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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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“Haah…” I expunge my stresses alongside the contents of a sake dish. It feels like a form of sanctuary back at Keine’s, whom has not left my intake go unnoticed.

She agreed to sit with me for a drink on her back porch, but now she’s screwing up her face a bit more than normal, saying, “Tanner, if that’s how you will treat these drinks, then I’ll leave now. You can feel free to pass out here if you so need to.”

“Don’t be like that. I had a bad day and I need someone that I can talk to. I’m serious!” I pontificate with sways of the dish.

“I’ll console so long as that bottle isn’t joining in. I’ll not lecture you otherwise, as I’m sure it won’t change the outcome,” Keine says without the angry housewife face, but instead with the stern teacher look.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll slow down. And it’s basically all dramatics, but I feel like a deserve a bit of consoling here.”

After Reimu accepted the cash ‘donation’ with the added bonus of housing Ran, I was flown back to Keine’s for the night. Keine greeted me with little concern for my well being. She knew that nothing would hurt me with Ran around, at the very least. Dinner was already made after she had gotten done with some grading, so it was nice to walk in to a warm meal. Well, warm not hot.

After that I made quick work fishing out the bottle I bought from a loose floorboard. A real clever hole the pure and innocent teacher came up with at some point, not that it took me long to find. Everyone has their vices.

I’d decided that I needed to take the time to wind down in a good setting: alcohol and a kind woman. I’m a simple man.

It didn’t take much to drag her away from grading. There are no classes tomorrow, after all.

“So what happened today?” the woman sitting beside me asks.

“Well…” I ponder what all needs to be stated. With a swirl of the dish, of course.

I recount, “I went with Ran to the lake, and after a bit we found Cirno. She was fighting with another fairy. Ran caught a fairy responsible for the two other’s fight. We settled down for me to interview Cirno, and a while after that we decided on
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[x] Moving to a mushroom filled forest

Perhaps this will allow us to have some fun moments with Cirno and the others in the Nineball gang. (Though I know Rumia, at least, will have her own "episode" in due course.)

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And in the backshine of departing stars, the rabbits fancied they had an understanding.

The veil fell.

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(X) “You don’t want to stay and… observe?”
There's only one way forward.
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(X) “You don’t want to stay and… observe?”

And, if she might as good try, she might as good do try.

Urged on by the foregoneness of the conclusion, Seiran cooked off the ammo she’d been purveyed.

“You don’t want to stay and, um… observe?”

To her merit he did give off a dim sense of surprise, complete with the minutest of head tilts. This lasted all four of Seiran’s heartbeats, really a flash on a self-esteem’s scale, the successor of which saw Hisahito fold his arms into an L-shape, elbow in palm, and sight down the papers’ longer edge as if taking aim at the overbold Moon rabbit.

“… Miss Seiran?” he said.

“Yes. Me. Good day,” she scraped up from the great jar of Seiran wits.

“Quite.” Hisahito’s bifurcated smile dignified the attempt. “But, Miss Seiran, the answer is yes, but no. A god-trampler I may be,” he granted, “but haven’t, luckily, been struck a blind one. I can see just fine. You’ve indulged me enough; and, I do dearly hope, you will in the future. Would, would so, love little more. Not this day, however, Miss Seiran. You have done plenty. Today, you’re off the Hito-hook.”

Seiran inflated for a heated reply, but whatever negligent discharge of folly it might have been fed back into the scramble of her synapses unvoiced. Wherever he’d learnt it, Hisahito’s was the innocent expression of a sergeant with a detail to dole out.

“… Now, Miss Seiran,” he concluded once she verifiably had not. “Since I’m leaning on you not seeing me again, it’ll be good day, good evening and good night to you. Have a good night, Miss Seiran. I won’t say you look like hell, for fear I still need a spot, but those bags don’t lie. You’re lovelier without them, anywise. I’ll check in in – whatsit? – two solars. Rest easy. Obliged.”

He aped her bunny-ears salute from the bar, no doubt to emphasise this was as well as military business and therefore superseded however they might’ve felt on it personally, and marched out to the street at a vaguely martial plod.

Seiran stared after his disa
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Frustrated. That was how she had felt about it all, Seiran unravelled later, once she’d retraced the conversation in her memory’s pathways. She’d just succeeded negotiating a mesh between the micro-furnace and her room’s spent glow-globe – and accorded herself the biggest bed-flop she wouldn’t cave in together with – when the assessment reared its ugly tail. An early Spring sundown was dousing her retreat in orange through the window. Her former XO could have sprawled prone on the floor with her beret over her ears and been virtually invisible.

