[x] Go back to Eientei.

While a room in an inn would be a good choice, you’re quite sure affording it is a bit beyond you.
“Well, Miss Kamishirasawa, that’s indeed a fine idea, but as of late my finances seem to have gone the way of the Titanic. This regrettable fact leaves me with little choice but to try my luck against whatever may be knocking about out there.”
“Oh. Well…” You notice Keine shifting her gaze from you to the inside of her house and back. “I…Well, that is, maybe I…Perhaps you should…” Keine mutters while her face flushes. You stay quiet to allow her to collect her thoughts and once her complexion reaches a shade resembling a ripe apple a thought appears to strike her. “Oh, I could be your escort!”
“Hm?” While you know what she meant, her wording is a bit…
“I could escort you to Eientei. Consider it making up for being such a poor hostess earlier.”
“Oh, I’d hate to impose any more than I have. By the way, you were a fine hostess.”
“As Guardian of the Human Village, I insist.” Keine says with renewed vigor. “Oh, and, thank you.” She adds with a bit of her previous blush returning. Makes her look quite lovely, come to think of it.
“Well, I suppose there’s no helping it.” You say in resignation. Though, you’re not exactly broken up about the prospect of spending more time with her. “Shall we be off, milady?” You ask with a grin.
“Yes, let’s.” Keine says while returning your smile. After she shuts the door and follows you outside, the two of you make your way out into the night with Helios’ sister showing a crooked smile in the sky.

Once outside the city gates, Keine (as Guardian of the Human Village) offers to fly you instead of walking. You accept, since it’s quicker, easier, and you get to fly. As she takes you from behind (fnar fnar) something presses against your back. Well, make that two somethings. Two large and soft somethings that, truth be told, feel absolutely heavenly against you. Well…huh. You’d say something about it, but you decide it’d be more embarrassing for her than staying silent. You also can’t really think of a bett

What's she building in there?
What the hell is she building in there?
She has subscriptions to those magazines,
She never waves when she goes by,
She's hiding something from the rest of us,
She keeps to herself,
I think I know why.

She took away the mochi usu near the bamboo tree,
She has no bunnies of her own you see,
She has no rabbits,
And her lawn is dying,
And what about those packages she sends?

What's she building in there?
A hook light on the stairs,
What's she building in there?
I'll tell you one thing
She's not building a playhutch for the rabbits.

What's she building in there?
And what's that sound from underneath the door,
She's pounding nails into a hardwood floor,
I swear to god I heard someone moaning low.
I keep seeing the blue light of a laptop show,
She has a DS and a video of saw,
And you won't guess what Mokou saw.
There's figures underneath the shelf of course.
There's also enough elixir to choke a horse.

What's she building in there?
What the hell is she building in there?
I heard she has an ex-wife,
Some place called "Moon Palace, Tranquility"
And she used to have a consulting business in Hakurei Shrine.

What's she building in there?
She has no friends, but she gets alot of mail.
I bet she spent a little time in jail,
I heard she was up on the roof last night,
Signaling with Danmaku light,
And what's that tune she's always whistling?

What's she building in there?
What's she building in there?
We have a right to know.

"Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it..."

"I knew there was no point in shouting, but there was no other way to alleviate my anger at that time. I was trapped in a sea of bamboo, and nobody I knew would hear me.

"Or come for me."

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I was born as a mere human in the grand world of Gensokyo. By the time I turned 9, I learned that everyone has their own power. I became determined to find mine then and there.

The day I did, I no longer was a mere human.

I found out that day, 3 years ago to the letter, that my power was to manipulate truth. A few days later in my carpentry shop, I had found out that someone knew about it, and it eventually got to the point where everyone mistrusted me.

Events started happening to me, all by "coincidence", culminating in this. I woke up to find that I was in the middle of the dreaded bamboo forest, a place that was rumored to house cute little rabbits that ate only your nails and left you to die from blood loss.

