Realmhopper !GGm7gCu8hs 2012/04/15 (Sun) 19:56 No. 43440 ▼ File 13345197756.jpg - (129.49KB, 850x850 , sample-f3696b16e2699d983ad75bc122131b0f.jpg)
Eesh, sorry for the long absence. Bunch of stuff came up one right after the other. Anyways, where were we…
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[X] Hey, I know, let’s try and sell her something!
Now it should be stated that you have a strict rule about selling anything when you are inebriated. Namely, the rule is that you don’t sell anything when you are inebriated. Every time you have done so in the past, you generally either come off horribly in the end, or else the situation around you becomes horribly complicated once you wake up the next morning. As such, you’ve more or less grounded the idea that selling anything while drunk is a really, really bad idea.
Of course, having such a rule doesn’t really do much if your drunken self never bothers trying to remember it.
“You know what?” You say to Mokou as you attempt to catch up to her, “I think it would help if you tried buying something from me as well.”
Mokou glares at you. “Didn’t I just say that I wouldn’t bother you when you are carrying goods for her?
“Yeah, yeah, but we can’t just leave it at that! C’mon, I’m sure that there is something that I have that you might like! Like maybe, uh…” You begin digging in your pack for things to show her. “Like maybe this!”
Mokou looks at the item in your hands with a raised eyebrow, and then turns away. “Do I look like I need a hat?”
“But it’s a nice hat, isn’t it?”
“Even if it is, I never needed a before, and I certainly don’t need one now.”
“Oh. Well than, maybe…”
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Mokou begins to wonder why this guy won’t just shut up and leave her alone. He was kind of annoying before, but now that he’s in his sales pitch mode his annoyance level has almost gotten to a level that she can’t bear.
Still, she does owe this guy for the attack from before. Despite the fact that he was slurring the entire time, he did make a good argument for why the whole “attacking him for his minor connection to Kaguya” thing was bad. Still, if he keeps this up much longer, she’ll have a whole new reason for attacking.
Luckly, it looks like her mansion is coming into view, so this probably won’t take too much longer in any case.
“Nooow, thiiiisssh piesh of cloth is quite the intereshting little numbuh. Ya shee-”
“Look,” Mokou says, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice, “I brought you back here, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you stop trying to pawn your shitty wares off on me?”
“My my, with an attitude like that, it’s no wonder that you attacked him on sight.”
Mokou freezes for a second, then begins to turn slowly, feeling the rage inside of her start to flare. Turning around, she sees that wreched Princess not a few meters away.
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Princess.”
“Oh my, but aren’t you the one who is trespassing on my land? And as such, wouldn’t my opinion be the one that matters the most here?”
“I ain’t trespassing, I’m only making sure that this idiot got back here safely.”
“Ah, I see. We were wondering where Mr. Lawrence had wandered off to. Well if that’s the case, then I suppose that you can just be on your way then.”
“Oh, you’d like it if I just up and left, huh? Well what if I said that I wasn’t in the mood for leaving quite yet?”
“Oh my, I wonder what I’d do if that were the case.”
This more or less pushes Mokou over the edge. (Not that it’s too difficult for Kaguya to push her over the edge in any case) “Alright Princess, if it’s playtime you want, it’s playtime you’ll get. See if you like a taste of my FUJIYAMA VOLCANO!”
Kaguya gives a small smile as she prepares herself for this impromptu playdate, but suddenly her smile turns into a frown of concern. “Ah, wait!”
“Not a chance!” Mokou says as she unleashes her attack, realizing too late that the merchant was still in the area and, in association with her attack, still in the line of fire.
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Geez, what is it with these girls! You get that there is some bad blood between them, but it only took them a few seconds to go from hateful conversation to hateful fire in your face! Couldn’t they at least have waited for you to leave?
Jeez, it’s a good thing you were trying to show Mokou the fireproof clothes before she went all crazy. As it stands, they are probably kept you from being fried whole. You think you might be slightly singed here and there, but aside from that they seem to have blocked most of the damage. (And, you might add, look no worse for the wear.)
You look over at Kaguya and Mokou. They seem to be completely in shock from the fact that you managed to come out of that inferno unsigned.
“But…” Mokou says.
“How…?” Kaguya says.
“Fireproof clothing.” You say as you store said item away. The fervor you had for selling something to Mokou seems to have been burnt away, and it seems like the alcohol you imbued is finally catching up to you. You’re beginning to feel a bit drowsy, and decide that it would probably be for the best if you just went back to your room and collapsed for a while. It’s been a long day, after all.
Kaguya and Mokou can only stare at you as you walk past them. They both blink and turn to face one another, before going back to stare at you once again.
And then things start getting complicated.
“Hey, merchant,” Mokou says, “How much for that fireproof clothing set?”
“Don’t listen to her, Mr. Lawrence. Why don’t you go ahead and tell me, instead?”
“Why in the world should he have to tell you? And why in the world would you even want something like this in the first place?”
“Why, it would be very helpful if someone were to, say, attack me with fire on a consistent basis. Not that you would know anything about that.”
“That’s your fault and you know it! Besides, do you know how hard it is to find clothing that doesn’t burn? It’s nearly impossible!”
“Come now, if that were the case you’d be walking around naked, wouldn’t you?”
“You think these fire retardant charms I wear are easy to make? I have to take a day off almost every week to remake them!”
“Oh, because I’m sure that wasting a single day is so costly for you. In any case, Mr. Lawrence, be a dear and let me have those clothes, alright?”
“You do that, merchant, and I swear I’ll have all I need to attack you on sight.”
“ENOUGH!” Both girls jump as you shout out. Turning around, you glare at them in annoyance. “Look, I’m begging to remember why I don’t make deals while under the influence. As it stands, I’m not selling either of you anything right now.”
“But…!” Both of them let out.
“It will still be here in the morning, alright? We can argue over who gets it then, alright?”
The two of them swivel their heads to look at each other once again. Suddenly, Kaguya’s little smile reappears on her face. “Of course, Mr. Lawrence. The two of can… discuss this while you sleep. My apologies for all of the trouble we have given you.”
“It’s no trouble, Princess. If you don’t mind, I’m going to head on over to my room now.”
“I hope you have a pleasant sleep then.” Mokou makes as if she is about to say something, but an elbow from Kaguya causes her to double over in her tracks.
…whatever. You’ve had enough shenanigans from these two for one night. Leaving the two of them to their bickering, you uneventfully make your way back to your room. The futon is laid out for you, but you decide that you’re in the mood for sleeping in a bed tonight. You set your pack to open up to your mobile domicile and climb in. After using the sanitation facility to clean yourself up, you fall into bed, with sleep following what feels like only a minute later.
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A moment of insight…
[ ] Kaguya and Mokou
[ ] A Gensokyo resident… <CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER! Note that it has to be someone that you’ve encountered during the current trip.>
[ ] The merchant’s past
[ ] Ailira
For your patience, go ahead and vote twice. I’ll pick the top 2 or 3 choices for the next update.