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By any account at any glance, it was Suzunaan’s most extremely ordinary kind of day. The sun, she beamed joyously; the wind sang softly outside and never brought inside the early winter chill. The scratchy tones of a phonograph - needle bouncing along the grooves of a chiptune record - and that pleasant kind of bookshop dust sweetened the air behind the curtained door. A handful of customers sat or stood in this corner or that corner (or were Sekibanki, bravely striving to look cool and intellectual by being in both at once and another besides, while appearing to read all at once books by authors with strange foreign names like Haideggaa, Kirukegooru, and Kamyu). Every single one of them had paid up their late fees and returned all their outstanding books.

Kosuzu whistled softly as she sorted out the ledgers and worried about when, exactly, it was that the hammer would fall. This was the kind of perfect day that usually only happened when some kind of mean sucker punch was hiding behind it.

She eyed Komachi, idling in the comedy aisle and giggling like a girl half her age (how old was she? … maybe half of half of half her age?) at an Outsider manga about being Emperor instead of the Emperor, or some such thing. Kosuzu had long since written off the books loaned to the shinigami as gone for good. Dropped in the river, maybe, or perhaps just made off with.

That assumption had turned out somewhat ungenerous, and now Kosuzu was in possession of an entire year's worth of unexpected late fees. Only slightly less generous was the subsequent assumption that this was a sign of some unwholesome scheme.

Komachi continued to flip pages, too absorbed in it to care about petty, worldly concerns like being forty-five minutes into a fifteen minute break… but if she was doing some surreptitious wrong other than that, there wasn’t the slightest sign.

Sekibanki was looking up from her books to see if any of the other customers were appreciating how intelligent and philosophical she came off.

Mamizou was flipping through back issues of the

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[X] Went over to join Shinmyoumaru's conversation with the chicken god.

Shinmi time.

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I have joined this quest after noticing that nobody commented on Shimmy having a Shadow of The Colossus bossfight against a Giant Bear.

I am disappointed in all of you for not acknowledging her rightful glory.

[X] Went over to join Shinmyoumaru's conversation with the chicken god

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[X] Gave one of the games a try

I DON'T KNOW WHY,


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Lord, I have been at this for a while, now. New thread for THP, and the word count increases on AO3. I sometimes wonder if this is a form of insanity? Am I insane for enjoying my hobby?

[x] Fine, drag me away for all I care. Id love to see you come up with a better idea.

“If you so wish,” Ran replies in kind. She walks behind me, knocking on the door out. “Guardsman, two out.”

I can hear Kaze mutter something or other on his side, breaking open the door for her. Seija casts a curious eye, deciphering what my partner will do now.

I begin to aggress against my partner as she turns back to me, “Now, listen here, you can’t just–“

She ignores my words, catching me by the collar and tugging me off of planted feet. I stumble behind her, doing my best not to entirely fall over. A string of obscenities come from my lips every few steps as I struggle against her grip.

Kaze gets the door behind us, brows curled up in complete disbelief at the show we’re putting on. Ran strides out of the building, towing me along like a labor animal, before tossing me outside on my ass. A puff of dirt spills on impact, some of it sticking to my shirt. I flap the dust away from my notebook and pen, still clasped in my hands before being dragged.

Ran towers above me, looking down on me with the midday sun shading her face. “In what capacity do you expect teaching her to result in positive outcomes?” she pointedly questions.

I pop back to my feet, challenging, “I can’t say I see what the negative outcomes are, either!”

“Then you clearly lack the imagination intrinsic to most humans.”

“Maybe I’d have an easier time predicting things if my lovely partner would share her thoughts more!” I complain to the stubborn fox.

“Your ‘lovely partner’ considers the knowledge that you could impart to be of existential threat in the hands of that particular amanojaku.”

I blink a few times, utterly baffled by the assertion. “Ran, you’re being way too dramatic! ‘Existential threat?’ I was teaching her absolutely basic mechanics not fucking quantum entanglements.”

She nearly sneers at my comeuppance, “Perhaps you need to be

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>>45350
tbf isn't alice the one doing explosions?
>what Alice is doing would be considered domestic terrorism
>>45352
i haven't actually gotten to any official stuff with seija so i kinda wonder why she's above ground if she's really that much of a trouble. just "no i'm not going down there lol"?
>even herself if left to her own devices
>So much bark
but maybe it's also fair to say she'd be in much more trouble there? at least how she is presented here.
i feel clueless and there's questions to ask. like, what for/how was she locked up in the first place? we must consult dasshi for her infinite wisdom. or...

