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‘It’s terrible! And even with my powers, there’s nothing I can do about it!’

‘Clearly, it’s an affront to my sister’s entire existence. To both of our existences, even!’

‘I… I see,’ Sanae said, scratching the back of her head. ‘I can understand why that’s a problem for you, yeah.’

‘Couldn’t you help us?’ Minoriko asked, her eyes wide and pleading. ‘Maybe with you and the Moriya Shrine vouching for us, we could convince her to change her mind.’

Sanae looked away, her lips curling into a grimace. ‘Changing Yuuka’s mind? I… I think that’s impossible. You know how she is, don’t you?’

‘Impossible?’ Shizuha folded her arms, the anguish on her face shifting to annoyance. ‘Aren’t you the shrine maiden who performs miracles? How is anything impossible for you?’

‘Yes, but, well, you see, for a miracle to happen, there has to be at least some chance of the thing occurring naturally…’

Shizuha’s frown deepened. ‘Of course there’s some chance! Reimu has made her change her ways and behave several times! Are you sure you’re not just scared to–’

‘Be-besides!’ Sanae interrupted, ‘Lady Kanako said that I shouldn’t do work for other deities than those of the Moriya Shrine. And, I have errands to run for her, actually!’

‘I don’t think this…’ Minoriko started to say, but the shrine maiden had already hurried off down the path. Sighing, the harvest goddess turned to look at her sister. ‘Urgh, that could’ve gone better. I’d have thought the Moriya representative would show more determination.’

Shizuha nodded. ‘Right! This does not promise much good for the Moriya Shrine, if their shrine maiden cannot…’ She trailed off into silence. After a few seconds, her resolve broke, and she fell to her knees. ‘Oh, Minoriko, what are we going to do? Even the Moriya Shrine is too afraid to challenge Yuuka. How can we possibly win against her?’ She slumped into a sitting position and began to sob.

‘I’m sure it’ll be alright,’ Minoriko said softly, kneeling down beside her sister and wrapping her in a hug. ‘There are many powerf

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It’s a quiet day, as I like. There are many ways to pass the time, some very exhilarating, others collected. Mine is often associated with the former.

I puff a hit of smoke from my pipe, my pride and joy. Smoking isn’t what I’m referring to, though. That’s very much the latter.

No, the pastime that I prefer and give to the people of this land of Gensokyo is that of gambling. In this room suffocated by my pipe smoke there are many Youkai of all creeds who roll dice, draw cards- and some even bring in tiles on occasion. The regulars are tengu, kappa, and various other miscreants that live on this cutely named Youkai Mountain. I’ve taken residence in my own little corner called the False Heaven Shelf for so long that people who come to play don’t even remember my species, though that’s not their fault. Over the ages everyone began to look closer and closer to humans in appearance, until one day I noticed that my own robes were filled by someone I didn’t quite recognize. Not the worst thing to happen to a mountain hag.

The changing times didn’t stop anyone from enjoying foolish risks or having luck be in their favor, no. I would say it let them enjoy their pastime more than before, treating those human compulsions like their own. The only changes now are remnants of the world we left behind appearing on occasion. Nothing so grand as lost writings or treasures. We’re the kinds of people to look for western card games or new house rules for games on hand.

A couple weeks ago, one of these house rules came into my den. It was a funny little thing at first, just an old hanafuda game called Koi-Koi. Seldom played in my view, the many Youkai decidedly considering it too juvenile for them to participate in. Quite ironic to hear coming from the diminutive kappa, with their upturned heads planted on oversized packs. I thought it no more than nostalgic novelty to see the hanafuda cards broken out, with the preference for western playing cards over the last decades.

What truly caught my eye was when they suggested different house rules. They would shorten the game length from the original twelve rounds to just three. Twelve represents one year, like how the cards of hanafuda

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I remind myself of Koi-Koi. Specifically with this few rounds, I need to close out each round fast. No need to try and get a lot of cards for more points, nor wait for a really good set to show up. There is no waiting that can happen here. If Kicchou is doing the same,

Looking at my own cards I have an alright hand in terms of the value of the cards, but the field has only one match right now. Hard to find a set I could make with that.

