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Daily updates, lots of youthful energy. Please participate enthusiastically, it's much appreciated!

I'll restate what was said at the top of the last thread. I enjoy comments in general as they help keep me fueled for the quick pace of things. Will almost definitely not count votes if there's nothing else in the post. Even something simple or silly will do, as would a reply to someone else's comment. Do as much or as little as you can and want. The idea is to encourage engagement instead of just going through the motions. The story is also affected by what you say in your posts (I read everything!), not just by what you vote. I'll incorporate ideas and sentiments if they're appropriate—especially if it's something that has come up a lot. Even if your vote doesn't win, I can include things from posts that voted otherwise if they make sense to have there.

I’ll be forthright and state that while I'll usually write things based on how many votes are cast for an option, I may I may pick another choice or decide on an alternative outcome based on or synthesized from what readers have said. If that veto is used, the purpose is to enact what I judge to be the closest to the intentions, thoughts, or feelings of the readers. Not to mention that, in case of a tie, I may go with whatever reasoning in the comments that seems the most fun. So don’t be shy and say whatever comes to mind! Feel free to reply to your peers. Your participation is more important than the simple act of voting as it gives me and your peers a better understanding of where we're going.

Not entirely democratic, I know, but the main objective is to have fun and make the story work best as it can. Yeah, very fair to criticize that, but I plead for a little trust from the readers. If anything doesn't seem right or if there's anything else you want to say, feel free to bring it up and I'll do my best to listen and reflect or explain as appropriate.

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Kudamaki perked up again as I engaged, belying the earlier show of being hurt by my questions. She stood up straight, puffing up her chest as an ambiguous, eye-catching smile, unfolded across her lips. Lit by shifting moonlight, a few shadows came and passed over her youthful face. I looked beyond her to the cabins and to the lodge and found their exterior lights and bulbs to be too dazzling by contrast. The actual space between us seemed amorphous and full of possibility. Whatever may have been said and done would have its secrecy sanctified by the arbitrary moon above.

“Mr. Vice President, you’re putting me on the spot!” she protested sweetly, rocking her linked arms backwards and forwards behind her back. The giggle that followed felt compulsive but deliberate, cloying but just a little too high-pitched. She looked at my face shyly, only daring to look into my eyes every now and again, immediately darting her gaze away as if she received a small shock every time.

“It’s not a difficult question,” I said, finding her display a little too immaculate to buy into.

“Oh, um, well, sorry, I’m didn’t think I’d get this nervous around you. Hah~”

“….”

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m trying my best!” she pouted, once again puffing up her lips.

“I’ll look away if you like,” I said, making a show of staring up at the sky instead. There were stars as far as I could see. I hadn’t appreciated just how different the night sky could be out in the middle of the mountains. The milky way was clearer than I had ever seen it before.

“Oh, you’re so cruel~!” I heard Kudomaki complain in a sing-song way even as she followed it by a small atonal giggle. “Fine, fine, I’ll get to it. Please just pay your dear fan some attention.”

I returned my gaze down to the earth. She had moved closer, narrowing the distance between us to just two or so dozen centimeters. She looked up at me kittenishly, as I once again smelled peppermint, and it almost seemed like she expected a pat on the head or a kiss on the forehead. To someone observing from a distance it may have looked like we were two lovers saying sweet nothings to one another, with a cloak of shadows protecting our privacy.

“Mr. Vice President,” she started with a whisper, daring me to crane my head downwards to hear her better. When I remained as I was she didn’t change her approach and continued to share her breathy conspiracy in the same fashion, “I can be your eyes and ears for all sorts of things. Or messenger if need be. Make sure things go smoothly and according to your plan. I get along with nearly anyone and I don’t draw attention to myself unless I want to. You didn’t even notice me following you and the class rep from III-A, right?”

“No, I didn’t see you,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t spying on you after you made it to the clearing. I respect your privacy. I’m discreet and also really, really good at keeping secrets,” with that last emphasis she giggled again, then stuck our her tongue and winked. She lingered like that for a moment longer than needed, as if inviting a reaction from me. If I had wanted to I could have interrupted the puckish act by grabbing her tongue between my fingers.

“And why would I want you to keep my secrets or spy on other people?”

“I can’t take it when you’re mean to me!” Kudomaki whimpered, shrinking down and almost coming to rest her head on my chest. I could feel a warmth radiating from her, something that could be held and possessed by something as simple as touch. Where her silhouette ended and mine began was difficult to judge from that close distance. Kudomaki began to speak again, even softer, almost in an unintelligent mumble, “As vice president, don’t you have to solve all sorts of problems? Helping you out to make sure that everything goes smoothly … is that really that bad? Am I … you think ...?”

“I do have all sorts of things I have to do,” I said, not committing to anything but trying to make sense of what it was what she wanted from me. It was true that she had managed to keep a low enough profile for me not to notice her until now; I hadn’t really looked around to see if I was being followed but neither had anyone been obviously been in sight. There was something to the argument that she could be useful. I sighed. She still hadn’t explained something very important. I asked, “Why would you want to do any of this for me? What are you getting in return?”

“Oh, Mr. Vice President!” she squeaked as if hurt, pushing away from me with a light and measured shove to my chest. Her eyes were wide, burnished by the the scheming moon and its reflected light, and her lower lip quivered to the extent that she bit it slightly in order to hold in place. It looked like she was at a limit and was set to run away if further pushed. “Isn’t it a little shameful for you to make a girl say that she likes you? There! I said it. Happy?!” so Kudamaki huffed, balling her fists up and jerking them towards the ground, punctuating her outburst.

[] Accept her “explanation” for the time being. Move on to more practical matters.
[] Press her for a better answer. Even if it’s “cruel” or “mean”.

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Hell yeah, thread two. Congrats on getting here. Hopefully, we can breeze through another one and then some.

As to the tube-fox, very cute but also a pain in the ass. Honestly, how Arc doesn't immediately enact bullying correction, I don't know. Although, I guess that would be giving her the attention she so clearly craves. Such a vexing vixen.

Still, difficult as it is to tame foxes, perhaps it can be done; perhaps Arc can make a convenient pet out of this damned cheeky kouhai. Even he admits that he can see some utility in her wickedness, after all.

[x] Accept her “explanation” for the time being. Move on to more practical matters.
Arc has observed that she's likely to bolt if pushed, and I don't think that will end well, given that she's demonstrated her willingness to stalk him to unclear ends. Those fangs of hers seem poised to bite, and she'll have to be handled carefully given that fact. In warding off potential fox-bites, he might need to direct her at other potential playthings. Other times, he might have to reluctantly lavish her with attention to keep her in good spirits. It's a pain but probably less painful than the potential backbiting.

She just needs to be kept away from Aya. Far, far away.

>If I had wanted to I could have interrupted the puckish act by grabbing her tongue between my fingers.
Damn bratty fox...

>She stood up straight, puffing up her chest as an ambiguous, eye-catching smile, unfolded across her lips. Lit by shifting moonlight, a few shadows came and passed over her youthful face. I looked beyond her to the cabins and to the lodge and found their exterior lights and bulbs to be too dazzling by contrast. The actual space between us seemed amorphous and full of possibility. Whatever may have been said and done would have its secrecy sanctified by the arbitrary moon above.
>I could feel a warmth radiating from her, something that could be held and possessed by something as simple as touch. Where her silhouette ended and mine began was difficult to judge from that close distance.
>Her eyes were wide, burnished by the the [sic] scheming moon and its reflected light
Don't mind me. Just pointing out bits of prose I liked. Good stuff as always.

>The giggle that followed felt compulsive but deliberate, cloying but just a little too high-pitched.
>I heard Kudomaki complain in a sing-song way even as she followed it by a small atonal giggle.
A fox with an irritating, tone-deaf voice? Say it ain't so.

Come to think of it, if she was following Arc around earlier, maybe that nasally laugh was her?

...oh god, Arc needs to get to Orin and do some damage control, doesn't he? No telling what the fox might have whispered to the dumb cat.

Incidentally, going back to >>70338, Tsukasa's appearance reminded me of the possibility that Suika's been talking to a certain cave elf. If that's the case — though we know absolutely nothing of her portrayal here — is it possible that a bit of jealousy's been stirred up in Arc's girl-bro? Maybe she's gone and talked about things between them, and maybe the green-eyed girly has seen through matters and prodded a bit at her insecurities. A potentially frightening prospect if so.

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The Moon is the real MVP in this sequence. Kouhais are temporary; the light of Lord Tsukuyomi is eternal. And speaking of the starry Bridge of High Heaven, in the midst of the wild mountains... Doesn't it make you think the moment calls for, rather than a mere foxy proxy, the fox's wielder instead? But, well, who knows whether she's involved in this at all...

[x] Press her for a better answer. Even if it’s “cruel” or “mean”.

This is an answer I feel directly from my stomach. The slight buzz from drinking; the fall of night; the scepticism and the sighs—they don't add up to a state of mind where one feels like allowing oneself to be daunted by ambiguous "limits", or of suddenly pivoting towards practical discussions. Arc's been consistently leaning on her this whole conversation—not hard, mind, but a consistent pressure nonetheless—and it feels like one last push is needed, even if he ultimately means to ease off, redirect the conversation, whatever, instead of necessarily following through. Precisely because a finely focused intention at the inflection point is what allows you to keep your momentum in one piece, and not scatter or fumble unfocusedly, when you're not really in a very "high-tempo" state.

And after all it's Tsukasa who approached and closed the distance in the first place. She can pretend to feel cornered all she likes, but if you set the surface content of the words aside and just feel the wordless momentums involved, she's still the one pushing ten different ways against Arc's very mild return pressure. If she's really managed to manoeuvre herself up against her own limits in doing so... then this will be a valuable learning experience.


>>70416
You know, mentioning it slipped my mind in the last thread, but I don't think those "green eyes" she was talking about belonged to a cave elf at all. Rather, isn't there someone you're... forgetting about?

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Damn ratchet tube-fox! I call upon the power of Izuna Gongen to tame thy ply, shapely ass! I SHALL MOUNT THEE

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>>70419
>fox-wielder
Given all else, she's probably neither a student nor involved in Arc's school whatsoever. Hell, Tsukasa might not really be a student, though to what end is hard to guess at.

>update
It may be that Tsukasa isn't truly going at Arc, but it does feel a little like a game of chicken. She's played coy about what she saw whilst following Arc around, which feels like a vague threat to make up inconvenient truths, something I'm sure Arc has probably picked up on. Buzzed and emotional or no, Arc isn't incapable of pivoting. Given his less than thrilled reaction to Tsukasa's appearance, I imagine it was quite sobering, anyway.

>green eyes
I guess that's a possibility I'd forgotten. Then again, it was pretty ambiguous; Suika's description was vague enough for Arc to remark upon. Even if it would make sense, there's no telling what a certain whale is doing in this setting.

Besides, I like the idea of certain elvish figures inhabiting 'underground' bars. It feels like the sort of shenanigans Suika would get up to.

>>70420
If Arc's not careful the matter of whose ass will be mounted may not be so simple...

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[x] Press her for a better answer. Even if it’s “cruel” or “mean”.
The fox will not survive out inquiries.

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>>70421
>Given all else, she's probably neither a student nor involved in Arc's school whatsoever.
Insufficiency of Youth...

You know, despite my framing it in my post in terms of momentums, I don't feel that there's too much of a head-to-head contest going on here. It feels more like there's a mismatch in scope of expectations between the two, where Tsukasa clearly has some template for how the interaction ought to go, but Arc is still in a position where he feels, maybe, "I don't really know you, and you don't really know me". So, sure, he could pick up on her implying implications, recognise it as a source of potential trouble, and pivot away from it, but I think it's just as plausible for him to, say, pick up on an utterance like
>I get along with nearly anyone and I don’t draw attention to myself unless I want to
and become interested in why she might feel the need to present so hard as being agreeable. It's like, rather than a game of chicken being played on a pre-painted road, the lines in the asphalt haven't really been drawn yet and there are many axes along which this interaction could be analysed in retrospect.

