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[ ] Tell the girls the truth, all of it.
There's no avoiding this, is there? Surely the bringer of mischief must be laughing at your predicament, for true to his nature even his aid brings you trouble in the end. But even so, there is no real question as to what you must do. For what honour has the man who talks with twisted tongue in company of comrades and kin?
"Aye, your questions are fair. As much as I know, I shall tell." You silently search for the right words, the ones that will make the girls accept the revelation you are about to share with them.
"When battle was met I called for the ones on high. To the lords of Asgard I cried, fair-named gods above." You sigh heavily and continue speaking despite the growing sense of foreboding in your heart.
"One did answer, Loki Scar-Lip, god of fire. To me the Sky-Walker lent his powers. Fire, wit, and malice to burn the demon of borders."
"A god?" Alice immediately asks, her face slightly paler than usual. "A god from outside?" She specifies in a worried tone. You reluctantly nod in reply.
"Oh shit..." Marisa moans and buries her head in her hands. "Not again, Reimu's gonna flip isn't she -ze?"
"Similar things have happened before," Alice cautiously explains, "And certain individuals are known to react quite... zealously to any new powers entering Gensokyo."
An uncomfortable silence follows the blue-red one's words. The dollmaker seems lost in thought, and Marisa nervously shifts her weight from one foot to another. You half expected, half dreaded that this would happen. Another unintended consequence, another foolish failure of your making. Are you cursed with ill luck, fated to bring misery and despair to the ones close to you?
"I have brought trouble upon you, have I not?" Your soft-spoken question turns the gazes of the girls upon you, and you find all the confirmation you need in the look of their eyes. You sigh heavily and proceed to answer your own question.
"No, this I know. What else could it bring but strife? What else but spear-shake and shield-clash? For few are the ones, those of power, who live in stillness and peace." The girls exchange a single, awkward glance, then quickly proceed to break eye contact and look away. After another spell of uncomfortable silence the dollmaker finally speaks.
"Yes, to be honest you might have. Though I suspect that there might be more trouble for you in the end. Reimu is known to shoot first and ask questions later." The dollmaker's soft voice bluntly states while Marisa fidgets nervously, tugging a strand of her hair. For some reason you find their reactions most disturbing.
Who could she be, this Reimu they speak of? One whose wrath even these two fear? Your heart starts beating faster as you suddenly realize that you want to meet this woman. If nothing else the battle would be truly glorious. A more melancholy part of your mind reminds you that the final result of your battles so far still hasn't been much else than death and sorrow.
"We're so screwed -ze. First he offs the gapbitch, an' now there's a buncha gods knocking at the gates. Reimu's gonna bathe in our blood an' tears before she's satisfied -ze." For some reason Marisa seems to take this especially hard, though you cannot tell why. Her voice is strangely melancholy, strikingly contrasting with her normally upbeat tone.
"Would you shut up about Reimu already?" Alice snaps, her irritation evident from her voice. The dollmaker glares at the young witch, the two of them apparently falling back on a familiar way of letting out their frustrations.
"Hey! You watch that tongue of yours, you doll otakul." Marisa shoots back. The dollmaker's expression hardens for a moment, her blue eyes reminiscent of ice and steel. Then her face shifts into an arrogant expression, a small, mocking smile on the proud puppetmaker's lips.
"Oh stop it Marisa. We both know that you're only whining about Reimu getting upset because you want to get into her..." Marisa's eyes flash with rage and embarassment as the puppetmaker speaks. With blushing cheeks the black-white immediately cuts off the dollmaker's implication with a furious shout.
"YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH -ZE!" Alice's sarcastic smile widens ever so slightly in reply. In an instant the air is charged with tension and swirls of formless energy. Marisa reaches for her mini-hakkero, and hovering above Alice's shoulder Shanghai glows with a subtle, inner light.
You sigh and calmly walk between the girls, slowly raising your hands in a warding gesture. You turn your head left and right, meeting the eyes of Marisa and Alice in turn, then you speak.
"If she comes to do battle, I shall meet her, and I alone. As wise witch and proud puppetmaker have been for I, so strong-armed singer shall be for them. The trusty shield that splinters not, the sharp-edged, unshattering sword."
The girls seem to be calmed down a little by your words, though you suspect that they wouldn't need much of an excuse to start fighting again. You hope that your next revelation won't give them one, yet you suspect that it may just do. But regardless of the conflict between emotion and reason you must tell them everything. Honour demands you to speak, and so you do.
"So listen, as my tale draws to an end. A debt is owed, a fair demand, for Byleist's brother came when called. Loki Scar-Lip spoke to me, calling on ancient law. To seek his blade he bade me. Weapon of black steel and venom, forged beneath Hel's hall." You make a slight pause and speak slowly and softly, for it is unwise to speak the secret names so that all men can hear.
"This name it bears, a name of power. Lävatein, the wounding-wand."
"Wait a minute, I think I've heard of that one -ze." Marisa frowns slightly as she thinks. For a while it seems as if she's drawing a blank, but then her eyes widen in shock and recognition.
"Hey, that's Flandre's boomstick, ain't it?" The black-white blurts out.
"You can't be serious." Alice whispers, all colour draining from her face. With a frightened expression on her face, Shanghai hides behind her mistress' head.
The name "Flandre" is one you recognize. The sister of the so-called "Scarlet Devil", and no doubt a powerful sorceress of some sort. You silently resolve to punch Loki in the face if the opportunity ever presents itself. With a calm expression and steady gaze you regard the pair of magicians.
"I am." You answer while look around you. The night will be upon you any moment now, and you're still out in the open. You really should be getting out of this place. What further business would you have here anyway?
"But the day is ended, and high-walking Hrimfaxí's mane casts darkness over the land. Should we not seek shelter or travel on? Words can be traded as one walks, and tired minds find little wisdom."
Alice nods in agreement, then she yawns elegantly while covering her mouth with her hand. "Yes, I am slightly sleepy as well. We should get going."
"Yeah, but where are we goin' to sleep -ze?" Marisa wonders aloud.
[ ] Try to find somewhere to sleep in Mayohiga
[ ] Try to camp out in the forest
[ ] Try to get out of the border zone and back to Gensokyo proper.
Sorry about the delay, but I had to rewrite almost all of this as it didn't turn out as I wanted at first.