But she wasn’t frustrated with Ringo. Not in this instance. She hadn’t even to deal with Ringo on a daily basis.

She did, however, deal with Hisahito. That was the dustiest thing, because neither had she ever to specifically ask for it. He’d drift by and dawdle at her stall unbidden; he’d indisputably not been invited to amuse himself with its pieces and a mallet this morning-noon; and even Seiran’s consent to be dragged along to breakfast had been, at its loudest, tacit. He’d always happened to her without once needing to be requested or requisitioned.

… Then, the one time she’d worked herself up to, he’d baulked at her like one priggish Eagle Ravi at Earthen food.

Frustrating.

Seiran lolled about on the bed and pulsed the glow-globe with an inquiry. For which diligence she received a psychic prick in her Lattice from the re-charge transference underway between the devices. Fine, be like that, she thought its way. You’ll be Moon-white before I will.

The joke wasn’t whatsoever funny, and Seiran rubbed the pins and needles out of her ears rather put out at her own jaundice. She’d turned out a good day, after all. Hadn’t she? The stall was axle-checked and battle-ready, all fine to be trundled out to the bumpy streets; her merch-prep utilities were cleaned and oiled and hung out to dry where not too inconvenient. The victuals would, if her fancier’s absence of reappearance was to be interpreted positively, reach Seiran’s home-base on thei
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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] Well, that was all fun, but I still to find me a gift for a deary crested ibis.

birb

What sorta gift do you get a bird-lady anyway? Somethin for preening, maybe a rope to chew on?
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[x] Well, that was all fun, but I still to find me a gift for a deary crested ibis.
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> The fairy by the lake decided to fish with explosives again?

And here I thought Cirno was a Cryo-type fairy, not a Pyro-type...

> No, not because you're black, but because you're a cat.

At least he's not a rabbit. Or, perhaps, a ghost.

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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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[X] I would task Futo and Tojiko with interrogating the imposter - back at my senkai, where she’d be secure. I could handle temple security on my own.

As much as I still want Miko to personally interrogate the shapeshifter (like she should have with that "Toko" from earlier who is surely one of them), it is not appropriate at this time. Both Tojiko and and Futo have made it clear they don't want to stick around the temple. And Miko's hearing is the best detection we have seen so far for the shapeshifters.

Sending them back with the imposter ensures that imposter at least won't be causing trouble in the temple for sometime, and reduces tensions that may be caused by a certain firebrand sticking around. If we are lucky they might wring some useful information out of the imposter. Miko is needed to root out any other accomplices at Myouren.
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[X] I would task Futo and Tojiko with interrogating the imposter - back at my senkai, where she’d be secure. I could handle temple security on my own.

We should probably give Eientei a heads-up in case a burn victim needs treatment after the festival.
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[X] I would task Futo and Tojiko with interrogating the imposter - back at my senkai, where she’d be secure. I could handle temple security on my own.

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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] It would be found in due time. So Kigaku returned to the temple.
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[x] He would not wait. So Kigaku went back to Hieda to ask about the Magatama.
Okay, I caught up with this whole shebang and now realise that there's a lot more going on than I remembered. Still curious about his whole deal with the temple, but boulli-ing Akyuu takes priority. Besides, she looked worse for wear, and it might be a good idea to save her from herself.
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[x] It would be found in due time. So Kigaku returned to the temple.

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Whilst futo's old english and way of talk is one of her charms, One dost not wish nor hath time to write a entire story in it for my sake and thy time's sake, please understand.OK its because am lazy alright
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"... A world where every human may take a chance to cling onto their own density, a world where humans may explore this wonder world to their hearts. YES Hijiri that is the world I desire! Under Taoism of course." The elegant and charismatic one and only Crown Prince exclaimed!

Art thee words that were most likely being said in the room behind me. As for I, thou might wonder? hmph! The most brave and courageous job, of guarding thy door! yes this noble job of mine, is however in constant threat. As right beside me is a fearsome yokai. Or should I say YOKAIS, yokies?... THE POINT BEING the nerve of this despicable temple have brought two beasts to this meeting of thy's, THAT THEE CALLED FOR, is utter BULLSHIT

But if its thine own fate to be fallen in this hallway protecting the Crown prince's chamber THEN IT SH--" soooo hey Futo." huh?? Thy Yokai with blue hair and for some reason cloth covering thine beautiful sky texture haired is speaking to one? Thy other Yokai which seems to be asleep to A UNTRAINED EYE hast not moved a muscles, or more to be precise not moved a cloud.

