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60957 No. 60957 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
You are a demon.

Your job is to heed to the call of humans who require favours or tasks to be completed. The craft of summoning creatures such as you and binding them to contracts is known as diabolism. Likewise, those who practice the craft are called diabolists. As a demon, once you have been summoned into the human world, you are unable to leave until you finish your master’s terms or die in the process.

Presently, your consciousness is manifesting in the human world. A diabolist stands over his summoning circle, reciting the incantations to anchor you to his world. A human corpse lies on the ground in front of him in the center of a hexagram. He recites from the large leather-bound book in his hands for at least ten minutes. The words are familiar to you; it is an ancient spell in a nearly forgotten language. His words will grant you the ability to do things in this world. In diabolism, the list of abilities you are granted are known as permissions. Without these incantations, you would be unable to breathe the air or to move through physical space. Experienced diabolists can add or remove words from the spell, modifying what you are allowed to do. In this case, the human’s ritual does not seem to be very advanced. His list of permissions are very textbook-standard – you’re allowed to walk, talk, apply force to matter, use magic, and so forth. You’re glad you will have the standard range of freedom this time around.

Soon the incantation is complete, and your essence enters the vessel set before you. You rise to your feet, but you are unable to go far. Your movements are confined only to the summoning circle beneath your feet. You circle around, taking in the empty room around you. The diabolist interrupts your thoughts with a feeble “H-hey!” and immediately you turn, fixing him with a neutral stare. He’s barely more than a boy, you realize. You’d place him for 17 or 18 years old – an impressive age to be able to successfully summon a demon.

“I, Caesar, have summoned you,” he says. You can tell from how he is speaking that he’s trying to sound commanding or intimidating, but his nervous fidgeting gives away
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>> No. 64404

This thing about that, is requests and commands are inherently different to the point of being mutually exclusive. Remilia giving us requests would remove the entire purpose of a contract, since requests can be followed or ignored at the recipiant's leisure. This only way to circumvent that, is to add a clause to the contract instructing Clair to treat requests like commands, in which case they will conflict with our previous contract in the same way commands do.

You'd have to add in some really funky wording like "Clair can accept or decline requests. However after declining a requests, Clair must immediately go kill Caesar."

It keeps the request a request, since violating a contract is something she can choose to do, but still makes it such that Clair will always choose to follow them.

But, lie I said, including something like that in the story would be really weird. I'd much prefer to have a normal, fallible contract but we just promise not to abuse it. Unless Remilia abuses it first, of course. In such a case, all our discovered loopholes become fair game.
>> No. 64405
I'll not lie, I just like the mental image of Remi being all haughty like she usually is and right after giving us a command she has to say "Pretty please with sugar on top" like an embarrassed child
>> No. 64406
What's to stop her from saying in a haughty, condescending tone? Or too quiet to hear? or saying it 5 hours after issuing the request after returning to her room? Or writing it down since it never specified "verbally"?

I'm just playing The Devil's Advocate here, but you get my point. If we wanted to play that game, I'm sure Remilia would find a way to play it better.

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63805 No. 63805 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Previous thread: >>62965

You should really mind your own business, but you can't help it.

If you were working anywhere else, you'd tell her no and that would be the end of it. But you aren't, so who really cares? You grumble to yourself and snatch a manila envelope from the file cabinet. Sighing, you dump the envelope onto the hands of your employee.

Rylee stares hard at the envelope. A bewildered noise escapes her lips, but you don't say a word until she can form coherent sentences. “U-Uh. What is this?”

“It's an envelope,” you reply, folding your arms impatiently.

With a low voice, she seethes, “I know that.”

“Then? We were talking about your pay. What else do you think is in this envelope? A sincere letter of apology?”

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>> No. 64398
You are horrible people and I wish a pox upon your families.
>> No. 64399
>> No. 64400
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Hearty chortle.

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64075 No. 64075 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
[x] Grab Marisa and hide until the flying woman is gone, then carry her to Kourindou.
-[x] Watch and listen to the flying woman if opportunity presents itself: if you get some indication she's not malevolent, first come out from hiding by yourself to ask what's going on.