Actually, on second glance, I have a very defensive hand that could score me well if I play it right. Four of my cards are chaff, a low scoring card meant for gathering ten to close out a round fast, but the other four are of interest. The deer is part of a three card set worth five points, so is the poetry ribbon, and the blue ribbon. The real standout is drawing the cherry blossom curtain, part of a two card set.

It would be good if I score off of that last one this round, but the other two rounds might not be so fortunate. I could focus on gathering chaff for quick sets. With only three rounds, though, Kicchou could get lucky and find the same hand I have now, putting us at even or worse.

“Hm,” I hear from behind me. Inubashiri is trying to act like she isn’t hovering around, but woefully fails at doing so.

“This isn’t a game of go. Sit by the dealer if you wish to watch,” I scold the hound.

She shuffles by the tanuki girl as Kicchou makes her first move. She takes a blue ribbon from the field, a sound play to take high value cards from the field first and foremost. I can rest easy knowing that I have the last in that set, however. She draws a cherry blossom poetry card from the deck but doesn’t have a match on the table.

Looks like my best play will be going for the poetry ribbons, since the last one is still on the field. It’s only too bad I won’t directly take it. Just holding the cherry curtain puts me in a dominant position for multiple high value win conditions, so Kicchou will look to close the round with a fast and low score if she doesn’t have something of her own.

“So what is the point of this?” Kicchou asks, turning her eyes up to me while I read her. She keeps her cards tight to herself as s

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It's been a while. If anyone even remembers, I'm the writer of A (Lion-)Dog Among Gods (>>/youkai/31590). I semi-recently talked about my wish to revive that story and my troubles in doing so (>>/gensokyo/17495), and part of that effort is going to be starting off with a small, generally related project. I have something of a direction in mind, so it hopefully won't take me forever to write something, but I'm also not going to promise daily updates or anything that wild. This whole thing will amount to a handful of short updates with no choices. I'd still appreciate it if I got some kind of commentary or discussion.

Don't mind if events or circumstances described clash with what's already been depicted in Lion-Dog.

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Sorry for the delay, I went to sleep right after posting. I know that you said you don't expect answers, but I read through everything again and I'll give it a shot at feedback, at least on the characters side:

First of all, Aya. She properly reads as a journalist trying to follow a story, keeping some professionalism which I'll admit, it's not something I see about Aya often portrayed as. Personally I like that. Even if seeing Aya as a nosy reporter can be funny sometimes, many take it too far making her seem outright shameless and annoying to read.
On the other hand, I don't see why is Aya doing this. I suppose that the meta reason probably is to do a recap of what happened with the other story or to serve as a follow-up, but as a character I can't see if Aya is doing this out of curiosity, out of concern for Reimu or without a reason other than just making new issues for her newspaper.

From what little dialogue Kasen has, she's par for the course for what I expect of Kasen.

Aunn I feel sorry for. I can feel the sadness in her and I want to give the doggo a hug. About the part about Reimu feeding her so little scraps, to me it feels like an attempt of proverbially kicking the dog, maybe even an attempt at comedy that doesn't land. Either that, or wanting to paint Reimu as the bad guy of the story, which also makes sense or else there would be no conflict for the story to go on, but I feel it makes the character of Reimu feel negligent, uncaring and/or unappreciative of Aunn's work and for me, that feels off. I don't mind seeing Reimu as a kind-of-a-jerk sometimes, sure, but I don't see her as the kind of person that would be abusive towards one of the only people that actually cares for her and the shrine.
I know this is lampshaded in the closing part of that update and may even be a fabrication on Aya's part, but I had to point it out (again, please keep in mind I haven't read the original story).

Marisa is the only one that feels off to me, but you already addressed that one.
Personally, I think Marisa is the kind of person that cares a lot about the people she.. uh... cares about, but is too proud to admit

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I really love the picture you've been painting with these entries. I'm a sucker for "quiet catastrophes" in the general case, of course, but I'm also enchanted by the way you seem to hit this teetering balance of comedy, tragedy, and simple matter-of-factness. I get the feeling that things are in some sense poised to change, but that nobody can really say when they will—each character has her own reasons for behaving as she does, but there's that gap of powerful subjectivity between them that keeps things from getting out in the open and shaking out to a resolution. It brings the setting to life in a way that makes you feel like you could wander in it for weeks or years and not know exactly which one it was.