" Thou wishes to speak to me?"

"..."

"..."

"So the temple is having a party and I was"----

BANG
"Alright Futo pack your things and lets leave, this was a complete waste of my time,much like Buddhism of course." The number one and only CROWN PRINCE said as she burst out of the room, were'est the wretched devilish monk than began to scream as loud as a monk usually screams.

"Do you really want to do this? Miko? ... after what you said there will only be one of us st
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Elizabethan English doesn't remotely work that way.
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>>43514 Tis a shame shall I really just write normally instead of trying to halfass it?

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Lesson 1: Cirno

Hello, and welcome everyone. This is the first colloquium I will be hosting for my research into the ecology and lives of youkai and related beings. Thank you to the village elders for sponsoring this research. Before I begin with the first lecture, there is some organizational topics I need to discuss.

First of all, each lecture will be some fifteen to thirty minutes, maybe more depending on the amount of content I’ve prepared, and the number of questions asked. Please ask questions, I have not covered everything. Each lecture will be held here in the public school on Saturdays in the early afternoon by announcement, so it will not be every week. I thank Miss Kamishirasawa for allowing this to be held here. And no, I’m not technically a teacher yet, so I don’t have the right to come in here on my own authority.

For those of you that do not know me, my name is Tanner Regas, an outsider who wandered in. I’m attempting to make a curriculum for the public school that is more focused on some basic sciences and mathematics. Reason for this is that I was a high school physics teacher… someone who taught young individuals their basic curriculum, and I saw that there was an opening for such a position here.

A: “How come you aren’t dead if you’re from the outside?”

I was left in the village proper. I don’t know why I was in the village proper to begin with, but whatever.
So I went for the position, after I got dumped here, that is.

Any further questions about me personally can be held until after the colloquium. Transcripts of which will be recorded by the servant of Lady Hieda present. Thank you for your hard work.

Onto important topics, the class itself; this course will be describing the life, physiology, and general attributes of whatever research subject I have been working with before each lecture. Some cursory observations on things like their daily routine, or inductive hypothesis on a species as a whole will be given at my own discretion. I will be sure to write whatever sources I used as peripheral here on the board. Importantly, I made sure reference Lady Hieda’s own effective youkai encyclopedia, the Per
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Lesson 12: Hecatia Lapislazuli

Hello again, and welcome to the classroom. I’ve been informed that this should be my final lecture.

Kasen: “Ahem. That is indeed the case.”

Do not worry, I won’t ask for a written test at the end. Though I would like to thank everyone who attends or has attended to these. For all the efforts and trials I’ve been through, these were still so very fun to present.

Anyway, I at least get to make the joke that I’ve been to hell and back for today’s lecture. I haven’t had minor beings for the last few lectures and today’s tops it with the most powerful known being in Gensokyo, Hecatia Lapislazuli.

Hecatia: “I feel honored.”
Cirno: “Well professor, actually-“
*Kasen whacks Cirno*

The goddess of various hells, boundaries, and witchcraft. The ruler of all unwanted freewheelers. The three-bodied deity. You get the point. There won’t be much philosophical or scientific waxing today as the topics involved are all independently dense enough to cover.

As always, I’ll start with some basic description on Hecatia herself. Hecatia Lapislazuli is a goddess appearing as a mid-thirties woman with red hair and eyes. She often wears a t-shirt with the decal ‘welcome hell’ and a multicolored skirt. No shoes, oddly.

H: “Depends on the day. Sometimes I follow tradition, others I have to complete my getup.”
I was about to ask why not all the time, but I’ll just chalk it to Greek god.

Most importantly, she wears a collar with three planetoid bodies chained to it and a headwrap to let one sit on her head. Her hair and eye color will change depending on the planetoid atop her head. I’ll come back to what the orbs are in a direct statement shortly.

Her personality comes off cocksure, but she has the power to back it up, so it is merited. She is otherwise a pleasant conversationalist and very empathetic to others. This is surprising as it contradicts her appearance in stereotypically rebellious clothing by outside world standards.

H: “Wait, wait, wait. That is clearly stereotyping.”
Kyouko: “Is she a fan of punk rock?”
H: “Yes. I appreciate th
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I'm sad you never got to cover Momiji.
It was a nice story though, hope to see Tanner again.

