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22736 No. 22736
Well it's been a while since I've wanted to write something and after many ideas this one won out. For the most part it's meant to be a semi-serious story. In terms of updates I'm not really sure how often I will be getting around to this but I will attempt to keep it regular. Originally I had intended to draw something for each of the updates but I've decided against that and will instead do for the ones that I deem important.

Overall the main goal is for both the readers and I to enjoy creating this tale together.


Vividly, memories are being called one by one. Segments of senses assorted seemingly random come together creating short windows of the past. Childhood, family gatherings, accomplishments, and even seemingly pointless events like eating out one night, they merge together to flow through your mind. Each of them as real as the next, visions and sensations that one could easily lose themselves in. Yes, it would be nice if one could live on dreams and in the past.

However, these feelings are short lived as reality slowly creeps its way back in. Those reminiscent senses fade and are replaced with new ones. The candle on the desk in front of you flickers, illuminating your vision to a dull red as it hides behinds the lids of your eyes. The nostalgic smell of home that is rarely visited is accompanied by the soft chirps of the insects emanating from outside the room.

You open your eyes and are reminded by the sight of scattered pieces of paper covered with ink brushed lines. They belonged to your father, each sheet contained designs that were created for his line of work. Both complex and simple clothes sketches are surrounded by various notes and patterns. They are legible and understandable enough thanks to the fact you had been working under his guidance.

A familiar feeling you had recently gained looms over your body once more; it has been a few days since your father passed away. While not a talkative person, he was able to give you the life style you have today. You were given the ability to live as you see fit and to work as an artisan. Another memory flashes before you, one that you may never forget.

"Go find true happiness." With his final breath he spoke this sentence to you.

A flurry of thoughts race through your mind every time you recall those words-
What did he mean? Am I not happy? What is happiness?
They were queries that lacked conclusions.

Like a fire it continues to sweep through your mind, burning away useless thoughts. What is left is in the ashes is nothing. No answers. No clues. Not even a single hint or direction.

In the end you find yourself twirling a five leaf clover about by its stem, another mystery to be solved. Just the concept alone seems unreal, a five leaf clover must be orders harder to find than the normal three or the occasional four leaved counter parts. You happened upon it one day while searching through the house sometime after the funeral. It was before sun set, when closing the window you found it resting underneath a rounded and smooth stone on the ledge. It wasn’t there before and who knows when it was set there since there were no signs of anyone around. Was this a kind gesture or some kind of cruel joke?

"Argh!" You let out the sound of a frustrated groan.

It’s a little too early to rest...
[ ] Keep those hands busy
[ ] Take a walk to clear your thoughts

This clover...
[ ] Write-in
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>> No. 22737
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts
>> No. 22738
[x] Examine the clover, then pocket it
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts
>> No. 22739
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts
[x] Give it to the wind. It is not for mortal hands to possess.
>> No. 22740
[X] Take a walk to clear your thoughts.
[x] This clover... I'll be pocketing it.
>> No. 22741
>It’s a little too early to rest...
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts

>This clover...
[x] Press it.
>> No. 22742
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts
[x] Clover goes in the pocketses
>> No. 22747
[x] Take a walk to clear your thoughts
[x] This clover... You'll be taking it.
>> No. 22748
[x] >>22741

We should keep around and safe.
>> No. 22753
>It wasn’t there before and who knows when it was set there since there were no signs of anyone around.

Maybe you just overlooked it before.
>> No. 22758
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The frustration lingering in your mind subsides enough to decide that going outside will help some of these thoughts settle. Still unsure what this clover represents, it gets slipped into your hide case which holds some needles and spare thread. With a satisfied pat it sits snugly inside the folds of your clothes. If someone wants to give away charms that's fine. The smooth stone that had accompanied the clover is coming along as well, no need for useless things lying about.

With a quick puff of air the room goes dark as the flame is torn from the candle's wick. It's only a few steps to the wooden door which slides open with some effort. A breeze wafts into the house as though to escape the mild cold outside. It brushes past your exposed skin reminding you that winter is approaching soon.

There is a soft 'thunk' when closing off the house once again from the rest of the elements. You glance around at the only place you can really call home, despite only staying here occasionally. There are visible signs of how long it’s been standing, the roof and the shutters show their age by darkened tones and slightly warped shapes. Even though some repairs are in need, it does its job well enough protecting you from the cold and rain.

Turning around you go down the worn dirt path in front of the building. It's a secluded place hidden away in the forest some distance from a village. The village and the main road is about an hour away if taking the winding road down the path, for most people it would be taxing to reach a remote area like this. Not that you didn't really mind thanks to the constant traveling from place to place when you have to deliver outfits.

Traveling from village to village for the most part is peaceful while taking the side roads. However that’s only if time permits it, otherwise taking the quicker yet not so safe main road is needed. There was only one real close call with some bandits but traveling alone and light let you escape with relative ease. The landscape is always breath taking, nonetheless, either way you take.

While mulling over some more of your travels, the smooth stone you had been carrying hits against your palm several times. You're not sure when you started tossing into the air but you took notice it as time passed.

"A smooth stone..." You mutter to yourself as your gaze switches from the trail to your hand.

Stopping in your tracks you can't help but notice it, now resting comfortably in your grasp. Why didn't you think of it before? This rock looks like it’s been worn down by some kind of stream or waterfall; certainly not man made. You begin to stray from the path and cut through the wilderness towards the only nearby stream known to you. The vegetation is fairly dense so it takes some time to carefully tread through it.

The surroundings change hue to a deep blue with the gradual ticking of time; it stays well illuminated as the moon found a place higher in the sky. Just before the stream when reaching the edge of the forest you find yourself unable to act. Another presence holds you in place, there is someone already here. Completely helpless until the initial shock courses out from your body, glistening was all that registered at first.

At the edge of the stream, standing ankle deep, it would be impossible to miss the figure bathing in the moonlight. Your eyes trace the small frame guided by the droplets sitting upon the now recognizable female body. This visual venture would have continued down the back to those rather healthy hips had it not been for an anomaly. From the corner of your vision you see a large tuft of hair protruding from the small of her back. With a snap the mind now understands, that in mess of wavy black hair is a set of drooping white ears.

A youkai

You have heard stories but have never actually met with one.
Frantically searching for answers they all lead to the same conclusion.
This is bad, you shouldn't be here.

She peers over her shoulder... Those deep red eyes pierce through the short distance separating you.

The mind blanks
Your muscles tense
Your sweat sticks
What seems like hours pass neither of you move

[ ]Run!
[ ]Don't move. Don't even breath.
[ ]Walk out into the clearing.
>> No. 22760
[x]Don't move. Don't even breath.

We shouldn't move, rabbits are easy to startle. Let her take it at her pace, so she doesn't run immediately.

And we can take in dat ass this way
>> No. 22761
[X]Don't move. Don't even breath.
>> No. 22763
[x]Walk out into the clearing.
March straight in! We don't often get to meet youkai.
>> No. 22764
[X]Don't move. Don't even breath.

If Tewi's bathing, doing something impulsive would trigger a trap.
>> No. 22765
[X]Don't move. Don't even breath.
>> No. 22766
[X] Don't move. Don't even breath.
>> No. 22776
[X]Don't move. Don't even breath.
Heh. For once, she is the surprised one.
>> No. 22783
[x] Don't move. Don't even breathe.
>> No. 22784
Incoming update? Update incoming?
>> No. 22785
[x] Don't move. Don't even breathe.
>> No. 22786
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Why aren't you doing anything? You should be running from this monster, nothing ever good came from a youkai. Yet, you don't move. You don't breathe. Is it because you are afraid? No, that’s not exactly right; it would be careless to do anything if she hasn't noticed you. The disjointed staring contest ends when her eyes wander and she resumes her bath.

