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63009 No. 63009 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
It was a terrible way of waking up.

I was shaken about, feeling like I was being battered from all directions. Even that summer storm that had caught us in the straits had been a gentle rocking in comparison. I kept my nerve and tried to get my bearings. The light was opalescent and blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes. I cringed but felt my breath coming back to me. In all the excitement I had barely noticed I wasn’t breathing. Luckily, the chaos died down quickly. The shaking stopped and the bright rainbow began growing duller and duller until I could begin to make out shadows and shapes in the distance.

My heart raced at my throat. I wasn’t in pain but it felt like I ought to take a moment to gather my wits. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath. A nip of brandy would be the perfect thing to steady myself. Yes, my throat was rather parched. I believed that I still had a bottle hidden away in my kit somewhere.

The problem was, of course, my kit was nowhere to be found. In fact, I was nowhere to be found. Best I could recall I had been out for a ride. The memory of hacking on a country trail seemed both fresh but also strangely foreign. Cold stone and the dark of night should not follow from that.

When I finally got around to getting a good look at my surroundings, I found that I lay on a simple wooden table with little more than a large tunic protecting my modesty. I sat up. Moonlight crept in from a nearby window and the smell of perfumed oils and tinctures hung heavily in the air. Save for another small table whereupon a lamp, various flasks and colored stones rested, the room was otherwise barren.

Perhaps I’d had an accident, I reasoned. I had been found and taken in while unconscious. An traveler’s lodge must have been closer than the estate. I had seen plenty of such places in my travels. They often sported quaint rooms and construction made from usually a mixture of wood and stone. I felt satisfied with my conclusion and was glad I did not seem to be injured.

More importantly, I realized that I wasn’t alone. Off in a corner, half-hidden by shadow, a pair of women spoke to one
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>> No. 63364
[X] Would she share her account on what happened during lunch?

Right, time to reread so I don't get even more lost then I already was. Good to see this back!
>> No. 63365
[x] Could she say what this audience would entail? And the sudden urgency?

Unless I'm forgetting something, this guy was married to Chloe, which was Patchouli back when she was human-or someone who looked like her, considering she doesn't remember him at all.

Having arrived at the mansion in a less than stellar condition, he was allowed to remain as a guest and spent the entire day trying to reconcile Marisa with the inhuman mansion, while using the opportunity to learn about Gensokyo in general, Marisa in particular and do some light flirting on the side
>> No. 63367
>>63360
[] Could she say what this audience would entail? And the sudden urgency?
[] Would she share her account on what happened during lunch?


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63297 No. 63297 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
You are:

[] Carmine Scarlet

[] Other

And yesterday you’ve learnt that you still have family.

Today and the last day you’ve spent packing up anything you could reasonably bring and preparing yourself to meet the sisters you thought you’d never meet.

Sitting at your laptop you quickly turn on the camera and take a look at yourself, you’ve lived for-

Choose your age: 340-140

Years and you look like a young
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>> No. 63347
[X] Apologize
>> No. 63348
[X] Right, You should apologize
>> No. 63366
[X] Right, You should apologize

I'd sage normally, but I won't this time just in case the writer has forgotten about it.


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62019 No. 62019 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
You are Patchouli Knowledge, a physically frail and sickly magician of profound aptitude and power. You live in the Voile Archives of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, though you have constructed an attached tower elsewhere, without internal fixtures as yet, which you may or may not inhabit much. You are Friends with Remilia, the vampire who owns the mansion, who considers it entirely too much effort to try to feed off you. Your Magical Potency varies somewhat from day to day, depending on how long of an incantation you can manage before breaking off into a fit of coughs, and how much strain your body can handle in addition to the rigors of illness. You currently have a box of ninety two vials of Medication stored in the library to offset the worst of the days, however, though it will later exact a toll, and your new Magical Focus eases use of magic to a significant degree. It seems that Luck can play a reasonable part in keeping yourself healthy, though effects may vary, as can the Hakurei Hot Spring.

