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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?”

“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.”

“It was only happenstance that it pierced the tengu’s spinal chord about the small of the back,” Patchouli annotates. “Not to apologize for that nuisance, of course. Some might observe it as the purview of divine judgment given her grandstanding.”

I parse this information and find myself at an odd conjecture, “So… what? You’re saying that Aya was being a dumbass and lost for her hubris? But back on the point, do you both think that Cirno could be trained to take out Meira?”

“I can be trained,” Cirno affirms. “I’ve been training a lot lately.”

“Thank you, Cirno, but I do need an outside perspective to the match up,” I settle the girl.

“…” Meiling and Patchouli stare for a moment that I might assess what’s happening.

I turn on Cirno a
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[x] Let’s head there now. I want to see if this episode resolves itself.
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[x] Let’s head there now. I want to see if this episode resolves itself.

Poor Regis getting bullied into accepting healthcare lmao

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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.

Technically, it wasn’t a drunken tirade, but that didn’t mean she would be taking prisoners. Human and youkai, friend and foe, weak and strong, all felt her wrath in the form of her gohei, ofuda, and even throwing needles until they were all gone.





Reimu had hoped she wouldn’t wake up tomorrow, or at the very least, she would never see another soul ever again, but she didn’t get through half the morning until Marisa opened the door and greeted her with a teasing “Morning, big sister!” She scrambled to grab whatever was near and flung her gohei at the girl as hard as she could.

The witch side-stepped the throw easily. “C’mon, it’s time t’ get up!”

“No.”

“Oh yes, it is!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed with a hangover?!”

“So should you, but someone cut our drinking party off early.”

“Shut up.”

Marisa rolled her eyes as Reimu rolled over. “Well, get up; there’s somethin’ I wanna do today.”

“And what’s that?” the other girl mumbled.

“Eat your cooking, of course!”

“Will that make you leave?”

“Maybe.”

Reimu groaned as she pushed herself up. “Let me get dressed first.” Marisa gave one deep nod and stepped back outside. Once the shrine maiden was ready, she moved into her
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Imagine being poor Doremy, dragged on over to the shrine and awkwardly having to sit there while Reimu begins sobbing and her and Yukari begin having some deep and heavy emotional conversations. Poor baku.
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>“WHAT?!”

I'll headcanon this as Doremy's reaction because that's funnier in my head
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That's definitely not where I thought the story would go. Also yay, Akyuu appearance.

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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.”

“Ah, of course.”

Here, I dared allow my brow a decided twitch. This goddess had barely involved herself in the matter. In fact, I rose entirely from my bow to stare into her narrow eyes. “Oh? You sound quite confident, all of a sudden.”

She just grinned back at me. “What? You don’t think our own worshippers would fail to notice such a ‘kerfuffle,’ or that none of them might have been driven to another ‘temple’ while it went on, surely. Or,” she leaned in close, “did you think I had no investigative capabilities of my own?”

I huffed, nudging her back. That told me nothing! “They were a profoundly slippery bunch. I doubt you could have discovered so much entirely on your own.”

She swung back, daring to shrug at my probi
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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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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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[X]Stay in the Village...
-[X]...with Kogasa in Kimon District. That fool of an umbrella chose the worst place in the Village to live, but it could be a boon now, as could her skills.
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[X]Stay in the Village...
-[X]...with Kogasa in Kimon District. That fool of an umbrella chose the worst place in the Village to live, but it could be a boon now, as could her skills.

Best umbrella time. Besides, if it comes to combat Kogasa is either a minor speedbump or the best combatant in the entire Grassroots Youkai Network. No in-between.
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[X]Stay in the Village...
-[X]...with Kogasa in Kimon District. That fool of an umbrella chose the worst place in the Village to live, but it could be a boon now, as could her skills.

>>44704
She is the best fighter, which is quite surprising.

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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.

“Wait but isn’t that some kinda characteristic of hers?”

“Ignore that fact. It is a strange quirk to that particular god,” she insists.

“Alright. So I’m going to ask the god that’s always around there for help finding the… she’s an earth god, right?” I continue to ping Ran for the details.

“Correct,” she pongs.

“The god that’s always there? You mean Sanae?” Mokou comments, taking our front and walking up the steps backwards.

I ponder the name for a moment, and inflect, “Sanae… Was that her name?”

I’m beginning to notice that my mind is fizzing out around the edges. I used to recall almost every name in that Gensokyo chronicle and could almost recite some articles full width, especially after I realized that I would probably find any one of those names on the fly (no pun intended) each day. Now, though, I’m having trouble recollecting the appearance of actors that I’ve not interacted with, yet. And that isn’t even to start with the poor decision making my brain is taking.

“Face forward, Fujiwara, the gate is ahead,” Ran nags Mokou’s laxness.

Mokou does as commanded, finding it not the right time to play around with Ran. Each step brings more of the large wooden gate into view. The shrine itself seems to be separated by anothe
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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.”