In a more technical sense, I think the varying viewpoints here circling around, but never actually reaching, Reimu herself really adds to the sense. She's the person that Gensokyo really revolves around, and at the same time she's the one that always returns it to that state of the "empty center" that's core to traditional Japanese aesthetics and philosophy. So this is something like an inversion from the usual pattern—a quiet spiral inwards, rather than a lively acceleration outwards. It's a feeling that I think is very important in a general philosophical sense, and very underappreciated, too. The subtle but insistent imagery—antiques and curios; fish bones; rice cracker dust; fallen leaves, acorns, overgrowth, and wild animals—gives it a creeping aesthetics of sabi shading into outright decay that tickles me to the core.

Sorry that I haven't been able to comment earlier, but it's really great stuff. Keep up the good work!

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Thanks. It's always nice to feel like someone 'gets it', even if I'm not that certain of the finer points. In particular, I guess I hadn't so much included the imagery of wear and decay consciously as much as out of a personal aesthetic choice. I appreciate you highlighting it.


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Kiketsu Plushie Investigation Audio Log:

Are we doing this? Really doing this? I mean, Yachie's the boss and all, but they're a child's plushies!

...

As Asami, he-who-manages-Reimu, first of his name, put it, "Yes, shut up, and don't leave the file anywhere you-know-who might find it." Which is absolute fishbait. I don't know why she's suddenly so touchy about the plushies now. Everyone knows the girl loves those things, and she's still willing to dive into the pile when nobody's looking. Maybe the old man found out and teased her about it? Or the crafting goddess? (Sure hope the boss knows what she's doing working with that psycho.) Whatever. Beyond my paygrade.

What, you want me to call her "the miko" all the time? I know that's the cover story, but this is an internal file! Nobody's going to see it!

...

Fine, whatever. You're the boss.

Entry 1 - Genjii:

This one was the easiest one to verify. Our miko had dreamed up a turtle plushie with a beard, we check out the surface, and lo and behold, the Hak- what do you mean we're not using the name? Our miko's never supposed to see this file anyway, right?

Whatever. Anyway, the future youkai shrine has a giant youkai turtle of the same type, complete with beard.

Anyways, Genjii is absolutely our miko's favorite plushie. He's the one she insisted on taking with her when Yuuma attacked, and she loves him to bits. Like, literally to bits, the boss has had to patch him back together several times. She doesn't actually play with him as much, and when she does, he comes out on top, but he's the first one she'll cuddle if she's feeling down, and especially if she's scared. Though she tries to hide whenever she does it these days. It's a pity too, pushing her around on top of Genjii when she was tiny used to be a blast.

Interestingly, Genjii's also the only male plushie in the bunch. Which, taken at face value, means that he must have been the most important man in her past life.

...what? Look, you asked me t

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I'm quite liking the dynamic between Greg/Kiiro and Chen near the end, there. Both of them think they're the big sibling, so to speak, and therefore need to protect the other from Tsukasa/Yukari. Greg thinks Chen is a 'brave little thing', Chen thinks of Greg as her little brother.

Not sure Yachie would ever be willing to so much as be in the same room as Satori. Yukari might consider it for Ran's sake, though.

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Seeing as how Yukari was 'asking', rather than telling, I'd also be inclined to think she might have been asking about the ICs. Only thing is, a secret 8th IC might be a bit of a jump compared to Tsukasa poisoning his mind against the Yakumos. Not that much a jump, considering there's already 7. But still not necessarily the first thing she'd think of.

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another thing that might've been discussed was Reimu's own attempt at Shikigami that she mentioned to Kosuzu and Mayumi on the way to rescue Yumemi...

that ought to be an interesting discussion if she ever brings it up.

and on another note: I wonder how it would have gone had Greg not been kidnapped here, especially if he recovered his memories after Yukari had made him a shikigami.

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So, the rule I'm using for this is that the initial awakening requires some sort of shock related to your past life. This is why Kiiro awakens upon seeing Yukari, not upon reading Akyuu's scroll. He didn't grow up in Gensokyo, and his memory of the Urban Legend incident is very different from what she would have written.

And this is relevant because for Greg specifically, the beginnings of the shikigami ritual would qualify. Which means that in the hypothetical world where Yukari tries to make an unawakened Kiiro into a shikigami, he'd awaken on the spot and completely freak out. The ritual probably blows up in everyone's face, and I think a very confused and upset Kiiro would make a run for it.