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"It's kind of weird looking, ain't it?"

It found the final, coveted vestiges of its slumber cruelly wrenched from its weary mind, as its senses were filled with uncomfortable heat and the varied din of a surrounding mob.

"I've never seen a lizard get this big, do you think it's some kind of youkai?"

"Of course it's a youkai! There's no way a lizard could grow to this size."

"You don't think it eats flesh, do you?"

"What else could those teeth be for?"

"I hope it isn't dangerous.."

"How did it even end up here, anyway?"

The last question was accompanied by a slightly forceful prod against the beast's nose, it huffed in irritation and tried desperately to reclaim its lost tranquility. This would prove to be fruitless, as evidenced by a startled cry.

"Don't poke the damn thing! Do you want it to wake up?!"

"Well, it might have been dead for all we know! how else was I supposed to check?"

"Keep poking it and you might be dead the one!"

"No one should do anything until the Head Priest gets here!"

"That's right! Lady Byakuren will take care of everything!"

"For the record, if this thing tried to eat me, I would just run."

"Oh? And do you really think that you could outrun a monster like that?"

"I don't have to outrun the lizard, I just have to outrun you~"

"Why, you-!"

It chose this moment to discreetly open its left eye. It winced and rectified the action, regretting the decision as the sun's rays seemed adamant on worsening the dull ache in its head. Momentarily forgetting about the crowd of unknown voices, it hissed irritably as both its eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the light. Near immediately, someone noticed that it was waking up.

"G-get away from it! It's awake!"

"Wha-?! Gyaaaah!!"

Faster than any living thing it had ever witnessed, the creatur
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My inner child loves this story a lot. A dinosaur is always welcome, and the hodgepodge of personalities in the buddhist cast only makes it better.
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You know what? That's so good, I'm putting it on the fridge.

Seriously though, you guys are great, thanks for all of the support.

Until next time!

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Depending on who you ask. You’d get a lot of different opinions on this fantasy land called, ‘Gensokyo.’

If you were to ask the folks in the Human Village, they’d say that the land is nice so long as you stay inside the walls of the village. But if for some unfortunate reason you’d have to travel out of it, they’d still say the land was mostly fine so long as you’d stay within the well-traveled roads.

And avoided the enormous Forest of Magic.

Stayed away from any large fields of sunflowers.

Kept your distance from any large patches of spider-lilies.

Took care not to attract attention from the Tengu from the mountain

Made a large detour around the lake and avoided the scarlet mansion.

Oh and if you somehow had the ability to do so, stayed away from the big hole in the sky over yonder unless you want to visit the netherworld early.

Among other hazards.

‘But it is a nice place regardless!’ So they’d say.

If you were to ask the question to a youkai who was more willing to make conversation and not gore you for a snack ‘just because,’ They’d have a higher opinion of the land as a whole. But also mention some, if not a good chunk of the same hazards the villagers mentioned.

Then you’ve got the individuals that are practically the center of these hazards who’ll tell you that Gensokyo has no issues and will stare at you blankly and/or oddly for even suggesting that there might be some issues with this little land of fantastical paradise.

But who were you to think? You were just an outsider dropped into this hot mess out of nowhere. A case of ‘Right place, wrong time,’ that you quickly found out was all too common for something seemingly uncommon.

Months went by, through multiple strokes of luck and will. You had somehow managed to carve out a little niche for yourself as another ‘problem-solver’ of sorts. Taking cases from the village and, on the rare occasion, the more sophisticated youkai.

Luckily for you, the majority of cases were just small-time stuff. ‘There’s a weird noise coming from the attic!’ that would turn
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Closing votes.

Looks like we'll be heading to Suzunaan after grabbin' some grub.
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Holy dam, Damn good story
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Holy dam, Damn good story

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(A short outside of /shorts/.)

A loyal host of Mononobe men-under-arms made midnight march for Iware.
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>>43286
>genealogical relation
Well, I suppose I was going more for the 'borrowing' angle, but good point.
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>>43284

There's this http://www.oxford-shakespeare.com/Nashe/Unfortunate_Traveller.pdf which is surprisingly easy to read and write off of compared to Shakespeare, who fucked around with verb orders to match iambic pentameter.
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>>43288
Neato. Thanks for sharing.

God, but he's verbose. Well worth it, though; he's busting my sides from page one.

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