A hushed and staggered breath escapes from your throat as a sign of relief. The sounds of the crinkling stream returns to you now filled with sounds of soft splashing. You want to look away to respect her privacy but your gaze cannot be interrupted due to the uncertainty that rests deep your mind. In the end you find yourself unable to break this oddly calming equilibrium of watching her rhythmic motions.


The cool feel of water laps the tips of your toes, did you try to chase after her? You stand on the edge of the stream trying to remember. This mysterious meeting had ended as quickly as it started. When she left the flowing water you had thought she was just gathering her possessions but now it seems like a foolish idea. Before you could have reacted, she vanished into the woods as soon as she shook off the excess moisture. So quickly it was comparable to a short-lived glint from a shooting star.

It doesn't seem like you could catch up now, no matter how badly these questions floating in your mind had to be answered. That white rabbit is the one that left that clover or so you believe. Had the circumstances were better you would have tried to meet her. The glow overhead from the smug sitting moon tells of how much time has really passed. There is always tomorrow.

After the uneventful return to the house, the warmth of the bed steals you away into slumber.


Knock knock...

Who can that be? The drowsiness that comes with lack of sleep sticks to your body and mind. Tossing aside the cover when you get up lets cool air hit your body.

Knock knock knock... - The door clamors more for attention.

"Alright, I'm coming!" You snap back requesting silence.

You slide open the door and peer out unenthusiastically, no one is there... it's too early in the morning for pranks. As soon as you return the sliding piece of wood to its rightful closed position that insistent noise of knocking returns. Irritated, you open the door well prepared this time. Nothing again?! You look around and then down. Oh...

"Good morning!" Speaks the small rabbit girl from before.

Her face gleefully shines as she holds up her cupped hands; they are filled with a blue fruit of some kind. You lead her inside and grab a bowl from the drawers to place on the table. She enters your cluttered den and places the handful of berries in the container you provided. Wait a second.

"What are you doing here?!" Suddenly stating now that you have access to a fully functioning brain.

"I wonder what you find so interesting down here." She stands there with her front fully exposed, quite shamelessly at that. If you weren't looking before then you are now.

"Like I would be interested in a child's body." You try to deflect the statement but it’s obvious that your mind is distracted.

"If you say so, nyehehe." It is an unfitting laugh, an unfitting grin, when placed on someone that looks like her.

"So why are you here?"

"To see you, I wanted it the other way around but it looks like you didn't understand my invitation." Her voice has a miffed vibe to it but quickly changes. "Can't I see a friend's child?"

The rabbit girl...
[ ]is looking quite fine today.
[ ]is distracting, get some clothes on her.

[ ]Those berries seem good.
[ ]Whatever you can find around the house.

Actions (Pick as many as you want)
[ ]Introductions (Name suggestions)
[ ]Ask questions
[ ]Her relation with your father
[ ]About youkai
[ ]Write-ins


For the most part I don't really expect this to be a daily thing, weekends are more likely for updates but I might want to take short breaks so I have more time to plan, organize, and occasionally draw. I would like to ask for some feedback since I'm not sure how well my writing flows or if it sits well in general. Anyway, please enjoy this update. Also, thanks for catching/correcting my silly mistake.
>> No. 22787
[ ]is distracting, get some clothes on her.
[ ]Whatever you can find around the house.
[ ]Her relation with your father
>> No. 22788
[x] Don't move. Don't even breathe.

This will be fun
>> No. 22789
[x] is distracting, get some clothes on her.

Don't need the MC sputtering over words and whatnot.

[x]Those berries seem good.

She doesn't seem harmful.

[x]Introductions (Name suggestions)

I'm bad at names, but he needs to know who she is...

[x]Her relation with your father

... and this needs to get cleared up. Everything reads well so far.
>> No. 22790
[x]is looking quite fine today.
>"Like I would be interested in a child's body."
I know I am.

[x]Those berries seem good.
We should make something delicious with those berries. Like a pie or something.

[x]Introductions (Just blow over the name)
[x]Her relation with your father
[x]Ask about the clover.
>> No. 22791
[X]is distracting, get some clothes on her.

[X]Whatever you can find around the house.

Excepting food from a stranger much less a unknown youkai just seem overly foolish. We should of course accept the berries but wait until we can find out what they are.

[X]Introductions (Just blow over the name)
[X]Ask questions
[X]Her relation with your father
>> No. 22793
[x]is distracting, get some clothes on her.
And thus the standard Inaba dress uniform was born (if I get the timeline right)

[x]Those berries seem good.
>We should make something delicious with those berries. Like a pie or something.

Yukio 幸雄 (Happy/Lucky Hero, theme naming hooray)
[x]Her relation with your father
[x]Ask about the clover.

Writing's pretty good for me, easy and nice to read. And, Tewi in an important role is always instant awesome.
>> No. 22795
[x] >>22790

Trying to get her to dress up would egg her on in her teasing.
>> No. 22796
[X]is distracting, get some clothes on her.
[X]Whatever you can find around the house.

[x] Introductions
[x] Relationship with father
[x] Clover
>> No. 22801
>The rabbit girl...
[x] Is looking quite fine today, like a blank canvas.

[x] Whatever you can find around the house.
-[x] Use the berries later to bake a delicious pie.

>Actions (Pick as many as you want)
[x] Introductions (see below).
[x] Ask questions
-[x] About her relation with your father.
-[x] About youkai.
-[x] About the clover.

You should be fairly used to the female body, needing to take measurements and fit clothes and all as part of your work.

As for breakfast, pies take some time to bake. Gorging yourself on the blueberries now would be wasteful.

I have a bunch of suggestions for names...

Given Name:
Kaishuu (快萩), lit. 'Agreeable Clover'
Kiyotomi (清福), lit. 'Pure Luck'
Hagihiko (萩彦), lit. 'Clover Lad'
Hagirou (萩郎), lit. 'Clover Son'
Kazuhiko (運彦), lit. 'Lucky Boy'
Sachihiko (福彦), lit. 'Lucky Lad'
Sadayuki (定運), roughly 'Fixed Luck'
Shuugo (萩五), interpretively 'Five-leaf Clover'
Shuu (萩), lit. 'Clover'
Shuuji (萩久), figuratively 'Old Story about a Clover'
Shuuichirou (萩壱郎), figuratively 'First-Born Son of Clovers'
Shuuya (萩允), lit. 'Sincere Clover'
Unjirou (運司郎), figuratively 'Son of a Ruler of Fortune'
Yukio (幸雄), lit. 'Lucky Hero' [already mentioned]
Yukitaka (運隆), lit. 'Noble Luck'

Abe (服部), lit. 'Clothing Department'
Amagi (天衣), lit. 'Heavenly Fabric'
Egawa (衣川), lit. 'Stream Clothing'
Ehi (衣斐), lit. 'Beautiful Garment'
Fukumoto (服本), lit. 'Origin of Clothing'
Itai (衣袋), roughly 'Sack of Clothes'
Kisaragi (衣更着), roughly 'Evening Wear'
Momoi (百衣), lit. 'Hundred Clothes'
Nishio (錦生), lit. 'Genuine Brocade'
Orii (織衣), roughly 'Fabric Weaver'
Uishi (羽衣石), lit. 'Rabbit Clothing Stone'

Of course, different readings for these names exist. That the father was a friend of Tewi rationalizes the first name as relating to luck or lucky objects. That his profession is hereditary rationalizes the family name relating to clothing.
>> No. 22802
>The rabbit girl...
[x] Is looking quite fine today, like a blank canvas.