Some of the internal monologue points to that, too, I think, like
>The actual space between us seemed amorphous and full of possibility.
>If I had wanted to I could have interrupted the puckish act by grabbing her tongue between my fingers.
It makes me feel like... his vision, perception, imagination, whatever aren't really sufficiently "primed" for just going along to get along. What kind of axes would result from that it isn't very clear, and it'd be more draining overall to be put on the back foot, and have to keep his suspicious constantly engaged, than to take an active hand right now in shaping those axes and developing an intuitive feel for them by contact.

Again, this is all gut feeling that I'm trying to draw out, so I guess this all is more speculation than reasoning per se. Hashtag #interpretation hashtag #mythoughts.

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This all seems really suspicious, but I think that Tsukasa might be more of a hassle to deal with when pushed too far.

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As much as I like to banter, we need to be straight with her first. There are still a lot of unknowns here and any hidden agendas might screw us over later. I feel like having someone dubious as our "messenger" isn't a good idea unless we're sure we can trust her.

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>>70423
I guess, but Arc notices
>It looked like she was at a limit and was set to run away if further pushed.
which feels like the sort of thing that would put him on alert. Sure, it's more of a meta-hint, but I think he might at least have it in the back of his head that letting the fox just disengage would end up being a pain somehow.

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[x] Accept her “explanation” for the time being. Move on to more practical matters.
it's stupid to push too hard for no real gain

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>>70416
Was going to write something stupider when voting. But then I was distracted by the thought of fangs and biting.

[] Accept her “explanation” for the time being. Move on to more practical matters.
She's just going to keep avoiding the truth anyways

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Kudamaki looked at me with an inquisitive look, stretching herself upwards by standing on the tip of her toes with the superior flexibility of a ballerina. She once again clasped her hands behind her back, stretching downwards, swinging and rocking her body towards me as if deciding whether or not to swing the whole of herself at me. There was no way she was at a loss for words and it seemed to me like she was recalibrating things in that brief instant while keeping my attention on her for as long as possible.

“Oh, Mr. Vice President, really!” she squeaked as if irrepressibly delighted. Another small laugh followed and her lips curled in knowing fashion.”I know that we all have our preferences, but re-a-lly! More shamelessness from you! I had heard that you liked teasing girls but this is really, really, really all too much! Bullying a cute fan of yours by being so cold and cruel is really a despicable sort of thing! Saying that you don’t believe me while crossing your arms like that? Saying all manner of things but not saying no outright either?

“What is poor ol’ Tsukasa supposed to make of all of that?” the lithe girl smirked to herself and, without missing a beat, twirled around in a complete circle. The large overshirt she wore fluttered around her as it smoothly followed her movement with a delay; it made an almost-inaudible rustle as it absorbed deceitful moonlight in earnest, shimmering in an otherworldly—and entrancing—fashion. “Ah, hah, hah~” she panted and laughed as if drunk. Kudamaki stretched up her arms, spreading them up towards the moon and the night sky. Giving off a subtle bow, she lowered her arms and then placed a hand over her chest. Her voice bubbled forth, “Ba-dump, ba-dump. Whenever this poor little heart of mine beats, it stings. But that doesn’t feel altogether too bad. Maybe this explains why some of the others that I’ve spoken to about Mr. Vice President can’t bring to hate him despite the strong words they used.”

“You said you wanted to help. What did you actually have in mind? I don’t really want to spy on other people for silly reasons nor do I particularly need an assistant,” I said dryly. I had meant to add a small joke about the student council receiving no compensation and there not being anything in the budget for personal assistants but I felt that she’d just giggle no matter how lame the line was.

“Oh!” Kudamaki suddenly leapt at me with unflappable confidence. She hooked into my left arm, linking herself and swinging around to stand side by side. Treating the whole act like it was some sort of elaborate joke, she rested her head on my shoulder. I thought she would play it up even further, nuzzling my tensed arm. She didn’t and instead whispered, once again inviting me to tilt my head towards her, “I knew you’d recognize that I can be useful. Let’s take a little walk. It’s such a nice evening and this sort of thing is better if we’re completely out of sight from the others.”

I watched her from the corner of my eyes as we walked to nowhere in particular and away from anyone who might be tempted to intrude upon the few shades still haunting the lakeside. Kudamaki clung close—a buoyant presence who seemed to feast on the proximity to me. Though it was folly, I wondered what the world looked like through her eyes; they seemed to glow with a blinding glare whenever they caught beams of moonlight; the transcendent delight directed at me made me feel overexposed, a grey ghost who could not hope to hide even the blackest of secrets. My senseless impressions made me feel uneasy and the fresh air did little to make my head stop from swimming.

I stopped and shrugged her off, noticing for the first time that we were truly alone—the lodge and its welcoming brightness was just a smattering of light an indeterminate distance away. The evening was quiet. A few nocturnal birds warbled here and there and some sort of insects chirped from time to time. The silence seem to press down unceasingly from the bloated moon above. I took a deep breath and then tousled my own hair by sweeping a pair of fingers backwards.

“Here we are. Alone,” I said, feeling Kudamaki’s presence next to me. “I don’t feel like walking anymore. What do you have to offer?”

“Dry, sounding a little bored—” she observed and I felt her move behind my back to my other side. “You’re pretty impulsive and unpredictable, don’t you know, Mr. Vice President? Most of the other guys around would be happy to be all alone with a cute fan.”

“Enough. You’re not really here to flirt with me.”

“Weh-ellll, can’t it be more than one thing?” she asked. There was no laugh, no pause and transition. “I know you’re smart. No one manages to keep you pinned down for long. That’s pretty impressive. I mean it when I say I’m a fan. And, yes, I also do mean it when I say I’m cute. I’m adorable, in fact. It works to my advantage most of the time.”

“Lots of idiots kept on a short leash?”

“… What kind of girl do you take me for?” she asked, laughing in a subdued, less automatic manner, “well, I don’t think that my words will change what you think about that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“It really does hurt me that you don’t believe me. But that’s something we can work on, Mr. Vice President. I know that results speak louder than words. That’s why it’s been frustrating for you to fail to get results when trying really hard in the past. Just talking to people, I found out all sorts of things about you. Don’t get me wrong—” Kudamaki interrupted herself to stand in front me. There was a small splash as she stepped into the edge of the lake—she didn’t seem to mind. I looked at her and saw that she still sported a smile but it was less playful, more adult, and broadcast an eagerness-to-please. Her voice smooth and steady, she continued, “—It’s not the kind of things that would matter even if they were widely known. They wouldn’t ruin your reputation nor would they change the opinions of those you truly care about. From a certain perspective, you really are shameless! … Again, you may not believe me, I do like you a lot. That’s why I want to prove it to you through action. That’s the only thing that will convince you, I’m sure.”

“And this is where I ask you anything that I’d like?”

“Yep!” she nodded, “I’ll do my best to make it happen. If I’ve read you right, I think I know what it is already.”

There was something I desired, something which she solemnly pledged to manifest under the moon’s impermanent light.

[] The familiar eyes from next door; they had been clear and bright during the last sunset we spent together but had turned cold and distant since. I missed the joy found in the everyday exchanges.
[] The ease and comfort of a carefree life; no yoke, no driver; no student council, no Big Sis. True freedom, even if it meant being ignored, judged, and exiled to the periphery.
[] The heavenly feeling of her silk stockings that condemned me to pleasingly suffocating sin. A cup of coffee and an adult understand was all I needed.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2025/10/22 (Wed) 17:00

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[X] The heavenly feeling of her silk stockings that condemned me to pleasingly suffocating sin. A cup of coffee and an adult understand was all I needed.
Fox sex with the sex fox. Sox.

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>>70430
It's a joke choice (and a reference to another character in ToY). It's crossed out for a reason so, sorry, gonna have to pick something else.

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[x] The heavenly feeling of her silk stockings that condemned me to pleasingly suffocating sin. A cup of coffee and an adult understanding was all I needed.
You're tempting me and I'll do nothing to resist.

...is what I would say, but I know it's all just a vain fantasy. Alas. It truly pains me in a deep and ceaseless way.

It's the sort of thing that makes me want to go embrace Lake-san. Ah, Lake-san...

>filename
chu<3

>The large overshirt she wore fluttered around her as it smoothly followed her movement with a delay; it made an almost-inaudible rustle as it absorbed deceitful moonlight in earnest, shimmering in an otherworldly—and entrancing—fashion. “Ah, hah, hah~” she panted and laughed as if drunk. Kudamaki stretched up her arms, spreading them up towards the moon and the night sky. Giving off a subtle bow, she lowered her arms and then placed a hand over her chest.
>Kudamaki clung close—a buoyant presence who seemed to feast on the proximity to me. Though it was folly, I wondered what the world looked like through her eyes; they seemed to glow with a blinding glare whenever they caught beams of moonlight; the transcendent delight directed at me made me feel overexposed, a grey ghost who could not hope to hide even the blackest of secrets.
>I looked at her and saw that she still sported a smile but it was less playful, more adult, and broadcast an eagerness-to-please.
Silliness aside, I love this faeness you've given to Tsukasa. She really does feel like the sort of tricksy creature one would see in a setsuwa or other ghost story. There's almost a surrealness or dreamlike quality to this encounter, slightly different to that with Sanae. It makes me wonder if we'll ever see the fox in the daylight, or if she's strictly a creature of the night.

[x] The ease and comfort of a carefree life; no yoke, no driver; no student council, no Big Sis. True freedom, even if it meant being ignored, judged, and exiled to the periphery.
This is a tough vote; I won't even lie. I personally — as the reader — feel desperately that Arc ought to find it in himself to make amends with his childhood friend. He's found it hard to truly value her as she ought to be valued, and I think he'll harbour deep regrets about it.

Having said that, there's a couple of points to why I won't vote that way. One, it really should be through his own will and efforts that Arc makes up with Alice. Trying to pull some shenanigans to bring her around or make some perfect scenario to say his apologies isn't the right thing, in my view. He needs to go out of his way to be as sincere as he can be in his own clumsy way. Maybe it won't even succeed; that's life. The point is that he'll have made the effort himself. It's the adult thing.

Secondly, I do feel freedom is what Arc desires most — after silk stockings, of course. How would he have come to this point if that hadn't been an underlying drive of his? Just as the kouhai-fox surmises, he's one that can't be pinned down too long. I also think that, in spite of adulthood fast approaching, Arc isn't inclined to simply let youth fade away. He's the type who will, for good or ill, hold fast to it until it's no longer tenable.

And, well, I'll admit a more meta element as well. For one, I feel like it's the consistent choice, and inconsistency has been the biggest pain point in terms of outcomes for Arc. There's also the fact that I feel that this choice aligns with Suika, a figure that I think Arc should value far more than he's ever done over the course of things. It would be perhaps better for Arc to give up on his wilder ways, but he can't give up on his girl-bro.

>>70431
How cruel, sir. It's more devilish and devious than anything a fox could get up to. Teasing us like that.

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[X] The ease and comfort of a carefree life; no yoke, no driver; no student council, no Big Sis. True freedom, even if it meant being ignored, judged, and exiled to the periphery.

It seems she's wormed her way into Arc's crack after all. Time to strike a deal.

She's rather relentless, isn't she? Like dead air weakens her. Without an observer, would she even exist?

