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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 reminded of other rudimentary subjects, such as organic chemistry and the concept of chirality.”

“No, please, enlighten me. Ideas like ‘how a Youkai can use molecular structures to kill people’ weren’t common teacher’s lounge topics, you know,” I mock with an accusatory finger.

A corner of her lips inches its way up to show a baring fang. The same finger that pointed at her now quavers away, afraid that it may be bitten off at the slightest jolt. I’m not sure what it looks like, but this may be the most pissed off I’ve ever made her. She looks off to the side for a moment, tranquil eyes wrestling with the snarl in her mouth. The decoupled features return to unison in the moment following.

She looks back to me, the idiot now shaking in his little leather shoes, and calmly explains, “Chirality: a mirrored image of an object is non identical to the original. In organic chemistry this extends to most carbon molecules. Do you know what happens to a person if they are mirrored?”

“No…” I nearly squeak out. “Why? What happens?”

Her eyes narrow. “Health… complications. As a best case scenario, and commonly long term. Lady Yukari refused to elaborate what the worst case might involve, only that it should be avoided at all costs, and that it is quite instant. That is rare verbiage for her.”

I pinch my thumb and index finger, trying my best to keep together in front of my trusted companion. “No chemistry, got it. Never liked that subject, anyway.”

“It’s your sister subject?” Ran almost returns to a lighthearted tone.

“I’m a quantum guy.”

She shakes her head, sighing at my usual nonsense. I sigh in return at being let off for now.

Her hat twitches at the sound, seeming to remind her of the actual conversation, “… If possible, refrain from explaining electricity to her. The possibility of her causing an electrical shortage across the barely functioning network of the village is… an unwanted headache.”

“A headache? For you? I didn’t think such a thing existed,” I joke, the nervous inflection on my voice carrying more than I mean it to.

“This is still an inadvisable idea, mind you,” she notes.

“And what’s yours? Maybe you should give me something to work with while you’re also judging me so harshly.”

She remains tight lipped staring back. I can tell she’s thinking of something helpful to say, in part with a witty retort, but there’s no telling what either may be. I raise an eyebrow in anticipation.

“Discuss previous research subjects. Kijin would be receptive to closely guarded secrets.”

“Yeah, and all the women I’ve met would want to string me to the dragon statue’s scales for betraying their trust. I specifically chose to talk about physics instead for a reason, you know.”

“It was not incompetence that stopped you from describing more interesting aspects of me?”

“Shove it up your tails, smart ass,” I bicker, passing her towards the door inside.

We head back into the room, exchanging no further words on the topic. Seija darts her eyes between us, studying our moods as we return to our designated positions.

I slap my notebook on my knee and start again, “Alright, we had to have a little debate, but I think we’ll go forwards like before. Care to start?”

“No.”

“Excellent,” I ignore what she said and focus on what she meant.

I begin to lecture her on the principles governing an object’s fall. Gravity. Trajectory. Constant versus accelerated motion. Knowledge so second hand to me that I can literally speak on the subject for hours straight without stop. It’s been some months since I last properly held a lecture on my focused subjects, but it comes back with each passing word. Like riding a bike.

I make sure to keep things brief, only describe the mathematics in passing to keep Seija’s attention. She certainly groans every time I write a symbol to remember. What’s good about that is that I can use examples and demonstrations for simple motion. Tossing something up and down is far easier to show than to explain, unlike thermal equilibriums, magnetic fields, or quantum anything.

She takes to my mumblings, tossing my spare pencil around her cell in attempts to internalize the concepts of motion. When I start to describe rotational motion, she begins to have trouble.

“What’s wrong?” I cease my barrage of words to address her third or fourth grunt of anger.

“I don’t get this, how am I supposed to spin this pen?” she complains, trying to position the pencil atop her finger, spinning it like a top. It doesn’t work, of course, and promptly falls to the dirtied floor.

“Would your power not rotate it?” I ponder. “You just need to change it’s direction from front to back and vice versa.”

She turns her head towards me. “What?” she utters. “That’s so accurate it hurts. Here, dumbass.”

Her hands huddle around the pen, not touching it, but certainly not giving enough room to rotate past. I stand up and loom over the display as she changes the pencil from its end facing her fingers to the same end facing her wrist. There is no real movement as she does this, it just kind of happens. It didn’t occur when I was watching her play with the Daruma doll, but rotational forces might not be the correct way to describe what she does. So then what is? Mirroring, like Ran was worried about?

“It looks like you get it,” Seija articulates. She sounds doubtful of the words, motioning a hand my way.

Before I can so much as warn her not to, the floor is above me, and very close, at that. My body reacts second, sending signals that I was just moved at a blistering speed, and am now not the right way up. My voice reacts third, a masculine yelp eliciting from my collapsing form.

I crumple down to the hard floor. My neck creaks to an angle it’s not meant to, my legs posthumously crash into the chair, and for a brief second the world becomes a sea of stars.

My sight and hearing return to me in a blur, rattled by the sound of Ran slamming against the cage, warning Seija of acting up. The words are definitely scathing, if her tone is any indication, but the exact syllables escape me.

Once she’s finished attending to the miscreant in the cell she helps me onto crooked legs. I do what I can to laugh off the grievance, making an honest attempt in spite of the encroaching pain.

This was my blunder, and I understand Ran’s point. I understood it like I always do after being rattled. Seija is all too happy to hear things adjacent to her own power, and more so for excuses to use it. Saying she’s dangerous is obvious, but I still think this is the right way. Somehow it feels wrong if it weren’t.

Ran decides that this might be a good excuse to force me from the room, equating the amanojaku’s act to hostile intent of severe bodily harm. What she really says is that she’s taking away Seija’s new toy before it breaks. That or I insist that I won’t break.

For the third time today I’m dragged off, but at least Ran has the decency to leave me on my feet as we exit the building. Orange coats my surroundings, a red hue dominating the sky.

Hours passed quickly in there, my throat having long gone hoarse from normal speech. Seeing villagers ingress to their homes, we decide it best to head home for the night.

On the way back, something picks at the back of my mind, like a gnat in my ear begging to be heard and recognized. If I want to understand Seija, it’s gonna be hard to sneak it out of her with information she’s willing to tell me. Certainly, being on mutual speaking terms is a great start, but if I start refusing to explain the things Ran doesn’t want me to approach, she’ll start doing the same to me.

It’s a conundrum. Not as annoying as the speaking terms themselves, but still a thorn in the side. There may still be a way to solve this issue, but the ideas I’m reaching for are all impotent, if not too terrible to even mention.

One in particular strikes me as… serviceable. Not good, but bad enough that it might work. Ran is going to have some choice words, though…



“What− in all of the divines’ names− do you hope to accomplish by such an action? Releasing her from confinement is illogical beyond description,” Ran berates with a cutting edge that’s been honed over the course of the day.

Keine gives me equally stunned eyes from the side of the living room table. After we returned, it took me a while to fill Keine in on everything. My explanation ran through the time of making, eating, and cleaning up dinner, but I felt like she would want to be included for the discussion, so I spared no detail. Ran’s steadfast denial would be hard for me to break through alone, after all.

Said denial continues for another minute straight. “Regis, have you stopped to think of the validity of such an act for even a minute? You will quickly find a list of reasons, numbering larger than any grocery list, to not attempt what you suggest.” One of her tails twitches as she fumes.

My hands are raised in defense of nothing. I try to strike my voice in through the stream of verbal bashing, but it takes a few weak starts to really cut her off.

My hands lower faster than I mean them too, bashing the table as I start, “–I want to find out what she does when she’s out of the cell! What the hell does she actually do when she’s left to her own devices? Does anyone actually know? Where does she live? Does she do anything in her spare time outside of being a nuisance? I have questions that I can guarantee you she won’t answer. The same way that she’ll find I have questions I won’t answer.”

Ran stares me down, the twitching tail now sprung to alert. A moment of silence settles in the room, tension strung between Ran and I as we play at each other’s nerves. It feels like it’s been this way all day, and while I can guess why, I also won’t change course now that I have my foot in the door.

Keine leans closer to me, her hair drifting over my clenched hand. She takes it in her own, and turns it over to reveal a small speck of dried blood. It’s probably Seija’s, from when Ran cut her wrist. Keine notices the dot as well, but largely ignores it.

Her voice is soft, trying to still the room, as she lilts, “The clear way to accomplish this is by letting her out? Tanner, I agree with Miss Yakumo. That’s hardly a sound idea. Why not ask other people what they know? There’s enough information in Gensokyo for you to find your answers without going straight towards danger.”

She’s forcing herself to act calmer than usual. I waver away from her gaze, guilt tickling my throat.

I return her reasoning, cooling my voice as best I can, “And who should I ask, Keine? A tengu? A kappa or yamawaro? A human villager? Certainly not the human villagers, they don’t know anything, just strings and hooks of rumors. The rest all want to strike far harsher deals than I made with Seija already. Not to mention finding anyone that would actually have anything important to say.” I tighten my brow, burgeoning forth what confidence I still hold to conclude, “The amanojaku is sitting in a cell, right where we can keep our eyes on her from the moment she leaves to the moment we put her back.”

“She isn’t going to let you do that as easily as you make it sound,” Keine counters. “For all that I trust both you and Lady Yakumo, I’m not blind to that girl’s intelligence. Not that she often makes good on its prowess.”

“But do you think we can make it work?”

She stares through me, brown eyes reflecting the slightest hint of red. She glances over to Ran, who seems to have also calmed down in the reprieve, and states, “I think if you’re careful…” she stops, shaking her head to append, “I don’t like it. The guards won’t like it. The village elders will especially hate it. But if you’re careful, you can make it work.”

I nod, resting her hands back to the table. Returning to my partner, I continue the conversation, “We’ll keep that in mind. What do you say, Ran?”

Ran slips a hand from her coupled sleeves and cups her chin in thought. I doubt they’re anything optimistic, but practical is all I need right now. She states, “With sufficient caution it should be possible to achieve this delirious idea of yours without incident. It remains without guarantee, however it is also not impossible. But what do you propose for releasing her? Would you use some form of restraints?”

“Well, I’d say that we should…”

[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.

[x] Keep her on a tight leash. Maybe even a literal one for how problematic she is.

[x] Let’s come up with something else. (Write-in)



I felt like I wanted more Seija, but I also felt like putting in more of the lecturing back and forth wouldn’t have been interesting to read in detail. I can’t have my cake and eat it, too!

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[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?

Doge seija

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[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
Put a bomb on it
And force her to wear a number nine bracelet!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5kEyo1qL-U

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I considered a bomb, but realized she might just run into a crowd and go boom

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[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.

We need to observe Seina in her natural habitat.

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[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.

There is no way it could possibly backfire. Right?

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> “How’d you know when… no, that’s a stupid question, you were waiting up here. How’d you know where we’d surface?”

>“Regis,” she addresses me, her tone hinting at being disappointed. I feel something slide up my back, slipping from around my neck and into her hand. A paper doll, one with some kind of coating. My forearm lifts at the elbow to reach for the thing. Ran is at least kind enough to offer it down, letting me feel the lacquer covering it. “Lady Yukari is capable of observing people in the depths of hell. It’s illogical to assume a body of water would be more efficate at hiding you.”

[x] Not restrain her at all. We need her to act natural, even if it means she’ll try to get away from us more.
-[X] But secretly put some of those paper dolls on Seija. Then you can keep track of her no matter where she goes.

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[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?
I like the idea of dog Seija, it's pretty hot and we either need to fix her with shock therapy or turn her into a sadomasochist.

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[X] Can we put a shock collar or a magical equivalent on her?

A white ring, stitched together from a number of Ran’s paper dolls, sits around Seija’s neck. She tugs at the fashion accessory, despite being explained how much pain it can inflict her in an instant.

When Ran asked me last night how we might restrain Seija, I didn’t immediately come to this idea. At first I thought more along the lines of tethering her in some way, but Ran and Keine brought me around to this in a matter of minutes. We came together to make this overnight and I’d say we did a bang up job. A string of shikigami set to activate their Youkai damaging properties at Ran’s convenience.

“Gah!” Seija shouts in a burst of pain, as one would from being statically discharged. There is no noise for when the collar is active, nor does it emit any light that would otherwise indicate it. Her hand darts away from her neck, and she relaxes again.

Ran doesn’t have any form of button, instead operating it with her thoughts, so I’ll have to interpret when it’s on. It bugs me that I have no say in when it’s used, especially given Ran’s proclivity to incite turmoil, but the best I can do is stay a step ahead of them.

With enough haranguing maybe I can factor it out of the day.

“So, why am I wearing this?” Seija asks, pointing at the collar from a healthy distance.

“Because we’re taking you out of the cell today, but we also need something to keep you from harassing everyone we see,” I explain, taking out a key for the heavy metal bars.

I quickly locate the keyhole and slot its heavy partner in. It unlocks with a clack, and brace my whole body to swing it open. The sheer weight isn’t surprising in any way, but does make me wonder what the most dangerous thing they could keep in here would be.

I let the door settle and thumb over to the exit, commanding Seija, “Alright, let’s get a move on.”

“To where?” she asks with a raised brow, refusing to budge from her position in the cell.

I decide to be direct with her, “To wherever you want, I suppose. It’s your choice.”

She puckers her lips and nods. “Wherever I want? Well in that case.”

She walks to the back of the cell, dropping back to the ragged cloths that make up her bedding. She pats her skirt down to sit with legs crossed, looking none too intent on moving.

“You’re really doing this right now?” I find myself off pace from her bullheaded contrarianism. I pass a glance behind me to Ran, her eyes looking into mine and suggesting that she expected this. I round back on Seija and start to bargain, “… Look, Seija, I get that you want to do the opposite of what I say, but could you for a second consider that I’m legitimately giving you the chance to breath some fresh outdoor air with no strings attached?”

“None?” she challenges, flicking a finger against her collar.

My eyes clamp shut, turning off to the side as I’m forced to admit, “Close to none.”

She stares at me, chin crooked into balled fists.

“Fine, if you don’t want to, then I guess I can’t force you...” I concede.

There’s a brief minute of silence as neither side continues this debate. That is until…

“Gaah!” Seija shouts, launching from her seat into the back wall. She floats upside down in the air for a second as she fights with the collar. “What the hell?!”

Ran takes a step in front of me and enforces, “Leave the room or the collar will remain active.”

Not much more is needed to get her from flailing in the air to swimming right next to us, an aggravated, “Fuck! Fine, I’m out!” to follow. She plants her feet on the ground, forcing her fingers close to her neck, and pulls as hard as she can against the thing harming her.

“Ran, I think that’s enough!” I reprimand my partner, attending to Seija’s hands.

She’s too distracted by the pain to really notice me. Ran isn’t stopping, though, why isn’t she..? The collar. She’s touching the collar. I get my hands over Seija’s, trying to remain calm, hoping that she’ll understand the same.

With some patience, and worming my fingers under her clammy palms, she takes notice. She releases a white knuckled grip on the collar, and slowly lowers her arms.

I reproach my partner, “You think maybe you’re taking this too far?! What the hell was that?”

“A warning,” Ran holds firm. “Cooperation would be better than the alternative.”

Seija coughs out a jesting, “Go have fun or else? That’s my kinda time.”

“I hope you realize you’re not helping your case,” I bicker at the numskull.

Ran bangs on the door, “Three out!”

Kaze grunts, his displeasure in the idea being made known through the solid metal door. It took a lot of convincing to get him to go along with this, but I think he still trusts me enough again. It would be good if I could keep that trust.

The prison door opens and we file out, Seija being kept between Ran and I.

“Let me know when things go wrong,” Kaze growls, his arms crossed over his spear.

“Oh, I’m sure the little human would be of so much help,” Seija snickers.

Kaze narrows his eyes at the girl, and retorts, “Why don’t you tell these two when you snuck a metal pick into your cage? Who slammed you back in?”

Seija bares a set of rough teeth at the man, feigning a snarl. It does little to change his mood.

“Is that so?” I openly wonder. “Not– that I thought you were bad at your job, or anything. I’m just having trouble picturing somebody going toe to toe with a Youkai.”

“Do I look built for smooth talking and danmaku, Regis?” he reflects my pointed questioning. “Now get out of here, maybe the elders will figure out what the hell to do with her if I go rattle their heads.”

He continues mumbling to himself as we take our leave, greeting the mid morning sun. Guards at the gate greet passing housewives, coming into the walls to purchase farming supplies, but quickly catch our entourage standing idle just outside the guardhouse. Ran waves them off as a sort of implicit ‘all clear.’ Like Kaze, they fidget with their spears, likely left to worry for the rest of the day as our group leisurely traipses the streets.

Seija walks ahead of us, immediately taking the reigns of the outing. She looks happy to be outside, showing how little she really cared about that stunt a minute ago. The simple act of walking down the street, passerby gawking in fear, puts a smile to her face. Little wonder, too, since I’m sure a lot of Youkai would love this treatment.

She casually strolls through the village, not stopping at any single location for longer than a few seconds before moving on. We’re forced to right many objects that she displaces, most being of little consequence, but for the few shop signs take poorly to being flung upside down we briefly apologize to the owners and continue our pursuit.

As we enter the market area we’re on high alert, waiting for Seija to nick goods of their shelves. We catch her hand a few times with foreign objects, Ran briskly zapping her for the trouble while I return the item to its rightful owner. