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65185 No. 65185
Previous Thread: >>64882

[32] "So, apparently I'm water-powered."
[32] "Ohh, by the way? Some redhead tried to murderize me and/or seduce me."

— - — - —

Picking it up, I found it to be both as soft as a newborn cake's butt and as goddamned cold as ice. Was a weird combo, to be honest. Was like it was somehow just pulled fresh from an oven that cooks by cooling somehow. Was left scratching my head more than a little over it, to be honest. Still, I got to relieving it of its papery threads, went about laying it bare before me. Au monchere. ...Or however you say it. Still, I'm being a bit silly now, so I figured I'd take a bite of the thing, finding an even greater shock to the system within.

The hell! The inside was piping hot!

Cold on the outside, hot on the inside and with fluffy, pink icing in a decoratively set pile on top. In the middle of all that, it was topped with further icing saying, 'BOO!' nestled into a neat little alcove among that pink. Although, that was more conjecture, 'cause I kiiiinda turned it into '300!' when I gave it a nibble. Proooobably should read cakey messages before I dig in, but y'know, hindsight still ain't something I have up front. Be kinda weird if I did, 'cause that'd be crotch sight or somethin' weird like that. Then again, she could just really freaking like Spartans, but I had a feeling it was nothing of the sort.

Lunch lady must have some sorta weird magical oven, though. For all its strangeness, and for all of its chilliness, the little cupcake was packed with enough sugar to make it considerable as some sorta confectionary A-bomb. S-bomb? I'd go with F-bomb if I could think up a good word for it. ...Fructose? Think that's somethin' sugary, but I'm not great with crap like that. I just know it's used a heck of a lot on commercials, to be honest.

Needless to say, it was delicious, though. Probably gonna spit out half my teeth later, but credit where credit was due and all that.

"Well, wherever it came from, it's cold as ice and hot as all get out."

Nitori gave me an odd look, asking, "What, like it was dipped in liquid nitrogen only long enough to freeze the outside?"

And then the ginger railgun added, "Maybe it was cooked in an icebox!"

Nitori and me just stared at her while she smiled. Then we kinda looked to each other, both knowing that the other was wanting to apply some lipsmack.

Then we just kinda went on with our eating, 'cause seriously, that was just dumb. Assuming that wasn't Nitori getting stupid ideas. I mean, if she can make some sorta water jetpack, I could only imagine what her better stuff is. Kinda annoying that she kept it away from me for so long, honestly. Seriously! So what if she eats souls?

Freaking. Jetpack.

Still, with a nibble of the creamy dessert washed down with some milk, I turned my eyes to the soup. From a distance, it kinda looked like a combination of grapejuice and extremely deadly poison. The purple steam wasn't helping its case. I swear, if my chopstick test fails this time, I'd not be even a little surprised. Hell, if it didn't fail? I'd be pretty dang disappointed, to be honest. So, I deployed a trusty chopstick I snagged while I wasn't looking and gave it a dipping.

Pulling it out, the stick was fine. Maybe as purple as the soup, but definitely fine. Note to self: keep away from literally everything but my mouth. Still, to say that I was disappointed was it cutting a bit short, as I felt a little more than that. I mean, did I think that food that'd kill me would be perfectly fitting and kinda cool? Hell yeah! Did I wanna actually have to eat it? Yeaaaah, how 'bout no.

Giving Nitori's plate a peek, I saw it as vegetarian as I expected. Sure, I'd be lying if I said it was a pile of cucumbers and butt balls, but a more civilized dish of cucumbers was hardly much different.

The single pickle off to the side colored me as odd, however. Either she ate the rest, or she only got one. Still, assuming souls aren't pickles and veggies, her plate was free of anything suspicious save for my scrutiny. Although, if veggies were souls? Hah! Who's laughing now, vegetarians? Me, that's who!

"Why are you laughing...?" Whoops. Seems I drew the attention of the entire cafeteria with that.

Even if the population was next to zip. Y'know, as unpopulated as it is, odd that the lunch lady stays. I mean, it's what, goin' on 11? If there's a curfew, I'd bet that'd be waaaay back. If anything, maybe she should give us spankings or whatever it is they do around here. Actually, scratch that; I didn't wanna die a baby's death.

"Ahh, just thought of a funny joke about veggies. You'd probably not like it so much, though." Nitori just rolled her eyes, probably appreciating that bit of warning.

Still, was time to get serious. The soup needed eating, and I had the spoon for the job. Testing it against the grape koolaid soup, I found it, as well, was dyed purple. Well, alrighty. Guess I'm gettin' some lipstick for a bit, aren't I? Well, down the hatch and all that!

...What? It... it tastes like hot grape soda, kinda? But maybe a bit peppery, too? Weirdly tasty, though, but still. Why. Why would anyone make this. Ever. I mean, that just seems disrespectful to soup, in my book. At least have it be flat. Kinda felt carbonated for crying out loud! Even with hints of chicken and—

Wait, it has noodles. What?? Just, like... seriously. Grape soda soba. What the heck even.

I just gulped it down, trying to not think about it too much, and focused instead on the chewy noodles and chocolatey milk and sugary cupcake and not the grape.

Not the grape at all.

My job of ignoring that bit done, it seemed as good of a time as any to say my farewells. "Anyways, see ya later, Railgun."

That got a grin and a half outta her. Cha-ching! "See ya later, Shortie~"

"We're the same height, ain't we?" I mean, I could see it if she were Unzan or Ko, but...

"And? Same shortness." Had me there.

Gave her a roll of the eyes for it. "Yeah, yeah. See ya, Tiny."

"Bitsy."

"Itsy."

"Micro."

"Nano."

Before ol' Nano could get another nickname volley off, Nitori interrupted, "Will you two stop that?" She started it! ...Sorta. "See you tomorrow, Suika." So it was Suika!

Suika shot back, "Yeah, you two as well." Guess we have gym again tomorrow? Wasn't paying much attention to that sorta stuff.

Gave her a wave and and the lunch lady a thumbs up as we headed off. Which was to say that Nitori was just about draggin' me. Lunch lady smiled, waving back. Some day she might actually say something.

That'd be nice.

Before long, we arrived back at our dorm room. Suika tailed us, 'cause, y'know... she's a she. But, more importantly, I saw that she was in room 109, 'cause Nitori was a bit of a slowpoke and Suika a bit of a, uhh... fastpoke, I guess? But still, could be handy to know down the road. Meant I could find her if I had to!

Once I was dragged inside, Nitori let out a sigh. "Finally free of her! Jeez... I thought she'd never leave!"

"Heh. Someone has a fan! What's wrong with that?"

"A fan that can punch through a brick wall with a dodgeball. Even I'd think twice about making a fan like that..."

Snickering, and enjoying that little mental image, I figured we had a bit of privacy now. "Still, now that we're alone, I got somethin' I've been wanting to tell you."

Pausing before she looked my way, she asked, "Tell me? What?"

"Been keepin' it bottled up a while now, but I felt it's time." Grinning at the way her face heated up, I quickly added, "Apparently my affinity is water!"

She blinked, and then blinked again. "Ohh." And then again, followed by a rub of the back of her head. "Well, alright?" That said, she tapped her lip, pointing out, "I mean, as long as I've lived among humans, I really don't know enough about water magic to really, you know... teach it. So... I mean, I could, like... maybe teach you the first thing about it, but anything more would be, uhh..." She trailed off, asking, "Wait, you have one?" With my nod in tow, she snorted, asking, "What, are you actually some sort of witch? That'd be a real surprise..."

Snickered a bit, pointing out, "Me? Have witch in my blood? Get outta town!" Seriously, wouldn't that be weird? "Nah, it's just that even humans are like that, apparently."

"Wait, who told you tha—"

"Ohh, and some crazy redhead tried to murder me or sex me up. Noooot entirely sure which." Seriously, she could go both ways. ...Heh.

"What."

The look on her face made me a bit on edge. Wasn't the type that I'd call sweet or innocent as should be. "...Kinda a bit of a scary look ya got there, Nitori."

"A-ahh." She let out a breath full of all that hate, and like it was an afterthought muttered, "...Sorry."

Gave her a nice, solid smack on the back to shock her outta giving any further murderous faces. "It's okay. I kinda won, so won't be a problem."

And then she gave me the most surprised look possible. "You... won?" Man, stocks in kappa eyebrows went through the roof! Better get sellin'!

— - — - —

[ ] Tell the honest truth. Busted her nose and kicked her in the nads with that flippy kick I always wanted to do.
[ ] Tell something sorta-kinda the truth. She won't be a problem anymore after what I did.
[ ] Embellish the truth to make myself look good. I hit her so hard she went reeling. Nice crunchy sound, too. Did I mention I protected my new buddy when the bitch went psycho on us? Was all heroic and crap.
[ ] Outright lie. Gotta tell her one for the ages! Spin up a shitfest she'll never believe! Gotta talk about how I stuck the landing!
[ ] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
[ ] Write-in.
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>> No. 65186
[X] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
-[X] When she picks up the cellphone to make a collect call to bullshit, just tell her the honest truth.

Marisa being Marisa-like.
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[X] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
-[X] When she picks up the cellphone to make a collect call to bullshit, just tell her the honest truth.