[x] Whatever you can find around the house.
-[x] Use the berries later to bake a delicious pie.

>Actions (Pick as many as you want)
[x] Introductions (REDACTED).
[x] Ask questions
-[x] About her relation with your father.
-[x] About youkai.
-[x] About the clover.

Damn, this is a nice vote. I really like having unnamed characters, though.
>> No. 22809
The rabbit girl...
[x]is looking quite fine today.

[x]Those berries seem good.

Actions (Pick as many as you want)
[x]Introductions (Name suggestions)
[x]Ask questions
[x]Her relation with your father
[x]About youkai
[x]Whether she gave you the clover

Wall please~

Is it though? So you'd rather insult a youkai by not eating what he had offered?
>> No. 22812
Oh right. I don't really think we need a name. If we do it's best if you come up with it yourself, so that it fits the story best and so that you're happy with it. My opinion.
About the writing, what this guy said >>22793. Anything with Tewi in an important role is instant win so no problems there. The writing flows nicely, there are no glaring typos and mistakes,... all in all you're doing great! You're even drawing your own pictures for the updates
>> No. 22813
[x]is distracting, get some clothes on her.
-[x]Those berries seem good.

-[x]Her relation with your father
--[x]Ask about the clover.

Works for me~!
>> No. 22819
[x] >>22787 but written better.

That picture is just a bit frightening.
>> No. 22822
Alright guys I'm calling the vote now and writing. I'll try to figure something out with the name but I think for now its best to hold off until the main character is further defined. Thanks though for those putting effort into looking for names, I've gotten a few ideas just by seeing them so it's not in vain.

I know but isn't that what makes Tewi so great?

You can expect an update in a reasonable amount of time, on par of what it takes to construct a wall of text.
>> No. 22823
>Alright guys I'm calling the vote now and writing.

>> No. 22828
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"A friend, do you mean my father?" You say with a surprised tone.

She gives a nod as an answer. This is the first time you've heard of it. Not once did your father mention a girl like this, well perhaps not directly. You remember he used to tell tales teaching morals and other important values, some of which did have youkai but nothing close to her at all. Now that you think about it, he always had a peculiar way when speaking of anyone; be it humans or youkai.

"All living beings have the ability to be good or evil; their actions should display the genuinity of their soul." In a solemn tone these words resonate in his voice.

He also spoke of gullible fools but trust has to begin somewhere. So first things first...

"I'd like to ask you some questions, but before that I want to give you something." While you speak you place some wood into the stone oven. It’s pretty useful because it warms the house and gives some options when making some breakfast. You spark some tinder on top the resting pile which, after a few moments, spreads flames to your satisfaction.

"A gift?" She tries to hide her excitement but it shows all to well in her voice and ears. "I'll be in your care."

"Good. Come stand over here while I prepare it." You dust off loose bark from your hands.

The soft pitter patter of her feet make their way across the room in agreement while you look through some of you previous projects. You could easily part with one with these. After some shuffling you find a just finished pink dress, it's of western design or so you've been told. Even after all your years of working, it's surprising to know that there are still clothes unknown to you. Pulling it away from its resting place reveals its true splendor, the frills flitter at even slight movements. With a glance you can tell that it’s a little big for her but challenge is the road to improvement.

Making your way towards the awaiting rabbit you ask. "Shall we begin?"

The sound of silk gliding over skin is perhaps something that only you can enjoy, but it doesn't matter; this is who you are. You guide her head and petite arms though the openings of the dress. It drapes over her body disgustingly, no form, no emphasis, it's a mess. Grabbing your tools and spare cloth from the nearby desk you begin your art.


The material slides from your grasp and wraps around her waist, slowly shaping the folds to fit her body. The needle in your other hand navigates in and out of the fine silk tapestry leaving a trail of thread. The smooth metal brushes against her body ever so delicately. Only an amateur would use a doll to perform these small adjustments, there are unique subtleties in each and every body that cannot be imitated by something so lifeless. You tighten the last pass of thread and step back to take look at you work so far.

The small girl now goes to examine her new clothes as well, first the front then twisting her head in an attempt to see the back. Something is off, but what... you fiddle with the hanging needles that have somehow found their way on the edge of your lips.

"Did you enj-!?" She beings to speak but you interrupt her with your actions.

Ah ha! That’s what's wrong, her tail. You kneel down next to her and raise the dress from the inside. With a quick snip of some scissors you create a new hole in the fabric. You remind yourself that these newly created edges will tear if not properly supported. However, this matter is frivolous. You start an action that you've done countless times before, it happens as naturally as breathing, the simple back and forth motion of the thread is almost hypnotizing.

"When you work as a tailor it's expected to see the female form." You speak candidly as you finish and skillfully place the tail through the dress without touching her body.

"Those hands are dangerous." She covers herself with her hands and there is a clear frown on that now pink tinged face.

You can't help but chuckle at her body expressions perhaps that will teach her to stop teasing so much. Once you have finished being amused, you take a quick glance at the finished product. It really is befitting of her, unlike the more formal clothes you've made this one will let her move around freely yet still have an air of elegance. As much as you like to admire your own handy work, by now much of the wood should be lit. You can feel the warmth from the room soak into your body.

"Don't be so mad, I'll make it up with breakfast. Can rabbits eat baked goods?"

"Tewi, my name is Tewi and yes I can eat them." You're not really sure why but it sounds like you offended her.

"Tewi can I use your berries?" You repeat her name in hopes that it will calm her down.

"Fine, but only if you try a few fresh. I'm sure they taste better that way than cooked."

She plops down next to the table and fidgets around in her dress, still getting used to it. You take a sample of the fruit sitting bowl and place it in your mouth, it's surprisingly cool. Tewi must have washed them off in the stream. The flavor is hard to describe, it has a mix of sweet yet tart, neither of which overpowers the other. You try one more, warm? This one might have rested on her hand as she carried them here. To your surprise it doesn't taste the same at all. This one is sweeter and practically melts in your mouth as the flesh escapes the protective skin. You try a few more to see if it’s the same for all of them. It is, what a curious type of berry.

"These are good, what are they?" The flavor still floats pleasantly on your taste buds.

"I'm not sure what their name is but they are a favorite." She watches you try them with a smile on her face.

"It's better to stop before I eat them all and there are none left to bake." You now mirror her smile as her grows wider.

You grab all the materials you need to make some quick and simple pastries. In addition to that you had some spare apples lying around and thought it would complement the recently received fruit. You mesh together the ingredients in a bowl which makes easily shapeable dough. After that it’s just a matter of preparing the apples and putting everything together. You push fruit filled dough wraps into the oven one at a time where they will bask in heat for a spell.

"So how do you know my father?" You asked when you finished placing the last of them in the stone oven.

"Well to make a long story short, I was laying in the middle of a forest with serious injuries and when was pretty much exhausted to the point where I had just about given up hope in living. That's about when your father showed up and nursed me back to health." She sits there to ponder for a bit before beginning again. "After that I decided to travel with him from place to place to help and repay the kindness he showed me. I don't remember exactly how long it was but it was probably because it was always interesting to be around him. Eventually we went our separate ways keeping in contact every once in a while."

Wait something doesn't quite add up, your father rarely traveled anywhere.

"If you were to guess, how long did you travel with him?" You ask eager for answers.

"It was at least six months."

Six months? You don't recall any time where he's been gone for that long. Is Tewi lying or does she just not remember it correctly? You voice your thoughts to her and demand answers.