“It was only happenstance that it pierced the tengu’s spinal chord about the small of the back,” Patchouli annotates. “Not to apologize for that nuisance, of course. Some might observe it as the purview of divine judgment given her grandstanding.”

I parse this information and find myself at an odd conjecture, “So… what? You’re saying that Aya was being a dumbass and lost for her hubris? But back on the point, do you both think that Cirno could be trained to take out Meira?”

“I can be trained,” Cirno affirms. “I’ve been training a lot lately.”

“Thank you, Cirno, but I do need an outside perspective to the match up,” I settle the girl.

“…” Meiling and Patchouli stare for a moment that I might assess what’s happening.

I turn on Cirno and start questioning, “Cirno, what are you doing over here? I thought you were wandering the festival after the primaries.”
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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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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?

Kyouko relayed, though her voice barely carried over—she was busy pressing her face into the prophet’s back, cowering all the while. But no amount of decibels would have swayed the orange-haired girl: She was entranced. This was an unfortunate setback for the prophet—he had prior business with the bookkeeper, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

The prophet opened his lips. ‘Miss,’ he mouthed.

The girl stopped in her tracks, her glazed eyes turning to the man.

Forgive me, but I’ll be intruding.’ He took a step forward, and, delicately, the prophet put a hand to her left shoulder.

She recoiled, jumping back at the man’s touch. The girl looked like she was a moment from screaming, but instead, gray haze was forcibly expelled from her mouth. It materialized into a shape, vaguely human,
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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.

mouce

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I open the blank scroll, pick up a brush, and begin writing.
"Today, on the 6th August, another outsider got killed." I stop at that single line, and sigh. I really want to add more, but I must stick to what I know, and maintain the archive perfectly. I want to add that he was extremely incoherent, and got killed by the militia after he snatched a sword and threatened to kill them if they got closer.
I put the brush down, carefully, and I stretch. Trying to forget the sight of his mangled body is an exercise in itself, but keeping notes is sadly all I can do. Speaking of which, let's see just how many outsiders are still alive by now.
"Five outsiders got in Gensokyo after their bus got lost..." Five, right. Three of them died before they could reach the village, and the fourth one died yesterday in the evening. Meaning there's only one left, and that poor sap probably doesn't feel all right.

I pick up my cane, and slowly walk to the window. At least today is relatively quiet.
"You got a new dead outsider? Can I eat him?"
And there she goes.
"They already cremated him. And by the way, I didn't give you my keys, how did you come in?"
"I made a spare."
I can't help but smile, and she does the same. Youkais are a troublesome lot, but I don't mind that one.
"Why visit me today? Are you bored again?"
"I finished my book. Got another one?"
Her eyes land on my weak leg, and her smile briefly disappear while her eyes grow enraged. She opens her mouth, but closes it after a while.
"I just might. As long as you tell me why you're really here."
She looks at me, a surprised look on her face, and turns away, her cheeks blushing. "...I wanted to see you."
"But you come almost every nigh-"
"That's different!" She cuts me, which is rather unusual for her. "I felt like I needed to see you. The youkais are whispering, you know? They say that the humans in the village will soon turn on each others, and that already they're killing each others!"
I hold back a sigh. "It's different, he was
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[X] Check.

I stand up, and slide the door open. The garden is full of little girls, all wearing the same identical white skirts, and they're all looking at the night sky, staring at falling stars. Every star followed by excited screams, and mumbled prayers. I stare for a few seconds, before Tycho sends me another message.

...ha. I see.
Even more people like him, huh. I swallow my saliva nervously, fearing the worst. For all its flaws, I still love Gensokyo, and Tycho has absolutely no attachment or respect for it. I wouldn't put it above it to tear it down.
"I though I told you to stay inside?"
I turn around, and come face to face with the attractive doctor.
"I'm still inside."
"How is your leg?"
I stretch a bit. "Fine. Thank you."
"...I see."
"You were about to say something?"
"Your association with that dragon in the mud, it's not a good idea."
I shrug, trying to hide my confusion; "It's all I have right now, you know full well that a human without protection is already dead in Gensokyo."
"I heard of a witch living in the forest who does well for herself."
"Ha. Yeah, but the Kirisame daughter is a genius, one of a kind. Ever since she left, her family's fortune has been doing downhill."
"What about that warrior at your village?"
I shiver. "The samurai. He's a killer, I'd rather not talk about him, he's kind of an untouchable, if that makes sense."
She sits down beside me, staring at the sky. I notice she doesn't pay attention to the falling stars, and just stares at the moon. "I met a few untouchables back then. You might hate him, but he's necessary."
I sit down as well, caressing my leg. "I do not hate him, he's a cousin. We're both... second or third generations here, so the rest of the village doesn't take to us well, but he just scares me."
We both stay silent. Doctor Yagokoro staring at the moon, and me staring at her.

[] "I want to get Tycho out of Gensokyo."
[] Wait.
[] Stare at the
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[X] Stare at the moon as well.

Need more Insight.
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Well... Keep going, or give up here?