Also, am I just seeing things or is Kogasa the lunch lady?
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>>65187
>> No. 65190
[X] Tell the honest truth. Busted her nose and kicked her in the nads with that flippy kick I always wanted to do.
-[X] Don't forget to mention we got out of her mind control on our own and helped our new friend.
>> No. 65191
[x] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
-[x] When she picks up the cellphone to make a collect call to bullshit, just tell her the honest truth.
-[x] Don't forget to mention we got out of her mind control on our own and helped our new friend.

I can’t see her being honest about this right off the bat.
>> No. 65192
[x] Tell the honest truth. Busted her nose and kicked her in the nads with that flippy kick I always wanted to do.
-[x] Don't forget to mention we got out of her mind control on our own and helped our new friend.

The fact that it's all true only makes it more awesome.

> lunch lady Kogasa

All of my yes.
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>>65187

You know, that's not a bad idea. It's not right, but it's not a bad idea, and I may have to make it a little righter to some degree at some point.

That Kogasa is one of my top three favorite characters does help.

>> No. 65196
> "Ohh, and some crazy redhead tried to murder me or sex me up. Noooot entirely sure which." Seriously, she could go both ways. ...Heh.

> The look on her face made me a bit on edge. Wasn't the type that I'd call sweet or innocent as should be. "...Kinda a bit of a scary look ya got there, Nitori."

Oh, do you have feeeeelings for the yellow haired mistress in the black witch costume, Nitori?

Because entering murder-rage mode upon hearing that someone else may had gotten intimate with your (girl)friend isn't normal.

[X] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
-[X] When she picks up the cellphone to make a collect call to bullshit, just tell her the honest truth.
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[33] Bard it up. Sure, I could tell one for the ages. Or, because she won't buy it anyways, I could tell her like it's some sorta climactic showdown about the legend of, well... me!
-[33] When she picks up the cellphone to make a collect call to bullshit, just tell her the honest truth.
-[33] Can't forget to mention I got out of her mind control on my own and helped my new friend.

— - — - —

"Well, if you must know..."

"Whoa, there! Heel, heel!" Y'see, back then I was many things, but good at ridin' a gun-sword-broom wasn't something I'd claim. But, as hard as finding them was, finding an instructor was harder. And my girl? Totally one of a kind, and fully automatic. The broom part, I mean. Didn't have no stickshift. Still, what sent my girl into a tizzy was some broad. Pretty as a princess. A slutty princess, but still. Total babe material. Had tits out the wazoo, and they were barely contained by a corset that looked like it was made to fell trees, as tight as it musta been. As late as it was, normally I might miss her, but her hair was like silken rubies, no matter how dumb it sounds. But, as always, the moon did a good job on guiding my way, what with the fullness of it.

"I do declare... What a handsome woman you are." She was obviously into me. Like, seriously. She just called me handsome
and a woman in the same breath! Obviously knew the buttons to press. "Stranger, would you please come closer for completely savory reasons?" What woman that looked like you could snap her in two with a push would lie? Obviously the reasons were savory. But, when I came close, she grabbed me by the head and started talking in totally evil hisses that wouldn't ever get repetitive! "You fool!" Wait, no hisses that time. Uhh... "Thissss issss assss far assss you go!" And, for good measure, she also just kinda shouted some hissing at me. "SSSSSSSSS!" Yeah, that's better. Now, normally I'd be outta there like a bat outta hell, but she had powers. Eeeeevil powers. Powers with her eyes that stripped me of my free will, even! But ol' Broombroom had my back. Seriously, best broom eve— Wait...

"Hey, hey! Don't go fallin' asleep on me halfway through my tale!" Gave the squishy turtle cheek a few nudges, waking her back up.

"Huh...?" She'd been listening from her bed, so of course she fell asleep. "You done yet?" She let out a huge yawn, revealing those pearly whites and the squishy pink contents of her cucumber hole.

"What, you don't wanna hear how I broke free of her control?"

"Depends. Are you actually planning on telling me, or just making me watch you crap yourself?"

Rolled my eyes, admitting, "Okay, fine. Maybe I wasn't completely truthful."

"No. Really."

"Yeah, yeah." Always the sarcasm, isn't it? "But, still... wasn't much to it. After first period, I bumped into some red-headed girl. Turned out she had magic eyes that can charm any man's heart—" When Nitori started snickering, I quickly added, "Ohh, laugh it up, turtle... It's not like women are immune, obviously. Just that they have to be into women. Still, I was made her 'friend' till lunch." Easily the heaviest finger quotes of my life. "And then I somehow broke free, punched her in the nose and ran. Ohh, and Flan was there, but she somehow ended up the one needing protecting when miss bat head dumped a bucket of water on us. After a lot of posturing, she dive bombed us, ready to cleave us in two. But I was ready for her, and put all my soccer trick practice to good use on her crotch."

"That stupid flippy thing?"

"That stupid flippy thing, yeah." While she was busy snorting, I continued, "And boy did it seem to hurt, 'cause she kinda landed like a sack of potatoes. I mean, sure, I didn't stick the landing either, but I have the excuse of kicking somebody at least. She by all means shoulda just cut me in two with her finger nails, not gotten her junk bruised."

Nitori blinked a bit, before saying, as if in a daze, "I think that's the most truthfully you've ever told a story." I'd be offended if she wasn't kinda right. All that honesty left a bit of a weird taste in my mouth. "And... what happened after that? I can't imagine a kick being enough to stop a youkai for long..."

Well, that's worrying. Here I thought I might be able to study up on kick-fu or something and just button mash my way through school one crotch at a time.

— - — - —

[ ] Tell her about the Patches. Keep it simple and to the point.
[ ] Tell her about the binding or whatever. Give a bit more details, but I better hold onto the ones that'd make her strangle me.
[ ] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?
[ ] Write-in.
>> No. 65204
[xt] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?

Stop, you pathological liar
>> No. 65205
[X] Tell her about the binding or whatever.
[X] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?

>>65196
I think entering murder-rage mode upon hearing that someone tried to murder and/or rape (in no particular order) your best friend isn't that surprising, love or not.
>> No. 65206
[x] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?
>> No. 65207
[x] Tell her about the Patches. Keep it simple and to the point.

Marisa? Tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Pffft.
>> No. 65211
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As No Such Thing as Ghosts over in /th/ is not terribly far from completion, I will be switching off with this and that for now. When it is finished, I will then switch off writing this and my other two stories, more often than not in sequence, assuming that I get the votes needed to satisfy my cravings. Which is to say, 3+ votes, unless I feel two or less votes to be plenty due to this or that reason.

Updates for this story will grow longer, more often than not, meaning slower updates in general, but also more meaningful votes and a general increase in quality, both due to a lack of exhaustion and due to a lack of votes added that Marisa can solve herself. I expect, on average, for the updates on this story to break 2k words going forward. Now, unless I have a particularly bored night, that also means you won't be seeing those longer updates completed in a single sitting as they have been.
>> No. 65212
>>65211
Good and bad news. But still, good to see you haven't exploded yet.

Cool down a bit.
>> No. 65213
>>65211
Thanks for letting us know.
Take your time.
>> No. 65215
Last chance to get your votes in. I'm feeling increasingly not crap, so hopefully quality will be on the rise!
>> No. 65218
[x] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?

Maybe soon I can be less busy! Maybe!

...Maybe!
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[34] Tell her about the teaching. Well, better she find out someone else knows you're human now rather than later, right?

— - — - —

Always gotta get as much of a reaction outta her as humanly possible. Even if I'm giving her all the biggest details, I gotta get some sorta compensation, right? "Weeeeeeell..."

Nitori sent me a pretty irritated look, just as I was hoping for. "Just get on with it."

Gave her a roll of my eyes, round and pretty. Weren't no fake eyes, that's for sure. "I would have by now if you just let me talk." At the silence she let happen, I continued, "Now, apparently I was saved by a mage."

This got a few blinks and a smile outta her. Jackpot. "Ohh? Someone bothered to save... you..." Didn't like the way she was trailing off. Then again, was planning to spill some beans her way, so it was hardly as terrible as it could be. "Wait, why would someone save you?" ...Not sure if she meant that to hurt, but it kinda did.

Gave her a shrug; not a nice one, but a so-so, middle of the line type. "Seems she wanted to teach me how to do magic."

"...You're joking." Ouch. Always gotta find some sorta out from how awesome I am, huh?

Putting on a nice, big grin, I answered, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Not skipping a beat, Nitori started rattling off, "Who, why, where, why and when?"

Makes sense she'd be fishy. I mean, if I were her, I'd probably be fishy, too! I mean, I'd be her, right? Probably sucks down fish like nobody's business. ...Then again, maybe she prefers sucking down cucumbers, judging by earlier.

Still, who should be a safe question to answer, right? "Called herself Patchouli Knowledge, and I think she had a bone to pick with the batty bitch trying to disembowel me. Took me somewhere private for a bit of, uhh... 'quick tutoring,' if ya get my drift." Not giving her the chance to blow her top, I quickly said, "Kidding, kidding!"

And, just like that, the girl let out a breath that stunk of angry turtle, if I had to make a wild guess. "You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days, Marisa."

Couldn't help the bit of a chuckle she got out of me. "Ehh, give it a couple years and a few thousand burgers."

"Ha ha, very funny." Could tell she was trying not to laugh, though. Probably would call me incorrigible if I wasn't hammering her with all these angry mood swings. Maybe I'll have to stop teasing the poor girl!

...Naaaah!