"That's because it was before you were born. Don't be fooled by my looks I'm actually older than you."

...Older than you. Those last fragments of the sentence has left you speechless. A tingling feeling washes over as though you could no longer tell up from down. Why did this come as a shock to you, was it unbelievable? No, you had known that most youkai have a longer lifespan than humans. What shocked you was that you had, for a brief moment, forgotten that she was indeed a youkai. Tewi appeared practically human but the only thing that sets her apart from you is a pair of floppy ears and a tail. It's not just appearance that is the same, emotions and mannerisms are practically indistinguishable. However, human logic cannot be applied to youkai, they exist on a different tier of life.

"A youkai..." A mutter slips from your mouth

"Yes, what about youkai?"

"How long do they live?" You trip over your thoughts and ask a question you already know the answer to.

"There are many types of youkai, there are those that will live as long as human exists and those that live for just a handful of years." She continues "But that diversity goes beyond just lifespans. They can resemble beasts, monsters that can't be fathomed even in the darkest part of the mind, even completely resemble a human hidden amongst the crowd..." Her voice holds a coldness completely different from before.


"... they can feed off of your desires, your fears..."


"... the flesh of animals..."


"... the flesh of hu-"

"TEWI STOP!" You yell out desperately trying to shake the images away.

Silence fills the room for a brief moment.

"Yes, I am branded as a youkai."

"I'm sorry I just..."

"It's fine as long as you understand and remember." She sniffs the air "I think breakfast is ready."

You take out the finished pastries absentmindedly, occupied with what Tewi had said. Recalling those overwhelming feelings when you had seen her in the stream, that is how humans see youkai. It must be difficult for her, to be loathed for no real reason, to have all blame pushed onto her, but what do you know of rejection like that. You hand one of the fruit filled pastries to Tewi, which she gladly accepts.

"Wow, this is delicious." She practically scarfed it down, or at least tries to as she blows on the hot filling inside after every bite.


The mood had considerably lightened as the two of you enjoy the warmth of the room and the euphoric sensation of a full stomach. You had to surrender the last one to Tewi because it was so filling that even another bite would have been to much. In consideration of her being so small, you wonder where she stores it all.

"Hey Tewi?" You break the silence with a question.


"Did you give me that five leaf clover?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well I was wondering if there was more to know about it."

"Well..." She is leaning forward now clasping her hands together in front of her chest and closes both of her eyes. "If you truly hold it against your heart and pray all if your might, it has the ability to grant any wish you desire." She now peaks open one of her eyes to see your reaction.


"Come on, don't have to be so serious." She returns to a more neutral position "I thought it would have been a nice gift to keep your spirits up. There's a one in a hundred-thousand chance for a four-leaf clover, so imagine how rare a five-leaf clover is!"

"Thanks" You can't help smile at this ridiculous situation.

"I wonder... what do you think your father did before he was a tailor? No matter, do you want to find out?" She says with a mischievous grin on her face.

What is she going on about? If what she is saying it true then your father was hiding something from you. You can go with Tewi to find the truth or you can respect your father's wishes of not knowing.

What is a lie?

[ ]Accept
[ ]Decline


I might have over extended myself a little with this update, a good lesson to learn where my limits are. Anyway please enjoy the update and excuse the mess.
>> No. 22829

Down the hole and into madness.
>> No. 22830
[x] Accept

Lets not ignore the plot hooks. That never ends well.
>> No. 22833
[safety dance]Accept

So we have a (brunette) White Rabbit, and a (Not Mad) Mad (Tailor) Hatter. Where's the rest of the party coming in, I wonder?
>> No. 22834

Can't possibly go wrong~!
>> No. 22837
>What is a lie?

A miserable pile of Tewi.

[x] Accept
>> No. 22838
This last update could have done with a little more proofreading.
[ ]Accept
>> No. 22842
>> No. 22844
That's secrets not lies. Big difference.
[x] Accept
No declines? This better end well
>> No. 22862
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It has been several hours since you decided to accept Tewi's offer and so the journey outside had begun. The surroundings have only really offered two sights to see, trees and plants. There were paths at one point but you haven't seen one in quite some time now. Luckily, you brought some traveling supplies just in case. Well... maybe not so much since every few minutes when you feel the strap dig into your shoulder, grating on you. Fatigue makes it feel heavier and heavier with every single step. Earlier you questioned where you were heading but it apparently was meant to be a 'surprise'.

"I thought you said that it wouldn't take that long to get there." You break the monotony of your footsteps with a question.

"We would have been there already if you went faster." She returns with a smile.

If only you could keep up with her, she's practically frolicking through the woods. The pink dress ripples in the air whenever she moves at regular intervals. It's difficult to describe but it's somewhere between a skip and a hop. Along with that every so often she would spin around to look at you before continuing. The whole time she's had her arms folded behind her, oh to be so carefree.

"Tewi can we take a break?" You show her the now empty water pouch you've been slowly working away on. It is now disappointingly empty.

"Hmmm" She fingers her bottom lip with some consideration. "Ok, just rest by that tree and I'll get you some more water." You gladly hand her the pouch and take refuge on a shady rock. The white rabbit quickly vanishes in the blink of an eye, you would comment on how she's such a show off but you're grateful she is getting some more water. Placing the supplies down, you lean against the tree and feel the bark at your back. Just a short nap...

"Isn't that nice of her?" The sound of an unfamiliar voice interrupts before you even get a second of rest. It's as if someone were whispering into both your ears at once. As quick as shutters, your eyelids snap open.

"Who's there!?" You quickly get up and look around at your surroundings.

"Up here." You're eyes follow the direction from where the voice came from until they are met with a vibrant orange. There is a shimmering glow emanating from her eyes which gets cast on her surroundings. It's reminiscent of basking in the setting sun.

Unable to help yourself, you look over this new figure. Her hair cascades down the the sides of the tree as her body as she leans over the side of a branch. A set of fingers curl around the branch's edge. Attached to them is something you could call nails but that would be dead wrong. They protrude from tip of her fingers and would be closer to a set of claws. On top of her head sits a pair of cat ears but you can't tell any other real distinguishing feature. A bushy tail hangs over her rear side, it looks a little on the short side but you're not sure. And for the sake of your health, you glance over her other assets despite them being highlighted by the sun.

"Who are you?"

"Just a sleepy cat. aawwhhhnn" You watch in disbelief as she completely disappears even though you were staring the whole time. It only lasts for a moment before you see her lying in the same spot. "Someone's talking woke me up from my nap."

"I didn't mea-"

"Hey, have you been there before?" The tone of her voice perks up dramatically.

"What, where?"

"To the moon of course!"

"Ummm, not really..."

"It seems like a nice place to sight see considering it's all shiny."
The light from her eyes increases in strength for a brief moment before returning to normal. "Although I heard that it's completely filled with the brim with lunatics. You'd fit there fine though."

"What's that suppose to mean?" You ask hoping to salvage this spiraling conversation.

A wide grin appears on her face. However that doesn't last long and you find yourself looking at leaves and empty branches. Several seconds pass as wait hoping that she would reappear but it doesn't happen. Nervously glancing around, you hoped for some clue to where she has hidden.

"You're insane." The voice is coming from behind you now.

"I'm completely sane." You retort while flipping around quite surprised and regain your bearing.

"Are you sure, why else would you be here? It's a better excuse than taking a little girl into the forest alone."


"Well your delicious looking friend is coming back so, I'll leave you two alone." With a wink she fades into the background.