Your magic is based on Elementalism primarily, though you are also skilled in Diabolism and Other Summonings, which can be surprisingly versatile, particularly in combination with Golems. You can also create Homunculi, if you have the materials to hand. You do not have any suitable samples of the key ingredient, however.

The date is Sep. 1, first of a hundred-day term. It is Thursday, day of Jupiter, Wood, and natural growth. Through dint of long and methodical practice, you find the use of Wood-natured elemental magics to come a touch easier on this day.

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That's the problem with golems and similar things, you suppose. Unless they're given an end parameter and told to stop when they reach it they keep on following their instructions until cutlery is polished away into silver toothpicks and wells are dug into the earth's very core. Even with instructions about when to stop, sometimes they get an error of some kind and keep on. Or worse, they develop a mind of their own and opinions about it.

You take a moment to force the cleaning gol
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>> No. 63357
>>63355
Sorry. Kinda new here, still reading up on the site rules.

So like this? Just typed 'sage' in the email field.
>> No. 63358
>>63357

Yes, exactly like that.
>> No. 63359
I'm really thinking of bumping some other threads. Can stand the heartache of seeing this on my daily rounds.


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63220 No. 63220 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [Last 50 posts]
Camp Misty Lake.

The first and only Summer Camp in all of Gensokyo.

Every year, for three years, this Summer Camp invited many members of the community in Themed Camp Events for an entire month of play.

This year, the theme is...

... Birds.

The camp is so popular that even tales of girls going missing every summer will stop people from coming to these events.

[ ] Aya

received her invitation in the mail. How could she pass up the Reporting Adventure of a life time! Aya prepared her finest bathing suit...
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>> No. 63282
- [ ] Late Night on the Lake with Hatate and that protag-ish dude
- [ ] Tokiko reads her book in a tree.
- [ ] Rin investigates the camp.

Take your pick, folks! Next one gets it or most votes gets it, whichever I notice first!
>> No. 63283
- [x] Rin investigates the camp.
>> No. 63284
And platemask's story death toll rises another tally.


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63098 No. 63098 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Iz quick story, because this board is slow and I felt like it. It should be a quick little adventure, then back to my other stories.

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You are a Maid Fairy (one of the tough Red Uniforms). You are Blonde, Blue eyed and, though flat as a pancake, your hips are to die for.

Why? Because the author likes 'em like that.

You, being a Red Uniform, are of High enough rank to serve Tea directly to the Residents of the Mansion.

You have been tasked with serving Mistress Flan her Favorite Mango Tea.

She lives down the hall and to the right, through the library and through the dungeon.

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>> No. 63229
[X] And a proper gentleman does NOT grovel!
[X] Nor a proper boyfriend!
>> No. 63230
[X] Then you'll have to be my boyfriend!

>>63219

There is nothing "pseudo" about this hiatus. It adheres to the exact definition of a hiatus. Just sayin.
>> No. 63231
>>63230

Ah, but normally when someone declares hiatus, all votes cease! Declaring it in such a way guarantees it won't end up like that!


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62415 No. 62415 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Thread 1: >>61559
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I cannot, in good conscience, sentence one of my subordinates to certain doom. Nor can I let a... friend of mine be diced up by friendly fire, no matter how much she may freak me out at times.

This only leaves one option, cramped though we'll be.

I grab Nia's wrist, dragging her along even as I fling myself at Koa. The specifics are lost on me, but our corkscrew dive leaves us all on a lower bunk, Koa on her side below me (oh god all of her she's so soft), me flat on my stomach atop her, and Nia completing the pile on my back.

“Scrunch up!” I order, trying to draw my legs up so they're not dangling over the foot of the bed; unfortunately, with the fairy/devil sandwich I've placed myself in and how I'm on my stomach, I can't quite manage to get both my legs underneath the top bunk's protective barrier. Koa has a bit less trouble with that despite being taller than me, by virtue of being on her side, which lends itself well to letting her curl up.