With all of that said, without the kidnapping, things would actually work out surprisingly well. The reason this Kiiro is so hostile towards Yukari is that he has no positive memories of her to counterbalance Greg's extremely negative opinion. If you take a Kiiro that actually grew up in the Yakumo household, he'd have a decade of seeing Yukari as part of a loving family.

Admittedly, awakening Greg's memories is always going to cause a certain level of fear and concern towards Yukari, but a non-kidnapped Kiiro would be very well equipped to stand his ground. Between Kiiro's childhood with R/R Yukari, his bonds with Ran and Chen, and his own personal knowledge of how R/R shikigami work, odds are that he'd get over the cross-dimensional grudge and decide that the Yukari he knows isn't the one that Greg fears. It would take a bit longer for him to get over the fear emotionally, but he'd work at it, and in time they'd put it all behind them.

But despite that, Kiiro probably never actually becomes a shikigami. Even if Greg intellectually understands that it's a completely different ritual with completely different rules and a completely different Yukari, it's just a step too far. He can't do it, even after reconciling.

Also, odds are that Kiiro awakens before him being a shikigami is even on the

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This thread will contain supplementary scenes and stories to the main Redo/Reimu story. Not from the main character's perspective, but from others. These are not CYOA; merely a response to the events of the CYOA itself.

This and the next two shorts will be epilogues to Reimu's arc, and they'll be attached as extra chapters to Reimu's arc on Ao3. Let's start by getting a peek at a certain other jidiao's mental state, shall we?

Current Main Thread:
>>/th/206017

Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu >>/th/205449 >>/th/205720

Or read the story archive on Ao3:
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Huh, so that was what the Myouren temple background for Kosuzu would have been eh?

That would have been an interesting set up, big sister Orin for Youmu, and Aunt Orin for Kosuzu at the same time...

I don't suppose there will be a chance at rescuing some Keiga prisoners from Reimu's and Kosuzu's end eh?

glad to have gotten some Orin time here.

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I always love scenes of two characters just talking about something other than business. This was nice...

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Orin had a brother, huh?


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Post your entries for the exhibition >>/gensokyo/17524 here.

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In a world where there are more yokai than there are humans, death is uncommon. That isn't to say it doesn't happen; animals need to eat, outsiders are preyed upon by yokai that need human flesh, and older humans passed on from natural causes. Gensokyo is a small world, and with it, a small amount of death. This leaves Eiki ample free time to lecture people about their vices and how to improve them. When she does, they usually don't follow through, which leads to more lecturing. Outside of trying to help others, Eiki would occasionally give a day to reflect on her actions. Her ability to determine right and wrong and the crystal mirror that can reflect one's past allows her to judge herself without bias. The reason why she has been able to remain patient with people who haven't improved themselves is because she recognizes that she also does it as well.

Like everyone else, Eiki is a creature of habit. Her occupation as a yama made her well aware of this fact. She witnesses her past actions and sees all the errors she could have avoided. During these times of self-reflection, a sense of bitterness would stir her heart. She knows she can do better than this, but like anyone else, changing a habit or your way of behaving is a challenge that even gods struggle with. Whenever that feeling of inadequacy began to form, Eiki would change from her work uniform into a more casual attire and take a walk to gaze at the scenery.

Her walk eventually led her to the village. As she enters, Eiki notices something off. The humans didn't seem different, if quieter than usual, but the atmosphere tugged on Eiki's heart. Something wicked is taking root in the heart of this village. It's what she believed, but what she sees in front of her challenges that belief. They were all good people; not a single one of them deserved to go to hell. In her heart, Eiki should be soaring seeing this, but she couldn't let it slide. She recalled some of these people; she'd lectured them before, and their disinterest was palpable. There's no way they could have turned over a new leaf so soon. Can they?

"...Perhaps I'm being pessimistic." She tells herself. &quo

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“Oh, it’s the same as last time?” she asked and immediately betrayed a most childish displeasure. It’s the sort that makes cheeks puff, lips curl, and eyes widen and turn to the heavens as if to highlight her suffering so that the universe would fully witness it. The act also highlighted her deathless youth, as the roundening of her facial features combined with her eternal pallor reminds a casual observer of a bright moon on a chilly winter night. The grains of rice that git stuck to her chin and around the corners of her mouth as she munched vigorously (despite the nominal protest) added some greyish-white contrast—their effect was not too dissimilar to lunar mare.