In the end you are scratching your head and sighing, is it that hard to have a proper conversation? The only thing with a point was when she spoke of moon people. There were rumors before of the moon princess staying in a bamboo forest. However that was over a year ago, apparently she returned by then.

"Maybe..." You consider for a moment but then stop yourself. The second you consider a conversation like that valid is the same time you've fallen into madness.

You sit back on the rock and wait for Tewi to arrive.

When Tewi gets back...
[ ]Ask about that cat.
[ ]Don't bother, it wasn't that important anyway.

[ ]Write-ins ( Anything else you want to ask or do )
>> No. 22863
[x]Don't bother, it wasn't that important anyway.

Asking about the cat would lend credence to what she says. As we are not insane, we shall not worry about what a cat thinks.
>> No. 22864
[x] Ask if she's sure those berries were safe for human consumption.
[x] Ask about that cat.

One pill makes you larger.
And one pill makes you small.
>> No. 22865
Tewi's a white rabbit (albeit not a late one), or maybe a March hare, and that cat seemed awfully cheshire. Since we're a tailor, one could argue that we're a hatter, and the cat claims we're mad.

Coincidence? Outside of the cat, probably.
>> No. 22866
[ ]Ask about that cat.
>> No. 22867
[x]Ask about that cat.
I like that picture.
>> No. 22868
[x]Ask about that cat.

Talking cats are normal in Gensokyo.
>> No. 22906
So. When can we expect a new update? Do take your time, just asking.
>> No. 22919
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I am not exactly dead yet but both words and inspiration have been lost for me these past few days. Things have been kind of busy as well so after my next update I might not be able to do so for about a week. Hopefully I'll have more time when all of this passes.

Next update in a day or two since its been half done for a bit, please accept this sexy Tewi as a small gesture from me.
>> No. 22920
>sexy Tewi
You're doing it right.
Hope inspiration hits you soon.
>> No. 22925
>Next update in a day or two since its been half done for a bit, please accept this sexy Tewi as a small gesture from me.

>> No. 22930
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It doesn't take long for Tewi to return with a now full pouch of water. With a nodding thanks, you gladly quench your thirst with the chill liquid. Along with the previous rest, even if it was for just a few moments, the water is rejuvenating. The two of you begin your trek through the woods once again. This time however, Tewi seems to be taking her time as well. No longer is she just skipping, instead she walks at a leading pace with a calm expression about her. Maybe the extra trip she took has gotten rid of all that excess energy.

"While you were gone, a cat had come to visit me." Tewi turns her head to you with a confused look when you say this.

"A cat? I looked around before I left and I didn't see anything like that."

"Well..." You tell her what you recall from the short meeting, mostly on her glowing eyes, looks, and how she would disappear. Some of the other less important details you've leave out. As you describe the situation the perplexed expression on her face gradually fades away.

"Invisible, huh? Well at least you got a nice one." She comments as if were no big deal but then begins explaining. "Female youkai are easier to deal with compared to the male ones, but you shouldn't let your guard down with either of them. As for those powers, it comes with age. So it’s normal for someone that's been around to have something like that. I'd like to say wisdom comes with age too... but it doesn't show sometimes."

You silently agree with what she had said first, it sounds like if you met something else it would have turned out badly. The spontaneous chat from earlier might have been a little odd and innocent but you couldn't shake off the feeling of being helpless. From what you have seen youkai are just interesting people, if only you could meet them on more even grounds.

"Hmmm, do you have powers as well?" You ask wanting to know more about your companion.

"What makes you think I have a power?" An expecting grin appears on her face. Is she testing you?

"You're pretty fast when you want to be, I can barely keep up just watching you." Originally you had wanted to bring up the idea that she was fairly old but quickly decided against it. Having spent a fair share of time chit-chatting with customers, it has taught you how delicate a subject age is. It basically boils down to what a person values in an age.

"Nyehehe, youkai are naturally more athletic than humans. It doesn't have anything to do with any special abilities." Her words wrapped in a confident tone, she boasts. "But to answer your question, nope no powers." She seems satisfied with your answer but that snicker of hers still makes you cringe inside. Maybe its just one of her quirks that you have to deal with.


"Here, this is it." Tewi announces, by now it is some time in the afternoon but you're just glad it’s over.

Finally you made it, hidden away behind the brush, embedded on the side of a hill rests a round wooden entrance way. With a tight grasp on the door's handle, it creaks open letting out a dry draft of air. The light from outside only reaches in a short distance before it melds together with a pitch black. Peeking from the darkness, a white stick of wax reveals itself to you. The candle serves its purpose well when lit. It uncovers a small store room with various drawers lining the back wall. The floor, the walls, even the ceiling are all made wooden boards. There is also a small table and futon at the ends of the room. This place would be excellent if someone wanted to hide.

"I guess you want to know what's going on." Tewi looks through some of the drawers and pulls out a few objects. She places them on the table and you can see a small case, book, and a piece of metal. "This is what your father carried around most of the time, well except this thing." She points the metal object. "That was given to me recently. From what I have seen, some people would label him as a youkai hunter but he was pretty much a free soul, like a traveling story teller. He told his tales to those that listened and went place to place in search for things of interest."

That really does sound like something he would do. Your hands wander to his old possessions. Opening the small case reveals a set of seven thin and decent length stakes. At first glance you can tell that they have seen their fair share of usage shown through their various lengths and rough edges from re-sharpening. They all follow this pattern except the one sitting directly in the middle, it seems out of place being completely untouched. Not exactly sure what to make of it, you continue your examination by pulling one out of its confines. Even when simply lifting one, it is easy to tell that it commands an odd weight as it travels in hand. The feeling it gives off is like constantly cutting though the air itself.

"What are these for?" You question to quell the nibblings at the edge of your mind.

"He used those when he first met, I didn't want to tell you until you were sure you wanted to know." She opens the small book and flips though the pages, some filled top to bottom with notes and others contain sketches of various people, creatures, and objects. Tewi gets to the page she wanted and turns it so you could get a better view. "These creatures attacked me and by using these he stunned them long enough to escape with me."

"Did he throw them?" On closer examination of the page there are a few mark scattered across the body of the drawing. Reading the notes off to the side don't make a whole lot of sense at the moment.

"They never left his hand or his side the whole time I've been with him. When I asked, he only told me that they are a precious gift."

Picking up the remaining unexamined item you begin to look at it closely. At first you thought it was a regular looking coin but the design is different. Mostly flat with a hole placed directly in the center and a sort of notch taken out of it. Wait, there is something written here. Etched into the surface reads...

True happiness can be found
On a path made from pieces.
They seek to be whole
Despite being different.
What awaits in the end
Is something that can be forever treasured.

Is this what the old man was talking about, true happiness? Why didn't he just give me the coin in the first place? Why is Tewi involved in all of this? If his goal was to fill your head with a bunch of questions he has certainly succeeded.

As you handle the cool metal piece, a bright red line passes through the face starting at the inner hole and makes it way to the coin's edges. You turn it and the mark stays in place like a compass, it wavers just before it settles in the same direction as before. On the backside is a glowing ring bordering the entire face.

"What are you doing?" She sits upright suddenly.

"Can you see it?" You show her the small token.

"See what?" She leans over the top of the table squinting closely at the object in your hand.

"The red marks on it. It's impossible to miss."

"I don't see anything, maybe its some kind of magic." Sitting down with a shrug.

"It looks like it's pointing towards something."

"Well what are you waiting around for, let's find out!"

You give her a nod, maybe with time you'll get more answers about Tewi, about your dad... all of this. In the meantime it wouldn't be bad to go out to find some more work; it's been a few days since you started your break.