Anyway, extremely impressive prose. Don't know how you come up with it in the time you do! I suppose that a more mundane setting means less fiddling about with lore and more focus on the characters and actual writing. A lot of stuff nowadays goes all in on 'deep lore' which to me isn't interesting as focusing on the characters and the plot proper. Actually I kind of hate it because my conspiratorial mind says that its all just a marketing / popularity gathering strategy because its easier for average uninvolved people to talk about simple characters and theorybait lore. So its like they're not even bothering to make anything worthwhile because that would mean compromising the work's memetic potential... thats what I think, at least...

I also get the feeling that more freedom for Arc won't necessarily mean greater control in choices, but rather that Arc will take the opportunity to attempt more karmamudra.

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[X] The ease and comfort of a carefree life; no yoke, no driver; no student council, no Big Sis. True freedom, even if it meant being ignored, judged, and exiled to the periphery.

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>>70431
I refuse.

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>>70432
I thought it was obvious but not voting for a character makes it far, far less likely that they will show up. If they're never picked or are otherwise rebuffed, why should they appear in the future? There's a large cast and other characters who will be given a shot instead. If you want a character to be relevant, vote for them when the opportunity arises. This would be the second time people spurn the pertinent character and the supporting narration.

>>70433
Thanks. It's a matter of practice, reading a lot of books and knowing the sort of thing I want to write, making story notes ahead of time, and having a feel for the characters and the general flow of things. I think about what I want to accomplish with each update, think about the sorts of mood, images, characterization, or bits of plot I want to convey and try my best to do it in the rough word limit. Doing anything else would be too difficult for me to keep up the schedule.

I don't care for "lore" in stories; people confuse the auxiliary things in a story for the story itself; it is unreasonable to assume that anyone else will care as much about your take or setting and all those kinds of details you do. It's better to focus on doing something fun, interesting, or that wants to transmit something distinct to the reader instead. Reveal in drips, bits and pieces—if you must—but don't predicate enjoyment and understanding of a work upon stuff that isn't relevant to the storytelling process at large and its perception by other human beings who engage with it. But I'm a bitter old man who could rant about how "lore", stylistic supremacy, and obsessive fandom has made so much stuff (professional and amateur) unbearable all day long. This isn't really the place for that :V

>>70435
Shame ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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>>70438
I mean, sure; I just didn't see why Alice couldn't make an appearance in future in any case.

But if it has to be like that, then, fine, I'll change my vote. It's just hard to feel like I'm being consistent voting this way; I'd like Arc to make up with Alice, or at least make it back to some sort of neutral ground, but I also want to support Suika.

[x] The familiar eyes from next door; they had been clear and bright during the last sunset we spent together but had turned cold and distant since. I missed the joy found in the everyday exchanges.

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What does it mean to desire? Surely, if it means anything, it means to desire something; to have a focus to one's attentions and not just a vague horizon. And, likewise, what does it mean to have love for someone, if not seeing that person truly and deeply?

I can't really justify this through some in-character thought process, but it's what I'm going to vote for nonetheless. A self-centred assemblage like personal freedom from obligations, tube foxes, and the student council/Yuyuko doesn't really glimmer to me with the hope of a good outcome—it seems like classic fairy-story foolishness and the setup for a deserved downfall. And it might seem even more foolish to think that mixing "machination" with personal friendship and love should turn out any better, but I think that's maybe partially out of a kind of lack of faith in others and an ultimately self-centred need to be rewarded or punished on a supposedly "pure" basis—conditioned solely on one's own efforts and actions.

Which is far from a bad thing on a naïve level, but it's not as completely upstanding as it seems on the surface, either. In fact it's the hamartia of many a classic VN protagonist, as it gets in the way of their truly connecting with others by recognising their independent agency, and in turn their ability to withstand one's own honesty with one's desires without being irreparably hurt.

In other words, I'm not deciding based on an assessment of whether the tube fox can accomplish this or that personal end to some standard of personal satisfaction. I'm deciding to be honest with Arc's desires, and also putting my faith in Alice as an equal navigator of the situation and not just as an untouched personal prize.

[x] The familiar eyes from next door; they had been clear and bright during the last sunset we spent together but had turned cold and distant since. I missed the joy found in the everyday exchanges.

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>>70440
I don't know if I agree that it's necessarily Arc's desire, but
>lack of faith in others and an ultimately self-centred need to be rewarded or punished on a supposedly "pure" basis
>gets in the way of their truly connecting with others by recognising their independent agency
>Alice as an equal navigator of the situation and not just as an untouched personal prize
these sorts of statements cut to the bone for me, because I don't feel that secure in ever having really understood Arc and Alice's relationship on more than a superficial level. In all honesty, I can't say I know how Alice would receive Arc if he were to manoeuvre her into some position through contrivance, and I find that fact a little distressing. My instinct is to shy away from any such action, feeling the unknowns are too great to bear — at the cost of any upsides. It touches on sore nerves of not feeling secure in reading others and truly seeing them and their intentions; I suppose I don't know how to have faith in others.

That said, I think a desire can be as vague as 'freedom'. At the very least, it's true to my experience to not know what one wants in any specific way, merely in a broad, unfocused sense. I think it's possible Arc does want that sort of thing, but I, the reader, also don't want Alice to simply vanish from the story.

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>>70441
>I can't say I know how Alice would receive Arc if he were to manoeuvre her into some position through contrivance
For me, that can hardly be considered a sure outcome in the first place. What does Alice want; what is she thinking right now? Faith, for me, is faith that she has her own thoughts and maybe even plans about Arc and isn't just waiting to be approached; won't be trivially led into such a situation unawares just because we've "set" some schemer in motion. Faith that she has the power to redefine the scenario according to her own priorities. And faith that she's a creature who also desires of Arc in return, something specific to him alone, and isn't just a stony judge waiting to "receive" whatever "best version" of Arc he can somehow muster up from himself.

It's possible that that isn't really the case. Many relationships in fiction and reality fall easily short of this. It really isn't justified by estimation, for me, but by beauty and conviction in like... the irreducible fullness of everything, and the necessity of believing. That's what makes it faith, I guess.

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[x] The familiar eyes from next door; they had been clear and bright during the last sunset we spent together but had turned cold and distant since. I missed the joy found in the everyday exchanges.

While I do agree that Arc values freedom above most things, he's also been willing to go above and beyond for Marisa, Tenshi, etc. I'd say that it'd be wrong to not patch things up with Alice.

Tsukasa seems genuine enough (so far), let's see what she can offer to this. Arc may be immune to her charms, but he ain't going to be immune forever.

>If I’ve read you right, I think I know what it is already.
[x]Jump into the lake.
What about that, huh!? Did you see that coming!?

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[x] The familiar eyes from next door; they had been clear and bright during the last sunset we spent together but had turned cold and distant since. I missed the joy found in the everyday exchanges.
Arisu!!! Anyway, I really would like to see more Alice. Besides, letting Big Sis and Tsukasa meet up might cause major issues.

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>>70442
>Faith, for me, is faith that she has her own thoughts and maybe even plans about Arc and isn't just waiting to be approached; won't be trivially led into such a situation unawares just because we've "set" some schemer in motion. Faith that she has the power to redefine the scenario according to her own priorities.
...yeah, that kind of thing has totally failed to occur to me. In the context of a story like this, I guess my first instinct has been to reduce everyone to functions of choices, more or less the end-product of the voting function, as it were. It's just hard to conceive of something else, you know?

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>>70445
Well, I'm putting it in terms of faith in a character, but really it's a statement of faith in the author at base, and in the potential of the story. It's not every story where you get to engage in this kind of philosophical thinking after all.

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A breeze swept across the margins of the lake. I touched my arm and felt that my skin was cool. I wasn’t about to shiver but I supposed that I had been lost in thoughts for some time. Sitting on the ground, with the dark and inscrutable expanse of water before me, the only thing that really had much a shape was the equally-cold-looking moon above and the few scattered black clouds.

Kudamaki was gone. She had been gone for some time. Sensitive to my mood, she had listened to me attentively, smiled and nodded but—crucially—did not laugh. There had been a look of … contentment, if I had to really put my impression into words. Was it really that interesting to help me out? Did she actually like me like she said she did? Why? It wasn’t like we had ever spent any time together. I didn’t have friends nor was there anyone who interested me in the lower grades. After the scandal that roiled the student population involving those two popular girls I was more certain than ever that those younger than me were almost definitely nothing but trouble.

So, then, why had I confessed something very personal to Kudamaki? Sure, she was “cute”. Others definitely would find her attractive. She was, after all, a willowy and energetic girl who apparently knew what she wanted and didn’t worry about coming on too strongly. But that wasn’t really it. Nor was it the promise to fix things or help with some sort of breakthrough. I had been ground down and felt annoyingly sensitive. But that was just the immediate cause. I had been feeling off for some time, I realized, and it wasn’t the sprightly girl’s fault. In retrospect, I had some measure of that unease that when to Suika, Aya, Komeiji, and everyone else. It had been a day-long phenomenon.

There was something that had been nagging at me, had been keeping me from feeling wholly myself. Whatever it was, it leaked into my thoughts without my realizing it and so affected my judgment and decisions.

Sitting all alone, my thoughts had kept going back to Alice. Alice, with whom I had so many ups and downs. Alice, who was capable of laughing warmly, teasing playfully, being angry, acting dignified, and so much more over the course of a single day. Alice, often the first and often last person I saw in a day. Alice, the incisive girl who had said those truthful words that still stung when I recalled them. From anyone else, I would have shrugged it off. But she had said it with those clear and unwavering eyes of hers; there was no chance to deny their revelation.

It sucked to realize that I had changed. Normally, a cheeky line or thought about one of my classmates’ shapely legs, cute smile, or something like that would reinvigorate me and dispel my strange mood. Kudamaki had called me shameless and, in a sense, she had been right; I used to say some really shameless things when I was free from responsibilities. Back then, and even thereafter for a while, I could be bold and outrageous because I had faith that it would all work out. “You have a good heart,” Alice had said on one of those rare late-night occasions where we just had a conversation without any other pretense in play. It was a follow-up to my earnest comment that I did appreciate just how gracefully she put up with so much of my nonsense. At the time, her directness had almost made me blush and I played it off by changing the subject.

Never really cared about being an honor student, fitting in, or dancing to anyone else’s tune. So why was it important to me that she still think that I had a good heart? I didn’t have a satisfactory explanation. All of my best efforts continued to come up short. I could only produce an awkward coalescence of thoughts and feelings in the form of an imperfect maxim: I could always look to Alice to make sure I hadn’t lost my way.

Was that it?

I sighed and began to slowly walk back towards the lodge. Nothing definitive had come from all that effort. I felt physically better but it was embarrassing how I had gotten myself worked up. I didn’t really care what Kudamaki thought of me but I did nonetheless wonder if she really had me expected to bring up Alice. Part of me thought that she expected me to bring up Tenshi on account of the rumors. … Or, maybe, the specific thing didn’t matter at all and she just wanted an excuse to get on the good side of a student council member. Even so, that didn’t mean that she was lying when she said that she liked me. Or at least find me interesting. If that was true, it was flattering on one level but troublesome on another.

Once back at the lodge, I went by the kitchen to grab something to eat. Everyone had long since finished and the place had already been cleaned up. A covered tray had been left out in the dining room, however, with a small note that anyone was free to take some. I grabbed a plate and helped myself to a soggy serving of leftover noodles. They weren’t very good but they did hit the spot—with all of my stupid thinking and talking to people I hadn’t realized just how hungry I had been. Afterwards, I went to the second floor and washed my face.