There isn't much time to think. For the sake of survival, you have to assume this flying woman is a threat. Priority number one is Mori, so you grab her arm and pull her close so you can whisper to her. "Pick a spot to hide and don't move until I tell you to come out. Be absolutely silent. Understand?"

Thankfully, Mori isn't petty enough to have an attitude in this situation. She looks hesitant, but nods and retreats into the trees on the other side of the path. That's one blonde secure.

You look up to see what the flying woman is doing. She's floating around, still nearby but unaware of you or Marisa's location. Fortunately, she doesn't appear to be any sort of beast-related youkai with super-hearing. If that were the case, she wouldn't have had any problems finding Marisa in the first place.

You turn to the drug-addled witch, who is staring right at you in her rainbow daze. "Ah!" she cries, much like a child who doesn't know words. Then she screams with giddy mirth, scattering some birds in the trees above.

This other blonde isn't going to be so cooperative, it seems. You close the distance between the two of you in a flat second, snag her by the waist, and throw yourself into the same brush she first stumbled out of. You land face-down in the grass with Marisa right by your side, who lands on her back and starts giggling. You cusp your hand over her mouth, and surprisingly she offers no resistance — content to stare up at the canopy of trees with her starry eyes glazed over in foggy delight.

The animals and other creatures of the forest around you have gone quiet after Marisa's little outburst, so it's easy to hear the woman touch down on the path. "I know I heard her," she grumbles loudly. "Marisa! Just come out already!" she calls. "Give me
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>> No. 64386
[X] Stake out the building. If Shizuha is staying here, she might return.

Maybe. But considering his age, he probably hasn't been around when Gensokyo wasn't tengu dominated. Judging from what Hina has said earlier, and what PI mused, it appears Gensokyo has been urbanized and such for quite a few decades.
>> No. 64387
[x] Stake out the building. If Shizuha is staying here, she might return.


If the guy hasn't even heard of nagashi-bina, I'd say they're not obvious to inhabitants of this Gensoukyou.
>> No. 64388
He's intentionally trying not to think about it. But I have faith he'll find out the truth regardless.

[x] It will be easier to search along the river, as long as we can find a safe way down.
-[x] But we'll leave a note or, if we can't, one of the two goddesses has to remain here

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63073 No. 63073 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
It's cold again today, but that's okay. It's always cold in the winter, and concrete only makes everything colder. But that bracing chill on my legs and face every time I leave a happy customer's house is just another reminder that I'm still here and kicking, so why be bothered by a friendly reminder that I'm alive?

A little money to afford something longer than my usual skirt wouldn't hurt though. Or maybe socks would help more. Of course, if I have time to worry about something silly like that, I have time to head over to my next client! It's my duty to my customers to make sure they feel loved on Christmas, even if only for an hour! I can't waste time thinking about sad things like not affording a longer skirt!

I take a quick check in the secret pocket I keep on my body proper. Nobody in their right mind would think to look in the umbrella for the money, so it makes a perfect hiding place! So long as the wind doesn't pick up and tear the pocket out over a drain, like yesterday, or like how the news on my last customer's television said there would be a record snowstorm tonight with high winds! I still have the seven yen from my last customers. The local Girls don't let me work for more than 20 yen an hour or their boss will hurt them for not telling them about a potential employee, they tell me. The thing is, I get so scared that my friends will get hurt that I can never bring myself to work for more than a single yen, and I always end up advertising them at the end of my sales pitch...

I'm getting side-tracked. So, there's the seven yen. Snug and secure in its pocket. Good. There's the Ticket Home that should get me back to Gensokyo if I can earn the money for a trip from Okayama to Hakuba. While simultaneously feeding myself. And finding children that are young enough to not be numbed by video games and actually be scared when I find them. Between jobs to feed my body.

I'm getting sidetracked again. Seven more yen than you had this morning, good. Ticket Home, good. Box of home-made matches to sell between clients, good.

It's getting dark, and I'm on 221
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>> No. 64346
[x] Don't be stubborn! Remember what happened LAST time you were stubborn?
[x] What do you have on you today, Kogasa?
- [x] Down those soup crackers! You need ENERGY for your line of work!
>> No. 64348
Next vote has it, I suppose.