With a quick trip back to your home, you picked up a few supplies needed for your work before heading in the direction of the red illuminated strip. Since there is no real rush, you decide to take the side roads as usual. There was enough daylight left to get a few hours travel time before the sky turned to a rich orange. Luckily you find a small sign sitting where the path diverges up ahead, it points at an inn which seems to be newly opened. This is a good place as any to stop and rest until morning.

Although, there is one problem. While you're more comfortable around youkai it would be bad to openly associate with Tewi, people might get the wrong idea. You could try to sneak her in somehow but that runs the risk of being caught. On the other hand, you can let Tewi do her thing in the wilderness but of course that doesn't exactly sit well with you. Decisions, decisions.

[ ]Sneak her in somehow.
[ ]Have her fend for herself.
>> No. 22931
[z]Sneak her in somehow.
>> No. 22932
>"But to answer your question, nope no powers." She seems satisfied with your answer but that snicker of hers still makes you cringe inside. Maybe its just one of her quirks that you have to deal with.

Luck & lies, gentlemen.

Let me say writefag, I fucking love the story so far.

[x] Have her fend for herself.

Millennia old youkai have nothing to fear from sleeping in the forest. On the other hand, if we're looking for more work, we'll be spending more than just the night in town. If we want to bring her with when we visit shopkeepers or potential clients, she'll need a disguise.

Epileptic tree time: MC's father really was a youkai hunter, but knew Tewi only as an enemy. Much less rescue her, he bound her using those stakes/persuasion needles, which means that she isn't lying about having no powers. She waited until the father died so she could manipulate the son into eventually breaking the seal.
>> No. 22933
[x]Sneak her in somehow.

Perhaps it is my inherent optimism, but I simply cannot suspect Tewi of being anything less than benign. Until she actually does something, she's alright in my book.
>> No. 22935
[x]Sneak her in somehow.

Works for me~!
>> No. 22937
[x]Sneak her in somehow.
>> No. 22941
[x]Sneak her in somehow.

It's just common decency to try to properly shelter a companion. It doesn't have to stop at sheltering and feeding. Disguises are always good though there's nothing on-hand probably to disguise Tewi with.

For some reason I can't help but think of the possibility of someone accidentally seeing the protagonist with a young girl in his room late at night and assuming they are just young lovers having a secret rendezvous. Shadows and distance can do a good job of hiding ears.
>> No. 22943
Thank you for the compliment, it's interesting to see what someone else has come up with just these few pieces of knowledge. Wandering imaginations are fun indeed. I would like to say more but you know how stories go.

On a shorter note, I have a question for everyone. About what year do you think it is?
>> No. 22944
2010. Do you think we are crazy or something?
I'm thinking pre-border. I don't have any concrete date in mind, but widespread youkai hunting, and his exaggerated fear of youkai suggest he is not in spellcard-era.
>> No. 22945
[x]Have her fend for herself.
>> No. 22946
His unusual fear of youkai and making her dress gives me a feeling this is many years before the weakening of the border.
It's an interesting story as of now, I can't wait to see where this will head.
>> No. 23081
So I guess this is dead? ;_;
>> No. 23190
>> No. 23192
Go go updates! "A Tewi route is fine too" is what it says!
>> No. 23462
If you're out there, usg, we haven't forgotten about you. This story is unique, and your Tewi is both delightful and nuanced.
>> No. 25907
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It really has been a while hasn't it? For that I really have no real reason. Those that were following this story, I can understand how bitter having a story suddenly stop can be. There are many things I would like to convey but I can say that L&L will be my only interactive story thread that I will create until it is finished, no matter how long it takes. I have not forgotten about this story nor will I ever, THP has been a source of countless hours of entertainment and its roots run deep. There were many times I came back wishing that I could finish writing what I started but I suppose that is me just complaining about my lackings. So in the end I want those that enjoyed the story to continue to, despite what I have done personally, a story free of the situations and the writer that happened to it. Here, please enjoy the continuation of the tale about an earth rabbit and an unnamed tailor.


Traveling has always been valuable time to reflect while letting the surroundings seep through your senses. The barely audible and hinting chilled wind, that slips between the trunks and twigs, whispers a song to all its friends in nature. Mixing and dancing together, the soft glow of branches and the flickering remnants of the sun's rays separate the horizon. The trees dance and dance as the sun goes to sleep, their shadows grow longer in celebration. The forest's edge mimics the dirt's path along the ground, or perhaps it is the other way around. Bound to the road and the prospect of shelter from the cool night you continue on.

For a while now you have been watching the constant march of foot prints in the soft ground. Accompanying the marks, in rhythm, is an distinct tappings of a bamboo deer scarer which can be heard from a distance. The maker of indentations is your companion before you, her movements are serene and relaxed. Small wisps of dust escape from beneath her feet to avoid getting pressed into the worn and dry path. How different she is from the rest of the comparatively frantic scenery. She would look back, as though she was making sure she didn't lose you on this difficult trek. A practically straight line. Every time she does, you can not help but give a smile and a short nod in which she returns before leading again. Had it not been for that you could have not noticed her. Without that she could have easily been a part of the background.

That is why she draws your attention and thoughts, you'll have to devise a plan. The sound of bamboo hitting against flat stone becomes more clear and distinguished as a small inn takes up more of the view. As much as you would like to simply walk in and rent a room with Tewi, there is the problem of her distinct features getting in the way. There is no telling how the owners would react to have a youkai stroll into the building. Stuffing her into a bag would be a simple way to sneak her in. However, since there isn't any room left in yours it is impractical. Impractical, yet an amusing idea. You hadn't realized it but Tewi had been doing one of her routine checks and noted the grin on your face with a verbal punch.

"Did you think of something funny?" Apparently the change was enough to pique her curiosity. Her position has shifted with a quick spin of her heel and now is pressing foot prints in the opposite direction as she walks. There was a long enough pause so that the tracks you were following are now uniformly backwards in front of you. During that time you were able to take a quick glance at the building to ascertain the most prominent features. Mainly the style of windows they have, they are of the sliding variety and they are sets that embeds themselves near the top of the walls of each room. The building, in general, could probably hold a few sets of guests.

"I did, but I've thought of a way to get you inside." You attempt to push away the thought of having the small rabbit scrunched up with her knees against her chest, whispering for you to hurry up from inside cloth confines. Based on what you have seen from her athletic ability she should be able to make that jump for the window. The only thing to worry about is not getting seen and timing.

"That's simple though, I just walk in through the front door. Or do you not want to be seen with me?" She tosses a loaded question at you and expectingly waits for your response. It's brief but she shows you a lazily hand-concealed grin and an amused gaze to match, completing the sly look.

"It's not that, I just think it would be the best if we don't cause a commotion as we travel. As soon as I get more material I'll make you something so that you won't have to jump through hoops..." You say seriously at first but taking jab back at her is the only thing that will leave you satisfied. "However, you should be grateful that you even get to share a room with me." At first Tewi is surprised by what you said but adapting to the situation seems to be a skill of hers as the expression fades as fast as it came.

"Oh what a fool I've been, gentle tailor of needle and thread let me be by your side. Nyehehe." Playing along she does a curtsy with that fine pink dress. "Tell me the plan that will keep us together on this long night."


After telling her the method to get in, she takes action. As quick as sound, she vanishes from the path and blends into the tree line. Now it's your turn to setup the rest. Approaching the main door you can tell of the quality craftsmanship in the walls and floor. It is a fine place to stay, hopefully it won't cost too much. Pushing to the side the cloth separator covering the door, you are met with the warm air of a crackling fireplace hinted with the aroma of dried flowers scattered about. There is a subtle sweet smell hanging on the edge of your breaths, immediately smoothing any tenseness and worries from before.