It wasn’t particularly late and I still heard the voices of other students coming in from around the campsite. In the end, I had forgotten to secure a cabin to sleep in so I decided I’d just roll out my sleeping bag in the storage room when the time came. The privacy was a definite plus and, besides, I didn’t really want to room up with the other guys—they’d probably spend all night sharing gross stories about their supposed exploits with girls. If I complained they’d just use that as an excuse to deflect their insecurities and gang up against me. The respectability that came with being vice president counted for little late at night in a stuffy cabin; I’d just be Arc the outcast again.

I grabbed a flashlight and stuffed it in my pocket before heading back outside. To my surprise, a fire had been lit some ways from the cabins. I had seen when setting up the sports equipment that there was a small circular clearing with a depression but I hadn’t realized that it was a fire pit. I could see a lot of figures gathered around the fire and I heard drums, some sort of tinny wind instrument being played, and some faint singing. Occasionally, the others cheered and applauded.

[] Things are lively by the fire. Approach the crowd and socialize.
[] Check if all student council business has been concluded for the day.

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Late. Long day, got unexpectedly held up. Hope the time remaining to vote isn't too short.

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>Sensitive to my mood, she had listened to me attentively, smiled and nodded but—crucially—did not laugh. There had been a look of … contentment, if I had to really put my impression into words.
Interesting reaction. Is Tsukasa maybe less of a snake than she could be? There is at least the suggestion that she isn't simply acting in black-hearted self-interest. Maybe she does at least in part want to be helpful to others. That certainly makes her more complicated if so.

>the scandal that roiled the student population involving those two popular girls
For some reason, I thought this either had to do with Kaguya and Mokou or Sakuya and Remilia for a second, but that didn't make any sense, considering neither pair were underclassmen. Anyway, relatively deep cut for anyone who hasn't been around a while, at least on some level. Gets a chuckle from me... even if the thing it's taking the piss out of is/was far from funny.

>Alice, the incisive girl who had said those truthful words that still stung when I recalled them. From anyone else, I would have shrugged it off. But she had said it with those clear and unwavering eyes of hers; there was no chance to deny their revelation.
>It sucked to realize that I had changed.
>“You have a good heart,” Alice had said on one of those rare late-night occasions where we just had a conversation without any other pretense in play. It was a follow-up to my earnest comment that I did appreciate just how gracefully she put up with so much of my nonsense. At the time, her directness had almost made me blush and I played it off by changing the subject.
>I could always look to Alice to make sure I hadn’t lost my way.
Oof. This is pretty poignant. Feels to me like, whatever the actual cause, Alice more than likely told Arc the truth about himself, and it cut to the bone.

Then again, if Arc's changed, what of it? People do change, regardless of our desires. This is the time when youth fast comes to its conclusion and everything has to change. Is it really all about Arc changing? Could it also be that Alice has changed too? Is there some insecurity on her side because of it?

Not to say that it probably isn't Arc's fault, but I am left to wonder what's going on for Alice's part. There could be as much of an element of Alice disliking something about herself as with Arc, I think.

>a soggy serving of leftover noodles
Spaghett'? Udon? Soba? What's the dish? What's the dish, man?

>The privacy was a definite plus and, besides, I didn’t really want to room up with the other guys—they’d probably spend all night sharing gross stories about their supposed exploits with girls. If I complained they’d just use that as an excuse to deflect their insecurities and gang up against me. The respectability that came with being vice president counted for little late at night in a stuffy cabin; I’d just be Arc the outcast again.
Not going to lie, from the start, I was expecting pretty much all of that to happen. Either that, or he was going to end up sleeping outside.

...no, I don't suppose he'd be creeping into Suika's tent at this stage. Unless...

>I could see a lot of figures gathered around the fire and I heard drums, some sort of tinny wind instrument being played, and some faint singing.
The drums are enough of hint — if that's indeed a hint — but I'm less sure about the wind instrument. Is there someone I'm forgetting? Not to mention the singing could be anyone, really, if it's relevant. Maybe all of this is just a red herring?

I'm going to hold off on voting for the moment. I've run off ahead of myself on a couple of votes and ended up being a bit stupid about things, so I'd like to hear a few thoughts from others before making any hard decisions.

Part of me feels like Arc isn't entirely uninclined to the society of others after a brace with his troubled thoughts. He's obviously not going to just conk out for the night, even if it would probably be the right thing to do. I guess there's also a sort of element of not just being the stern functionary of a vice prez, getting out there and working the student body. Yeah, he doesn't care that much about the position, but he's in a place where perhaps that's what would take him out of his present state. Or perhaps it's more about living up fading youth. He's only got so much time to soak in things, and spending that precious time alone is sure to be regrettable.

Then again, I also think this is a good opportunity to spend time with Reimu. He probably ought to follow up after earlier rather than just leaving things as they lie. I personally value the relationship they have, however you want to characterise it, so there's that, too.

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Going with the crowd sounds fun. When else are you gonna be able to gather 'round a campfire with your peers while you're as young as you are? Imagine it. The heat it emits. Whiffs of warm and slightly alkaline smoke. The way firelight plays on smiling faces. And wouldn't you say its our duty as a council member to make sure this fire business doesn't get out of hand, right?

[X] Things are lively by the fire. Approach the crowd and socialize.

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>So why was it important to me that she still think that I had a good heart? I didn’t have a satisfactory explanation. All of my best efforts continued to come up short. I could only produce an awkward coalescence of thoughts and feelings in the form of an imperfect maxim: I could always look to Alice to make sure I hadn’t lost my way.

Hmm. There's a point of intuitive dissatisfaction I feel, trying to follow along with this line of thought. Like I can recognise abstractly how it might seem compelling; but I can't summon up the associated feelings at all. Instead it strikes me as having gone one step too far. A basilisk of a thought; one which shouldn't have been voiced; a seeping font of slow petrification.

Forget it. Your heart is your own. Kill the Alice inside of your mind.

[x] Things are lively by the fire. Approach the crowd and socialize.

The purpose of a fire is to attract a crowd. And the night is still young. And, heck—maybe some grilled squid is in the cards?

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[x] Check if all student council business has been concluded for the day.
I want to be consistent about being a dork that helps out Reimu. Other temptations don't matter.

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After thinking it over, I'm going to go with my gut on the very simple law of 'more vote === more character'. I don't really want to snub anyone, but I haven't hit upon any realisations about who would potentially be snubbed, so I will lean on whatever handy Reimu-oriented axis.

[x] Check if all student council business has been concluded for the day.

>>70450
What's the likelihood any of those faces will be smiling with Arc around? He's not exactly an outcast as such, but it doesn't feel like he's very welcome except in limited company. And if he leans into the vice prez role, well, probably even less so.

>>70451
Looking at this post, I do kind of get the feeling that it's sort of about Arc not really understanding Alice outside of the Alice in his mind. Maybe the fundamental clash is one of Arc not seeing Alice as she is, and this has prompted her to call out his self-centeredness. Barring flawed third-parties like Suika and Marisa, he has no real objective view of her. It feels as if basic assumptions could have always been flawed.

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Interesting thoughts from Arc. I've always thought that Arc has always been true to himself, always free-spirited and doing what he thinks is right. Maybe there was a misunderstanding with Alice or he somehow overstepped his boundaries with her? Either way, I do agree that he may be overthinking it without properly talking to Alice.

[x] Check if all student council business has been concluded for the day.

I feel that his current state of mind just miiight not be well-adjusted for crowds right now. Maybe going into vice prez mode will take our mind off things, perhaps with a little help from a certain miko.

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[x] Things are lively by the fire. Approach the crowd and socialize.

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I would like to see more Reimu, yeah. Besides, I'm a nerd who likes to be productive (sometimes).

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Sorry, won't be able to post at the usual-ish time because a bunch of unforeseen things have taken up my time and energies. I hope to be able to get around to it at some point within the next day but I'm not sure when exactly. Have a wholly unrelated image as partial compensation.

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Damn. Well, take it easy. I'll keep waiting warmly.

I really like your depiction of Tsukasa, by the way. It feels like something different to a more 'typical' approach of her just being a sort of malicious gremlin. I mean, she could just turn around and be a shit, but it sort of feels like maybe she's just a little bit earnest? Maybe... she really is kind of cute? How dangerous.

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Hope everything turns out good for you, big guy

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>>70458
What would she order at Satriale's?

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>>70461
Gabbagool, vinegar peppers, provolone.

Slightly more seriously, I think Yachie's not the type for any heavy fare. She strikes me as a soup kind of gal. Just simple soup. I don't know why I have that impression; it just resonates.

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You know, if Tsukasa really isn't just a sneaky snake of a fox... maybe she could be Arc's adorable little sister. She could settle for that, right? After all, she could get all the headpats and chin scratches she can stand. Maybe even a piggyback ride if she's lucky!

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>>70463
Wait, if Tsukasa becomes out little sister, does that make Arc Megumu?

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>>70464
Megumu would be his big sister.

That's definitely how that works.

Probably.

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>>70462
Shark fin? Bird's nest? Or something like clam chowdah or lobstah bisque?

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>>70468
Probably more like consommé, simple in character but easy to fuck up. If it was anything besides clear broth, maybe something bisque-ish, sure. Or maybe she'd like lettuce soup, dragon-turtle and all.

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>>70462
Maybe French onion?

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>>70470
...yeah, seems about right. Simple but rich, requiring a bit of care and craft to get the right kind of complexity without going overboard. Probably the sort of thing she can't just leave to the otters. They'd probably just stock the kitchen full of scallops, anyway.

Ah, I want to see more than a brief glimpse of ToYverse Yachie. Surely, she can't be too unreasonable, can she?

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Due to my deep commitment to the role of vice president, I knew everything I thought relevant about the role and kept track of all matters that I determined were important. In other words, I had no idea what, if any, council business there had been for the day since it really wasn’t was the sort of thing I cared to concern myself about. I got wrangled to do this or that but it wasn’t like there was a schedule or minutes that were kept of out meetings that planned out what we each were supposed to do. (There were, in fact, minutes taken and documents made but after a few weeks of showing up empty-handed and claiming that I kept leaving them in my other book bag, the exasperated secretary stopped bothering to give me anything. The system worked.)

I found myself in front of the room Big Sis had commandeered for lack of having a definitive idea of where the others where. I stood by, working through all the excuses I could think of not to knock on the door. A few eternities passed as a result. What really clinched it, however, was the strange and muffled noises that I heard coming coming from the other side of the door. The unsteady and fading noise almost sounded like something inherently secret, mournful like weeping. There was something melancholic to it even though it seemed to be mostly snuffed out by a blanked of silence. The mystery compelled. It wasn’t that I wanted to eavesdrop but since I was already standing around in a dimly-lit corridor staring at the room, I figured that it I might as well adapt to the circumstances.

Careful not to make any noise of my own, I pressed my ear against the door. … Music. Big Sis was playing music! It was something sappy and sentimental, a ballad about the springtime or love—the words I could make out were the stock sort of wistful language that would make a grandmother teary-eyed. What’s more, I could hear a voice singing along to the recording—her voice. I wondered what sort of expression she would be making as she sang. Her singing voice wasn’t bad but it was more subdued than her regular voice, almost quavering as she followed the female artist’s lead. There was a dryness to her timbre and as I focused on Big Sis’ voice I thought it thin, almost as if emitted by someone feverish.

It didn’t sound like she was exhausted but maybe more along the lines that she had given herself to the moment and all that that entailed. Maybe she was having a drink sat at the desk, enjoying nostalgia as well as anyone else could. It was a nice break from her thinking up new and cruel ways of making my life impossible, at least. I backed away from the door and then retreated from the corridor altogether.

When leaving the lodge again, I noted that the pier had been illuminated by a couple of lanterns that had been set about. A lone figure stood at the edge, holding a fishing rod. Weird, but uninteresting.