"You know ya like it!"

"That's beside the point and more to do with missing you, you dolt!" Just like always, that pout was worth the trouble.

"Potato, potahto."

"That's not how you use that turn of phase!" And, with that, she heaved a sigh. "You're going to give me high blood pressure within the month, aren't you." Wasn't a question, but a matter of fact. Or, at least, the way she said it was. If it'd happen or not was on me.

"Aaaanyways, getting back to where we were..." ...Where were we, actually? ...Ohh, yeah! "And she had a bone to pick with the batty bitch tryin' to disembowel me!" Gave her a grin; can't take all these eyerolls for free, can I? Besides, she should know better than to ask the same question twice; I may just end up answering it twice! "As for when, it was during lunch, and just before magic class, which led to me havin' to skip."

Wincing, Nitori pointed out, "Probably for the best that you skipped it, honestly. If you have a teacher, maybe you can at least learn passable knowledge on the matter to support your claims."

"Or I could just be a crap witch!"

"Or you could just be a crap witch, yes." She heaved a sigh, all but calling me an idiot. "Still, you're fine? She hasn't come for you again...?" Yeesh. The worry on her mug just about was palpable.

Gave a shrug, answering, "I'm more fine than her crotch and pride. Still, with Patches keeping me under her wing, I don't see her bein' a problem anytime soon. Now, maybe in the distant future, but not anytime soon!" Seemed to be under her power after all.

Pinching the her nose in a timeless show of suffering, Nitori said, "You need anything before bed? It's late, and unless your teacher is a big enough asshole to give homework on the second day, I'm going to bed."

"Sure, sure. Go on ahead. I oughtta go to bed as well, so see ya in the morning. Maybe we'll do breakfast!" Assuming I don't end up faceplanting out the door when Ko gets here.

With that said, the two of us got to changing into our PJs, and I held back a snicker at the bit of pudge she still had.

To be continued...

Why am I more tired now than November?
>> No. 65224
>>65223
> pic is Kyouko not Nitori

You are tired.
>> No. 65225
>>65224

...I don't think I'm the only one, then. I was searching Nitori and pajamas. With the weird blueness, I guess they didn't notice either...
>> No. 65226
>>65225
Where's the sex scene Det? WHERE IS IT
>> No. 65227
>>65225

LMAO, you're right. Guess nobody checked the moonrunes.
>> No. 65229
>>65226

Coming soon in a theater near you...

But in all seriousness, sorry for the delay everyone. I've been... busy, to say the least. The slightly longer of itis that I need peace and quiet to write, as I have the attention span of a gnat, and have been losing out on that ohh so important period of time that would allow such peace and quiet.

In other words, It'll be done tonight, assuming I don't abruptly and dramatically explode. Without the time to really start writing, my brain has taken a nice break from my sucking at stopping to sleep. I've actually gotten reasonable amounts of sleep recently! Anyways, let me go pass out on my keyboard and post what comes out or something. Seemed to work for NaNoWriMo. Anywho, lemme go get started on that. See y'all in an hour or two, assuming you have very punctual reading habits.
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"Well, well... so this is the one little sister likes, hmm?" ...This sort of smug felt familiar, yet different. I looked up from what seemed to be my bed and found an angel. Like, no joke. A goddamned angel, just chilling right there, sitting on Nitori's bed "Or should I say hates? Ohh, how time flies..." With a giggle she popped onto her feet and sashayed her way on over to me all sexy-like. Had a body full of damn, if I had to describe it quickly. "Cat got your tongue? I hear that kasha do so love laying claim on such things, though I think it has specific requirements you don't fill. Well, yet..." Dragging my eyes up from the school uniform-clad damn, I received a tap on my nose.

"I suppose I didn't have to remind where my eyes are~ How rare..." That grin she put on made me shudder a bit. Reminded me of


I woke to the sound of knocking, and felt like I got way less sleep than I'd like. Looking to the clock, it seemed I was right. Thinking to the day before, it seemed that it was about the time Patchouli spoke of, so I had a good idea who it was, too: Ko. However, before I could return my thoughts to the now, the sourpuss I called a best friend called, "Coming, coming..." When I looked, I found her to be rubbing her eye and all drowsy. As little sleep as I got, and with how we went to bed at the same time, the reason for that as well was plain to see.

Of course, as Ko tried to one-up Unzan on the scale of dickishness, I just let the butt burglar at her, listening in. Pretended to sleep, too, for good measure. None of that loud, fake snoring crap, either. Kinda played the part of roadkill, my tongue hangin' onto my pillow and my head kinda cocked at a little bit of an uncomfortable angle.

Heard the door creak open. Seriously, it's as if they use just the right amount of oil to get the creepiest sound out of every hinge in this school, so it wasn't exactly hard to pull it off. "...Who're you...?"

"Ahh! Err..." Yup. Definitely Ko. "...I came here for Marisa."

I could pretty much hear how suspicious she was when she said, "...What do you want with Marisa?"

"I—"

"Wait, better yet, answer the other question."

"I'm Ko... ...Ko. ...Ko. Kooooa!" ...Odd bit of trouble she sounded like she was having there. "...Just call me Ko, I guess..." Could hear the sigh of a woman suffering. Obviously was Ko's. Impressive volume it had, honestly. "And I'm here for Marisa."

"Why are you here for Marisa..." ...Well, Nitori's not sounding too friendly.

But, the question is, should I intervene or should I listen in. From the sound of it, Ko's not able to say her name for some reason. Maybe I could learn some stuff without needing to grill her.

— - — - —

[ ] Step in. While I hate Ko, she's kinda sounding like she might be getting ready for a faceful of angry turtle if I don't. Seeing as she's here for my sake, might feel just a little bad.
[ ] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.
>> No. 65231
>"I'm Ko... ...Ko. ...Ko. Kooooa!" ...Odd bit of trouble she sounded like she was having there

Was she trying to think of a name that also started with Ko? Good look with that.

[x] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.

Let mother be-turtle protect us!
>> No. 65232
[X] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.
>> No. 65233
[X] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.
>> No. 65234
[x] Step in. While I hate Ko, she's kinda sounding like she might be getting ready for a faceful of angry turtle if I don't. Seeing as she's here for my sake, might feel just a little bad.

No use pissing off Patchouli by proxy.
>> No. 65235
[x] Step in. While I hate Ko, she's kinda sounding like she might be getting ready for a faceful of angry turtle if I don't. Seeing as she's here for my sake, might feel just a little bad.

Mostly agreed with above. Let's make sure we don't tick off Patchy by unnecessarily getting her... well, whatever she is wrecked.

Plus, I mean, we can't feel bad. I mean, Marisa, feeling guilty about something? Must avoid that.
>> No. 65236
Give or take several days, depending on numerous factors!
>> No. 65237
[x] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.

I get the impression Trusty Patches doesnt give a damn about what pits Ko digs for herself (so long as she doenst die in them).

Ko's full name hasn't been used in the story yet. Likely, she can't say it due to her newfound contractual fetters. At least that's what the almighty ctrl+f tells me.
>> No. 65238
Not called yet! ...Hopefully tomorrow. Appointment in the morning, and I must prepare. Was hoping I had time, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.
>> No. 65239
[X] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.

Gonna post G first, as my editor has been too busy for me to not feel guilty about bugging, but after that? So much writing will happen.
>> No. 65242
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[35] Just let it unfold. If I listen in, maybe I can get some more juicy info. Seeing as Koa seems to know exactly how little I'm capable of, I'd either have to get on her good side to get the down-low, or simply go over her by asking Patches.

— - — - —

One part of me wants to get in good with Patches. A much louder part, however, wants to see Ko suffer, if just for a while. A part much smarter than that loudmouth prettied it up so that it was almost as if I had something I wanted to learn here. What I would learn was anybody's guess, but surely she'd blab all sorts of maybe useful crap.

Heck, maybe something as simple as how nasty Nitori could be. That seemed to be the most obvious something to be learned from this situation.

"I was sent here for her...?" Ko was sounding downright nervous. Going by the tone that cucumber breath used on her, I can kiiinda understand that.

"By. Who." Jeeze. Talk about goose bumps.

Heard a small whimper, followed by, "B-b-by my Master!"

"Who."

"I can't say! Now, please put that away before you hurt someone!" ...Now I'm getting a bit curious about what she's got out.

"Tell me, or I will!"

"I literally can't say! Believe me, I'd tell you if I could, but I can't, so please don't hurt me, I'm just doing what I have to, and I need to wake up Marisa and bring her to the libr—" Out of nowhere, she shut up. In that same moment, I saw what looked to be a flash even through my eyelids. Was like someone cut a camera in half and glued it to another camera, as bright as it was. Reminded of something dumb Nitori made a long time ago.

"Wh-what...?" Nitori sounded dazed. Y'know, like if someone just stuck a camera and a half in her face and gave her a real good flashin'. Hated that stupid thing.

Another moment ticked by and there was another knock at the door.

...Thaaaat's Patches, if I had to guess. Had that 'I'm gonna keel over at any moment' sorta sound to it. Real faint, y'know? Although, unlike the whole keeling over level of strength, it had a very measured evenness. Weak, yet deliberate, as if she was just dandy with the whole keeling over situation.

"Keep your panties on, I'm comin'!" With a sigh, I threw off the covers, rising from my rest. Did say I'd be there, and it's not like I was lyin' or anything. ...As odd as my truthfulness of late is, it's with good reason; my life's on the line here, and punching people's lights out ain't gonna be as handy as I'm used to.

