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Scratch that, update!
You frown internally. She's acting rather shady. “Who am I? Who are you?”
She smiles cockily. “I'm Marisa Kirisame, the Ordinary Black Magician.” She says it as though it were a title. An impressive display of confidence, but that doesn't excuse her actions-- you've got a sneaking suspicion that she's here to steal.
“Right. Why are you here?”
“I'm 'borrowing' books... ah! I see now.” She grins wildly and lowers her voice to a conspiritorial whisper. “That's what you're here for as well, right?”
Is... Is she accusing you of being a thief?
“It makes sense; you put on those wings to fool the gate guard and fairy maids into thinking you're a vampire-- nice job on those, by the way, I almost thought they were real-- sneak into the library, and tada! All you have to do is avoid Patchy and the rest of the household! It's genius! How would you like to be my apprentice-ze?”
You're silent for a moment, split between indignation at being accused of larceny, distaste at this girl's actions, and confusion over her offer. Distaste wins.
“Oi, Patchy,” you call out, and Marisa flinches. “Could you come here for a minute?”
A few moments later, Patchouli floats over, looking slightly annoyed.
“What are you yelling... oh.” Her annoyance shifts to exasperation as she spots the witch. “It's you.”
Marisa falters for a second, then grins. “Heya, Patchy. Guess what-- I found a thief.”
Patchouli levels a flat stare at her. “I only see one thief, and she's wearing black and white.”
The blonde shakes her finger, reminding you of your father. “for the umpteenth time, I don't 'steal', I 'borrow'. You can have the stuff back when I die.” She stops, and looks between the two of you. “So who's this guy?” Her eyes widen excitedly. “Don't tell me--!”
The violet-haired sorceress frowns. “Whatever you're thinking, stop. This is Wallachia Scarlet, Remilia and Flandre's elder brother.”
Marisa's eyes narrow. “You're shittin' me-ze.”
Patchouli rolls her eyes and sighs. “No, I am not 'shitting' you.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Huh.” The witch relaxes a bit. “Whaddya know. A brother. Nice to meet you... Wallachia? Too long. I know!” she puts her hands on her hips. “I'll call you 'Wally'-ze!”
“No you will not.” That name is reserved for your family and Patchouli.
“Whatver you say, Wally.”
You groan in exasperation. You might not win this one. “Screw it. Call me whatever you want.”
Marisa's grin grows wider. “You're not that bad of a guy, buddy. So,” she says. “When's the party? 'Cause if I know Remi, she's gonna annouce you to the whole of Gensokyo. And if she doesn't, I might end up blabbing to Aya.”
You still have no idea who 'Aya' is, but... “That sounds like a threat.”
The witch shakes her head. “Nah, more of a fact. I don't really keep secrets that well-ze.”
“Oh. By the way, who is Aya?”
“Aya Shameimaru,” says Patchouli. “The crow tengu who is the writer, photographer, and editor of the Bunbunmaru newspaper. If she gets her hands on a story, she'll write whatever she pleases, so it's best to get an interview. That way, you can somewhat control what she says.”
“That's about it,” agrees Marisa. “So, back to what I came here for...” she hefts the sack at her feet (it's probably filled with books), and grabs a broom leaning on the shelf next to her. “Nice meeting you, Wally. See ya-ze!” She jumps on the broom, and takes off with a whoop.
“Hey, wait!” You call out, but she's gone. “Dammit.”
Patcouli sighs, and starts to move off. “Excuse me...”
You turn to her, slightly shocked. “You're just going to let her steal whatever she pleases? Why?”
To your surprise, the sorceress grins a bit. “Because I want to see where she goes.”
“Huh?”
“When Remilia caused the scarlet mist incident, Reimu and Marisa broke into the mansion. Reimu fought Sakuya and Remilia in order to take care of the mist, but Marisa defeated Meiling and came into the library to steal books. We fought, but my asthma was bad, and I lost.” She's talking faster, and more excitedly. “A few weeks later, Sakuya and Remilia went to visit Reimu at the shrine. Flandre picked that day to come out, and I was trying to herd her back to her room, when Marisa pops up, determined to steal again. I was in excellent shape that day, so I dueled her again, thinking I'd win. I didn't. Then Flandre shows up, and challenges Marisa to danmaku. And against all odds, Flandre loses.” She coughs a bit, and her smile grows slightly wider (it's still a faint smile). “Marisa is incredibly powerful, and she shouldn't be. She's a pure-blooded human, has only a sliver of the natural talent one usually needs to become great, a rather flaky attention span, and uses mushrooms-- mushrooms-- as catalysts. But with sheer bloody-mindedness, hard work, and a powerful magical artifact, she's at my level-- or higher.” She looks at you, and her eyes are almost sparkling. “I'll never admit it to her face-- her ego is swelled enough as it is-- but she's a genius. So I let her take what she wants, because I want to see where she goes with that knowledge. So far, I haven't been disappointed.”
[x] "That doesn't excuse thievery."
[x] Actually, now you're a bit intrigued.