RHETORIC - She has given up on any pretense of emancipation and revolution, reducing herself to a squalid existence of petty nuisance and crime.

AUTHORITY - Put her in a hole and let her fight for her life.

we can just be mean.

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[x] Something a little more nuanced. (Write-in)
-[x] Seija's not generally dangerous, but her presence destroys the air of comfortable familiarity that otherwise pervades Gensokyo.

That's just my understanding of Seija in general. I'm unclear as to why this question is being asked at this point in particular, and why it's worded this way. Is the implication that Regis's response to the question of whether Seija should be sent back to jail already will be to state his opinion on what Gensokyo in general should think of Seija?

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[x] Seija is just as normal as any other Gensokyan. Why she gets the different treatment is beyond me.

“Is this some sort of test, Ran?” I prod. “The day is far from over, and we’ll see Seija plenty more.”

“A Youkai’s riddles are not made in the intent of insult. Do not disparage it as such,” she deflects. A finger lifts out from her sleeve, pointing at Seija. The girl is still fleeing from Alice, but here and there I see her attempt something with the strings tied to her knuckles. The doll she conscripted is lying limp on the ground, likely having its own connection to her severed. Then what is she–?

Chen jumps from my arms, morphing from the diminutive cat to a human, and skirts to the outside of Seija and Alice’s scuffle. She doesn’t act from there, simply observes.

I side eye my partner and query, “Something wrong?”

“Potentially. She is reassurance, not the solution.”

“But you question…”

“Yes?”

I pause for several moments. She’s asking me, but she also already said the answer doesn’t matter to her. What’s her reasoning, here? A Youkai’s riddle? Something in confidence? And even besides that, how the hell do I explain this without sounding like a total anarchist?

“Ran.”

Golden hair turns in my periphery. This time, I point at the group.

“What do you see there?”

“Chen, Alice Margatroid and Seija Kijin in conflict with one another. Chen is ordered to take out Kijin at an opportunistic moment, not interfere with Margatroid’s advance. You are to say this summarization is inaccurate?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. To me, I see three girls causing a ruckus, for lack of better phrasing. A common sight in Gensokyo, from what I’ve learned.”

“This is to answer my previous question?” Ran asks, tilting her head further into my vision.

I grunt, “Not exactly. What I’m thinking is… this is normal. Isn’t this what Gensokyo is all about? Troublemakers making trouble? I don’t see how Seija is any different from the rest. More than that, I don’t see her being someone that could rock the boat. From what I’ve read in the papers, she was only really a b

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It’s new thread time! That means I can be proud to be doing this fanfiction than longer is probably considered healthy! I love strange obsessions!

[x] No need to make her do something she’s not comfortable with. If I have to nix the idea then so be it.

What am I thinking? Stray thoughts like that are begging for trouble. I need to read the writing on the wall and tell myself that Wakasagihime doesn’t want to do whatever she’s thinking, so I shouldn’t ask her to.

I lean over to the mermaid, and mumble in reply, “Pretend I never asked, then.”

I return to my position, leaving her some personal space that I’m now terribly conscious of. She doesn’t seem too taken by my statement. If she’s thankful, it doesn’t particularly show on her serene, if not placid, smile. If she’s for whatever reason disappointed… well, no. No, she wouldn’t be disappointed to not do something she admits to being embarrassing.

Nor is this something that I should linger on. Ran and I couldn’t wrack our brains for a whole day on how I could travel underwater, but that doesn’t mean I need to chomp at the bit when a convenient answer shows up. We already vetoed so many other ideas for how much I’d need to ingratiate myself to someone or other, this would be arguably worse.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge myself from internal waxing. Wakasagihime seems somewhat confused by my act, but doesn’t question it.

She does, however, ponder, “Are you sure?” Her concern is clear to see. It’s that of a samaritan who barely knows the line between selfless giving and reckless altruism.

“Yes, it’s not that important. If I really start dying of curiosity I’ll ask around,” I try to dissuade her, waving off the notion entirely. I need to at least try and learn from my mistakes with Kogasa. First and foremost, don’t debase my client whenever possible.

“V-very well…” she allows. Was my first impression two weeks ago so bad that she expected me to immediately agree?

I don’t dare to ask. I choose to instead pick my journal up from the dirt, pencil at the ready.

“Now onto the main point of today,” I start, “I’m here to learn about

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[x] “Fine, drag me away for all I care. I’d love to see you come up with a better idea.”

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[x] “Fine, drag me away for all I care. I’d love to see you come up with a better idea.”

