The Scarlet Mansion has never been known as a place brimming with adventure and intrigue. Aside from a major blip in the building's history it is one of the most depressing places to be- if not the most. Residing in the Scarlet Mansion is an unbearably monotonous existence and this fact is most evident in its library. The undisputed, most boring room in the mansion. Large bookshelves stretch for miles each filled to the brim with mint condition books. Old and new and while the variety of knowledge nestled into them is enough to keep the average person preoccupied till the end of their natural lifespan. You'd probably start to hate the sight of paper before you got even a fraction of a percent through all of the books available. However, in an act of divine intervention to prevent those stationed in there from completely losing their minds, the library is the only section of the mansion subjected to a semi-regular occurrence. Being robbed. Every now and again a blonde, sticky-fingered, miscreant, dressed in a black hat and dress with white accents almost like a prisoner, will break into the library and attempt to swipe away some occult secrets hidden away for her own nefarious deeds.

Today is one of those divine days. Where Marisa the Miscreant- the black cat in some circles makes her attempt at stealing some white gold. Sitting on her flying broomstick her index finger drags across a row of book spines in searching for one in particular. Her finger stops and her hand yanks out a white-covered book.

"Stan Sevens' Grimoire of illusions. Just-"

"The book I was looking for." A hand reached forward into Marisa's view and snatched the book out of Marisa's grasp making her head swivel to look behind her. There, floating behind her, was Patchouli head to toe in faded pink clothes with rich purple hair, dawning the classic tired stare of all librarians. Though in her defense, after shifting through as many books as her it would be nearly impossible to be able to show a shred of energy in your eyes. Though she was not only tired in a general sense, clearly, she was also tired with Marisa's antics as well.

For the best experience, play this while reading/singing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lgkE264Ib4

You step into a room, wearing a black tuxedo with a formal white shirt and black bowtie. The room is dark, with only the
source of light being a spotlight focusing on a grand piano in the middle. Calm and composed, you sit down on the bench in
front of the piano keys, crack your knuckles, and begin playing a few notes just before beginning to sing

"This one is for my one and only true love,
Hong Meiling"

♫ Meiling, you're so cool
And if a dra-gon, then you rule ♫

♫ Meiling, understand
I'm gonna love you 'til the very end ♫

You continue playing, as you vividly paint many images of the chinese gatekeeper in your head.

♫ Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
I love you, oh ♫

♫ Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
I love you, oh ♫

♫ Sakuya, Patchouli, and a Scarlet Sisters too,
A thousand gods and youkai couldn't keep me from you ♫

♫ Hong Meiling, at the end of the line
I'll make you mine! Oh! ♫

♫ Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling, Meiling
I love you, oh ♫

Then, all hell breaks loose as you pratically start screaming the lyrics to your little love song

♫ MEILING, MEILING, HONNNNNNNNNG, MEIIIIIII- ♫

Until you suddenly break down into a coughing fit. The spotlight turns off as all the other lights in the room turn on.

"Why did I make this?!" You ask yourself as you recover from your coughing fit "This is so stupid! Just...why?!"

"It's better than the other song you wrote about Meiling." Your friend, who's dressed more casually says as he holds the
lyrics to your previous song "You just sing about how much you want to hug and kiss Meiling in it."

This causes

Quick TLDR: Team 9 join the Scarlet Army to play a war-game. Problems will be solved through teamwork as everybody is good at something (Sonic heroes is a good reference for this), mood is light-hearted.

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9:30 in the summer-morning.
Garden of the Scarlet Mansion

Today is a good day, except for the few individuals that are stuck standing in line behind the Scarlet Devil Mansion gate, they are too far away for the walls to give them cover against the sun. Said walls are adorned with posters of a certain devil pointing at whoever looks at them with an “I want you!” sort of recruitment line to potentially increase the numbers of soldiers that come. Of course, those who did apply or were drafted are now having a good time NOT since short of the beautiful flowers on the other side, the beautiful red mansion on the other side, with its nice wet water fountain at again the other side, there’s nothing beautiful to look at here that isn’t grass or a bunch of tents made nearby. What a way to treat those who will fight for you in this dumb so-called ‘war’.