Perhaps they wanted to be rid of me.

~~~

"Back then, in the forest, I thought:
"What should I do? If I stay here, I'll probably be rabbit food if they find me. On the other hand, if I'm on the move, I might be able to get out of this forest, but I could run into the rabbits easier that way.

"I was desperate and wanted to do something...anything..."

"I guess I'll..."


> [-] Marker
[ ] "...stay still."
[ ] "...move...somewhere."

> [-x] Marker
[ ] Check yourself before you do anything.
- [ ] Inventory Check
- [ ] Bodily Check
[ ] Forget it, the people that put you here probably stripped you of your survival tools. As long as you can move, you should be fine.


Hint: The choices here will determine your available routes. Introduction post will come during the next post.

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A series of strange events take place at Eientei. The long, mostly empty, hallways are silent witnesses to a cavalcade of the bizarre. More than once you spot a procession of rabbits making their way through the premises; Large effigies are carried to the outside and the occasional musical instrument can be heard pounding away in the distance during the small hours of night. These are the trappings of a cult of sorts. Another alternative is that they’re preparing for the biggest party of all time. Either way you decide without so much as a second thought to steer clear of all the excitement.

Things take a life of their own. Your pacing, thinking and decision making process become ritualized. Time stops to hold a lot of meaning. What may be ten minutes of pacing might be hours or what may be hours of sleeping may have only been a couple of seconds. Mind and body are not refreshed regardless of what happens and keeping track of day and night cycles is something that you feel you don’t have to do. What’s important is the clarity that comes from walking about, from stopping, turning and repeating patterns endlessly. It helps you deal with things, deal with what you have done and what you want to do. A contradictory excess of willpower and a chronic shortage of the shame keeps you in the cycle of brooding and pacing.

It is in the courtyards and the secluded spots that life seems to be the least complicated. Hidden away by the sheer size of the mansion for the most part, these solitary spots are easy enough to stumble upon. It‘s rare for you to pay the quiet spots much mind, but it‘s also rare for you to carry on as you have. It somehow feels like there‘s no difference between a proactive approach and a more passive one. Indeed it is hard to tell what you‘ve done and when - personal grooming and other such basic customs are taken care of somehow.

The important thing is having gotten Kaguya to talk. It could have happened because of your knocking and a humble request. It could have just taken five minutes to do. But just as easily it could have been hours of asking a

This is a little a little idea that's been festering within me for a while. I'm posting a teaser of sorts to see what anon thinks. I may then continue it as a proper story, if enough people show interest. If not, it's a mere vignette, suddenly appearing, and quickly forgotten...

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I quickened my pace in order to keep up with her. The loud crunching sound of leaves and the snapping of twigs intensified. My side bag weighed heavily, feeling like a sack of lead.

Did she plan to simply run away? That wasn't very fair.

I wasn't going to give up that easily, though. Even though I had been walking for the better part of the day, I still had enough stamina to meet any challenge she threw at me. And even if I didn't, I was sure that sheer determination on my part would be enough to keep up with her. I hadn't gotten into this without being prepared.

I grinned. My mouth was dry and my throat ached – both proof of my determination.

“That's extraordinarily disturbing.” She quipped from up ahead. It was the first set of words she had directed at me since leaving. I widened my grin further on the realization that she was stealing glances at me in between brisk steps.

“Careful there. I wouldn't want you to trip because of me.” I joked. “I learned my first-aid from working with animal corpses.”
“That's alright. I can handle myself.” She looked ahead, her words barely reaching my ears. “I've been doing this for more time than you can imagine.”
“That's not what the others say. They say that you've been barely doing this for a year or so.” I told her what the villagers had told me. They, at least, hadn't been aware of her until last year or the year before last. That said, they were hardly the most credible source. They practically still believed that life originated spontaneously.

She didn't reply. That suited me fine. There probably wasn't that much left anyways.

After a half an hour more of effort and perspiration, we reached a stop. I had successfully kept up with her.

“So, what do I get?” I smiled at her, trying to hid

[x] To the market!

To the market! It’s the most obvious choice, considering the volume of people moving around there. Humans crowd the streets, the rabble indistinct and at a dull roar. Occasionally, you hear a vendor haggle away with a customer, or a hawker show off his wares. Yes, the market is alive and bustling with activity. There’s bound to be someone interested in buying whatever it is Reisen is selling. Your partner agrees with you as well, guiding you but staying close so as to not lose you again. As she walks around, a trickle of customers approach Reisen and buy one or two packets of medicine. The stream of customers seems painfully slow, however, and at some points you wonder if people cared at all. Indeed, there were moments when humans actively avoided Reisen’s presence, if not outright ignore her. Was there a sense of mistrust amongst the population?

Come to think of it… you haven’t seen anyone else like Reisen in the village; not in the sense of other rabbit folk, but just non-human entities. There’s an interesting variety of human life here, but that’s just it. Humans. Back in Eientei, there was a sort of variety amongst the population (if you could consider it variety), but here, it seems almost unwelcoming. It just feels… abnormal for you. Not exactly uncomfortable, but there’s something off. Was it the village? Or was it just you?