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We've come to the bottom of the page once more. I wonder how many notebooks we've filled by this point?

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Reimu frowned at the liquid in her cup. Others would have tipped it back without complaint, but five-sixths full wasn’t full to her. She looked up at Yukari. “Hey, Mom! Get some—!” She slapped a hand over her mouth in realization.

“Oho?”

Ohohoho?!”

“‘Mom?!’” everyone said in unison.

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>>45249

You do realize that both of those are simply facts of life for writers, right? I've also had some pretty depressive moments in terms of confidence in my own writing, and I absolutely know that there are parts of USiL I could have written far better.

This really is just a fact of life - when you're writing a first draft without the ability to go back and edit, you're going to make choices you wish you could undo. I've never had a story where this didn't happen, and it's always frustrating - you just have to live with it and keep writing.

And for the record, outlines may or may not help depending on what kind of writer you are. It's worth a shot, but I know I personally can't stick to one to save my life.

Just remember that people are in fact reading what you're writing, and they care enough to comment that they hope you keep going. You're not a bad writer, Maxis, you just need to keep at it until you figure out what you're doing with your characters. If my own efforts are any indication, you'll eventually find a point where your depictions of Yukari/Reimu/etc. have solidified into something within the range of canon but just a little distinct, a touch of uniqueness that makes them your characters, and you'll find writing and planning a lot easier from there.

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>>45250

I should elaborate on my reply: When I said "how much I appreciate," I meant somewhere between "quite a bit" and "a whole lot," and I definitely did not mean "not at all" or less.

Also, I'm not upset as in a-word-meaning-sad, I meant as in "I'm furious with myself for letting this happen." "This" meaning I let Reimu's ability and personality of floating infect the plot when it was just supposed to be in the narration. And when I tried to correct it, just like Reimu, I got suckerpunched by an unexpected danmaku/Yukari saying "I'm adopting you."

And don't worry, I don't think I'm a bad writer; in fact, I have the opposite problem where I KNOW I'm a GREAT writer, but I just make bad decisions (egomaniac)! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M DOING; I'M JUST SCREWING IT UP!

And! It's hilarious. You'd have to meet me in person to truly, TRULY understand, but I really wish I could get across just how upset-but-actually unbothered I am. "Screw it, we ball," is the only way I can think to describe it, but it's not enough. That and my image. Come Hell or high water, I'm gonna write a Reimu and Yukari relationship I like a lot more than the inspiration! Also, I was gonna say something about Jerma, but I don't know how to word it exactly, so...! There!

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The day after Reimu visited Aya, Kasen came stomping up the shrine steps. The shrine maiden winced at the furious look on the hermit’s face. “H—”

“YOU FLEW INTO THE TENGU VILLAGE?!” she roared.

Reimu felt like she was facing down a tiger, but she still had to defend herself. “What?! I didn’t even do anything!”

“YOU FLEW… INTO THE TENGU… VILLAGE!”

“What’s the big deal?!”

“Reimu, do you even know how incredibly territorial the tengu are?!”

“N-no, not really…”

Kasen put her face in her bandaged hand and sighed. “Did you learn nothing from Ms. Kamishirasawa as a child?”

The shrine maiden ground the toe of her shoe into the stone pathway as she stared at her other one. Reimu didn’t feel like that was a very fair thing for her to say. She could read and write. And she knew how to exterminate any youkai.

“Not only that,” Kasen continued, “but you fought the guards!”

“They were in the way!”

“Of course they were in the way! Do you know what a guard is?! Do you even know what a guard does?!”

She looked away ashamedly. “N-no…”

“What? I can’t hear you when you mumble.”

“No. …I don’t know what a guard does.”

Kasen’s face went from angry to shocked. “Are you serious…?! Did nobody teach you these things?” When the shrine maiden didn’t respond, she continued. “Didn’t your parents explain anything to you?” At the word ‘parents,’ the girl’s lip started trembling, and a sharp pain pricked at her eyes. “Reimu? Are you alright? …I… I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Kasen reached out to her, and she swatted her away before rushing back toward the shrine. “R—! Reimu! I’m sorry!”

The girl threw herself into her futon, wondering why she had to be punished just for doing what she was told. She felt a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Reimu. This is my fault.” She turned to see Yukari sitting beside her, leaning on one of her hands.

“You

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Somewhere in the southwestern district of a city, derisively called the Human Village by its less-than-human visitors and inhabitants, where willows grew along the canal, there lived a terrifying youkai. She stalked the canal's banks, her long neck's grip breaking not one bone, her many heads not letting anyone she met escape her nightmare-inducing gaze!