“Ten-hut soldiers!” A woman dressed in a black army dress, brown boots and a small beret on her long red hair speaks up in front of a few soldiers. With her well-muscled body, she walks back and forth in front of them at a controlled rhythm, like she’s warming up. “Today is a glorious day, for you brave girls have been drafted to join the side of the victors! And though I may have only 3 days to meld you all into the perfect soldiers, do not fear! For you are all under the supervision of the Rainbow Dragon, servant of the Scarlet Devil Hong Meiling!” intro done, she strikes a dignified pose as if to show off but in reality! she’s using the opportunity to scrutinize her recruit’s responses.

“Bah, as if I need that. I’m already the strongest there is!” one of the four girls replies with a cocky smile and a fist thumped to her chest. Her blue hair and blue ribbon on top are put together in a clumsy way, to the point one hair sticks out in the middle, not only that but she lacks a uniform, wearing only her normal blue dress and no shoes whatsoever. “Throw me at any challenge and you

Author's Note: Hey! I'm new to this so please excuse my writing. That being said, this is a 1st person POV, starring (mostly) Cirno and Meiling while they go on adventures. Thanks for reading!

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Sky's blue. Lake's blue. Eye am blue!

I touch down on the ground and run up to Hong Meiling, gatekeeper of the freaky place with the freaky people. "Meeeiling!" I shout, snapping her out of her nap.

"Huh? Oh, Cirno? What is it?" Meiling yawns, though the sun is just starting to set.

"I was thinking, cause I'm so smart, that there is a lot of blue. Then I thought, everything is blue because they copied me!" I shout. "Can you believe that!?"

"Cirno, my eyes are blue but they've been that color since before you were born. Blue is your color, but no one stole it, 'kay?"

I puff my cheeks. Meiling can be so dense sometimes. "No!" I shout. "If I'm blue, and I'm the strongest, then everything must be blue because I conquered it! That's it!"

Meiling crouches. "Ah! Guess what, I just remembered that the Mistress wants you to join us for dinner tonight. You're welcome to stay over for the night too."

"Oooh! Cool!" I clench my fists. "What are we eating?" I watch as Meiling smiles. I feel like I forgot something, but it probably isn't as important as mysterious food.

A chuckle comes from behind the gate. "My, Meling, I would have thought you'd forgotten."

Meiling looks over her shoulder at the maid. "Hey, Sakuya-san! I was going to get her soon but since she's here I thought I should tell her."

Sakuya shrugs. "Very well. Come along, Cirno-san."

I look over to Meiling and whisper, "Isn't she being a little close?"

Apparently it was loud enough for Sakuya to hear, cause she made this weird face when I said so.

Meiling offers a hand. "Come on, I'll guide you inside."

I grin. "Thanks, Meiling!"

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Options on what should happen next?

She stared into my eyes with naked desire. There was no stopping her.

It had begun with a sigh, world-weary yet empathetic. Just moments earlier we had been happily chatting away to while away the night. Drinks were a matter of course. The intimacy of her boudoir was disarming; the plush cushions threatened to suck one into a state of complacency while the red velvet material offered an almost ticklish kind of stimulation. The evenings we spent together all invariably became casual and relaxed.

Sakuya had joined us that night—a sign of things to come in retrospect. She had happily let both her mistress and I do the lion’s share of the talking and only interjected every now and again mostly to curb the vampire’s rhetorical excesses. For the most part she had spent the evening observing, nodding silently and occasionally smiling. Whenever she did engage in a subject for more than a few sentences it wasn’t the abstract past that Remilia was so fond of talking about but rather about the more recent events of the days and weeks. In other words: largely the time we spent together.