Stepping inside you are met with the sight of two workers. One is resting behind the desk in a chair working on something hidden by a few small ornaments on the surface. The other is sweeping close to the entrance against the few stray leaves and dirt that have drifted their way inside. They both are clothed in similar samue outfits, the taller of the two is wearing dark blue and the smaller one has a faded orange one. The durable but loose fit for freedom of movement has always made it a good choice when it comes to working. It consists of two main pieces. The top that is similar to that of a robe in the way it wraps around the body. The bottom is a simple large piece of overlapping sheet of cloth that encompasses the legs almost to the ankles, although the standard version commonly worn are pants. One of the distinct properties of this particular style is that despite being loose, the wayward fabric is usually secured by bands that wrap around the waist and the around the shoulders for when one needs to roll up their sleeves. It is pretty impressive that they have a vibrant pallet of colors for an out of the way place like this, dyes have always been an expense that many forgo.

"Welcome!" The first one to notice me is the one maintaining the floor with the broom fashioned with fine branches and string. She is the taller of the two, it is apparent even when the one in orange is sitting down.

"Good evening, I would like to rent a room. Are any available?" You respond with a standard greeting.

"Ah of course." She leads you to the desk and takes places a scroll out in front of you. It gets unfurled and reveals its contents, all the up to the end it is just blank. "We just finished opening recently, it was pretty tough work but it will pay off in the end. The garden especially, it always has problems with wild animals." She comments about the empty scroll preemptively. That is rewarded from a quick glare from the one behind the desk.

"Don't mind my sister she is always talkative. I'm sure that you are weary." She straightens out the papers she was working on and then suggests a price.

It seems a little low just based on the inn's appearance but they suggest since you are one of the first customers they would offer you a deal. In the end you gave the two a generous amount under the guise that you shouldn't be bothered since you have important work to do.


"Please don't hesitate to come get us if you need anything." You are taken to a simple room with the usual amenities for lodging and given a simple line for her to retreat back to her own business. You give her a nod before examining the room a little more closely.

Built in drawers and closets line the wall. That is probably where the bed is hidden, with a quick check it confirms your thoughts as a loosely rolled bundle of cloth makes up the futon. In the center of the room is a small table that has four floor pillows distributed on all sides. It is a little plain compared to the front lobby area but that is alright. The most important is the design of the window nestled on the opposite wall from the door. It is high off the ground but still has a common sliding construction. Those of shorter stature would have some difficulty enjoying the view.


Accompanying the sound of the wooden frame opening is the cool and warm air swapping places. It is a slight breeze but it will be alright for a while. A glance left and right through the freshly opened passage makes sure that area is clear. Then with a quick hop and lifting yourself onto the window's support, you are able to seat comfortably half in and half out. The opening is large enough to not have to duck too much as you signal with a beckon to the edge of the forest.

The rustling in the distant foliage is followed by a pink flash escaping from the few remainders of green that have been caught in the current of such agility. A zig-zag pattern assembles in your mind as you watch the rabbit approach, at each change of angle you are able to see a few moments of her movements. A series of short leaps cover ground quickly as she shifts her weight with the help of her arms and hands. Imagining is the best you can do, it fills in the gaps that your eyes cannot. A natural sway from side to side as the length of the dress adjusts to the sudden shifts of gravity, the twist of her hands and arms as they make contact with the ground to provide adjustment and balance, and the powerful forward springs just before landing again.

It does not take long for that sizable field of grass be overtaken by Tewi. Just as she nears the building her style of stride suddenly changes to a more straight forward style of jump. The distinction between the two is jarring, she lands on the wooden walkway below extending the length of time she allows contact with the ground. Completely silent, having her slowly lower herself while landing makes her just like a feather. During the final length between you, she extends her arm in the duration of her jump. As planned you take her hand and pull her in. Your eyes have not betrayed you when you lift Tewi through the opening, that small frame could not be anything but light. What does catch you off guard however is how soft her hand is despite her recent display on how she maneuvers. Placing her down with a muted thud the both of you make it to the comforting interior.

"Thank-" Tewi begins to speak but she quickly finds herself holding her nose as she is caught off guard. "It seems like they went overboard with all the flowers." You can't help yourself but watch her face scrunch up while she looks around the room. However, her discomfort doesn't last long as she is soon sitting rudely on the table in the middle of the room. Slowly alternating and shifting legs bend as they hang from the side of the wooden resting spot. "Do you think they have anything to do here?" Her attention returns to you after a quick glance around the room. It is pretty obvious that she is not impressed and her boredom clearly shows.

"I don't think they have anything besides the usual food, bath, and bed." You try explaining to her as you close the window behind you. It somehow seems that she missed the point that an inn is made for resting.

You take a seat at the table and pull out the small book from your bag that was found in that literal hole in the ground. This is the first real chance that you had time to look at it.

"I'm going to see if I can figure something out from this, maybe some answers." You explain to Tewi, you can't really help that she seems bored but you had spent most of the day with her already so it wouldn't be too much to ask.


You look up from the pages that contain nonsensical information and wipe the fatigue from your eyes. It is like wading in a sea of knowledge, grasping at anything nearby for a reference point just to even get a semblance of direction. Perhaps the pieces of the puzzle are slowly coming together or maybe not. Reorienting yourself from being lost in the pages, you realize that Tewi had left the room. Oh, there was a time where you thought you heard Tewi say she was going for a walk or something along those lines.


Any remnants of a daze that lingered is instantly dissipated when you hear the familiar sound of thunder booming. Have you really been that distracted that you haven't even noticed the rain falling outside? Now entering your senses is the consistent sound of rainfall splashing against the roof of the inn and the waning echoes of the sky's call.

You wonder to yourself if Tewi could even catch a cold as you wander through the inn, the bright hue of the sun has faded and night had quickly taken its place. The surrounding rooms have their doors stand open until their occupation so they can receive warmth emanating from the central fireplace. However, one door remains close on this hall. It's owner is instantly given away when you spot the title carved into the wood pillar next to the sole sealed gateway. It belongs to the keepers of the inn. The remainder of the building remains just as barren as the unrented rooms, The kitchen and the front entrance way included.

Where is everyone at? They wouldn't be outside would they?

So you find yourself standing in front of the only place that you haven't checked inside.

"Sorry to bother you." You announce your presence as you knock just under the title in the sturdy support structure.

Time passes uneasily as you await a response, the autonomous operations of the fire and clack of bamboo from the garden are the only signs of life.

[ ]What you seek is not here but in the garden.
[ ]The truth is just beyond the gate.


Feedback and critique are always welcome. It might be a little slow for me to get back into things in the beginning but it should be fine for the chance for everyone to vote.
>> No. 25908
[ ]The truth is just beyond the gate.

Welcome back, writer I have never before encountered. I like Tewi and, by proxy, you.
>> No. 25909
[x]What you seek is not here but in the garden.

I'm concerned about Tewi and were these two the Akis?
>> No. 25910
[x]What you seek is not here but in the garden.

Cheers to a revival.
>> No. 25911
[x] What you seek is not here but in the garden. 
>> No. 25912
[X]What you seek is not here but in the garden.
>> No. 25913
A bunch of writers have been mean to Tewi while you were gone.

Good to see you're back to set things straight.
>> No. 25914
[x]What you seek is not here but in the garden.