She was...! She was... bored out of her mind.

"What a waste of time... Where is everyone?" Sekibanki said, irritated, to no one in particular, leaning on a tree, arms crossed.

This week was truly the worst she had in her recent memory. It started, like always, with the worst torture ever created - part-time work in the service sector. Well, alright, it wasn't usually that bad. The cafe was in a nice neighborhood, the family that owned the place were nice enough not to bother her with pleasantries, and the pay was good for a waitress.

But it seemed that everyone was out to get her that week. Whiny brats that kept spilling tea on her work clothes, nagging grandmas that would talk all nine of her brains out, meatheaded ronin that kept trying to add her to their bodycount one way or the other, barely disguised hick youkai that kept breaking dishes with their totally well-hidden tails and tentacles, barely sane hick humans that kept unnerving the customers with their nonsense about the staff at Yagokoro Clinic injecting the newborn with tiny metal bugs that only they could see, dorky wolf-women trying to get her into their secret sewing club or whatever, and so on! Made her blood boil just thinking about it.

As she wasted every last mon of her hard-earned pay drowning her sorrows in food and drink, she got an idea. She would end this week on a good note, and do so in a way that was proper for the Rokurokubi Horror - going all out in her horrifying glory! Sure, it would be a few weeks ahead of schedule, but Sekibanki has done this before and rarely got into trouble for it.

So, when the Rat's hour came, she got to her favourite spot under a large willow tree, just some forty ken to the north from her house, and waited. And waited. And waited...

Nearly two hours passed since
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First, I'm never against write-ins. I just make a note when having them is most apropriate.

Second, apparently this never came up previously, but the heads' range is limited. If Makoto won't go too far, then Sekibanki could have her cake and eat it too, but if she will go somewhere outside Kimon, it will be a hard time following her. Sekibanki could extend her range, but it will make it hard to focus on anything but that long-range head.

In any case, I'll extend the voting time untill this week's Sunday, GMT.

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Thanks. It's good to know about the range. My previous vote still stands though. I don't think splitting up is a good idea.

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[X]Follow Kokoro inside the bar and ask around. While she had the captain's good graces, it was a golden opportunity to get information.

{X} Ask Kogasa to keep watch outside. She did have two sets of eyes, after all.

Would be bad if one of us will disappear.


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Previous thread hit sage limit, but I also forgot to post the update to a new thread, so an accidental double post it is.

[x] Cirno the ice fairy

“… Cirno the ice fairy,” Patchouli answers.

“Alright, then let’s train her up to fight Meira,” I continue naturally for a moment. My brain does a double take and I realize what was just said, pondering, “Wait… what do you mean Cirno won?”

“It was rather startling, but yes, she won,” Meiling confirms. “Shameimaru didn’t seem to put in much effort, and underestimated Cirno.”

I cajole with a wave of my hands, “I still don’t think I understand how that’s supposed to happen. I see it everywhere that fairies are supposed to be the bottom rung of Gensokyo, but she won against a tengu?”

“Nominally, you would be correct,” Patchouli notes, seated lamely waiting for her next chance to read. “Cirno is an odd fairy, however. You studied her, I imagined you would understand her potential better than I.”

“Don’t be a bastard,” I spew. “I knew she was strong, but I thought Shameimaru was some kind of famous tengu?”
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[x] No need to make her do something she’s not comfortable with. If I have to nix the idea then so be it.

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[x] No need to make her do something she’s not comfortable with. If I have to nix the idea then so be it.

Honestly, being given the choice NOT to do it when Wakasagihime clearly isn't too comfortable to do so just makes it rather clear to not do it. Besides, we already kinda messed up with Kogasa and it's a lesson to take to heart.

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A double update?! No, a new thread! It it time for us to leave behind the chapters of the rainbow warrior and the forgotten umbrella. Let us remember them as we go into the next chapter's journey with the mermaid.

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[x] Apologize to Suwako, explain, pull Byakuren aside.
 [x] ...to talk about the booze.

Tragically, perfect, refined solutions would need to wait until all crises were under control. In fact, what I needed now was a… ‘solution’ that, frankly, disgusted me. I nudged Byakuren aside, took a deep breath, and I…

I bowed to Suwako. I bowed deep and firm, like a subordinate apologizing for a screw-up. And worse, my speech followed suit. “My deepest apologies, dear goddess. The mastermind of a kidnapping kerfuffle had sought to ensnare your shrine maiden in her schemes. I have chased that scoundrel down and confined her within my domain, but when Sanae wished to contribute to her punishment, I could not in good conscience deny her.”