We all sat apart in a circle of chairs and furniture. I was on the narrow sofa while Remilia and Sakuya sat on chairs opposite one another. I had declined the offer of another drink because I already felt that my wits strained. There was no need to try them further and risk a slip of the tongue. I told myself that I took pride in my dependable composure. Sakuya had one of her few drinks of the night, staring at the melting ice cube intently.

“It needs to be now,” Remilia said after sighing. There was no doubt that she was drunker than the rest of us. She had had a few more than everyone else. Still, she seemed to sober up fairly quickly as she became serious.

I nodded, understanding at once what she meant.

Wordlessly, she put down her glass and stood up. Remilia managed to keep her poise as she took the few steps to where I was and sat down next to me. There was limited space on the dainty sofa. Not that it mattered. Remilia overlapped me in places, her arms swinging over my shoulder and a leg straddling my own. It wasn’t just the upholstery that tickled bu

Kagerou crouched near the mermaid, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. Not exactly an easy feat when your nails are as sharp as claws. She brushed away the hair from her face and kept at a quieter, flatter tone in order not to upset the mermaid any further. “There’s no reason we can’t be nice to each other, right?” she started clumsily, not quite getting my advice. I held my tongue, as it were, for a while longer.

“I am nice to everyone,” the blue-haired girl mumbled and avoided eye contact. A more courageous person might have expressed their offense more starkly or, at least, been able to meet Kagerou’s gaze. But she was intimidated and unsure of what to say or do. In other words, she was unlikely to talk much and definitely wouldn’t share her secret.

“Part of being nice is trusting that the other person will also be nice,” the werewolf said, not really making a very logical case. She lacked the charisma and magnetism to get away with improvisation. Still, the way she said it was a marked improvement from earlier. She actually sounded empathetic, if not actually respectful of the mermaid’s mental state. “I’m not really good at making friends,” she confessed, making a little joke at her own expense, “and I think you just saw why. That wasn’t very endearing, was it?”

“It was scary,” the mermaid blurted out. Having said the first thought that crossed her mind, she seemed to get embarrassed by the admission and covered her mouth with her hands. She mumbled a quick apology, “sorry, that was rude of me.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Kagerou chuckled and was as unsubtle as could be, “honesty is also part of trust. And friendship.”

“Yes, we’re true friends because I freely tell you what I think all the time, wolfy” I said, because… well, I couldn’t really help myself. I knew she couldn’t say anything either or betray her emotions towards me—the mermaid would pick up on something that obvious. “Get to the point,” I told her, “you can keep lying about being an enlightened individual in front of the mirror later.”

I just didn’t want her to trip all over

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

[] Boy

[] Girl

Of

Choose apparent age: 11-15

Years. That’s what happens when you're a vampire you guess, though you only have yourself as a reference. You brush your-

[] Blonde

[] Pale lavender

Hair into place. When you’re done with that you bring out your

[] two pairs of thin and crystalline

[] see through and bat-like

[] muscular and multi-flapped

[] other

Wings and begin to groom them as well, you’ve never shown them off before, but you’ve always been proud of them. Satisfied with the result you grab your

[] Whatever silly hat you want befitting a Touhou

And step out of your hotel ready to

[] Meet Yukari Yakumo, the mysterious lady who told you about your sisters

[] Head to japan, and find the gateway to “Gensokyo”

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Welcome readers, to a little CYOA I thought up and wrote down. It’s my first time in the driver’s seat so I’m obligated to tell you I have no idea what I’m doing. Any input is appreciated as well as participation. I hope I have what it takes to keep an active reader-base here.

At any rate standard rules for CYOAs apply, write-ins are encouraged, vote combining is fine, discussion motivates me. you know, all that stuff.

Oh, by the way would you prefer English or Japanese honorifics? I'll be using english for the first part at least because you're not yet in japanese lands, but if you have a preference please let me know.