I can't believe it's been this long.
>> No. 25915
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That's no good but it seems that Eientei rabbits are prone to abuse. Let us celebrate future prospects of simple and sweet times with Tewi with an image.
>> No. 25916

Cheers, mate!
>> No. 25917
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Tewi cannot be inside the inn at the moment. It wouldn't make sense at all for her to be here. You are unsure why but you are compelled to move toward the garden. So with haste, you proceed through the halls. Your eyes scan the objects in the dimly lit rooms confirming once more that there is no one in the inn. In the kitchen there is an entryway closest to your destination.

You slide the door out of the way and take a half-step out before coming to a complete halt. The unfolding of events before you seem like a series of impossibilities. You want to scream out and object to the absurdities but you wait and watch for the chance to fill in the gaps in your thoughts.

The droning of rain is the only thing that makes it to your ears... A colossal impact of a punch that should be followed by the sound of cracking ribs is completely muted. Accumulations of water that rested on the fabric of the dress are shaken loose, it is visible even from this distance. The grunt or scream that should be coming from the hurtling body garbed in pink never makes it to your ears. The thud that should echo as she lands face first in the muddied rain water in the garden, none of it makes it.

The two inn keepers stand over the crumpled figure in the garden. Their length of black hair and vibrant clothes droop in the dreary weather as they soak up the falling droplets. They are far more concerned with other things than to care about the oppressive environment. The taller of the two slings a sack of grain over her shoulder.

Where did she get that bag from? Wait, where did Tewi go? The spot on the floor where she was before is now empty. So many things don't add up, its like reading a book out of order and just seeing effects without the causes. Just continuing to read will eventually lead to an answer but the outcome will always be the same, just flipping through the pages.

This situation, you have a feeling that something like this happened not to long ago. However, unlike before you don't have the comfort of being concealed by the forestry and foliage. The glow of the fireplace at your back escapes past you in the newly created gap of the building. Both of the two ladies have spotted you in no time and in turn face towards you.

"Oh, it's a shame to do this to a paying customer but..." Her sister seems ready to pounce on you but a quick wave of the little one's hand pauses the taller sibling. She then mechanically caresses the air with fine precision. Each stroke with her left had causes the accumulating light in her reaching right palm to grow. There is a feeling of dread in the moments that you watch a weapon being drawn on you. You may not understand the details behind it but those words and those actions are not the ones you want. You face the taut string of a bow and its notched arrow in just under a second. With a practiced movement its flight towards you begins, you can perceive its speed unlike a loosed arrow but behind it you can sense its weight on the world. From this distance there should be enough time to move out of its way, someone can easily react to this projectile.


It is that same instinct that moves you to dodge the flying point of light that causes you to reel backwards as well. For just a moment you are forced a glimpse of a bottomless pit in front of you, the jagged depths and darkness inviting only those that welcome death. Your confusion is short lived while you feel the slam of heat against the center of your chest. A bright light briefly blinds your senses and it repels you backwards. There is a heavy thud that echoes through your body, a sudden sharp pain to the back of your head and spine causing you to drop to the ground compelling you to rest on both hands. The distinct sound of metal clattering as the utensils on the counter bang against each other in the free fall caused by the impact. The wood floor board sways in front of your eyes, mere inches away, as you feel the warmth of blood spread from the back of your head to the tip of your nose. A burning sensation claws at your chest from within the folds of your clothes as you watch the few droplets of crimson slowly pool together.

A recently learned feeling creeps back into you once the shock of pain subsides. The confusion, the unknown, the feeling of being helpless. They all merge together seamlessly into a black ooze. It seeps to every corner that is you. It strangles the mind and muscles. It paralyzes thoughts and actions. You damn it, you damn it as hard as you can but it does not help. Once it sets in it crystallizes, the sharp edges fill all gaps and crevices. Doing anything causes it to shear and cut, fragments embedding deeper and deeper the more you struggle. The only thing left to do to stop the pain is to stop moving, stop thinking. Just accept the fear.

"I'm surprised that you are still conscious. A normal human would have fallen asleep instantly." A condescending tone forces your vision upwards, you can see the bottom of her orange outfit and the small set of feet spaced slightly apart before the nausea sets in. "Do you know that stray rabbit? We've had a real problem with wild animals eating our plants in the garden. Ah, no matter, at least we found something to put into the pot for dinner." You grit your teeth and clench your fist against the boards until your knuckles turn white. Something wells up from deep inside you. Each word grates on you more and more. Despite the risk of being shredded apart from the inside, that frivolous pain won't stop you from moving. Terrible thoughts enter your mind. Anything, just anything to make her stop from speaking.


As though answering your call, one final clang of metal is heard as a meat cleaver slides towards your hand. The smell of smoke and blood mix, it drifts up from the opening on your seemingly unscathed clothes.

[ ]Write in
>> No. 25918
not sure what we can do as well... not sure that even going back choices would really help.
>> No. 25920
Sorry if it is a bit drastic/sudden for a first time battle. I wanted to see how a reader would react without any guidance, binary choices felt a little superficial to me. Although I can see how it can be hard without all the pieces clearly defined.

Not all hope is lost though, it not really the fault of votes or anything. If everyone really wants me to I'll assist some more.
>> No. 25921
It'd be one thing if the MC's abilities was clear but combined with reviving from a 2 or so year hiatus and not covering that, well....

Personally I'd rather have some choices on how to do things for a first time battle. That and these days anons aren't that great at pure write ins.
>> No. 25922

Speak for yourself bro. I happen to be an expert at pure write-ins.

[X] Think for a second, your old man handeled this type of situation all the time. What was it that allowed him to throw off this crippeling fear?
-[X] If your father found strenght from the pursuit of his true happiness, maybe you can do the same. Focus on all the positive aspects of your life, and how they seem to coincide with the arrival of a certain rabbit that needs you right now.
--[X] Don't you still have one of those stakes from earlier? Perhaps now, when the enemy is blinded by false confidence, would be the perfect time to use it.
>> No. 25923
For someone like you, there's 19 others who would be stymied.
>> No. 25924
[x] Call out for Tewi
>> No. 25925
While several years is a long time I don't really think it plays that large a role in this instance. Maybe if it were several threads long requiring a significant time investment I could agree. In the end, however, it isn't really up to me how much a person would like to commit to a story.

Something like this post makes me feel like I've written decently enough for someone else to understand what core concepts I want to convey. It may not be 100% correct but the tones are there.


Honestly, the goal for me isn't to punish the readers. As long as the votes aren't completely absurd I'm sure they will find their way into the update.

I don't plan to use this style for every update just the ones that I feel the format of choice reflects the writing. Your feeling should have a similar tone as the MC. Helpless with limited options. The tools are there to solve the puzzle. Even if it gets partially completed someone else can pick up the remainder.

I suppose that is enough rambling from me. Even taking the most obvious choice of picking up the cleaver and swinging, isn't it better to try something than nothing when you are slated to lose everything?
>> No. 25926
I thought it was somehow being used against us, not available to use.
>> No. 25927
[x] Pick up the Cleaver and somehow try to close the distance and fight back.
>> No. 25928
Ah, I see now that it was a little vague. I was trying to keep it short to make it have more impact and keep it simple enough to stay fresh.
>> No. 25929
[x] Attempt to throw the meat cleaver, the attempt to escape.
>> No. 25930
nothing about trying to save Tewi?
>> No. 25931
[x] Call out for Tewi
>> No. 25932
How about voting seriously as opposed to using a joke that's been done to death?
>> No. 25933

I was thinking get the hell outta the immediately dangerous area, then focus on finding the bunny.
>> No. 25934
I think they have tewi in that bag and are thinking about eating her.
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