I'm stuck listening to the bladestorm falling on our heads, knives thudding dully against wood and bedding and fairies too, if the pops of them being annihilated is anything to go off of.

“Oh shit oh piss oh gods oh hell,” Nia squeaks, latching so tightly onto me that it feels like she's trying to glue her body to mine. “Don't you roll over I swear I'll kill you if you roll over don't throw me out of this bed.

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>> No. 63095
>>63094
Why are you bumping a thread that hasn't been updated in over 3 months?
>> No. 63109
Oi, Sights, getcher ass back in here, boy!
>> No. 63351
SIGHTS YOU GODDAMN FUCKBOY COME BACK ;_;


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23932 No. 23932 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
You move before thinking, the whip twisting in your hands even before you can see its arc in your mind's eye, reactions trained by years of fighting. The whip wraps around the demon's throat, no small feat on a creature of that shape.
"Get over here!" You yell, yanking on the whip as the demon's eyes register slow shock. Marisa finally notices the hulking thing bearing down on her, shrieking and hopping out of the way just in time as the demon blunders sideways, crashing to its knees, stubby fingers trying to pry the whip from its neck. The grey flesh smoulders and wrinkles under the whip's touch. You tighten your grip.

"Hold it there for a moment!" Marisa shouts as the demon tries to get to its feet, trying to launch itself at you. A smaller foe would simply meet your knuckles, but you doubt a mere blow to the face would slow down a titan of this size, even from your practised fists.
"Whatever you're doing, hurry it up!" You shout back as the demon lumbers forward, roaring with what little breath it can draw through its constricted airways. You leap out of the way, dropping the torch and wrapping the slack of the whip around your fist, tugging harder and bringing the demon to its knees again.
"Here!" Marisa hurls something through the air, a glass vial shattering against the demon's head, spilling a tiny amount of thick red liquid over its bald, grey skull. The demon sniffs once, then frantically claws at its face, mewling and shrieking. You release the pressure on the whip and slip it back to yourself as the demon starts frothing at the mouth. It pitches head-first into the dirt, twitching and spasming, death throes lit by the flames of your torch next to it on the ground.

Marisa bounds over to your side, eyes still unfocused, pupils dilated.
"Cool huh? Agla-"
"Later, Marisa." You assure her. You're curious about why a witch should be carrying such potent demonological chemicals and potions, but now is not the time to ask. Your gaze snaps back to Youmu and the remains of the demon-pack. She has felled or crippled most of them in mere moments, her sword-work second to none, but s
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63006
>>62990
>>62991
>>62992
Bloody hell, this thread is five years old, people. Well done, big hand.

Yes, I'm alive and healthy and still an admin on THP. I just don't have the time to write here these days because I've spent the last few years training my powers in an isolated hut deep in the forest. I'd like to do some more CYOA work once I have a couple of novels published.
>> No. 63007
>>63006
The Legend...
>> No. 63008
>>63006
Noice


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59702 No. 59702 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
>[x] ...I got nothing. Help me, Clover!

I stop mid-sip and rack my brain, coming up empty. Damn it, Applepicker, think.

"...I have no idea," I admit. "But--but why is it my job anyway? I mean--"

"Because you're the man!" Clover insists, thumping the table with her palm. "You're supposed to be all seizing initiative and being bold! In charge and all that!"

"...Clover, that's stupid. Really, really stupid. Have you seen her?" I ask pointedly. "Do you really think I'm in charge of ... anything?"

"Excuses!" Clover shouts, sitting on the edge of the table beside me. "And besides, it's not that you're a man--"

"Not what you said," I grumble.

"--It's that you're her man." She pokes a finger at my chest (right in the geta-shaped bruise, though I'm too drunk to feel). "You don't think a dragon likes being swept off her feet?"
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>> No. 63005
>>63004
>I'm not sure if you're actually The Fallout Writefag

Well I can't prove anything unless I had a Luna Dial to go back in time and acquired a trip.