Such thoughts did not, of course, occur to the target of the complaint. She was much too used to her mistress’ peculiarities and, besides, was too busy concentrating on passing the remaining rice balls to her to think about much. Years of service, however, had trained the retainer to be attentive to the wants of her mistress. So an automatic question, one made without really thinking about the particulars of the situation, sprung forth from her lips, “Is it not to your liking, Lady Yuyuko?”

“It’s not a matter of whether or not it’s to my liking,” Yuyuko frowned, pausing from chewing her afternoon snacks. It was then that she noticed the errant grains of glutenous rice stuck to her face. There was no modesty on display as she picked them off with her fingers and then stuck them into her mouth. She let the individual grains roll around her tongue as if they were sesame grains. She, in fact, was thinking that the rice balls could have done with a touch of toasted sesame for texture’s sake. But she didn’t vocalize that complaint, since she knew it would only distract the girl. Yuyuko had long since lost track of the amount of times she had given what she felt were clear instructions only to see the girl fumble about.

It might be worth clearing up a little misconception before proceeding. Though the world at large sees the girl—her name is Youmu, incidentally—as an earnest servant and something of a personal attendant to the capricious Yuyuko that is just something that

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Eirin Yagakoro has received many compliments for her competence in the medical field. Even before the start of Eientei, the lunar capital higher-ups have always held her in high regard. I still remember those moments when, even with their advanced intellect, those Lunarians were baffled by the rate at which the doctor managed to solve her cases. It’s no surprise that the commoners of the Human Village would often have their minds blown away by her, to the point that they accuse her of witchcraft. I heard that modern medicine was the closest thing the outside world had to magic, so those villagers were not wrong, in a sense.

Our time in Gensokyo had provided us with a long list of cases, many of which were basic complications that even a Lunarian rabbit like me could solve, more often than not there were cases where the presence of the doctor was very much needed, as without her, there would be no other individual that had enough experience to solve such cases. One of which, still hot in its trail, was the case of the ninth Child of Miare.

It was an interesting case. In a time when bodily damage was often caused by magic bullets, clients with real, natural sicknesses were deemed as slightly above average in terms of their severity. A twin-tailed little girl came at me during my duty hours. Her yellow apron, along with the red and white dress, was unharmed, with little bells adorning her hair. I thought about the likelihood of a human girl surviving in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost at that time, but the questions vanished as soon as I saw the daughter of Fujiwara in the corner of my eye. She greeted in formality before leaving the girl with me.

I leaned down from the registration desk, bringing my slender bunny ears to the girl’s height. “Hello there, young child. How can I help you?”

“Hello, Miss.” She bowed down. Her tone was one of unease, though, she tried her best to hide it. “This is Eientei, right? I heard that there’s a professional doctor here, I want to meet her in person.”

“Sure thing,” I pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer and clicked the pen in my hand. “What’s the issue?”

The girl hesitated for a second. “I’m afraid it mi

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Please post your entries for the exhibition >>/gensokyo/17300 in this thread.
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She extends her hand to the butler, strapping it to a metal device wrapping around her forearm. His gloves grazes her skin as the Jidiao rests her head upon the wooden counter, peeping her rival with her peripheral, the inaba herself has completed the preparations before her. After making sure that the device is safely locked, the butler shows her an injection needle, its tubing branches from the inside of the mechanical jaws.

“The chemicals will be injected directly to your veins, more specifically, your median antebrachial vein.” The butler says as he wipes her forearm with an alcohol swab, aiming the needle into it. “You’re not unfamiliar with needles, aren't you?”

“Seldom, I have no issue with it.” She points to the strapping device. “What are these cuffs for?”

He picks the double-sided tubing into her attention. “Aside from holding the IV tight, it serves as the switch mechanism, a valve between the tubing that decides which chemical will go through the needle.”

The butler presses the cannula into the device's plug, pushing its needle and locking it in place. Yachie feels a brief pain as she watches the elastic small pipes being connected to her body. Now, both Yachie and Tewi are locked into the machine. The wide screen in the middle walls activates, displaying the following statistics:

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Current wager: 20.000 yen, 1 mg

Yachie: 120/80
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The light travels through the room, crossing through the liquid as it passes the glass of iced water. The tired Jidiao and her subordinate rests their body upon the wooden counter as they wait for the butler to prepare the third round.