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Have you ever thought what makes someone human? I know that’s quite cliché for where I am, but that doesn’t stifle my wonder. That seems to be a lot of what I’m doing right now. Wondering. Or maybe wandering? Sitting in bed, or rather futon, at the early hour of a morning is always like this. Just a constant stream of random nonsense for which some piece of coherent thought may stay to be what I think of for the rest of the day. If it can get attention next to its neighbor, the hangover. This one is light but no less annoying, like a small buzz somewhere in the farthest corner of my head.

A call from another room, “food’s about ready! You should be up by now!”

Ah the dilemma, to trudge out of the comfort of sheets and start the day or to remain in comfort with a lighter belly. Not a choice for me, as the footsteps approaching the door forecast the next few seconds.

“I’m not your mother, so stop making me get you out of bed and start your day already,” she announces with an authority enough to vibrate the room. I follow the command to suit with no haste in the slightest. Bidding farewell to my light conscious and greeting my now painfully aware of fuzz in the back of my head self. That won’t make today fun. Seeing that I’m following orders, my host gives a quick harumph and returns to the kitchen. Leaving me to lift my body off the ground.

Enough dramatics, though. I get up with that little extra effort needed for a futon instead of a standing bedside and change into my usual day clothes. This is no more than a simple white folded sleeve button up shirt and some old brown khakis with amounts of pencil lead staining the upper legs. It sounds simple, but I think it looks good for any occasion. The look is only really completed by the shoes, but I need to leave them off inside due to tradition in Japan. Maybe I should wear a tie to recover the lost professionalism.

Thoughts for another time, my benefactor will kill me if the food goes cold before I’ve had it. A quick bathroom run to wash my face and I’m at the kitchen in ample time. Just a moment late, as the kind lady has already set out the plates and is now sitting down at the low table.
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Birds have been told. Fuck yes.

Regis must really be out of it to still not recall Mokou's article.
He's really gonna enjoy palming his face when eventually does.
Then again, that article makes her out to be some kind of ninja, so maybe it'll cause further (hilarious) misunderstandings. (That article always amuses me.)

Anyway, the choices to me read like: go find her directly (Suwako?); go in and ask someone else (Kanako); and just ask Sanae.
Now, being direct has its uses at times, as we just saw, but this is a shrine and just walking in and sniffing about is highly rude if not borderline sacriligious.

So, I vote to just ask Sanae; I see no reason why she would refuse and dealing with gods requires some sense of decorum, such as first approaching the one whose job is literally to be the gods' intermediary.
Just try to stomach the inevitable proselytising.

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

Also, it'd be quite interesting to see this dynamic: A science teacher and a (somewhat modern) ex-high school student with at least a passing interest in the sciences.
Kanako could also make for an interesting conversational partner in less pressing times.
All these modernised people should be a nice change of pace for ol' Regis.
Just don't forget our goal of Suwako, teach.

P.S. New thread time? Guess we hit the limit because the thread isn't getting bumped on the front page anymore.
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>"She probably appreciated that but doesn’t want to say so."

Possible tsuntsun Ran points in exchange for momentary incarceration?
This is an absolute win!
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[x] A stroll somewhere exotic. We could compare our philosophies and spells.

“Perhaps a trip to some dark, mysterious forest?”

“A dark forest, really?”

I pulled away from her. Clasping my hands behind my back, I strolled toward the gate. “Why? Are you afraid I’ll do anything… inappropriate?”

“What? Why would I even think that?”

Still clasping my hands, I shrugged. “Why, indeed?”

And yet, after a few steps, she fell in line beside me. “Surely, there’s somewhere better we can go.”

“Hm.” I chuckled. “Why yes, I think I know just the place.”

“Oh? Where is that?”

“Let’s allow it to be my little surprise, darling.”

She pouted. “Very well.”

Waiting barely until we left the gate, I unhooked my hands, grabbed one of hers, and dragged her toward the lightning-singed tree I’d come from. With a hop and skip, we’d returned to the infinite void and, from there, come out from another damaged tree, this time by a coarse dirt pathway, winding in switchbacks up a mountain face.

She frowned. “A dark forest on a mountain. Your wisdom impresses me, dear.”

“Oh, hush. You’ll see its beauty soon enough.” I offered her my elbow. She glanced at it, a mask of uncertainty flickering across her face before she shook her head and linked her arm with mine. Together, we began a trek up the mountainside.

I breathed in the thin but crisp, mountain air, feeling its chill touch on my skin. “So, how was your temple today.”

She sighed. “For some mysterious reason, your presence has them rattled. Perhaps we should spend our nights at your place, instead.”

I gasped in mock shock. “Why, you’re not trying to kick me out, are you?”

“Oh dear, no. Why, I believe you had to lose to accept sleepi
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Ah, right. Hmhm.

>>44072 I'll formally rule this a valid write-in.
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[X] Apologize to Suwako, explain, pull Byakuren aside...
 [x] ...to talk about the booze.

The booze mustn't flow.
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