Firstly, I apologize for the long delay. Its been two weeks and slightly more, and I'm busier than ever. But writing is relaxing and I wish I had more time to do it- and drawing too. But sadly, circumstances dictate otherwise.
But thanks for sticking with me thus far.
>>23690 Sadly,no. I've my hands full right now, and one story is as much as I am willing to manage right now.
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[x] "My sister vanishes, my friends piss people off, the underground is filled with violent, unreasonable folks, and now some hell-spawn is biting me. Great. You're making this a great day for me. So considerate."
Ceiling and ground invert, and the molten rock in the distance spins dreadfully filling your vision with splotches of red and gray and whatnot. Strands of green, and strands of raven fly past every other way, fluttering irritatingly past you, as two pairs of strong hands latch on to you, and pull, both in opposite directions. On your left, talons dig in, getting a yell of pain and frustration out of you, as you...ah...lose your temper, or so to say.
Deciding that the assailant on your left is being the most irritating of the lot, you somehow, despite the aerial acrobatics which you are so wholly unsuited for, manage to twist about uncomfortably, and grab a length of long raven hair. Long, smelly raven hair, black and rich as crude oil and just as oily. Making you, want to wipe said hand down with a towel or something. But, you could save it for later. For now, power levels, ability of self powered flight, sheer physical prowess be damned to hell. For now, to get your satisfaction, you'll have to bludgeon something, preferably with something heavy.
But, looking at the rather unfavorable circumstances, you'll happily settle for punching your offender hard. And, happy coincidence, tugging the raven hair gets you a frantic yell, or rather a screech of pain. Suddenly, the taloned hands lose their grip and tear away, spiraling out of control as whoever it was flailed wildly, as you're suddenly aware of powerful wings battering you with every beat, getting stronger and stronger as your assailant tries to break away. And brings herself face to face with you, mid flight.
For a split second, you stare on, with golden eyes staring right back into yours. A smudged, petulant face contorted into an expression of bewildered shock, framed with raven (and greasy) hair, which looked like it hadn't been washed for a week.
Onee-san vanishes, and the whole lot of us can't find a way to fix the situation in a reasonable manner. Point one. The people here are more unreasonable than your average lawyer, point two. Now you- YOU want a piece of me? Oh that's it alright. You think, getting rather angry in retrospect. That's it.
It's mouth parted, partly in response to your fierce gaze, and partly because of your tugging of her hair, her gaze wavers in contest with your- finally a small victory you claim for yourself. Though you don't particularly care. You draw back your arm. This is it.
A good blow, you would think, impacting nicely against one startled cheek with a satisfying thump. Oh it wouldn't really hurt the youkai much - they were youkai of course and anything short of the surest strike with a proper weapon or having decades of honing ones physical prowess behind your punch like some of Gensokyo's martial arts practitioners wouldn't really keep her down for long. But it would get her off you for a second though
And that's where it all goes wrong.
The wings, see, those damned horrible smelling wings, stinking of wet feathers and some metallic tang, spread out to their full length- and they are massive indeed, especially in comparison with the girl they belong to- seeming to be larger than their owner herself- and perhaps out of reflex perhaps, and flaps with all her apparent might.
Now, danmaku is preferred for reasons other than the lack of fatality s as well, another outstanding reason being the disorientation one faces when up close and personal in the air. In this case, the raven youkai's “up”, was in fact “down” and your “down”- and the peoples helping you “down” was actually “up” and well...that's the gist of it.
You- or they, might have noticed, except for the seemingly all encompassing wings, blocking line of sight and being all around distracting. Or perhaps, if not for the adrenaline rush, you could have felt the nausea of gravity taking its toll on you. Then, someone shouts, “Sanae! Up!”
“And another's voice replies, “Right! Up!” in an increasingly desperate tone. You continue your present course- though quite unaware of your closeness to serious injury at the time. Hindsight however, corrected that quite nicely.
“What are you doing! Go up! UP!” A quick reminder.
But, it's quite a tardy warning- the frenzy of battle and all. You had no way to know you were merely meters away from a hard landing.
But back at that time, all you could recall was the frenzied beatts of your assailant's wings and the satisfying squawk of surprise and the feeling of accelerates, and of something soft pushing firmly against your back- not unpleasantly- towards the ever elusive “up”. No doubt, wondering why against rules of magic, she was supporting your weight in flight...except that she wasn't supporting anything at all.
But for a moment, everything just seemed fine.
Until at least, the both of you hit something with a thud.
This, naturally provokes a yet another yell of pain, quite understandably- that was quite a fall you had moments ago. But not from you. You're too out of breath to even mumble or moan, screaming being a little beyond your abilities right now. And then, a hand impacts your chest, palm first, forcing you off, and your vision swims once more as you roll off whatever that was, with so very little resistance, smacking good solid ground back first, till you come to a stop, eye clenched shut, teeth gritted and mouth tasting of salty earth.
Not a good way to feel alive.
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You open your eyes, noting at once, an uncomfortable pressure on your chest- and an uncomfortable warmth. Even more so than the original radiant heat you had felt for the longest time in this underground hell. Something's sitting on you- and sure enough, a mass of tangled black and green appears seated, planted firmly straddling your chest, and pressing down upon you like the demented youkai that it is.
It feels like you're sitting way too close to an overheating radiator- comparable to Yukari's faulty gasoline fueled kotasu- that one had nearly burnt down part of Mayohiga back when you were eight. Not good memories. Not good heat either, just barely tolerable in fact, verging on pain, but not actually painful or burning – yet.
It cocks its head, tilitng it as if curious, giving you an impression of a curious bird. But otherwise regards you rather impassibly, making no move to attack or to retreat. Well, that'll give you time to compose yourself- noth that you have many options right at the time. So you just focus, on recovering a tiny bit.
You blink, clearing your vision a tiny bit and giving you a better look at the youkai bearing down upon yourself.
Long smelly hair, large smelly wings. You note. And a previously unnoticed bow of green fabric, planted rgiht in the midst of her bird's nest of a hair tangle. Tattered and as filthy as the rest of its owner, it could have done with a good wash....as with the rest of its owner. You could nearly laugh. Thinking about this? Now?
Not good. Really.
Golden eyes, actually glowing in the gloom peer at you curiously. Her face is shrouded in the massive tangle of hair and there is dirt smudged on most of the creature's visible skin, so there's not much to see, but rancid breath hits your nostrils, accompanied by loud breathing. A tattered blouse clothes the torso - nothing much to see here, she's normal in that aspect- though, there's a sort of what you would describe as a red glass fish eye lens displayed prominently in the middle of her chest.
Knowing Gensokyo though, that thing probably isn't made of glass.
“Ey human, you, eye up here huh?” A hoarse and raspy voice speaks, coming from the shadow darkened face. The face lowers close to yours revealing more dirt caked skin, and tired looking eyes with dark kings around them, the expression thoughtful, as if thinking on what to say next. “Up here ah.” she repeats.
Oh it speaks.
Er...oh,
she speaks.
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[]...Hello?
[] Shove the offender off.
[] ...Heaven. You need a bath.
[] Or if you would take your eyes off that shiny red glass for a moment, you could note that a disheveled green haired figure is staggering to her feet just behind your more obvious threat.
[] Or, you could come up with something creative. Talk your way out with your all natural charm.
[]...Punch her in the face again.
[] That red glass thing...you
have to touch it.
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