“Coffee.” The pink-dressed Inaba requests. “Hot coffee.”

The butler replies as he picks a coffee pack from the back shelves. “On it, Miss Tewi. How about you, Kicchou?”

Yachie glances at her previous drink, untouched from the previous round. “Another iced water, use a jug this time.” She presses her neck with her fingers.

The butler doesn't question anything of her request, going to work on it immediately. Yachie flashes a smile, looking at the well-mannered Inaba before her subordinate obstructs her view.

“You—” The Sarugami bites her tongue. “You don't have to do this, Yachie.” She clenches both of hands, looking down. “This whole mess is my problem. I— We shouldn't risk your life because of this. That rabbit, I underestimated it at first, but her luck is… It's real… As if the world bends at her will.”

Yachie peeks at the Inaba, taking a sip from her cup of coffee as the butler serves her request. Not long after, the butler comes with the Jidiao's request, bringing a jug full of iced water. She stares at the drink, seeing the reflection of an exhausted leader, blood tracing from her nose. She uses the sleeves of her light blue shirt to wipe it.

“Let me tell you something, Biten. You’ve maybe heard of it, this is before you joined our faction.”
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Beware, for here be a dragon! Many brave and powerful adventurers challenge the new master of this cave, but none have proven successful yet. In this lair where all see their last, where did their eyes fall upon before their demise? Some would look up at the ceiling that once had numerous stalactites, now smoothed out by his hot flame. For others, it was the walls and ground littered with treasures from their homeland or foreign lands that they have never seen or ever will. Most saw the new master, Money the Red Dragon, as their final sight. 
 
In his current human form, he wears clothing decorated with gold and a crimson-red cape. However, his more beastial side is shown by how damaged they are after he fought the gods of the marketplaces and by his flames. His eyes are golden with slit pupils, poised to kill anyone who enters until he sees it is merely an unarmed human. A hint of divine magic dwelled in her pouch strapped to her waist. Whatever is in there, it's his now. He focused on the human before him.
 
Her hair is as pitch black as her eyes. She wore a dull, almost bland outfit as if attempting to appear humble. The smile on her face went from ear to ear, and the wrinkles near her eyes showed that it was genuine. An unarmed human who's excited like Money gets when he makes his pile of treasure bigger. Humans were usually weird to him; they got angry at him as if he took something from them, but he had a feeling this one would take the cake.
 
Perhaps it's the blood loss or how odd this woman is, but he didn't react when she took her first step into his lair. He stares at her with bored interest while comfortably indulging in his treasures. She glances around, not giving the gold a second longer of her time before looking elsewhere. It was then when she saw the pile he was lounging on, that her eyes settled. She looked up at him and bowed.
 
"Greetings, Money, the rich and powerful." She says it in near-perfect English. "I am Tenkyuu Chimata, the most esteemed and humble merchant in all of Japan."
 
"State your reason for being here, human." He orders
 
"Why, I heard a being from a foreign land h
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GENSOKYO INVADED BY ROWDY HUMANS!! THE END OF EVERYONE’S PEACEFUL LIVES?!

13th July, 2---





Recently, a species of human not native to Gensokyo arrived and began causing chaos among not only the youkai but the humans of the village as well. They can be identified by their distinct clothing: A patterned button-down shirt (resembling an expensive kimono worn to a festival), light-brown short pants with huge pockets on the sides, wristwatches, white shoes, and expensive-looking sunglasses, typically black but possibly large multicolored ones that cover a third of the face.

These humans have been reportedly causing significant disturbances, such as climbing property and jumping off of it, yelling for seemingly no reason, fighting one another, and even trespassing.

Many youkai and humans have complained to the Hakurei shrine maiden, asking her to do something about this seemingly non-magical incident.

“A bunch of ‘em climbed our house, shaking the walls and making a mess inside!” a trio of fairies whined.

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WHITE BOY SUMMER BABY!!!!!!!

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Today is your first day out there.

On the lifeless side of the moon that is, it took training after training personally overseen by the great Watatsuki no Yorihime before you were even deemed capable of guarding a large expanse of nothing but white rocks here, white rocks there, and would you know, even more white rocks.