I'm posting from my phone, so this is all I can do for you guys. But Kogasa can wait, and so can you, right? It'll probably be dark when we get back to her, but yokai don't mind the dark, so it's fine, right?
>> No. 64349
[x] Don't be stubborn! Remember what happened LAST time you were stubborn?
[x] What do you have on you today, Kogasa?
- [x] Down those soup crackers! You need ENERGY for your line of work!

Breaking that tie for Kogasa

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60410 No. 60410 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
Yukari was bored.

Now, this was nothing unusual by itself. Yukari was bored very often. However, this time it was a problem, because there hadn't been any kind of incident for months now, and it was starting to make her antsy.

To help pass the time, she watched the outside world a bit, but that didn't help much. It did, however, give her an idea. An idea involving a certain group of crooks she found...
You shake your head and emerge from the van, your crewmates doing the same. Funny, you were pretty sure that, last you checked, you were in the middle of downtown Washington, DC, not in the middle of some forest.

Before any of you can properly question what the fuck just happened, your earpiece buzzes, and you start to hear the voice of your "handler", Bain.

"Uh, guys, you alright? Well, I don't know why, but apparently, we've caught the eye of someone very powerful, calls herself... 'Yukari', I think? Anyway, sorry, but she's pretty much holding you guys hostage in... come on, she wrote it down somewhere... Ah, here it is. 'Gensokyo'. Yeah, somewhere in Japan, hidden world full of magic and shit, I don't even know. Anyway, she pretty much told me that you guys are stuck there until she says, but she also gave me a pile of intel on the area, including some places where you can get some serious loot."

You all stay silent, taking in what he just said. "Yeah, doesn't make any sense to me, either. Apparently, she was bored, and decided to bring us here to alleviate that. Regardless, the van should have an ample amount of supplies, and... wait... she tells me she dropped a list of potential locations to hit in the van, and that once you've decided, she'll send both of us some more specific intel. And I know what you're thinking, that this all sounds stupid and very unlikely, but it seems like we don't have a choice either way. So we might as well make the most of a bad situation and profit from this. You all know what you do best, and I'll still be here to help you out, so good luck."

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>> No. 64110

Noice. We stole the Tengu right under their big noses AND made the human village look like idiots at the same time.
>> No. 64310
I believe React will be seeing the fallout of our actions from tengu perspective and Respond is from Human village or something while Recover is clowns hearing the overview of tengu losing their collective shit over the banditry.

>> No. 64311

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63464 No. 63464 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Blackjack and games of youth.

Previous thread >>62644

Blurbs: www.touhou-project.com/others/moretheater.txt


“You really are incorrigible,” Reimu crossed her arms and shook her head. Still, I could tell she had a soft spot for my antics. Somewhat more than Alice did, at least. After a pause, she added, “maybe I should talk to the poor girl myself.”

“Maybe,” I said. “I’m not too keen on breaking hearts.”

“Could have fooled me,” she smirked.

I could get used to to that kind of banter. President and veep all alone in the student council room, trading friendly barbs, dealing with the needs of the student body… and, well, maybe the needs of our student bodies from time to time.
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>> No. 64235
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I don't really want to get into discussion of process right now, but your feedback is something I'll think about.

>clarify when write ins are available and when they aren't on every vote
Forgive me if it isn't the case, but to the best of my recollection I think I make it clear at the beginning of a story whether or not write in votes are generally accepted. Assume that they are unless I say otherwise. If not, it's usually added as an option in a vote when you can go with one.

>can't get friends even over the Internet.
I'm your friend, compadre. As is everyone else in my threads. That's not just some bullshit thing I'm saying to sound good - it's how my whole outlook on writing CYOAs in this site is framed. That is to say, the reason why opinions and comments are important to me is because I genuinely believe that we're doing a story together, and everyone is an indispensable participant, much like a GM in a tabletop game guides players but can't just do a whole adventure by himself. 'sides, there's nothing quite like messing around with your friends, sharing good times.