Even if I bloodied Ko's nose, and even if I managed to take her and Unzan down to my level on a few occasions. More him than her, of course; only took her down once.

"Ehh?" Nitori peeked in on me just in time for me to yank half my PJs over my head and toss it aside. Nitori sputtered, before fleeing back whence she came. "Marisa, warn me when you're going to suddenly be naked!" Got a peek of what sorta-kinda looked chainsawish while she was running. Explains a heck of a lot, though not exactly a good way to off someone without getting caught.

Gave her a roll of my eyes, not that she accepted it. Can't accept what you can't see. "Just in a hurry's all." Within a few small and a couple larger motions, I was decked out for class to begin. Not class class, of course, but something a bit more important.

"What's going on??"

Grabbed my bag, hoisting it over my shoulder. "Got magic lessons to go to's all." Made my way past her, and opened the door. Sure enough, there was a particularly purple mage and her slave or whatever the prettied up term is. Familiar? Sounds like it, even if it was odd. "Yo, Patches."

"'Yo,' Marisa."

I couldn't not laugh at that. I mean, seriously, that deadpan delivery was just... hilarious "Guess you might be a little ticked off at me, huh?" Gave her a nice, if sheepish grin. Was practically bleeting to death, to be frank.

One. "That is a term I would not use under this particular circumstance." Two, three. "However, irritation is something I suppose I feel." Four.

Nitori poked her nose around my shoulder; could tell because a pigtail wanged me as well as a tuft of hair could. "This is that person you talked about...?"

Surprisingly, Patches didn't even bat an eye. "I take it my information was correct, then." Reaaaal deep four. "Kawashiro Nitori: most trusted individual of Kirisame Marisa.." While she took a sharp five, Nitori blinked rapidly. "Affinity for water, skill with technology and general stench indicates a kappa almost as well as a meal consisting of nothing but cucumbers." Six, seven, eight. "A-and..." Nine. "And seems to be some flavor of childhood friend or more." The talk of 'more' earned her a risen brow.

After that, I gave her a less focused odd look. "Patches, y'know it's not exactly normal to go and spout off people's life story, right?" She does seem to love trying to suffocate, however.

"Ahh, is that so?" Ten. "Then I suppose I shall apologize, in that case." Eleven, twelve. Girl's talking a bit too fast for her own good. "Then I shall end our meeting with that and attempt another at a later date." Thirteen, fourteen. "For now, we must be going. Come, Kirisame, Koakuma. We've work to do."

Waved as I walked after the girl that looked like she ran a marathon. "See ya later, Nitori."

Looking like she just got hit in the face with a water balloon, she said, "...Yyyeah. ...Later." If I needed a word for it, I'd pick shellshocked.

With that done, we all headed off, Ko in tow and an increasingly familiar library in mind.

To be continued...
>> No. 65250
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1/2: >>65242

— - — - —

The grounds were silent, the school was barren and the doors were... surprisingly unlocked at this time. The doors to the school and library alike, though the private side of things was as locked as I'd expect of something with a label like that in the middle of a school. However, more surprisingly, the librarian didn't even bat an eye, simply sending a smile our way as we headed for the locked door. That said, Patches was about as winded by walking as would be expected of someone in her condition. Before I could get around to chucking some teasing her way, she kinda magiced up some sorta riding bubble.

And then she flopped on it, belly-first. Surprisingly the thing not only held, but supported her weight with enough left over for a side of floating. "Cobtimbue." ...Was that a one? Saw her back go up a lot.

"Might help if ya don't drown yourself, Patches." It'd be a real pain to explain that to the librarian.

Surprisingly, it was Ko that said, "It's more jelly than liquid. If anything, she'd have to worry about being smothered."

"That's not exactly much better, y'know."

Rolling her eyes, she pointed out, "Does she look concerned?" When I looked again, she certainly looked alright. Definitely wasn't lookin' like someone that needed help, let alone someone that was dying. Shrugging, the three of us 'cobtimbue'd on, Patche's floating on her giant jellybean or whatever. Jelly wad? ...Okay, I'm just gonna not call it that. Talk about a nasty mental image...

And continue on we did. While the walk was long and boring, it was at least uneventful. Ko wasn't trying to rape me in the eye or anything, so I was happy enough. Overall, the way in and out'd probably take up a fairly considerable portion of the walk in and of itself. If I had to guess, I'd say a third of the block would be spent on just walking. Still, the privacy was appreciated. Once we arrived, the jelly rolled over, flipping Patches into a surprisingly acrobatic landing, what with it rolling her face-first.

Showoff. "So, what exactly we here for today?"

Patches took a deep probably two. "We shall be starting with getting a grasp of your capabilities." Three. "Most have a natural starting point as well as a natural limit." Four. "We must access where the floor is before we attempt to stand upon it, as it were." Five, six. "The ceiling comes when one must jump."

"Y'know, you could just write."

"We won't be here long, I'm afraid." She began rummaging through a pile of books with surprising ease, all things considered. Ahh, the bookworm in her natural habitat...

"Then why bother coming all the way here...?"

Seven. "Burying my face in Undine gave me an idea."

...Not even gonna ask. "So, where to?"

"We shall take the faster route: by way of Undine."

"The jellybean?"

"The 'jellybean,' yes."

...Well, I guess, as the saying goes, you only live once. ...Actually, that kinda sounds like a reason against doing it. Still, didn't stop me from ignoring the whole worry of drowning horribly or whatever.

But how to actually do it...

— - — - —

[ ] Stick a foot in the side for leverage! Sure, the thing is huge, but if I just treat it like a horse made of jelly, nothing will go wrong, right?
[ ] Ladder. There has to be one around here somewhere, right? Shelves this tall call for it.
[ ] Swan dive. Just need to find something tall enough to pull it off. Top of the book shelves, maybe?
[ ] Just ask for help.
-[ ] Patches. No other option, is there?
-[ ] Ko. As much as I hate her, I doubt Patches will be much help. Maybe I'll apologize for Nitori's attempted Leatherface act while I'm at at.
>> No. 65251
[x] Bellyflop. Hey, it worked for Patches!
>> No. 65252
[x] Swan dive

I'm saying this more and more but this won't end well
>> No. 65254
[x] Swan dive. Just need to find something tall enough to pull it off. Top of the book shelves, maybe?
>> No. 65255
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If you don't hear from me soon, something went obscenely wrong.
>> No. 65256
Just, uhh... gimme a bit. Not feeling too how right now.
>> No. 65257
>>65256
Hot in hell did you manage to misspell that


Be well, Det.
>> No. 65258
>>65257

New keyboard and not feeling well leads to a bit of lacking editing and odd typos on status updates. My apologies.
>> No. 65310
I'm probably gonna get better soon. I think I caught two things at once, so life sucks till Papa Nurgle and Yamame stop making plague babies in my head.
>> No. 65390
Hopefully... Soon...
>> No. 65410
Ohh, I'm feeling a little better! I may be able to continue soon!

I hope!

Please??
>> No. 65495
>>65410

Hey dude, how are you feeling?
If not, then I hope you get better!
>> No. 65508
>>65495

Thankfully I feel something, so that's not an issue.

That something is exhausted, and I'm not even sure why. Might be getting sick again, or might just be drained from being sick for 3 weeks.

Either way, it's hard to not write, so I've been waffling on if I should continue writing even if I'm not quite all there. I mean, I technically have a bit of the upcoming specifics figured out, so it shouldn't be a huge issue, but... I always worry if my quality is as quality as I hope even while completely healthy. The main reason I went on hiatus is that I was having trouble thinking creatively, which was making my leisurely writing suffer, let alone this.
>> No. 65519
>>65508
Ah I see, if you want, you can write down something else for your own amusement. That usually get my writing juice reviving up.
Anyway, stay determine!
>> No. 65530
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>>65519

That's actually what I've been doing. Something simple, easy, and with zero advance planning involved. However, I do still feel guilty over just writing that.
>> No. 65531
>>65530
So you're the one behind the aunn quest in at huh
>> No. 65532
>>65531

Yyyep. I've been using it to stoke my determination pyre. It's been a bit hard to get it up lately, so I decided to write something in /at/. Because obviously that will help one get it up. I just was curious how popular it might be if it wasn't me writing it, so I used half of a screen name I use as a name till I felt I had the answers I wanted. Still not totally stoked, however, but feeling less horrible at least. Writing silly things that make me smile has done a world of good for my typical year end depression.

On that note, I really need to go update that. Just been tired the last few days is all.
>> No. 65537
As such, I think I'll call the vote! 3 votes is good enough by my standards, even if I would have preferred more!

Today I can actually see right, so let's write! This is wonderful~
>> No. 65594
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[x] Swan dive. Just need to find something tall enough to pull it off. Top of the book shelves, maybe?

— - — - —

While she said to get on, she wasn't too clear about how I should, y'know... do that. So, not wanting to make her waste her breath in a surprisingly literal sense, I set about climbing up one of the big shelves—

"Do not dirty the shelves." Couldn't see it in time, but I heard the wheeze before I could turn my head. "Koa, a ladder." Here I was trying not to use a ladder. Jeez, talk about rude...