And to be honest, you don’t get what’s so special about it. Sure, you technically are one of the very first frontiers any invader would have to get past in order to even have the opportunity to head further in. But any human or other force with such motives haven’t been seen since you were born and so you don’t really posses the general paranoia or outright eagerness most of your comrades have to risk your body and soul in rightful combat against the ‘filthy’ sinners bound on Earth.

Not that your opinion matters (nor did you lack the self awareness to actually share it) to anyone but your fellow moon rabbits that is. That was a mistake however when you found out the next day that you were now scheduled for extra history classes since clearly you’ve said that due to ignorance.

That aside, the real reason you’ve gone and joined the Lunar Defense Corps was because you can’t cook and you don’t want to sprain a muscle pounding mochi for the rest of your life either.

And you don’t have the guile and patience to kiss ass in the capital amongst the Nobles as a servant.

Hence the only option left was military and so here you are, now tasked with patrolling this empty landscape for a bit, all on your own fort the most part. With nothing but your trusty bayonet as your companion and no other fellow troops to notice or berate you for humming as you walk about.

After all, if anything remotely suspicious happened to come within your vision. You could simply send a psychic message to the mental network shared between all moon rabbits. The implication you’d still have to deal on your own with whatever was worthy of an alarm...is best left alone.
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Above one of the many rivers in Gensokyo.

Day 1 of the Amanojaku Hunt.

0530 Hours.


The first light of dawn brought with it the promise of a storm and a shape that seemed to herald it.

It hurtled through cloud and air like a goddess of vengeance, perhaps like the one prophesied to bring divine retribution upon whole civilizations by the peoples who lived far higher.

This was no divinity, though, and certainly not one of weather. If anything, there was something slightly demonic about its appearance. Her to be more precise, as the one in flight is a woman.

The woman bore two stumplike white horns, each one the size of a small stone angling left or right on top of her skull. The hair atop was painted a natural black, with the occasional red flock here and there alongside a final highlight of greyish white at the front. None of it went further down than her shoulders. A blessing in disguise, for the white dress with gray, red and blade spade patterns she wears was scuffed, slightly burned and even frozen in some places. The sandals she once had were lost and even the upside down blue ribbon she usually wore at her waist was firmly attached to one arm in the form of an improvised bandage. Still her red eyes were filled with life and on her face was an ungainly smirk as she occasionally looked behind herself in order to dodge a projectile.

A projectile or one hundred that is, all the size of a small blue bullet and going almost as fast as one. The one responsible for shooting them being her pursuer, another girl with brown hair decorated with a magenta headband and clothes consisting of a white shirt with lilac accents, a purple bow on the back of her waist and finally a black skirt with purple zig zag patterns on which her fingers linger and strum in order to create more and more bullets that all fail to hit or singe their mark.
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Misty Lake.

Day 1 of the Amanojaku Hunt.

0600 Hours.


She didn’t need to wait long for the arrival of the next goon.

Then again, she willingly entered a terrain known to inhabit many of them. Aquatic youkai and fairy alike, dodging the tail slap from one that belongs to the former category, Seija snaps a picture of the water turned into bullets that comes her way before landing with ease on one of the smaller islands.

“What’s this? Are you trying to outlast me?” asks Wakasagihime, a woman with dark blue hairs and eyes, small fins for ears and a frilly green leaf patterned kimono which fades to teal at the bottom. Her tall blue grey tail whipped back and forth in a smug way at the thought, like a dumb mutt Seija thought but still she didn’t answer the mermaid. “Sorry to say, but timeouts won’t be an option!”

“Nah, just figuring some things out.” Seija replied with cheek, tone meant to convey the little truth as some lie. Both of her hands were on the camera, one any resident of youkai mountain would notice belongs to the tengus. The fact it erased any bullet that it got a picture off was something anyone could understand. Hence the mermaid was trying to use banter time to think of another plan.

She wouldn’t get the opportunity if Seija had a say in it. And she did, by shooting an array of arrow shaped bullets at the mermaid again. The mermaid however acted as fit of her namesake and simply delved deeper into the water to evade both the bullets and the sight of her opponent. Whether the rumors of her becoming stronger the deeper she goes is true or not, it still gave an advantage.
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