Thanks, I appreciate the support. I'm not really writing for posterity though! To me the here and now, actually developing the story with like-minded people is what counts the most. So long as we're having fun I don't really care if I get recognition or whatever later.

It was nice to meet you, and to hear about your struggles.
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>> No. 64236
It's probably much too late to say something like this, but looking at this topic I just felt like getting this out. I really like your writing. I mean it when I say that, you're one of my favourite writers on this site. I'm sad to say that I didn't vote in this story. I joined the site a bit over a year ago, so I had a lot of stories to read. This one being 21 threads I didn't really get around to it. Still, I've read your old stories, and your new stories.

Really what I'm just trying to say is you're a cool writer. Maybe I'll hop on the IRC sometime.
>> No. 64237
Thanks, the sentiment is appreciated.
but >I've read your old stories, and your new stories.
I'm sorry you had to go through that. I wouldn't read anything by me older than DEFT and even then... all that clumsy prose, occasional poor judgment calls from me and real life seeping in a little more than it should have. It's enough to put anyone off. At least the upside is that now I try to be as transparent and honest as possible and expect the same from readers, even if the truth hurts.

All the same I hope you do keep on reading the stuff I'm currently working on, I'll try to be a bit more timely with updating. But a lot of it does depend on the readers. Sometimes a single vote more, or a fun comment, is the difference between "I'll wait and see" and "I'll get on it right away!" - motivation is funny like that. And I do hope to see you on IRC. It's always nice to have a chat with the people of the site, even if it's just about silly stuff.

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61062 No. 61062 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Main story threads: >>>/border/28011 >>>/border/28877 >>>/border/29707

Previous side story entries: >>>/border/29391 >>>/border/29511 >>>/border/29748

Camp Fijr Dhwa
2330 Hours, 280620XX

You are Lieutenant Adin Sylla, officer in the Kenyan Army Infantry 9th Rifle Battalion and former head of security for Camp Abu Shok, a refugee camp, located in war-torn South Sudan. Over the past two days you have also managed to become a Director for a mysterious Asian multinational known as Clear Sky, and is currently working under the supervision of what you have confirmed to be a fox demon (with extraordinarily fluffy tails) from the Orient who goes by the name of Mae Indigo, and have engaged in the first real offensive operations in your entire life. You have also witnessed your boss literally tearing apart a janjaweed ambush with just tooth and claw, and have wiped out a government convoy just to steal their shipment of arms as a side job from escorting Red Cross employees to camps for their free labor.

As shady as Clear Sky's actions are, the employees themselves are even shadier. Aside from Indigo, many of the mercenaries you've met are monsters of one sort of another, and consume human flesh. According to what Indigo told you they are magical beings from a magical land, facts which are not exactly reassuring as witchcraft isn't something really wholesome in your country. Apparently the company's revenue source is also magic-reliant, so you are not exactly surprised at the sheer amount of supplies and material they have brought to the camps and towns under their control.
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>> No. 64105
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wrong ideology
>> No. 64121
[X] Take evasive action

Might look weird if there was no threat, but at least the initiative is ours if there was
>> No. 64381
>initiative is ours
Wrong protag

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63199 No. 63199 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

… … …

—you rouse: another dreamless night.

You lie in bed a while. Eyes taken of nothing; mind perched on nothing. Absent sense; absent bearing.

You sneeze, and notice yourself.

With a token sniffle you rise from your pillow, leveraging neatly into a pair of bunny slippers at the bedside. Pink and white and fuzzy all, they were the first thing you’d bought yourself when you had finally moved out of that glorified basement of an interception base, resolving never again to suffer the indignity of cold floors in the morning. You throw on a bathrobe, too, garishly floral, and stuff your nightstand pistol into the left pocket, suppressor slotting neatly through the hole in the bottom stitching.

