the newspaper and confirm your suspicions. Bunbunmaru. Aya Shameimaru. Damn her. You look back up to the sky to gain your revenge, and see she is already descending! Good! You consider beaming her back with the paper, but that seems unlikely as she is traveling quite fast and your throwing arm is not exactly MLB material

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Anonymous 12/02/19(Sun)16:55 No. 153593 File 132967052846.png - (1.56MB , 1349x1080 , b9d3fee351df49cd39cb95f46bcd93d5_resize.png ) [iqdb] >>153581 Or maybe Alice begrudgingly lets her stay in the guest room. At first, the odd couple have plenty to bicker about, but Marisa finds plenty of distraction in studying Alice's books and notes. Alice quickly realizes that retrieving her "borrowed" items is much easier when they're just down the hall, although she now has to deal with Marisa going straight to the source whenever she gets stuck on Alice's notes. Fortunately, Marisa is a fast learner and a diligent student when it comes to magic, and Alice gradually comes to accept her role as master to her new apprentice.

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Treia!P0dSPtgivA 12/02/19(Sun)19:38 No. 153600 Okay there seems to be a common misconception that I'm not getting across through the updates, so let me just say that the farmers are to be considered a different entity from the normal human villagers. They provide the vast majority of the food produce that comes through to the village at the expense of living outside the walls. They do not have the protection the walls offer. Their lives are by far more difficult, and they have to maintain constant vigilance from the forest. They also tend cattle for the meat and milk that comes from them, although the cattle are relegated to inside the village during the night (You witnessed them on the way back out earlier in this day). Due to the way they have to live, the farmers are considerably more hardened than their village counterparts. This has bred an entirely different life philosophy to the villager who lives in relative safety. The farmers are by and large, isolated, racist, and paranoid. They don't resent you for your antics. They resent you for existing. It's not a rational thing, nor something you can easily influence. Running around accompanied by a youkai through their homes certainly does not help. As far as Nakajima goes... He does not really have authority over them. They don't live inside the walls. They have an unspoken agreement that the village provides them marginal protection and trade and they provide meat, vegetables, and foodstuffs of all kinds. Their men are not subjected to mandatory duties or guarding the wall at night or by day. They do not have any obligation to the lordship. Keine is even worse off. Whereas villagers follow Nakajima because of his legal basis for rulership, Keine's authority comes from respect, mutual understanding, and moral necessity. A half-youkai... well, that's practically more of an abomination than a whole youkai. When she deals with them, at all, she has a villager like Oda act as an intermediary, with no mention of her own involvement.

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Anonymous 12/02/22(Wed)16:34 No. 153709 File 13299284851.jpg - (579.92KB , 807x3152 , from elona with love.jpg ) [iqdb] Well, good that the winning votes are not the stick around with the farmer ones. Maybe we can ask Keine something more about the farmers.(We know about the farmers, MC did not.) And fairies. MC has not got introduced to fairies. Speaking of which why don't we goes back to Keine? Moukou must be already done with her now.(Forgot to use the write in when the idea pops out...Too late to change now, the winning vote is leading ahead.) Oh and anyway, continuing simulating MC in elona while waiting for updates. Remember when I said I won't buy engagement equipment at Noyel? Screw it, after Sanae granting a wish(using it for 2 potion of evolution),I immediately try to ask her hand.(read: Marry). Total around 10 engagement rings and amulets with ridiculous price given to her. And a food mixed with love potions(look at the pic). All those money(around 100000 gold) can be used for other things. Like deeds of house, but after finally reaching soul mate status with her...100000 golds is worth it. later will give her molotovs to burn all these engagement amulet This is MC's stats and Sanae's stat now. I don't know if I really simulating MC now...He's too...competent now. And lucky.

A third thread. I can scarcely believe it.

[X] Attempt to wake Daiyousei and Shikieiki while waiting for tea. Try and remove flower stuff while doing this.
[x] When tea arrives, Social combat time.

You close the door into the corridor. It’d be better to wake the others up first. Not only can you get a second opinion from Shikieiki, who apparently knows Yuuka, it’s been mildly troubling you to leave them trapped in sleep like that. Who knows what’s that doing to them.

Both of them are still exactly where you left them, slumped in their chairs around the table, laurels of white flowers in their hair. They remind you of a rich child’s collection of dolls set up for an imaginary tea party. Perfect, motionless and unliving.
It’s pretty off-putting to look at, it really is.

Poking the fairy in the arm predictably does nothing. After only a moment of hesitation, you pick Daiyousei up and shake her vigorously. This has absolutely no effect as she does nothing but collapse limply back into her seat, her arms sprawled lifelessly.

Looking through Daiyousei’s hair, you note that the flowers have only entwined themselves in deeper. You think you have a Charm that could save her but you also have a feeling that you might need to conserve your motes for Yuuka. Best to see if you can just pull these flowers out regularly first.

At first you try to tease the flowers out gently without pulling the hair. This quickly goes nowhere and well…it’s not like they can feel pain right now so you resort to just pulling the tiny flowers out as hard and fast as you can, using your corrupted jade knife to cut some of the more reticent blooms out.

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It is way too early for this.

It is way too early for this, and you’re pretty sure your hostess would agree.

Seizing another flavorful-yet-unfilling taiyaki in hand, you drag your feet out to the front of the shrine. As you expected from the sounds entering your ears, there are two people arguing on the walkway beneath a red wooden arch. One is wearing some insane green-black patterned dress and some kind of fuzzy triangular head accessories. The other is-

“Royce-R-DLG, what the hell are you doing getting your digestive acid everywhere?”

-About to be reminded that you take your appointment as Hygiene Officer very, very seriously.

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[x] Go with Flandre.

“Fuck him.”

“You tried~”

“Fuck you.”

“Maaaaybe~”

“How do you even know what that means?”

“Remilia explained it to me.”

“Explained? And that means what, exactly?”

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