Giving her seemingly forced master an odd look, the redhead made short work of playing fetch, what with the ladder simply being at the other end of the shelf. Sure, the shelf was freakishly long, but still better than the other end of the freakishly large library, wings or no.

With my bout of desire to get a kick out of Patches met with the great help that was a ladder, I set about climbing it. At the top, I made sure the shelf looked sturdy, and got on.

Ko looked at me like I was an idiot, and Patches looked on with curiosity.

Or, that's what I figured, anyways. The height reminded me of a high dive more than I'd like. Still, ain't gonna leave any room for being called a chicken, so I'll just have to nip that in the bud. Sure, it would be something brought on by backing down for a dumb joke, and sure, maybe I might regret doing this in about ten seconds, but ehh.

Still, I took the position, and Patches' eyes lit up with recognition, Ko's looking more along the line of worried horror.

The latter of which egged me on, of course.

When I hit the bubble, I had about a second to be reminded of diving into the shallow end of the pool. The jelly slowed me, but—



Woke up with a splitting headache and feeling like a pretty ill-equipped bride. Looked up, finding it to be Ko that was carrying me, and that we were outside by this point. She seemed to notice my sour look, as I kinda had a front row seat to her letting out a sigh. Felt the wind through my hair in two ways, up from one, and felt the road get just that much bumpier.

Was only now that I noticed she didn't have as much motion in the ocean as you'd expect of someone dripping even half as much sex appeal as she was.

But, sadly, that silent walk didn't last. "Master, she's awake."

"Ohh, good." Looked over to my instructor in time for her to take a deep one; she seemed like she was about to say quite a bit. "While I appreciate idiotic antics as much as the next magician, please refrain from cracking your skull open until I have completed my efforts to drill magic into your head." Two, three, four. Aaand five.

"Patches, ya don't gotta say it all in one go, y'know. Look about ready to keel over after that."

Letting out a faint snort, she didn't respond for a bit, instead opting to breathe a bit more. Six, seven. "Koa, you may toss her." Eight. "She will learn in the best way I can come up with, when such ineptitude is involved.

It was only then that I realized that we ran out of ground to be walking across. Now, instead, was the great fall into that too-red sea before us, and less of the edge of that sheer cliff under us than I'd like.

'Course, that didn't matter much, as I was falling before I really had time to do much about it. Was a doozy, too.

— - — - —

Limit: 1

[ ] Try to control the fall. I remember hearing on the boob tube that one could go faster by minimizing drag, but the reverse and more is also true. Can you say parachute?
[ ] Try to soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta try to soften that landing as best I can, trying to avoid belly flopping.
[ ] Try to avoid the rocks. There's water down there, but also rocks. Maaay be a good idea to do my best to avoid those.
[ ] Try to grab the side. There's a bit of roots or a branch or something sticking out. Kirisame Marisa ain't nobody's fool, and I ain't gonna go down without even a try to stop it.
>> No. 65598
I know you said only one, but if we want to...
[x] Try to soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta try to soften that landing as best I can, trying to avoid belly flopping.
then we're going to have to...
[x] Try to avoid the rocks. There's water down there, but also rocks. Maaay be a good idea to do my best to avoid those.

Why? Well, if we land on a rock, anything we do to soften the landing is all for naught; and Marisanon Kirisame will be a dead girl and the CYOA gets abruptly cut. So we're gonna have to consider both factors in this...

Unless we happen to fly, of course.
>> No. 65604
[x] Try to control the fall. I remember hearing on the boob tube that one could go faster by minimizing drag, but the reverse and more is also true. Can you say parachute?

It'll look kinda like flying...
>> No. 65610
[X] Try to soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta try to soften that landing as best I can, trying to avoid belly flopping.

We're probably not gonna land on a rock, because Patchouli wants us alive right now, so we should at least try not to break against the water.
>> No. 65613
[DON'T PANIC] Try to avoid the ground. The secret to flying is missing.

[x] Try to control the fall. I remember hearing on the boob tube that one could go faster by minimizing drag, but the reverse and more is also true. Can you say parachute?
>> No. 65616
[ ] Try to soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta try to soften that landing as best I can, trying to avoid belly flopping.

While spreading ourselves out will slow down our fall, it means we'll be pulling off a belly flop once we hit the water. Our best bet is to minimize our profile upon entering the water and basically pull off a high dive.

Besides our affinity is for WATER. If this is a test about us instinctively using magic, Slowing our fall would be Air, and grabbing onto something would be Earth.
>> No. 65621
>>65616
This guy. I like this guy's thinking. Just one modification...

[x] Soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta soften that landing as best I can, avoiding a big ol' belly flopping.

There is no trying to be done. Only doing.
>> No. 65627
[x] Soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta soften that landing as best I can, avoiding a big ol' belly flop.

>>65621

I feel that the others wouldn't refuse the sentiment, so seems we won't be trying! We'll be doing, or, uhh... trying to not try to do and simply do.

I feel I'm making this more complicated than it has to be.
>> No. 65631
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[x] Soften the impact. There's water down there, but water ain't so soft all the time. Gotta soften that landing as best I can, avoiding a big ol' belly flopping.

— - — - —

I could've slowed my fall and risked my landing, but I didn't. I could've grabbed at the side and risked losing control of my fall, but I didn't. I could've tried to avoid the rocks, but risk my landing and control, but I didn't. I didn't do a lot of things.

No, there's only one thing I could do; one thing to ensure that this goes right.

And so I didn't do anything fancy. I didn't slow down, and instead straightened out into a dive. I didn't grab at the side, and instead closed my eyes. I didn't avoid anything, and instead, well... hoped, I guess. I hoped and held my breath.

I didn't cut or fade to black or white or stars or anything, but instead make like a sewing needle and just punch clean through the surface. I didn't hit the bottom, as I wasn't wearing concrete apparel, but slowed down somewhere obviously in between in and the top.

I dared to open my eyes, but dared not risk my breath. I ain't about to risk dying over an assumption that my affinity would save me. I got this far without relying on others. Well, not truly relying, anyways.

And, all around me, everything was just... clear. Red, but clear. I could see so far, and see so deep.

I saw someone below, on the bottom of that red sea. Wasn't especially deep, but did I wanna risk it?

— - — - —

[ ] Swim up and away.
[ ] Swim down and towards.
>> No. 65633
[x] Swim down and towards.

THP is just a daredevil nowadays
>> No. 65634
[X] Swim down and towards.

Who dis?
>> No. 65635
[X] Swim down and towards.

Because we're already there anyway, and also curiosity.
>> No. 65644
[x] Swim down and towards.
>> No. 65645
[x] Swim up and away.

Token vote for common sense.
>> No. 65649
>Token vote for common sense.

>common sense

>Gensokyo

[x] Swim down and towards.
>> No. 65653
[x] Swim down and towards.
>> No. 65655
Welp. I can't sleep, so it looks like it's time for a bonus update. Was gonna work on CQ and G next, but I reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally don't feel like the latter is a good idea at this particular time.

As such, I'm gonna write this arguably more important update.

Because I'm stupid, and love to cause myself suffering, obviously.

[x] Swim up and- Kidding. I realize that it was gonna likely turn out somewhat like this, but felt that it was still your choice to make.

[x] Swim down and towards.
>> No. 65738
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[38] Swim down and towards.

— - — - —

Y'know that thing called common sense that says swimming down's not a good idea when you might have to worry about breathing and such? Yeah, I think it's a good time to tell it to stuff it.

That fairly one-sided internal conflict over with in record time, I swam down like the fool I was. While the water was crystal clear, or at least as crystal clear as the deep red of it could be, I couldn't make out the first thing about the figure. Was it a man or a woman?

I just hoped it didn't try to kill me. Things seem to enjoy doing that these days. What is it, national murder your human at school week? ...Actually, y'know what? I'd prefer that, as then I'd be off the hook the rest of the year.

When I neared the figure, I realized that I was looking at a very familiar face.

No, it wasn't mine; I only abandoned my wisdom, not gulped down every pill in the medicine cabinet. Was Patches. What she was doing down here was beyond me, but she certainly wasn't dead, even if she had every right to be. I mean, if I just ignored magic as a valid answer, I'd be real concerned about her passing out about now, but she seemed more like she was waiting.

Looked happy, too. Was lookin' my way, so I was hoping she was happy with me.

She motioned me closer, so I came closer. She flipped open her book, took a deep breathe, and spoke. Or I assumed she spoke, as there were bubbles coming out, not words. Maybe she just wanted to die or something? Who knows.

Anyways, wasn't long before I realized the bubbles weren't goin' up, but stopping a short ways up above us in a great bubble. Not another moment later, the thing burst, and the rock below her shifted, some sorta green stone pushing up into a sort of seat. A couch, or a loveseat or something. Might even call it a bench straight out of a real fancy park, as I recognized the stone. Wasn't just green rocks or even jade.

It was goddamned emerald! Uncut emerald, but emerald all the same.

She slowly flopped to one side of it, what with being under the sea as she was. She patted next to herself, so I joined her, sitting in that emerald chair. She tapped me on the shoulder with her book in obvious offer, and I accepted it. Looking over the cover, I realized that it was way too dark to read, so looked her way again.

Rolling her eyes, she spun her finger in a circle, an orb of light appearing in the middle. Was a small ball of the purest brightness, shining more than any bulb and boiling the water around it more than any flame should. Neat parlor trick, if there ever was one. ...Not sure if I'd want to ever actually handle the thing, though. After all, it was boiling the water in an instant, and I could only imagine what it'd do to me.