Since there wasn’t a student council office or anything like that, the rest of the student council was liable to be close by. I didn’t take Reimu for the type to go out on a nighttime hike and I hadn’t spotted her around the fire so there were only a few other places that she could be. I began to search around the cabins for any obvious signs of her. The cabin windows were mostly dark or obscured by curtains on the inside; they were, strangely enough, fairly high up and mostly on the opposite end of the entrance. Each cabin had a bulb outside its door that did a good enough job illuminating the door and the attached list of occupants that had been filled out by some of the students. Beyond that there was a gloomy atmosphere and the spaces between the cabins seemed to actively swallow up all light.

I finished up with a row of cabins and turned the corner to try my luck at the cabins beyond. It was there that I had a chance encounter—while turning into the corner I hit someone dead-on with my side.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” came the angry snarl. It was one of those friendly-looking characters that I had seen setting up stacks of boxes earlier. He had the acrid stench of cigarettes and old sweat about him and wore an appropriately-focused expression—the clear, focused eyes very much were meant to be cold and intimidating. He was the sort of person who very much was used to throwing his weight around.

“Just coming through, sorry about that,” I said with my most easy-going tone.

“Yeah, you can’t come in through here,” was the reply. Though fairly thin and not particularly powerful-looking, he carried himself about with natural ease. I could recognize that he wasn’t all talk and had experience fighting. The way that he planted his feet firmly on the ground and tensed his muscles made it seem like he was ready to react if things escalated. I had no doubt that he knew how to best infuse his attacks with power and make every blow hurt like hell.

“Easy now, I’m not looking for a fight,” I said, sort of hoping I would get into a fight. It had been a while since I had fought someone that wasn’t Suika. Vice presidential business kept me away from the tougher parts of town or going out too much to drink at seedy bars. I found myself having a premonition of how things would go down and I was sure that I could take him. But, well, I wasn’t going to let myself be too selfish just yet. I flashed him a winning smile, adding, “We can do this some other time if you like, but I’m on student council business. Not worth the trouble right now.”

“Was told to keep nosy people out of here,” he said, “you look very nosy.”

I wasn’t about to be tossing around idle threats but if they were making trouble for other people, I would have to step in sooner or later. It might have been smarter to consult with the others first in case things got heated. Retreating, however, would send a bad message. So for better or worse I had to plow ahead.

I held my ground and spoke clearly, as firmly as I could, while maintaining eye contact, “I don’t give a shit about your contraband. Hell, feel free to bribe me with moonshine to look the other way. I just want to pass through, that’s all. Only problem I would have is if you’re harassing others. I’d have to step in then. You’re not doing that, are you?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” he snorted, let the mucous combine thoroughly with saliva and whatever else from his throat and then spat out a sizable gob of loveliness onto the ground. He then reached into his sleeve and I thought he intended to go for a weapon but, to my surprise, it was a loop of simple prayer beads which he began to thumb with his other hand as he gave me a more thorough inspection. Finding nothing too disagreeable with me after doing his ocular pat down, he seemed to soften.

“Well?”

“Fine, this better not be some bullshit. Come quickly,” he said, leading the way through the small alley.

In only a matter of a few hours the space between the cabins had be turned into something of a field camp. Canvass had been stretched across the gap between buildings and partitioned the space; there was a good sense of privacy from any would-be passers-by and between the boxes of supplies a pair of rickety cots had been set up. I wondered how much of that was stuff they had brought with them and how much they had found and stolen from the campgrounds.

A blonde woman with short hair was standing with someone else by one of the cots. I recognized her as one of the self-proclaimed “bosses”, Kicchou if I wasn’t mistaken. She glared at me and then at my escort. Predatory eyes, beautiful and untamed. Not the type to mess around. She directed a cold question to him, “Yajuu, why is he there?”

The man called Yajuu replied, “He wanted to come through, isn’t interested in our operation. Looked insistent and honest enough. You said to avoid fights if I could help it.”

“Since when are you a good judge of character?” Kicchou laughed mirthlessly, her lips thin and bloodless. “Yoko here sings your praises often enough but….”

The girl next to her—Yoko, I guessed—tensed up. I wasn’t really familiar with her but she was one of the tougher, more feral-looking girls that had transferred in not so long ago. She had long auburn hair, heavily pierced ears, and a stance that told me that she was no stranger to violence either. I got the feeling that she was not above low blows and biting. Uncertainty showed in her eyes but she then looked over to Yajuu and composure reasserted itself.

“I’m just coming through, I told him that I don’t really care about whatever it is you’ve got going on here,” I spoke up, making eye contact with Kicchou. She met my gaze full-on with vicious delight. The uncertainty that could quickly become hostility and then action made her blood stir on an instinctual level. It was the same with me. I knew just enough about her to know that she had a reputation for being a great manipulator. She wasn’t about to fight me, I realized. Even so, if she could, she’d try to get me to do something for her. Everything had to be a win on some level.

Kicchou stared at me for some time. I stared back and smiled. I noticed that she had two discrete gold-colored stud earrings; practical, grown-up, but still recognizably feminine. I thought about asking her whether the rumors of her having a tattoo were true. Gangster types like her liked people who were bold and didn’t shrink away. Asking her out on a date would be a matter of going “getting drinks, think you can keep up with me?” Not too dissimilar to Suika though I would never suggest as much to either—that was a surefire way to start trouble.

After a moment, Kicchou sighed threw up her hands as if exasperated. “Not much of a private space, this,” she said. Her two underlings seemed to understand her cue and relaxed, their expressions softening as they no longer saw me as a potential threat.

“You could always camp out in the woods. There’s good spots out there. As private as you like,” I said.

“Wouldn’t work,” the boss said cordially enough, taking a hand and pressing it against her chin as if she were giving the idea serious consideration, “if we’re gone, the others would just move in and consolidate. Have to be here to deny them the space.”

“Ah.”

I didn’t really care. And it showed.

Kicchou seemed to think I was being genuine enough, and waved me through, “Think well of me, I’ve heard the rumors about you. I could always use a talented fighter.”

“I can’t really take orders, sorry,” I turned down her offer, explaining, “I’m the romantic sort. Have to follow my own heart.”

“A rebel and delinquent. A complicated man who sits on the student council,” she said, letting her voice sweeten just enough to make me know that there was a undercurrent of mockery there. “Well, the offer will be always there. And I’m very generous to my friends, isn’t that right, Kenji?”

Yajuu gave a grunt of affirmation.

Since there was nothing else that she cared to get from me at the moment, she had Yajuu usher me through without delay. Kicchou whispered something to Yoko as I left but I couldn’t make out what it was.

There was a familiar, if somewhat nauseating, feeling in my stomach as I continued to search the cabins. The adrenaline rush I had felt at the near-confrontation was no less volatile than alcohol. I breathed in deep, letting the fresh night air settle me down. I went happily back and forth until I found the cabin I was looking for. Tucked away on a small raised patch of ground, Reimu had picked the last cabin before the woods began in earnest. It was fairly secluded and the rowdy noises from the campfire were almost completely inaudible.

I saw Reimu’s name on the sheet of paper on the door and knocked. I wasn’t about to burst in, uninvited. A moment later the door was opened.

“Ah, Arc!” Marisa’s face lit up when she saw it was me. She was hatless but still otherwise dressed, braid with ribbon and all. “Fancy seeing you here. We were just talking about you!”

“Oh, should have figured you’d join Reimu’s cabin,” I said, “I hope she wasn’t slagging me off like usual.”

“Don’t be like that, you know that she likes you. She just can’t help it sometimes.”

“She has a funny way of showing it.”

“It’s just because she has a hard time being honest with her feelings. Unlike me,” Marisa was as assertive as she smiled warmly at me. I forgot all about feeling off or the almost-nauseating rush of adrenaline. It was comforting to have Marisa be her unwavering self. Taken to an extreme, she could be unreasonably stubborn, but for the most part her willpower and determination were some of her most endearing qualities.

“I—“

“Ah, you’re staring at me like you’re going to say something really serious.”

I had been thinking of saying—

“That’s no good. I was lying, sorry!” she put her hands together and made an exaggerated bow. She giggled stupidly at her childish and impulsive prank before gesturing for me to come in. “We weren’t talking about anything in particular.”

Marisa turned around with a hop and beckoned me to follow. The cabins were very sparse and about what I had imagined them to look like: a few rows of bunk beds took up most of the space. A table and a few chairs were by the entrance and another door—maybe a storage space—was at the opposite end of the entrance. A pair of light bulbs spaced out and dangling from the ceiling were the only sources of light; the windows were dirty and were covered by curtains whose material was opaque and looked heavy. It didn’t look much like the sort of place where you’d take a vacation. I had made the right choice to stay at the lodge.

Reimu was at the table. She was leaning back in her chair, shifting back and forth with a placid expression. The top button of her blouse was undone and, in a rare display, her hair was loose and tumbled behind her shoulder flowing down almost all the way to the floor. She looked like she had completely checked out; the hem of her skirt rested just about on her knee and her thin legs jutted at an angle from underneath towards the table; her feet were on the table and her small toes wiggled in sync with her rocking motion. In her hands she held a few cards—judging by the others on the table, she had been playing with Marisa.

She greeted me warmly enough, saying quietly, almost dreamily, “Ah, you’re here too.”

It didn’t seem like there was anyone else in the cabin. I could see some of Marisa’s belongings scattered around a bed. No one else had bothered to unpack yet. I gave Marisa a look and she shrugged.

“I was wondering if there was anything left to do today,” I said, “you know, student council business.”

Reimu laughed. It was surprisingly sweet and non-judgmental, given her words, “Figures you’d show up after all the work is done already.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“You did enough earlier. For your standards anyways.”

“… Has she been drinking?” I whispered to Marisa.

“Hey, I can hear you, you know,” Reimu preempted an answer, “I’ve just tired and letting the day catch up with me. For a few hours I don’t have to worry about doing this or that or having people ignore me. I don’t really like nagging; it’s bad enough when they do it to me.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed to act so slovenly around Arc, Reimu?” Marisa asked, sounding like she was gently ribbing her friend.

“What’s the big deal? This is the sort of thing that he probably dreams about, right?” Reimu was nonchalant as she continued to slowly rock the chair back and forth.

“Well, you’re all sweaty from doing all that kitchen work, don’t you think it’s a bit rude to be pointing your feet at us after walking around all day?” The question made it seem like maybe Marisa was being serious. It wasn’t like her to be so uptight.

“I’ll fan myself if it’s so bad,” Reimu lazily moved an arm back and forth over her legs, not doing much but looking silly in the process. There was a pause as she looked up at Marisa. The latter frowned while Reimu laughed. Then Reimu looked at me and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips—it was an almost completely innocent display of devilry. “Oh, I get it now. You’re afraid I’m going to drive him wild or something. Awake something within that can’t be stopped. Make him fall head over heels in love with me. Or maybe toes over heels?” Reimu laughed again, like that had been a particularly clever joke. She waggled her toes at me, using her foot as a pointer. “Wouldn’t want that after all the grief he’s put the both of us through, right?”

At that, Marisa became silent. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. It wasn’t really…? The light from the closest bulb made part of her face glow and her braid almost glitter and reveal its fussily-cared-for gold. By contrast, the other part of her face seemed darker and less defined. There was a deeper context than the jibe, I was sure of it, judging by how I could just almost make out something in between the light and dark, where her features were at their softest and most compelling. She showed Reimu something that barely registered as a wrinkle in her brow; a sleight that could only be correctly interpreted by someone in the know.

Reimu hadn’t been serious at first but it looked like something had awoken inside of her; the lack of framing, the lack of context of propriety or of a role had apparently augmented her intuition to a dangerous degree. She was being playful, definitely, but there was more to it than that. Her incisive—sharp and unfiltered—question hung in the air. It refused to go away without being answered, clinging to her like a stubborn smell. The fact that her clothes were wrinkled, her shoes discarded in an unceremonious pile along with her socks, proclaimed her feelings and mental state as well as the meditative expression on her face.