“Thank you!” Reisen’s voice drags your attention back into reality, of which you didn’t even realize you had drifted off. She’s handing off a small white package to a brightly grinning boy, who immediately disappears into the crowd upon passing over cash.

“First customer?” you ask.

“Yep!” Reisen answers with a nod. “It’s always cute to have kids come buy for their parents.”

“Aren’t you worried that someone may gather the drugs for other purposes?”

“Well, nothing in here is viable for substance abuse, and if they wanted to make something bad, it would cost far more than it’s worth,” she pauses in her explanation to sell of a packet of medicine to a small family passing by. “I doubt anyone here has the chemistry backg

For the record, these are links to the previous thread: >>20085

And here's the download links for all the saved threads and original documents (let me know if they are broken or need to be re-uploaded):

http://www.mediafire.com/?fjetfmmhqmm
http://www.mediafire.com/?jhzihnmcyag

Actual update will be uploaded after this, since I don't want it to be accompanied by the OP picture.

"W-Why do I...have to do this..." You cry softly, trying to gather information as to your current state. A very sad state, of course, you can't bear the sound of your blazer jacket hitting the floor. It hits it with an awful thud, a cold, blunt one that makes you wonder why you're even here. What you wouldn't do for a nice warm bath and carrot juice. But no, here you are, standing in front of your would-be master, facing a mirror, a body length mirror, at that, so you can see just entirely how bad your miserable expression is. Effecting your entire body. You get no responce though, except a gesture you can see in the mirror, the person behind you waving their finger about, telling you to keep going. This only makes you shed more tears, for the embarrassing pain you're going through.

You gently loosen your tie, trying not to both accidentally and purposefully strangle yourself. You want to live, but the extreme weight on your heart right now is so much to bear. The hot tears of anguish continue streaming down your face, streaking your cheeks and dirtying your once beautiful face. The droplets are soon hitting the floor, as your eyes have watered so much by now. Your tie slowly slips off your hand and onto the floor below, as you soon now work your way to your shirt, reluctantly. Button by tiny button you undo them, watching the gleeful expression of the perpetrator behind you in the mirror. You further undo your shirt, exposing the pink, carrot printed bra underneath. Your arms start shaking, not wanting to continue, but you must. You slide the shoulders of your shirt off your arms, and yet another, soft, yet sickening thud is made on the freezing floor below you.

You shakenly and very reluctantly reach for your backside when you see the menace behind you gesturing downward, something you were afraid of, personally. You take a gulp, finding that your mouth is dry and exhausted, and carry your hands down your bare stomach and to your pleaded skirt. You move one of the flaps and start unzipping it slowly, every notch in the steel that the zipper has to go through making an undeniably painful sound to you. The skirt loosens and the draft you feel more or less feels li

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Your answer is as much of a summary as it is an emotive reminder of all that makes her great. Liberties are taken with the truth, not in a purposefully misleading way, just – they're just very subjective. Inexperience and a romantic view of the past tinge your words with a definite bias. But in that there's your truth; Your words say what you really feel.

"'What attracts me to you?' Well that's simple: you're my bwest bwuddy in the world, of course. You're also gorgeous, intelligent, and you have an impeccable taste in video games. You happen to look pretty good in poofy red pants and suspenders, which is a plus. You call me out on my idiocy, but you have the patience of saint to deal with my late night visits without fail. You have an uncanny sense when it comes to gift giving, which I think is all to rare in this or any other world. You're kind and caring, almost to a fault. You're easy to tease, easier to kidnap, and a great kisser. You also brought me here and basically saved me from myself. Thank you, by the way. I don't thank you enough for doing that, but I really should. All that and more is why I like you; what attracts me to you. But why I love you? I don't know why. I only know I do."

It's a mouthful. Several lungfuls in fact. There was an underlying urge to stammer, stutter or otherwise choke. But you keep your cool throughout. With the 'great kisser' remark, you expected backlash, a jab at your experience with Eirin.

There's nothing of the sort.

In fact, it looks like your words have a significant impact on her. Kaguya looks lost in thought, layers of pensiveness all bundled on top of another. Some of what you said couldn't have come as a surprise, she already had heard it before. So, the question you find yourself thinking is 'just what is she thinking about?'

“I suppose you could do worse.”

“Excuse me?” You don't know what she means by that. The first words out of her are teasing

So after some consideration, I decide to post Little Soldier's side-story at this board for everyone's convenience. As I have mentioned in the actual thread, this story will be split into chapters and I cannot assure myself that there won't be too many chapters.

Take note that since I'm so used to CYOA-styled writing, I find myself facing difficulties working on this story normally, so please excuse any abnormalities that may be found throughout this story. OP picture is chosen because I can't find anything more suitable. Also, the actual chapter is going to be posted after this.

Regardless, sit down and please enjoy heartily.