Byakuren huffed, annoyed further that I had pushed her away. But Suwako hummed, her desires shifting from protection to confirmation. “And this mastermind was…?”

Reading the faintest ebb in Suwako’s tension, I rose to a far shallower bow. “Lady Futatsuiwa, I’m afraid.”

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With this, Flustered Masquerade comes to its close. I hope people enjoyed reading and voting on it. I fear I've not done the story justice in its later updates, but hopefully the ending is at least adequately satisfying.
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An ending is still an ending.
Thanks for writing.
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That felt a little abrupt, but I also prefer an ending to an unfinished story. Tojiko taking huge L's here. Didn't even get a chance to try and steal Byakuren. Lol

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Moving on to the next thread from >>43483

By the dragon himself, how has it been over a year already?
Thanks for sticking around, folks! Hopefully I can make this chapter 3 congeal into something good soon enough.



[x] Just ask the god that’s always around there for help.

“So what’s the first thing you’re going to say when we get up there, Tanner?” Mokou asks me as the dirt road fades into a set of stone steps.

I’ve gotten used to walking enough that I’m not overly winded, but there is a slight shortness to my breath in conversation when climbing up the steps.

“Well, isn’t it enough to just ask for help finding the frog god?” I reply.

“She is not a god of frogs, Tanner,” Ran notes.
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[x] Cirno the ice fairy
>"Are you the strongest because you're Cirno? Or are you Cirno because you're the strongest?"
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[x] Cirno the ice fairy

“… Cirno the ice fairy,” Patchouli answers.

“Alright, then let’s train her up to fight Meira,” I continue naturally for a moment. My brain does a double take and I realize what was just said, pondering, “Wait… what do you mean Cirno won?”

“It was rather startling, but yes, she won,” Meiling confirms. “Shameimaru didn’t seem to put in much effort, and underestimated Cirno.”

I cajole with a wave of my hands, “I still don’t think I understand how that’s supposed to happen. I see it everywhere that fairies are supposed to be the bottom rung of Gensokyo, but she won against a tengu?”

“Nominally, you would be correct,” Patchouli notes, seated lamely waiting for her next chance to read. “Cirno is an odd fairy, however. You studied her, I imagined you would understand her potential better than I.”

“Don’t be a bastard,” I spew. “I knew she was strong, but I thought Shameimaru was some kind of famous tengu?”

“Famous for annoying others,” Meiling touts. “She taunted Cirno before turning her back to her opponent. Cirno grabbed her chance to show Shameimaru how foolish that was. She stabbed Shameimaru with one of her icy wings.”
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So I may have been told that we hit the bump limit before posting the update. I went into autopilot while posting, so the update is going to be on the new thread as well to make sense of the votes.

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The thread in question.

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The veil had fallen.

Someone was bound to pick it up.

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>>44510
Game over for Hito
the rabbit caught him
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You could say that the rabbit has landed
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I actually read that as the outlaws being Kaguya & Eirin.
The in-law being maybe Reisen?
Or Tewi?
But those are just guesses.

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He apologized first to the girl. “Sorry,” Kigaku mouthed to Kyouko.

“Sorry,” she echoed as the prophet bowed in shame.

“No—um. It’s alright. Really.” The book-girl shrugged in resignation. “I’ve memorized the contents, more or less. And it was only a matter of time until something like that would burst into flames, so it was only inevitable.”

And why would that be the case?

“Because,” she said, her orange eyes falling onto the yamabiko. The girl was half a word into her next sentence until she cut herself short, instead muttering to herself. She hunched over, and, as if the prophet and his companion didn’t even exist, she circled around, mumbling non-words all the while.

“Um. Hello?” Kyouko took a nervous step back and retreated to behind the prophet. “I’m not liking this, Ametsuchi.”

The man silently agreed. It was not just her demeanor, either: Both the prophet and the youkai sensed malintent. And though the book-girl seemed innocuous at first glance, a spell of malevolence took to the air around her.

Kigaku nodded to his assistant. “Excuse me. Miss?
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[x] He spoke to Nazrin, resourceful as she is.

I'm so happy this is back
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[X] He had yet to speak to Kumoi since his arrival.

Can we really leave a bro like Unzan hanging like this.

Ichirin's fine too. Also kinda rude to just not meet someone were somewhat close with and haven't seen for a millennium.
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[x] He spoke to Nazrin, resourceful as she is.

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