One day at the scene of a fire, the Derp found the perfect Wars. That was the day it became Derp Wars.

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That is not dead which can eternal lie about whether or not it’s dead.

Is this the longest-running-yet-still-active unfinished story yet?

Now with the same amount of Koishi it always had!

~

As the gate closed behind her, Kagerou paused and let out the smallest of sighs. She stole a quick glance backwards and found that the gate guard was still smiling, watching her with with arms akimbo. The guard nodded at her, her green cap slumping forward a little as a result of the gesture, as if to urge her on in a friendly manner to keep on moving forward. Kagerou obliged and steadied her resolve before starting again towards the building ahead.

The path ahead wasn’t very long but there was plenty to distract a wandering eye—chiefly the large hedges and flowerbeds that were in full bloom. Kagerou looked somewhat amazed at the variety of flowers and the many different colors on display. Some of these floral patches had been arranged in such a way as to make a pattern. Most were simple geometric shapes or checkerboard design but there seemed to be a few that were meant to be objects or animals. Those were further away by a large fountain so it wasn’t easy to discern at a glance. At any rate, the smell was positively lovely and a soft breeze carried the delicate perfume quite well.

If she had any desire to stop and look (or smell) closer, she hid it well. Her gaze stopped wandering as she neared the doorway and instead she looked expectantly at the dark and thick wooden doors. She had just reached for a grotesquely heavy-looking brass knocker when the doors began to swing open with a groan. A pair of small girls dressed in smart short-sleeved uniforms stood at either end; fairies dressed in the typical warm-weather uniforms of the Scarlet Mansion greeted her with a smile.

“We’ve been expecting you,” one of the fairies said and beckoned her in with a casual wave of her hand.

“Yeah,” the other fairy added, “follow Ana here and she’ll take you to the Mistress.”

Kagerou nodded and began to follow the fairy. She chose to stay silent and slyly looked around at the luxurious atmosphere within the manor. Lots of polished surfaces and dense and expensive-looking bits of wood and stone were decorated with everything from simple patterns to frescoes and carpet. She saw grand staircases and equally imposing corridors with a myriad doors lea

[x] Straight to the underground! Resolve the problem directly!

You might as well go straight to the underground! But the problem is how? “So. Flan,” you address her. “How exactly we are going to the underground?”

She just shrugs. Welp. This incident may be more complex than you think.

“Well, well, well...” Suika points to a very conspicuous well in the corner of the shrine grounds. “You could always take the well down. Reimu and I made an elevator of sorts. Well, it’s more like a hellevator. Hahahaha! Hah. Ha... anyway. We made it in case another incident like this ever happened.”

“As expected of Reimu!” She’s an experienced incident investigator. She would know. She’s prepared!

“...All Reimu did was tell me to dig and somehow it worked out.” Suika shrugs. “So, yeah. Just hop in the well and get on top of the bucket and it’ll take ya to the underworld.”

You hop on and squeeze inside, sitting on the edge of the bucket. Flandre sits on the other edge. “It’s... kinda cramped.”

“If Reimu can fit, you two definitely can! Not that I’m saying she’s fat.” She snickers to herself. “Oh, also. A note of advice. People may seem scary in the underground, but you can tell what kinda person they are by the look in their eye!”

“...Eye?”

“Aye.”

Suika traces a circle around her chest with her hands. “Even if his or her eye is... somewhere else.”

“A third eye? Like a triclops?”

“Something like that.” Suika throws down the lever, wheeling you down under.

“But why a well? And why a bucket?”

“...Don’t ask.”

You descend down the wellevator... hellevator thing. The light from the surface eventually disappears, replaced by a faint glow underneath your bucket. You can still see where Flandre is, if only because of her glowy eyes. So that makes you feel better. “Ya ready to solve this incident, Flan?”

“Yeah,” her voice echoes around the confined walls of the well. “This is fun.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the adventure, Flan!”

“Leo