Still, it did supply enough light to read the title: 0.006 Leagues Under the Sea

When I gave Patches a real odd look, she silently giggled, or at least shook like it. Was odd imagining her giggling, so I figured it was more like a chuckle. However, she seemed to take my look as a question, and then tapped the number, pointed up, pointed down, and then held her hand sideways and moved it between two points up and down a few times. Finally, she dragged her finger under the title.

...Think she's saying we're 0.006 leagues under the sea? How the hell big even is a... league...

...Wait.

Why aren't my lungs burning? I've not been down here for anything I'd call a short amount of time.

And then she snapped her fingers, the water around us rushing away and leaving the inside of a surrounding on all sides. "So you've realized."

Gave a nod, answering, "Yeah, I should have needed air by now."

One. "Yes, you certainly should have." Two. "It was my intent to distract you well enough that you might potentially..." Three, four. "...forget that you couldn't breathe." Five. "Of course, I expect such a thing would be impossible any other day." Six, seven.

"So, what now?"

Eight. "Now you read the book, of course." Nine. "It is no ordinary book, as you might imagine." Ten. "I want you to finish it by friday, so I might..." Eleven. "...gauge your ability in a less subconscious of manners." Twelve. "Not to mention when you are at your second best." Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

Gave her another odd look, free of charge. "So... that's it?"

"That's it, yes."

"Three hours, huh?"

"I may have miscalculated." Sixteen. "Be that as it may, it leaves you time to read, at the very least." Seventeen, eighteen.

— - — - —

[ ] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.
[ ] After figuring out how the heck you're getting back up, go read in your room. Time with your favorite butt burglar's always well spent.
[ ] Cafeteria's probably real quiet this early, and breakfast is one class you'd not mind showing up early for.
[ ] How about the library? Because, y'know... library.
[ ] Screw this; I need sleep. I can read it later.
>> No. 65739
[x] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.

Why only one choice? Well, not that I mind when the choice is so good.
>> No. 65741
[X] After figuring out how the heck you're getting back up, go read in your room. Time with your favorite butt burglar's always well spent.

She might be worried for us, what with learning magic with a stranger who's familiar tried to rape and/or kill us, so we should do some reading while telling her of our morning so far to prove we are perfectly safe. Like knocking ourself out and being thrown in water. Totally normal everyday school things. Right?
>> No. 65742
[x] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.
>> No. 65745
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>When I gave Patches a real odd look, she silently giggled


[x] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways?
>> No. 65748
[x] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.

We can always hang out with Nitori later.
>> No. 65759
[x] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.
>> No. 65761
[X] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.

Whoops, forgot about this for awhile, Nice to catch up though.
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After being sick for, well... basically January, recovering in February and realizing I was burnt out on writing somewhere in the mix, I have no true excuse for my behavior.

I'll go start the update, and we'll work from there.

Although, I did get a lot of practice for a particular character that will be showing up by the end of the in-story week.
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[39] Maybe spend some time with Patches anyways? Might as well read while you're down here. Real quiet, so it'd be easy.

— - — - —

"Don't suppose I could get a table? Like, a coffee table, height of the chair?"

She gave me an odd look, which I'd be adding to my collection, no doubt. "Very well." Clearing her throat, she started to incant, though this time there was no water to block the sound of it, not that it changes much: everything she was blabbing about was french to me. And, just like before, yet more emerald pushed through the ground as if it was actually supposed to work that way, and I'd just been grounding wrong this whole time.

Was a simple table, or maybe it'd be more accurate to call it a giant brick. Didn't have legs or nothin', but still was gonna serve its purpose plenty good. After all, when you got a book, you need to get comfortable. Greasin' the gears, or however the butt munch would put it.

So, that said, I kicked my feet up on the table.

Patches gave me the all but agreed upon odd look, and asked, "Did... you want a table for the express purpose..." One, two. "...of rudely resting your shoes on it?" Three, four.

"Sure did!" And, like that oddest of looks, I handed over a cheeky grin of my own. Good deal, if I do say so myself.

She stared a while, before she started shaking with the slightest ghost of a laugh. "Incredible lengths to go to for humor." Five. Seems even that ghastly laugh left her rubbing her throat a bit, though.

Gave her another grin. What can I say? I'm a good tipper! "What can I say? I'm pretty incredible!"

All this got was an exaggerated roll of her eyes, her head following it down that dark path. She was chuckling, however, even if it soon turned into a little coughing fit, so I took that as a bit of a win. Patches occupied with choking to death, I looked at the book again, finding a new and exciting book cover greeting me. Or, at least, the title was different.

Hydromancy for Dummies

...Cute, book. Real cute.

Flipping open the book, I found that the table of contents was fairly straightforward. Although, the number of chapters seemed extremely suspect, considering the length and that it skipped so many numbers.

— - — - —

[ ] Chapter 1: So you want to create a big splash, do you?
[ ] Chapter 2: How to properly jump in puddles.
[ ] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.
[ ] Chapter 4: Unreasonably more advanced lesson.
[ ] Chapter 47: Curiosity killed the cat.
>> No. 66157
[X] Chapter 2: How to properly jump in puddles.
Let's skip the "Is this book for you ?" part but the safety warnings are a must read.
>> No. 66158
[X] Chapter 47: Curiosity killed the cat.

Luckily we're no cat.
>> No. 66159
[X] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.

We already jump into puddles. If it were a lesson over JUMPING puddles, that'd be another thing althogheter.
>> No. 66160
[X] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.

Hooray it's back
>> No. 66161
[x] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.

It lives!
>> No. 66162
[x] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.
>> No. 66163
[X] Chapter 2: How to properly jump in puddles.

As fun as ignoring the safety warning are, we should probably read them for the first magic book we read.
>> No. 66165
>>66163
Ok but can you really see Marisa reading that instead of jumping right into the 'how to do magic' part.
>> No. 66167
[X] Chapter 2: How to properly jump in puddles.

How to not turn your blood into peroxide: somewhat important.
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Sorry about the delay, but I've been exhausted for the last while. Sleeping troubles and such.

Not that you aren't used to delays by now, but still.
>> No. 66181
[X] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.
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[40] Chapter 3: An introduction to Hydromancy.

— - — - —

I set about finding the page listed, which was 200 pages in, oddly enough. Stranger still, most of the pages before it were blank, if numbered. Finally finding the page in question, I got straight into it, burying my nose in it as deep as I could without risking becoming a nerd on the spot.

...Then again, considering the subject and the importance, might not be the worst idea to nerd out about now.

Chapter 3: Hydromancy and You

As you obviously must realize from when you most certainly didn't skip straight to things that attract that goldfish-like attention span of yours, there are a great many more things to hydromancy than hydromancy itself, and that is the most important distinction one must make. Unlike simpler elements, hydromancy has both a lower floor and a far, far higher ceiling on what you can do.

From the low of the low that is drawing usable air from water, to the highest of highs being beyond even this more basic book's comprehension, the levels vary greatly. However, that said, to a skilled hydromancer, anything with even the faintest traces of water in it is not only a tool, but also a weapon. Flowers turned rigid as steel and used in murder, one's own bodily fluids being used to make a puppet of one's self, and even turning a forest baren and dead with but a motion are the things one can look forward to, should they seek it.

However, before any of that can be decided, there are a great many other problems one must find answers for. While you may have little choice on the ideology due to the teacher in question, there is the more important question of methodology left on the table. There are more universal methods to power magic, such as the ever exciting exhaustion, or the ever so risky tapping of one's own soul or longevity, but there are other, much more practical methods, too. For instance, blood is a fairly common fuel, as are intense emotions. While blood, and virgin blood in particular, are universal methods, there is a very simple, as well as very obvious reason as to why it is especially helpful to hydromancy: water.

While raw emotions are helpful, that is closer to the territory of fire, which is at odds with water, making for less effective a method. However, you can quite literally put all your blood, sweat and tears into developing hydromancy.

Of course, there is another side to magic, as there always are in any field. Or so I presume. I am a magic book, not a science text book, after all. But, back on topic, closer to the siphoning of one's soul or the souls of others, there is sacrifice. If one sacrifices a bodily function that pertains to a particular element (i.e. tear ducts, bladder, sweat glands, or even blood cells or the heart. (Of course, surviving is increasingly difficult without, but there are ways around this.))

Yet another way is the method that Ms. Knowledge goes about things, invoking spirits and particularly attractive demons alike. Well, just the one, really. One demon, that is. Plenty spirits, however.


— - — - —

[ ] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.
[ ] Turn to page 244 if you are boring and want to be tuckered out.
[ ] Turn to page 257 if you are interested in putting your soul into.
[ ] Turn to page 258 if you are interested in burning the candle from both ends.
[ ] Turn to page 262 if you want to put that virginity to good use.
[ ] Turn to page 276 if you have emotional baggage and want to work them out on others.
[ ] Turn to page 280 if you have a thing for peeing and sweating people to death. Please don't, however.
[ ] Turn to page 281 if you want to make great sacrifices to advance the art.
[ ] Turn to page 284 if you want to do unmentionable things with demons. Because why would you not want to?
[ ] Turn to page 389 if you want to be a less dead Patchouli.
[ ] Turn to a random page deeper still with another idea in mind if you think you know better than I.
>> No. 66183
[] Turn to page 284 if you want to do unmentionable things with demons. Because why would you not want to?