Yawning, you trod over to the washroom and, with a single look in the mirror, cede battle against the bird’s-nest tangle claiming to be your hair. You’ve no plans of meeting anybody today, anyway. Still, you go through the rest of your morning motions, letting the cool water wash away the last remnants of drowsiness.
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… … …

[×] ‘Ringo’ seems more composed and amenable to questioning; she may be able to give more coherent answers
[×] Start questioning directly with no pretenses
[×] Try to empathise and connect emotionally

The door shuts behind you with a drawn-out pneumatic hiss—rebuilt fail-safe, rather than the fail-secure of the other units. Ritz falls into role, taking your crutch and easing you down into your seat, before taking her own seat at the laptop; silent all the while. You purse your lips, not bothering to hide the pain of the movement.

If the rabbit bears any trepidation in her heart, she displays none, placing herself in the hot seat without prompting.

You run through the intelligence objectives once more in your mind, opening with an easy question:

“Those two. Seiran and, uh, Reisen. Are they your friends?”
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>> No. 64286
I like to think she got possessed and shot by that glare. Sure, anticlimactic, but at least it is a proper end
>> No. 64287
not dead just resting

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64001 No. 64001 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]


Tenma has picked up on a potential situation outside.
A criminal element operating in the National Capital Region has, in the course of their expeditious acquisitions, obtained information lending weighty credence to the possibility of a land existing cut off from modern day Japan. This particular band of thieves and malcontents has, on basis of intelligence gleaned from your prior investigation, been assessed as radicalized and non-trivially competent, and must be dealt with before they realize what they have on their hands. Your mission is to find and interrogate their leader, and evaluate the level of intelligence they have procured as well as the origin of this information before reporting back to the handler for new orders and eventual extraction. It is imperative that you determine the source—it is currently unknown how this information still exists after the separation from the outside world.



Humans never realize just how much they keep hurting everyone.

As you pass through the door of the convenience store, the clerk at the front gives you a hearty welcome—clearly with little actual heart, as you note the scent of apathy people in her position always seem to give off beneath the surface. Skimming over the racks of magazines, you pick out one at random to read.
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>> No. 64036
[X] No point now—use your full power to put down the threat(s) before getting the hell out of Dodge.
>> No. 64038
[x] Dash for the rear exit—your hidden man only has a wall between you and him. Exploit it immediately and escape in the alleys before you take too much damage.

This is why I voted for being quick.
>> No. 64042
[X] No point now—use your full power to put down the threat(s) before getting the hell out of Dodge.

The time for discretion appears to be over.

Time to put them down.

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The morning smashes you on the head and cracks your eyes open. It's a feeling you're intensely familiar with — the result of far too many drinks at the shithole down the street. You sit up and rub as much crust and haze out of your eyes as you can and silently praise the curtains keeping most of the intruding light out of your bedroom. The alarm clock reads 7:02. It's early, but apparently you were too drunk to wash your mouth out whenever you made it home. Now your tongue feels rotten and all you can taste is stale alcohol and ass. You breathe into your hand. It doesn't smell much better. You can't fall back asleep like this.

But when you throw your legs over the side of the bed, you become aware of slow, faint breaths that are not your own. You turn carefully behind yourself to the blonde head of the woman who had been sleeping next to you the whole time.

Holy fuck. You've had a barren run of it these past several years, so you can't help but feel impressed with yourself for hooking up with someone in a bar. But this is also way more awkward than you want to deal with this morning. If only you could remember the actual hooking up business. Maybe if you take a good look at her face, you could figure it out. . .

You hover closer to see, but her looks stop you cold. She's cute for sure, but there's definitely something that's... unsettling. She's hunched over into the fetal position, her slim shoulders barely sticking out of the blankets. Her face is round, just slightly tanned, and flawless even without the touch of makeup. There's just enough fat in her cheeks to where you'd like to pinch them, and she snores gently through tiny nostrils and pursed lips.

In conclusion, she looks just a little young, doesn't she?

Some women are that way though, and many even consider having a babyface to be an attractive feature. Yet as you look closer at her small form obscured by the blankets, you feel less and less convinced that this is a woman at all. Carefully, you lift up the covers to settle the matter once and for all.

Shit. Shit.

You are no expert of
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>> No. 63954
Called for hiding and waiting. Next post will be the new thread!
>> No. 64062
So, this next thread... is it on hiatus before it even gets started?
>> No. 64085
Second thread can be found here: >>64075

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