>thanks for writing the best story of this site.

I had at least as much fun writing it as others did reading it. Just wish I had contacted IRC to copyedit/proofread some parts. And the best story on the site was Retrospective and Astronomical Narration.

Forgot my sage up there. Sorry for fagging up your thread TTSC. You said you had a Rumia story?
>> No. 63092
Dear Daiyousei,

Please raise this story from the dead.

Thanks,
Anon
>> No. 63285
I still have some faint hope ;_;


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62708 No. 62708 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
[x] Get Mystia to sign a contract.

Remilia scratched her fang. An opportunity like this was begging to be taken advantage of, but she would have to be careful. Fate was monstrously unpredictable. She liked to give the impression that she could bend it to her will, but in actuality she was little more than a secretary, sending it the occasional note that it may or may not pay attention to. When it did, it was under no obligation to work in her benefit, and if there was anything that brought down fate's ire, it was someone trying to game the system to their advantage.

She could do something minor, though. Fate didn't seem to mind minor pokes and nudges, if they were spaced out appropriately.

"Sakuya, my fate-papers and fate-pen."

"Yes, milady."

A hidden pouch in Sakuya's apron held the paper Remilia reserved for fate contracts. There was nothing exceptional about it, but it helped make the whole affair feel more special. Remilia took the papers and walked back towards Mystia.

"Food's up," Mystia chirped, and presented them with two bowls of grilled eels over rice, chopsticks sticking out of them. Remilia thanked her own brilliance that she spent so much time farting around in China and Japan, so she knew how to use these effectively. Sakuya was halfway to scooping up food with her hands when she saw Remilia pinch the chopsticks between her fingers and followed suit.

Remilia took a bite. It wasn't bad at all. There was certainly a unique terroir from the food around here.
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>> No. 62867
>>62866
作家さんは、今次はどうなってるのかを決めようとするって言ったよ

おとなしく待つしかない
>> No. 62903
Your characterization and style of writing are absolutely wonderful. This was something that I had looked forward to every week, please don't let it die.
>> No. 63352
This story will come back. Don't ask me how I know. Just know that everything's going to be okay, okay?


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62434 No. 62434 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
"I'll admit, probably not the best first impression," Remilia said.

"Culture shock, milady," Sakuya said as she licked her thumb, then pinched out the small fire smouldering on Remilia's cowlick.

Wherever they were -- Gensokyo, Remilia thought, she was certain she'd heard that name -- they had very different norms around here. Instead of rightfully submitting to a powerful and wealthy family of vampires, they sent someone who kicked her butt.

"Anyway, it seems we can't simply brute-force our way into the politics around here." Remilia tousled her hair, shaking out the last bits of ash. She watched in the mirror as Sakuya combed it as neatly as she could on the short notice.

"Do you know what plan B stands for, Sakuya?"

"Business?" Sakuya said.

"It stan-- yes. It stands for business," Remilia said, deflating before she could even puff up. "They might be able to rival me in magic power, but we have a cellar full of gold."

The Scarlet estate had gathered quite an impressive collection back in Ardennes. They had found the perfect location -- too much of a hilly backwater to draw attention, right on the periphary of the wealthier duchies full to bursting with sweet, sweet trade goods and filthy lucre from France and Germany. Every so often, a trade caravan would wander a little too close to their estate, and then disappear. They had a wonderful collection of furniture, wine, pottery, a modest seed bank, wine, jewelry, and wine.
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>> No. 62707
[X] Invest in the stand the normal way.

Let's not fall into a siren trap. Let's also not abuse our fellow youkai, they'll make much better allies than enemies.
>> No. 62715
Thread 2: >>62708
>> No. 62719
>>62715

Thanks for posting the link! New thread has been claimed in the name of the Scarlets.


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