Wait this isn't /at/

[X] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

What's all this then.
>> No. 66184
[X] Turn to page 276 if you have emotional baggage and want to work them out on others.
Dark past, heavy backstories, character depth, a bucket of fried chicken wings and half a gallon of cola please.
>> No. 66185
[x] Turn to page 258 if you are interested in burning the candle from both ends.

Who needs tear ducts anyway?
>> No. 66186
[x] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

Let's see where the token sane option leads.
>> No. 66188
[x] Turn to page 284 if you want to do unmentionable things with demons. Because why would you not want to?

By far the longest section, so obviously the most important.
>> No. 66191
[X] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

Let's learn our choices before choosing.
>> No. 66192
[X] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

This is actually the Marisa choice.
>> No. 66194
[X] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

We actually agree on something. Wow.
>> No. 66195
[x] Turn to page 276 if you have emotional baggage and want to work them out on others.

Too intrigued by this one to turn it down.
>> No. 66196
[X] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.
>> No. 66225
Updates not as short as the last two, and I've been sick. Feeling okay now. Ish. Okayish. So let's see how things go! Back to work, me!
>> No. 66307
It's not quite ready, and there have been hiccups along the way, but I'm getting there!
>> No. 66323
Getting close to ready to post! Shouldn't be too far off!

Sorry about the delays. Skipped writing yesterday to finish off my grinding for the season in Fortnite.
>> No. 66324
...I'm possibly taking the night off from writing. That is all.

The update is nearly done, sadly. If my nerves settle, I'll see about using them to write.
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[41] Turn to page 203 if you have an open mind and actually wish to learn about other ideologies that aren't pure elementalism.

— - — - —

"...Hey, Patches?"

Cutting the liveliest part of her to me, the sickly girl asked, "Yes?"

"Is this book, like... y'know..." I felt a little crazy asking the question, but in for a penny and all that. "Well, talking to me?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, it is."

...Y'know what? I'm just gonna ignore that bit. I have a more important question after that revelation. "Okay, quick question: how the hell does this book know I'm a virgin?"

Before Patches could begin to answer, I felt uncomfortably feminine hands grasp my shoulders from behind. Normally that'd not be an issue, but considering the fact that we're at the bottom of what looks like an ocean of blood, if it isn't Ko, I'd have way bigger problems.

Of course, it is Ko, which I'm more than a little irritated at being thankful for, even if only due to the alternative being less than appealing in its mystery.

Voice smooth as silk and teasing as can be, she pointed out, "Why, of course it's obvious!" I could practically smell the shit-eating grin. "You positively stink of cherries..."

I took that moment to peek over my shoulder, keeping a scowl on my face. Normally I'd toss it her way, but no way, no how am I giving it to her. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"

Patchouli chucked an irritated look at Ko's head like a scornful rock, before her eyes refocused their efforts on better places, which is to say myself. "Her kind have a way of telling things such as that."

I traded my scowl for an odd look. "Her kind?"

Ko answered, as if it were obvious, "Why, I'm a succubus, plain and simple." Then why did the book know?

...Ehh. More important to jab back. "So... you're a slut."

"As much as you are." With that said, Ko punctuated her retort with a huff.

Those words gave me pause. Had to roll them around on my tongue a bit to get at all the intricacies and flavors. When I finally swallowed them down my gullet, I responded, "Man, you really must suc as a cubus..."

The two of them stared at me, Ko looking like she was trying (and failing) to get upset, where as Patches was purely amused, which turned into a full-blown chuckle not long after. Of course, Ko's scowl starting to crumble when she started to snicker, before that emotional cork finally popped free when she began giggling. I'd never say it out loud, but it was a pretty cute giggle, too. Not cute like Nitori's giggle-snorting, but like watching the hottest girl in school pick her nose or some such while she thinks she's alone.

...Back on topic, I still didn't like the giggler even with that mental image in mind.

Deciding to cut my purely internal losses while I was ahead, I turned to page 203, Patches starting to cough as I read. Ko gets points for patting Patches on the back, though, even if it's hard to say if she was made to do it or not.

Chapter 4: Unreasonably More Advanced Lesson

Well, aren't you a bundle of surprises. Then again, you could also just be a curious one. Either way, good on you for seeking knowledge, whatever your intentions may be in doing so. That said, this will be by no means a complete lesson, but we can continue the lesson another time, if you have more specific requests. Very little of this will be truly useful to you after all, as your teacher is a true elementalist, pure in her... sub-optimal ways. You see, the problem of being a jack of all trades is that you have little room for mastery. If we were to give magic a letter grade system (which isn't a terrible idea, honestly) you would call her a straight B student.

Your grade, however, would be pure F's, but with a single D in swimming class.

Yes, I know, you are but a girl born of man. However, excuses are excuses, and though yours is excusable, that is not something you would be wise to tell another by choice. Furthermore, we are here to fix that, yes? And so, as you proclaim yourself a witch, let me cover more witchly focuses, two of which you may well be able to work with even at your power level.

Chapter 4.1: Witching Hour

Witches have a longer history than salem and trials. Not that a single witch was victim to such trials, at least not in salem, and rarer still with expectation of them actually being one. As was said, a witch worth her salt would surely have survived all such tortures, if she was expecting them. Key word: if. But proper witches are never not wise, and wisdom dictates to not stay among a populous executing so-called witches, no matter how unlikely witches being victimized in such a way would actually be. You see, magic requires a degree of intellectual pursuit for those less monster than man. More likely than hooked noses and warts, you would instead see those who time forgets, ever beautiful and vibrant. Witches are more often akin to overbearing grandmother dispensing cookies than the expected old crone that would rather a taste of Hansel and Gretel.

Which isn't to say that hooked noses and warts aren't a thing that witches can suffer from. Warts are, however, easily treated, what with witches being skilled alchemists. Likewise, a hooked nose is easily bent into a more preferable shape less akin to a lumpy, bumpy banana, as many witches seek transformative magics so as to never worry of death.

Now, brooms are simple enough to make; even you could, with a proper teacher capable in the subject. There are many ways to get a broom in the air, but that is no ideology. Instead, those are aforementioned methodologies, though not quite as you saw them used. For instance, one way you could attempt to use for such a feat would be runic magic, though such things are often derived from other sorts, such as inscribing blood into them. Which, I will say, would be a... largely safe practice. A saguinomancer, however, may break into a lengthy monologue berating you for your foolishness, all while cackling madly and claiming you a fool.

But that's getting off topic, not to mention into rant territory. That said, next on the list is alchemy. Modern alchemy is watered down and used by ordinary humans. Chemistry may lack the vital magics that make alchemy what it is, but if you become a chemist, an alchemist is but a chemist with a liberal application of magic and the correct materials for the job.

Last on the list of traditional witches, you have hexes and curses. These things are certainly similar in ways, but going over that difference would be a lesson unto itself. However, to put it simply, curses are fueled by emotion, and hexes are more methodical. Spite, rage and vitriol are the things to popularize curses, and hexes are more clear and deliberate in their focus. One can be cursed to death, but hexes will not do so quite so easily. Curses typically have their fair share of permanency, though are usually poorly thought out. After all, who would ever kiss a frog?

Hexes have none of that stupidity to them. One could say that the difference is that there is no emotion in the pot to spoil the spell, even. Curses being twisted by the emotional baggage of the caster, whereas hexes are spun by the wicked intents.


Patches cleared her throat, and I found that she was tapping her wrist when I looked to her. "It is time we go." One. "Do not bother saving your place; it will not matter."

Gave her a nod, letting the book close with that clappy-slapping of paper only a hardback can pull off. "Sure thing, Patches." That said, I kicked my feet up off of the wastefully made table, and took to standing. "Although, how're we gonna get back up?"

"We fly."

"...Fly?"

"Fly."

Gave her an odd look, as she'd earned her paycheck with that one. "I don't know how to fly."

"I wasn't intending personal flight." Two. "Just be patient." With that, she stood and took out some chalk. She drew a circle around the edges of the bubble, then weird geometric squiggles that probably had meaning beyond looking pretty. Giving her handiwork a once over, she put away the chalk, and began chanting like before. Her words were, well... words. Loud, echoing words, as if she were commanding a cave to do her bidding. And, as the lengthy gibberish spewed from her mouth, the ground below us shook, the weird art carving into the ground as if the chalk was suddenly turned into acid.

Or, at least, I thought it was carving into the ground. It took me all of two seconds to notice that the ground outside of the inner circle of runes(?) was rapidly growing distant. It wasn't until we left the water that I realized we were going goddamn fast to boot, as we were already at the edge of the cliff when it dawned on me.

Shrugging, I said, "Guess this is my stop, huh?"

Letting out a ghost of a chuckle, Patches confirmed, "Quite." Taking a three in preparation, she continued, "I will see you on Friday morning. Otherwise, if you have need, you may find me at... room 307 of... of the dorms." Four, five, six.

"Y'know, as I keep tellin' you, ya really don't gotta be all wordy. If ya gotta breathe, just take the damned breath."

Shaking her head, before taking another seven and eight, she stated, "Koa needs them far more than I."

It took a few moments of her looking at me with a face that looked almost at home above Ko's schnoz, but when I finally got the joke, I couldn't not laugh at that. "Good one, Patches."