[] Tease Reimu. She's playing with dangerous forces beyond her understanding.
[] Tease Marisa. It's the cutest way to draw out what she's nervously hiding.

Extra optional choice that has nothing to do with the next scene, the flow of events or, probably, the story at large:

[] Feline touhous
[] Canine touhous
[] Passerine touhous
[] Cunicular touhous
[] Other animal-esque touhous

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It's late! Ahhhhh! So for whatever reason I decided to do three updates' worth today since I couldn't write at all earlier. Sprinkling in plenty of fun. サービスサービスぅ!

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Plenty of fun, indeed! We've got Yuyuko singing enka(?), full-on splendid references to criming beasts, and... oh dear, Arc's growing predilection for feet rearing its head yet again. I wonder if Reimu is right; the boy sure is paying a lot of attention to those appendages. Perhaps he needs a dose of Alice's hands to balance it out. Too bad there's not a handy (heh) childhood friend.

>A blonde woman with short hair was standing with someone else by one of the cots. I recognized her as one of the self-proclaimed “bosses”, Kicchou if I wasn’t mistaken. She glared at me and then at my escort. Predatory eyes, beautiful and untamed. Not the type to mess around.
Hummina, hummina! Please glare at me, too, boss!

More seriously, I love the callback to The Beast and the Crime. It's such an underrated story. Being able to give Yoko and Kenji another life after all of that... well, it's touching. Though, there is a missing Lala...

Also, I wonder just what these 'gangsters' are up to besides taking up space. Surely, they can't be doing something real hard, right? Trafficking illegal fireworks? Hustling stolen sports equipment? Running a bit of contraband booze? Seems like the thing they might be up to, but I hope I'm not wrong.

>He then reached into his sleeve and I thought he intended to go for a weapon but, to my surprise, it was a loop of simple prayer beads which he began to thumb with his other hand as he gave me a more thorough inspection.
Ah, I see similar things might have played out here. But does that mean that he and Byakuren...

>The light from the closest bulb made part of her face glow and her braid almost glitter and reveal its fussily-cared-for gold. By contrast, the other part of her face seemed darker and less defined. There was a deeper context than the jibe, I was sure of it, judging by how I could just almost make out something in between the light and dark, where her features were at their softest and most compelling. She showed Reimu something that barely registered as a wrinkle in her brow; a sleight that could only be correctly interpreted by someone in the know.
>Reimu hadn’t been serious at first but it looked like something had awoken inside of her; the lack of framing, the lack of context of propriety or of a role had apparently augmented her intuition to a dangerous degree. She was being playful, definitely, but there was more to it than that. Her incisive—sharp and unfiltered—question hung in the air. It refused to go away without being answered, clinging to her like a stubborn smell.
Aw shit, here we go.

Reimu ought to consider a bit of wafting if that smell's so stubborn.

[x] Tease Reimu. She's playing with dangerous forces beyond her understanding.
I'm going to be honest in saying I have no real reasoning beyond feeling like Reimu needs a good teasing. Marisa got hers earlier, so it's only fair Arc put everything in balance. Besides, if she's going to play that game, well, who is Arc to not show her just how much of a madlad he can be.

[x] Canine touhous
Honestly, this is one of the toughest fucking votes you can throw at me. I mean, there are so many answers I'd like to give for so many reasons, but I'm limited to one choice. And I have my loyalties, so I have to risk three-hundred fifty dollar fines to awoo. It simply cannot be helped.

>sabisu sabisu
Ah, Misato-san...

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Oh man, hard choice to make here. It's Marisa's playful teasing up against Reimu's very blunt approach. I can't say that I'm resistant to either of them. Also, cute scene of Yuyuko not being sexily condescending to Arc for once.

[x] Tease Marisa. It's the cutest way to draw out what she's nervously hiding.

I'm going with Marisa this time. Both are good, but Marisa's gotta step up her game to match Reimu's.

[x] Passerine touhous
Utsuho isn't my favorite animal-themed touhou for no reason. I like other animal-themed touhous too, but there's something about having wings that's appealing to me. Wings just add to the "inhuman-ness" of a character more than animal ears, I feel.

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[X] Tease Reimu. She's playing with dangerous forces beyond her understanding.
[X] Canine touhous

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[x] Tease Marisa. It's the cutest way to draw out what she's nervously hiding.
Marisa cute. I wanna know what's got her so nervous. Besides, I'm not into feet.
[X] Cunicular touhous.
Bnuuy!

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[X] Tease Reimu. She's playing with dangerous forces beyond her understanding.

No need to dog on Marisa while she's down - she seems to be... fragile, I don't know. The whole situation seems fragile. Underdog rule, and all (that isn't a real thing, I made it up)

[X] Canine touhous

= ENOKO = MORE GANG TYPE SHI.

filling in the crime void from my fallout 2 playthrough where I went to New Reno in full power armor and razed that shithole.

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[x] Tease Marisa. It's the cutest way to draw out what she's nervously hiding.

[X] Cunicular touhous.
Tewi! Reisen! Ringo! Seiran! The other Reisen!

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Hmmm hard choice here... For both votes really!

I kinda want to go with Marisa, but i kinda see where >>70483 is coming from maybe...? But on the other hand what is going on there?

[x] Tease Marisa. It's the cutest way to draw out what she's nervously hiding.

As for the next part... Hmmm do the foxes fall under the canine vote? Probably not... There's just so many good option in each category...

[X] Passerine touhous

I do like many of the bird touhous admittedly. Mystia, Aya... The other options are close but i think i will go with this.

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[x] Tease Reimu. She's playing with dangerous forces beyond her understanding.

No reason other than that teasing Reimu feels like proper, decent stag-hunting, whereas teasing Marisa feels like laying an ambush for a mushroom risotto.

[x] Cunicular touhous
Rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit. The Corps, the Corps, the Corps.

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Hey, started writing stuff but then got pulled away by things out of my control. I think it's best if I take some time to rest and come back to it with a fresh(er) brain as teasing touhous is serious business and needs to be done in a comprehensive and professional manner. So, I expect that I'll get around to the rest of it soon enough (almost definitely quicker than last time). Please wait warmly.

As for the optional vote, I found it amusing that the opinions there more or less line up with my own. (RIP felinehus &, I guess, Momoyo/beast realmers/etc).

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I don't remember the half-Moon looking so peachy...

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>>/shorts/3337

In the interests of not polluting the thread with my little tributes, I made a separate thread. I lightly edited >>70322 and reposted it, along with a new thing and a cheeky little thread opener.

All of this to say that I wrote another thing (>>/shorts/3339, >>/shorts/3340) to show my love of this story. And goblins.

Forgive my shamelessness.

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>>70495
Really wonderful to see. That's a really fun take. Bringing in Patchouli is neat but I also deeply appreciate the plausible and believable enough ending for Arc and Suika. Seems like you've had a fair bit of fun writing and thinking about things. In the end, this silliness is supposed to be fun first and so it's always great to see people taking that to heart. Thanks for taking the time and making the effort. It's really appreciated!

As for updates: SOON™. Matter of hours, at most, I think. Have gotten past most of the interruptions.

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>>70496
Kyaa, Senpai noticed me!

Really, though, thanks! I'm glad that my particular interpretation of how Arc and his bro might end up resonates. More than that, I'm glad the fun I have with this story comes across. To me, it feels a bit like giving something back in return.

Obviously, there's a bit of self-satisfaction going on, but... well, I think Patchy's words from the intro sum it up.

Anyway, am waiting warmly for more fun. There will definitely be more tributes coming.

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Between the fatigue of a long day and unstated thoughts, a strange atmosphere had permeated the cabin. There was a measure of discomfort in Marisa’s face; a twitch of her nose was followed by a partial turning of her head and it seemed to me like the bulb above flickered for a moment; she was caught in some version of eternity, her skin soft and aglow, her braid gold and fastidiously adorned.

Something coiled around my heart. It didn’t feel like it constricted or otherwise hurt but—on the contrary—was sort of a soft velvety sensation, from the touch of a gloved hand, and it seemed to tickle and tease. Though maybe, it was closer to the soft feeling of hair brushing casually upon skin.

“Marisa,” I said, “you’re acting weird.”

There was a deepening of the crease in her brow. Marisa looked at me, betraying some annoyance at my statement.

“I’m the same as always. You’re the one being weird,” she fired back, frowning with childish indignation. Though far shorter than I was, she stood up as straight as she could, as if to look at me directly in the eyes and say that we were on the same level.

“No, no, I can tell,” I insisted, “we’re around each other a lot of the time. I’ve learned a lot about you.”

“Staring at her, you mean?” Reimu asked. She leaned back and balanced the chair fully on the rear two legs, reaching some sort of uneasy equilibrium.

I ignored her, focusing on Marisa. The blonde had placed her hands on her hips and smiled, projecting a semblance of stability. But I hadn’t been kidding. That sort of swagger might have fooled most people, but it didn’t fool me. I could tell by the way her fingers fidgeted and how the smile failed to become an easy-going grin that it was an attempt to save face.

“I’m supposed to be your fiancé, right?” I thrust a dagger into her, “It would be weird for me not to notice that kind of stuff, right?”

As I suspected, she wavered, the smile retracting itself as she tried to think of something to say. Although it had been a very long time since that whole affair had been current and serious, it was still important enough for her to accuse me of being unfair with her widened eyes. There was something pitiable in how she parted her lips slightly and thrust out her lower lip. Still, no quick response, no further words.

I twisted the blade, “What happened to being honest with your feelings? It’s a little disappointing to hear you make a big deal of it just a moment ago and then keep trying to hide something from me….”

“Ah, em,” Marisa shook her head, she seemed to be off-balance and looked to Reimu for support—she found none, with her lifeline choosing to simply smile and set her cards down on the table. Marisa wasn’t panicking just yet but she couldn’t simply laugh things off and try to move on anymore.

“I like the confident and driven Marisa a lot,” I told her, holding back an urge to physically pick her up and sit her on top of one of the bunk beds where she wouldn’t be able to escape my charming smile, “but I’m also partial to the sweet and romantic Marisa too … now that I think about it, the flustered Marisa is great as well. But I’m not so sure about the secretive Marisa.”

Cornered, she puffed her chest out, obstinately digging in. I wasn’t sure if it was actually a matter of pride but she rallied as best she could, bluffing, “It’s all the same Marisa. What you see is what you get.”

“Mmm, maybe I should stick to Reimu then,” I shrugged, “it makes sense, right? We’re both on the student council, we both don’t really want to do the work, we both think the other is pretty cute….”

“I don’t think I’m half as annoying as you,” Reimu piped up, “And I might not like enforcing the rules but I do do my job properly. Unlike you.”

“Ah, so you do think I’m cute!” I exclaimed as I emptied out the accumulated reserve of smugness that I kept around for deserving emergencies. There was an instant look of sourness on Reimu’s face, as if she had been force-fed a bunch of lemons. The deep scowl that followed was more proof that I had made the right call.

In moments like those, where the only real outlet for her was violence, Reimu chose to lob a grenade. She barked at Marisa, suddenly seeming unreasonable and impatient, “It’s so annoying when you get all maidenly like this! Just tell him and get it over with.”

Marisa recoiled and deflated. The bravado was gone in an instant and what was left was a chastised little critter with dewy and sensitive eyes. “Reimu…!” she whined, “I told you that—.”

“—You and your weird sense of fairness,” Reimu interrupted, “You can lie easily enough, just not when it counts. You should go for it like you’d do with anything else. Or do you want me to leave the two of you alone?”

Marisa shook her head. It was a subdued gesture but it had a quality to it that once again made it feel like there was something soft, something fuzzy but delicate winding its way around my chest. There was a small tremor there but it wasn’t forceful and dissipated quickly. She took a breath, gave Reimu a scowl of her own and said, “Don’t act like you weren’t having maidenly thoughts too! You compared it right away to that manga and called it romantic.”

I looked over to Reimu. I hadn’t taken her for the type to read that sort of thing. Sensing my stare, she sighed and sat up. She tried to pretend like Marisa hadn’t said anything important but she avoided making eye contact with me, instead staring at the space in front of her and stroking her chin as if giving something some thought. “Just tell him already, before the others get back.”

Marisa dithered, complaining to Reimu about the importance of spontaneity. “You can’t just force it if the mood isn’t right,” she said, virtually mumbling her last few words.

“After all that research and time spent asking around that’s what you’re going with?!” Reimu huffed, her eyes narrowing. I even saw a flared nostril. The ease from earlier was nowhere to be found. Still, it did not go unnoticed that for all her supposed irritation she didn’t just preempt whatever it was by saying it herself. That was as kindness of a sort, it seemed to me, letting her friend deal with something that was important to her while also providing a push.

[] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.
[] Patience and letting her work up to it was the considerate thing to do.

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I don't know if this is enough time for voting but I don't want to risk falling out of a schedule for too long.

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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Such a pitiful creature is the witchlet. She tries to skitter this way and that, only to find herself boxed in. If Arc were more wolfishly minded, why, I'd say she'd be easy prey. Of course, he's too much of a dork for that, so she's almost safe there.

A soft, velvety constriction around the heart, indeed. I don't know how Arc resists picking her up and just carrying her off over his shoulder like some kind of Japanese goblin. It'd be far kinder and gentler than the knife-twisting he's doing here, the brute.

I guess if there's one thing to commend here, it's that Reimu is ultimately being a good friend and not just stepping all over Marisa. She could very easily, as Arc noted, let loose but chose instead to try and get Marisa to just fess up. Of course, it does feel like maybe she might have a feeling Marisa won't do it and leave an opportunity for herself. Then again, I can understand just wanting your friend to go for it instead of fretting.

>“Ah, so you do think I’m cute!” I exclaimed as I emptied out the accumulated reserve of smugness that I kept around for deserving emergencies. There was an instant look of sourness on Reimu’s face, as if she had been force-fed a bunch of lemons. The deep scowl that followed was more proof that I had made the right call.
Ah, this lucky bastard, getting such personal scowls from the pres. The rest of us would be so lucky; we'd only get cold, impersonal stares.

>The bravado was gone in an instant and what was left was a chastised little critter with dewy and sensitive eyes.
Help. My heart might give out.

>“Don’t act like you weren’t having maidenly thoughts too! You compared it right away to that manga and called it romantic.”
>I looked over to Reimu. I hadn’t taken her for the type to read that sort of thing. Sensing my stare, she sighed and sat up. She tried to pretend like Marisa hadn’t said anything important but she avoided making eye contact with me, instead staring at the space in front of her and stroking her chin as if giving something some thought.
Oho. Reimu being the type to get sparkly-eyed over shoujo mangos, eh? A bit of fantasising about being carried off on a white horse or some such? How terribly cute.

[x] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.
I'm not sure backing off is going to do Marisa very many favours. At the end of the day, if it's going to be a whole confession of romantic feelings, there will be a time of reckoning. Arc will either reciprocate or not, however she feels about things. If he does, well, that's great for her. If he doesn't, she at least knows where they stand. Yeah, humans are complicated and feelings can get messy, but it's not worth circling around endlessly. Life can be both long and pitilessly short at the same time.

This honestly isn't a very enviable situation for Arc, though. Either way, he's kind of playing hot-potato with Marisa's feelings, with the witchlet being the one who gets burnt if things go egg-shaped. Plus, he's in a bit of an awkward position if he goes cold on her at this point, having generally pulled her towards him before. Not that he has the best track record, but he runs the risk of sending mixed messages, you know? Real jerky thing to do to a girl.

Personally, I want him to get along with the pres, but...

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[x] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.

It's not everyday you get support from your rival, so don't waste it. Would be nice if Reimu was also honest with herself too next.

>“You can’t just force it if the mood isn’t right"
Uhh, sorry I didn't hear that part.

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>>70495
Also, I enjoyed your spinoffs as well and I'd like to see more for other characters.

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[x] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.

When has anyone ever been patient with anyone about anything in the history of ever? All this hemming and hawing. The words you have are the words you're gonna use!! Spit it out!!!!!

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[X] Patience and letting her work up to it was the considerate thing to do.

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[x] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.

Marisa has gotten where she has (in canon anyway.) but just going and doing it, so she wants something? then give it a go!

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[X] Patience and letting her work up to it was the considerate thing to do.
She should say what she wants to say when she wants to say it.

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[X] All she needed was one last push to get over the line and be honest.

I'm late! I'm late!

uh, Marisa, uh, say what you gotta say! If the moment isn't right, you have to make it right!!!

> Something coiled around my heart. It didn’t feel like it constricted or otherwise hurt but—on the contrary—was sort of a soft velvety sensation, from the touch of a gloved hand, and it seemed to tickle and tease. Though maybe, it was closer to the soft feeling of hair brushing casually upon skin.

You've captured how I feel when I'm constipated!

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I felt a sort of courage, the sort that was caused by the right ratio of curiosity to discretion; worry over emotion and sensitivity seemed less important than discovering the truth. As Marisa looked out-of-sorts, avoiding looking at either me or Reimu, she looked vulnerable to prodding if not to say pushing. It wasn’t that she was a pushover. She had held her ground well, I thought. The pressure I put on her had been mostly brushed off but, with Reimu also contributing things had changed; she seemed off balance, her face as round and as untrustworthy as the moon’s.

“Marisa,” I said softly, but loudly enough for it to not be ignored. The effect on the short girl was immediate and she seemed to be pinned by her shoulders, unable to look at me but also unable to look away. “Marisa, don’t you think it’s silly to hold back when it comes to me? Isn’t it better to be honest?”

I thought of saying of “It’ll feel good to open up” and other such damning phrases but I didn’t think it was necessary. I gave Marisa my full attention. I kept my eyes on her, hoping not to come off as judgmental, but instead seem present and interested. I could see that there were cracks in her determination and she seemed to recoil from my gaze, knowing that if she made eye contact with me she would have to talk.

“I could just ask Reimu, I think she’d tell me,” I said without any sort of malice and just aimed to remind her of the facts. “I think it’s important to you. So maybe it’s only fair that I hear about it directly from you. I’m sure that whatever it is isn’t all that bad.”

The blonde girl took a deep breath, exhaling almost aggressively in my direction. She squared her shoulders up again and look towards me—but, crucially, not at me. Her voice, when it poured forth, was urgent and ardent to the extent that it looked like it was painful for her to confess what had been on her mind.

Marisa explained things thoroughly and fervently, her words almost clipping as it seemed that she banked on the volume of words and the intricacy of thoughts to shield her from the underlying embarrassment, “I looked into the seven mysteries and found that most of them were silly but there was one story from a few generations ago that seemed interesting. I spent weeks in the library and even asked a few alumni that I was able to track out about. They all thought it was silly but I saw that the look in their eyes said that there was something else to it. Which is to say, um, well, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about the books I read, but there’s a lot to it about the alignment of planets. Magical stuff, you know. Not the kind of thing where you cast a spell but the earth itself becomes a sort of altar or magic circle. The moon is involved, as always, but … I’m getting away from the main thing.”

Marisa gulped as if to swallow back impertinent information. The weak light from the bulb made her hair take on a lighter resplendence, like that of a distant star.

“I don’t know if it actually only happens every sixty years,” she smiled, as if to herself, “but there’s something special in the skies soon. And we’re in a good place to see it. And good things will happen if—“ there she lingered, rolling the last word on her tongue like it hadn’t been intended to be said out loud.

“If what?” I prodded. She had gone that far, why not a little further?

“If, if, if….”

“Do you mean the meteor shower?” I said, already aware of the spectacle that was coming up. It was the sort of thing that would be a beautiful and unique experience since we were beyond the city’s harsh artificial light.

“… Yes,” she admitted so weakly that it seemed little more than a squeak.

“I’m sure that it’ll be pretty, but what about it has you all worked up?”

“It’s the spell, the incantation,” she said, letting her shoulders droop as if she was disappointed that the inference wasn’t obvious.

“What spell?”

“Do I really have to say it!?” Marisa looking over at Reimu desperately, nervous energy churning in her glossy eyes. The latter had been paying attention but refused to say anything, simply responding with a dumb, ox-eyed expression.

“Marisa….” I began once more.

“Maybe the spell will weaken if I tell you. That’s the whole problem,” Marisa looked at once reddened and panicked as she swung her arms up in exasperation. The deepening flush spread from her temple to her cheek and then to the rest of her face as she struggled to stay coherent. “If, together, under the meteor shower with pure hearts at the right place and time, our most important dreams will come true.”

It had taken her a long time to get to the point. But I understood it at once, despite her almost-apoplectic word choice. Marisa thought that it would only be meaningful if I chose her out of my free will, if it was happenstance while the stars figuratively aligned. That was what would make the magic whole and binding, the destiny aspect of things. I watched as she sighed compulsively, her nerves and determination shot. It was an incredibly silly thing to be worked up about. Maybe Reimu was right to call it “maidenly” as it definitely seemed fantastical and illogical. Stealing a glance towards the student body president, however, I could see that she was hanging onto every word. Through the use of side eyes and an impatient sort of puffing of her lips, she was making her own feelings clear. Perhaps things had a greater weight to them than I first realized.

[] There was something magical to that whole story.
[] More mundane but equally meaningful opportunities were possible.

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[X] There was something magical to that whole story.
Watching a meteor shower with Marisa seems really nice. I want Marisa to steal Arc's precious thing.

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Magical meteor showers, huh? I guess the story is finally showing a bit of the TokiMemo/Da Capo/Key-ish layer. Gotta have that whole line about miracles or dreams or whatever going on.

I did like the ambiguity of all of the supposed magical stuff in ToY's original run. Some things did seem weird and almost too good to be true, as if they were either delusions or just possibly actual supernatural things at play.

That said, I'm of the inclination to say that the whole magic thing is sort of a psychological tool as far as Marisa goes. I think she's attempting to navigate the intricacies and ambiguities of human relations by relating it to the esoteric. That's all fine and well, but there is a fine line between a coping mechanism and delusion. Part of me sort of feels like Marisa's already fallen a little over the line, and I think Reimu has that feeling, too.

[x] More mundane but equally meaningful opportunities were possible.
I have a suspicion Reimu may have been pushing so that we'd get to this point. What she wants to say will only have meaning if it comes from Arc. There's a genuine care being shown for Marisa, and I'm inclined to take this path even if it doesn't necessarily make Marisa the happiest.

I mean, I also personally think that beauty and meaning should be found in the ordinary, not waiting for supposedly special things that never live up to an ideal.

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[x] There was something magical to that whole story.

Indulge in a little idealism.

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[x] More mundane but equally meaningful opportunities were possible.
I want to, but I can't stand it. If something is wrong I don't want to hurt Marisa by indulging her.

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[x] More mundane but equally meaningful opportunities were possible.

I remember frantically planning to view a blood moon, but there was cloud cover everywhere we went - and we went everywhere. It'd be nice to watch still, but, you know, hope for the best and plan for the worst. Bring her down gently, Arc.

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huh, I'm not sure which one to pick, and my line of thought for picking the 'something magical option.' goes along the lines of even if the destiny part of the magic doesn't happen, well magic is something you make... even in this instance its the actions of the pair that make the spell happen, or something, hmmm.