While Ko just rolled her eyes, Patches smiled, motioning me to go. Returning it with the interest that is a nod, I headed on, though took the time to peek at the side of our stony steed. Turned out it was a column that looked to be sticking out of the water, maybe even connected to that circle at the bottom still. That bout of curiosity sated, I considered my options, or the lack thereof. I could head straight to class, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I'd see turtle butt back at the dorm, and knew she was gonna be wringing her hands and fretting. 'Cause, seriously, why wouldn't she? The squishy human just went off with a bitch and a witch, which tends to be a good reason to worry, no matter if you're a butt sucker or what.

Heading for the dorms, I glanced to the clocktower, finding a thankful amount of early. Had plenty of time to work with, so I could take a shower and all that. Sure, I'm not what I'd call a germaphobe, but when it comes to smelling edible or not, I'd rather smell like shampoo. 'Cause, seriously, I just know someone other than my friend wants to take a chunk out of my ass.

Passing by a familiar face, I said, "Yo, Suika."

"Yo, whatever your name was~" ...Never seen someone so cheerfully say something like that.

"Marisa. Name's Marisa."

"Ohh, right!" She rubbed the back of her head, clearly a little embarrassed. "Yo, Marisa~" She gave a lazy wave, obviously wanting to keep to a waving budget.

Couldn't help but chuckle after that short bout of interaction, but kept heading for our room regardless. We were kinda in one of the first rooms, so it was hardly difficult to find, and only took so long because of all the distractions.

Testing the knob, and finding it unlocked, I peeked in.

And then the door was flung open, and I was tackled into the hall to a chorus of cries from the other girls. "You're okay!" Had a faceful of turtle butt. ...Well, the face-end, not that butt straight out of legend.

"Well, yeah."

"And not dead!"

"...Well, yeah?" Seriously, why the distinction?

Gave a yelp when she dragged me back into the room, as her being strong was more than a little surprising, given past experience. "Okay, now that you're done with that, you're explaining to me whatever the heck you're up to."

Gave a shrug, as she deserved that and more. "Well, I was kinda looked at all pretty-like by a succubus, had to kick sense into her via the ass, and was saved by some sorta elementalist mage type? After that, she was all like 'be there or be square,' and as I ain't no square, I was there. She was gonna gimme magic lessons, but it turned out that was too much effort for her weary bones, so she gave me this here sarcastic spell book." Helpfully waved the thing, before continuing, "And then I sat at the bottom of the ocean for a while reading up on witches and how sexy demons apparently are, not that this is news to me, even if it 'is' Ko."

She nodded along all the while, though grew increasingly blatant in her confusion along the way. "Wait, wait. Back up. What was that about the ocean?"

"Y'know that red water all around the island?" At least, I think it's an island. Not exactly checked, after all.

"...Yeah." She had that 'I'm not gonna like where this is going' look on her face.

"Well, Patches dropped me off the cliff."

"The hell?"

"'Course, I had to think fast to avoid the rocks below."

"The hell??"

"So I made like a swan and dove."

"...Into jagged rocks?!"

"Nah. Turned out Patches' bitch had better aim than that."

"Ohh."

"Still, doing the only reasonable thing, I swam down."

"Why??"

"Well, 'cause I saw someone down there."

"And what gave you the idea that it seemed like a good idea to say hi? What if it was a kappa or a mermaid or something?"

"Mermaid?"

"Yeah, they suck life out of people, aging them in an instant."

Shuddered a bit at the thought of my roguish good looks going to someone only good at sucking. "Well, wasn't either. Turned out to be Patches again."

"Wait, wasn't she at the top?"

"Pretty sure, yeah."

"And she beat you there?"

"Sure did."

She let out a long sigh, before asking, "And you just... swam to her and, what? She put a bubble on your head and hoped for the best?"

Shook my head. "Nah, I could breathe just fine before she mentioned I could breathe."

She blinked a few times, before asking, "You breathed water?"

"Yeah."

"...Safely."

"Think so, yeah."

"...Good job, Marisa." She went from playing 20Q to a happy smile in an instant. And then she hugged me again, though far less painfully, if only by comparison to tackling the shit out of me.

Got me a little red in the ears, too. "Hey, now... Didn't I already say I'm a witch?"

"A shit witch."

"Nah, that's a crappy sandwich."

Rolling her eyes, she just said, "Stop ruining the moment."

Got me laughing. "Yes'm." Had to pile on the sarcasm as best I could just to be sure she didn't think that serious.

"Still, good job, Marisa." That big smile returned to her face. "Most humans don't have the balls to try."

Gave a shrug, retorting, "Most humans ain't as cool as your truly, now are they?"

She started giggling. "I guess they aren't, are they? Still, glad you can at least do that much. You're going to get me all misty eyed if you do much more."

Was now my turn to roll my eyes. "Ohh, shut up. You know book learning ain't my style."

Was her turn again. "Yeah, well, you can't just punch all your problems away."

"I mean, it's worked surprisingly well so far."

"It won't work forever. Even less if you give the wrong guy a nut shot."

"Like Unzan?"

"Like Unzan." Damn NYUDOU.

Chuckling, I said, "Anyways, you gonna keep busting my ribs, or you gonna let me go and shower? 'Cause I'd say I have all day for some turtle huggin', but I kinda don't?"

Sighing, she let me go. "Sorry. Was just glad you were okay is all."

"It's fine, it's fine. Just don't forget that I like my ribs in one piece and we're cool."

Got me a roll of the eyes. "I wonder why?"

Gave her a shrug, answering, "One of the great mysteries, ain't it? Anywho, I'mma go take a shower while I have the time.

"Yeah, yeah... just don't go getting distracted by dunking your head in the tub."

"Honestly, that sounds more like a you thing."

"Sh-shut up." Got a huff for my troubles. "Just get going, you." Heh. Still adorable when she gets all red in the face.

Headed off in good spirits, chuckling the whole way, no matter how short it was. 'Course, I guess I should probably change out what bandages I've got, huh? Had to rummage around a bit, but eventually found what I was looking for, and set about the gruesome task of looking at myself in the mirror.

Yup. Still flat as a pancake.

Ohh, and I had some scabs and bruises spread out here and there. Still, plenty of them looked like they'd be just fine not being bound like some sorta mummy, so I only redressed the ones that needed it, and only after bathing. Kiiinda would defeat the point, doing it now.

Although, it did make me realize that covering scabs might be a good idea, what with the whole vampire friend and all.

...Ehh. Flan seems harmless enough. Won't say anything even if she did find out, right? 'Sides, not like she'd bite me, and even if she would, what are the odds that just one bite would be all it'd take? Obviously there's gotta be more to it than that, after all.

Then again, she's my friend now. Could just, y'know, ask for the deets and hope she doesn't go all birds and bees on me.

That in mind, I got dressed again and grabbed up my stuff. No homework yet, thankfully, but I was left with a couple options, and my belly was rumbling for a particular one.

— - — - —

[ ] Go grab some breakfast. Gonna have to chow down, so probably won't be late if I don't go pussyfooting around more witchy things.
[ ] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?
[ ] Write-in.
>> No. 66331
[x] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?

Not doing witchy things is hardly an incentive. Besides, this cook isn't five inches tall and doesn't use a hose so I'm not interested.
>> No. 66332
[x] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?
>> No. 66333
[x] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?

I wanna buck the trend, but I just can't say no to Flan.
>> No. 66334
[X] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?

Hexes and curses arent what I had in mind for alternatives, but if it's said in The Book of Exposition it should be relevant later. Hopefully not in the painful sense.
>> No. 66335
[X] Go grab some breakfast. Gonna have to chow down, so probably won't be late if I don't go pussyfooting around more witchy things.

I shall piss 'pon the tides.
>> No. 66336
[x] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?
>> No. 66346
[X] Go grab some breakfast. Gonna have to chow down, so probably won't be late if I don't go pussyfooting around more witchy things.

We are not upsetting that poor lunch lady. Also a growingwitch needs her food.
>> No. 66384
Last call for votes, but work will begin in a couple days or so. However, it should come out far, far, far sooner than the previous one. I kiiinda got sick like... twice during the production of that one.

Kinda sucked.

And, due to that delay, I want to put a little bow on CQ's epilogues first. Not many of the things left, and I'll be working on a proper ending after this story gets its update.
>> No. 66393
"Small" delay. A delay twice that which I proclaimed, and some snags coming up for this update.

I have a weekly appointment, a monthly appointment and a quarterly appointment.

The stars kinda aligned to say screw you, meaning a punch in my schedule's teeth. On the plus side, the next chance is 3 months off!

On the less plus side, the quarterly appointment was apparently next week and they told me it was this week.

Needless to say I'm not happy, but at least it's only two appointments next week and then it's back to weekly purgatory.
>> No. 66394
[x] Head to homeroom. Extra time with Flan's never a bad thing, right?

Call me when the cook is knee high and serves with a hose.
>> No. 66395
>>66393

Hey, past me! 3 months, huh? Guess you didn't count on the monthly one getting screwed up as well, and to an even more impressive degree! And end up rescheduled! For next week!

Excuse me while I beat my face against the wall, those that aren't past me. Past me is not excused, however. Past me must now endure it alongside me.
>> No. 66396
>>66395
Future You is also gonna have to endure it.
>> No. 66399
>>66396

Future me is an ass, though, so that's fine.
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