[X] There was something magical to that whole story.

Give it a go, seize the magic.

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“Marisa,” I called her name without really knowing what it was I was going to say. She looked distressed, small and panicked by the whole of the revelation. Even her ears had been infused with a coat of pinkish red; under the incandescent light her flush appeared all the more intense, vibrant and vital. There was something intoxicating and desirable about her, almost in an illicit sort of way. I found myself thinking that I wanted to see her reaction intensify even more: to see her sweat and loose cohesion, becoming an ordinary sort of puddle. It was a strange thought and maybe the mention of magic prompted it.

I let out a small, unforced, laugh which sounded surprisingly boyish to my own ears. I couldn’t find words to reprove her notion. It was because my own feelings were unclear and I couldn’t rule what the truth might be. Even something as ridiculous and as fantastical as what Marisa had said about the meteor shower. And, well, hadn’t I indulged her interests in magic in the past? I wasn’t a member of the magic club that she ran but I had sat by her as she read all sorts of weird books and as she tried to figure out how to replicate the things mentioned. Even if I said something about her, about finding meaning elsewhere, that wasn’t strictly in opposition to all the other stuff.

Unable to find the nuance necessary to express things, I opted for something else: I moved closer to Marisa and held her firmly. I caught her by surprise as she let out what sounded like a mewl. Instead of resisting or commenting, however, she seemed to abandon herself entirely to my hug, burying her head into my chest. I felt multiple small, tingling, fires wherever our bodies made contact. Were a steady wind to fan us, I was sure that the resulting flames would consume us, uniting just above our heads.

“Feel free to always tell me about anything that’s important to you,” I said, weakly, sharing an almost automatic afterthought.

“I can hear your heart beating,” she said, her voice muffled and echoing up against my chest. I felt my heart beat quicken at that remark. Marisa thankfully didn’t point it out. Instead, she said dreamily, her voice trailing off, “Arc, I … I think Reimu might be staring at all of this….”

I let Marisa go and gave her a measure of space, hoping that my own exited heart would ease up as well.

Reimu had, as suggested, been staring at us. She tried to play it off by pretending that she was still sore and annoyed with Marisa, scowling at us but there was little in the way of legitimate annoyance in her eyes. Indeed, she also had a trace of color on her cheeks and her brown eyes seemed to water and widen with far more tender emotion.

Marisa laughed at her and, seemingly happy that the attention was no longer on her, launched herself upon Reimu and nearly knocked the chair over. With what looked like the strength of a steel trap she wrapped her arms around the sitting class president.

“Hey, Marisa,” came the protestation, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“I didn’t want you to feel left out,” Marisa laughed, almost uncontrollably. It wasn’t just an expression of joy—so it seemed to me—but also a way to externalize all that nervous energy and what were probably very mixed emotions. She squeezed harder while Reimu weakly hit her on the back, bowing her over and closer.

“Quit it!” Reimu gave an uncontrolled laugh of her own, trying to steady herself so she didn’t fall out of the chair. “Marisa, you know I don’t like getting all touchy.”

“Or talking about your feelings, I know, I know,” Marisa kept at it, “but aren’t you glad now? There’s nothing that can be done about all the other things. We’ll just have to look forward to seeing how things turn out.”

“W-what do you mean by that?” Reimu balked and, finally, lost control. She slipped out of the chair from the side, bringing Marisa crashing down on top of her. The pile blonde-brunette pile heaved and laughed. I didn’t quite get why.

“Arc, hey Arc,” Marisa spoke up, making sure to keep her face hidden from me. “Reimu and I have lots to talk about, I think.”

“You can’t make me talk, and I don’t want to talk, especially about the stuff you want to talk about,” Reimu complained, unconvincingly. She tried to sit up but was still pinned down by the dense mass that was concentrated in Marisa’s small body.

“Too bad,” Marisa insisted, “I want to talk before the others get back. And don’t pretend like you’re not interested in it either after….”

“Alright, alright, I get it, just get your elbow off my boobs. It hurts.”

I wanted to find some sort of excuse to stay but there was nothing that I could think of on the spot. I wasn’t sure what I ought to make of the development. Seeing Marisa full of her usual spirit was good, at the very least. And Reimu was more sensitive than I had given her credit for previously. I had wanted to tease her as well, after seeing the way she looked at me after I hugged Marisa, I could have asked her if she wanted a hug from me too.

I had to face it: I wasn’t as sharp as I used to be. It was the price to pay for becoming a polite creature of the day, making polite conversation with respectable sorts. A delinquent was at his best at night, doing heaven knows what with a devil-may-care attitude.

I left the cabin as Reimu and Marisa shuffled off the floor and began their animated conversation. The air was colder and the night was deepening. I could see a few others returning to their cabins no doubt because it was more difficult to do things outdoors without much in the way of light. I looked at the sky above, ignoring the swindler moon. There were few clouds and the stars were bright and alluring.

[] It had been a long day. It would be best to wind things down and get a head start in the morning.
[] There was plenty of night left to be enjoyed. All sorts of things could happen in the dark.

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[X] There was plenty of night left to be enjoyed. All sorts of things could happen in the dark.
After all, as you said, a delinquent is at his best at night. Though Arc does seem to be maturing out of his self-imposed delinquent role.

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>Instead of resisting or commenting, however, she seemed to abandon herself entirely to my hug, burying her head into my chest. I felt multiple small, tingling, fires wherever our bodies made contact. Were a steady wind to fan us, I was sure that the resulting flames would consume us, uniting just above our heads.
Ah, to hold such a small, precious creature close. Arc had better appreciate how lucky a boy he is. Those who accept us so readily and fully are rare in life.

>Even her ears had been infused with a coat of pinkish red; under the incandescent light her flush appeared all the more intense, vibrant and vital. There was something intoxicating and desirable about her, almost in an illicit sort of way. I found myself thinking that I wanted to see her reaction intensify even more: to see her sweat and loose cohesion, becoming an ordinary sort of puddle.
>Reimu had, as suggested, been staring at us. She tried to play it off by pretending that she was still sore and annoyed with Marisa, scowling at us but there was little in the way of legitimate annoyance in her eyes. Indeed, she also had a trace of color on her cheeks and her brown eyes seemed to water and widen with far more tender emotion.
How does Arc's heart not give out? Lack of Key disease? Still being reasonably young? Just not having learned the true poignancy of life yet? Or, perhaps, this is what the lingering shred of the delinquent in him does. He still has that little bit of insulation that keeps him from burning away and becoming smouldering ash of sentiment.

>She slipped out of the chair from the side, bringing Marisa crashing down on top of her. The pile blonde-brunette pile heaved and laughed. I didn’t quite get why.
>“Arc, hey Arc,” Marisa spoke up, making sure to keep her face hidden from me. “Reimu and I have lots to talk about, I think.”
>“You can’t make me talk, and I don’t want to talk, especially about the stuff you want to talk about,” Reimu complained, unconvincingly. She tried to sit up but was still pinned down by the dense mass that was concentrated in Marisa’s small body.
>“Too bad,” Marisa insisted, “I want to talk before the others get back. And don’t pretend like you’re not interested in it either after….”
>“Alright, alright, I get it, just get your elbow off my boobs. It hurts.”
Yes, Reimu, it hurts, but can you imagine the pain of not being part of this pile of magical love between gal-pals?

Come to think of it, though, were they always this friendly? Maybe it's my old man memory being shitty, but I can't recall them seeming that close back in ToY. I guess it's possible that they've grown closer with time. What, perhaps, has Arc not been there for? Ah, the mysteries of such close friends.

>I had wanted to tease [Reimu] as well, after seeing the way she looked at me after I hugged Marisa, I could have asked her if she wanted a hug from me too.
Yes! Yes, Arc! You really should have done, you total melvin!

>I had to face it: I wasn’t as sharp as I used to be. It was the price to pay for becoming a polite creature of the day, making polite conversation with respectable sorts. A delinquent was at his best at night, doing heaven knows what with a devil-may-care attitude.
I suppose, but I do wonder if Arc isn't just a little desperate to hold onto a youthful identity more than anything. After all, he wasn't always dashing, devil-may-care charmer Arc by his own admission; it was a change that came on after his first year and whatever incidents marked it. He's coming up just to the edge of revelations that there are other dimensions to being a human being and standing still, a bit intimidated by them. But that's so unnecessary. Arc, you don't need to hang on so desperately! Embrace the change of life. That's the real theatre of youth playing out.

[x] It had been a long day. It would be best to wind things down and get a head start in the morning.
There are certainly opportunities to find all sorts of trouble in the nighttime, but I feel that Arc has to be feeling a tad knackered by now. The morning was already active enough, and he's been confronted with enough trouble between Suika, Yuyuko, Reimu, and Tsukasa, not to mention the oppressive weight of his thoughts about Alice. I've been there. That's the sort of thing that just robs one of any further strength.

If Arc gives in to insomnia, how is he going to tease monkes? How is he going to keep up with his girl-bro? How is he going to finally work up the bloody nerve to just get in there and patch things up with Alice? And that's just scratching the surface. There are probably also dorky athletes and catty cats to bother and tease, and that requires a lot out of a boy.

Oh, and maybe he might have a nice dream or two? Perhaps miraculous and strange things could happen, like a visitation from a tapir-like creature. Odder things have happened, after all.

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[x] It had been a long day. It would be best to wind things down and get a head start in the morning.

I think he has had quite a day.

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Hope everything's okay and that life isn't too bad. Waiting as warmly as always.

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>the dense ass that was concentrated in Marisa’s small body
What did he mean by this?

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He meant to say that ya girl is DUMMY thicc and can't sneak around the Forest of Magic because the clap of her ass cheeks would alert the Yōkai.

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Well, perhaps it's a hint that Arc didn't try to pick her up for a reason? I mean, if she were a lightweight little Olive Oil, who wouldn't want to pick her up just to mess with her? Clearly, it's a defence mechanism: defence through density. And maybe she's also got particularly healthy bones. It's never good to have low bone density, after all.

It's just sad that her aspirations to fly will never be.

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If she was so blessed, don't you think Arc would have zeroed in on that detail already? He didn't hesitate to squeeze what Alice was working with way back when, so I doubt he wouldn't have a handful of soft, pliable bun now if given the opening, appreciator of fine baked goods that he is.

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>When leaving the lodge again, I noted that the pier had been illuminated by a couple of lanterns that had been set about. A lone figure stood at the edge, holding a fishing rod. Weird, but uninteresting.
You know, I'm curious about this figure that shows up in >>70472.

Who on earth could it have been? Cap'n Murasa? None of the Myourens besides Byakuren were really called out way back when, so maybe there's a chance they're at the same school?

And what does it mean, anyway? That's twice (>>70295, >>70472) that Arc's specifically noticed fishing stuff. It feels like a hint at something. Maybe there are curiously attractive fish in the lake? Maybe something mysterious is buried there? Maybe Arc should jump in?

Ah, Lake-san...

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Something else: Where's Kaguya? There's the general implication in >>69507 that Eirin is around, which feels like it would imply Kaguya being there too. Arc had a whole thing with her for a while, so he really needs to get in there and continue the apology tour.

At least, I wonder if she cared much about Arc going hot and cold on her. I guess she could be over it, but I dunno.

I'd say the same for Patchouli, but things never quite got that serious with her, exhibitionist displays of snogging to tease assistant librarians aside.

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Come to think of it, that could be Nemuno, couldn't it? They're basically in the mountains, right? She could be living quietly in a shack tucked in the woods somewhere.

Or maybe it's the coach. She's been here all along and just hasn't been noticed. She's just been lying low, trying to keep a low profile. Can't let the wrong people see her, you know?

Either way, Arc could end up getting kidnapped.

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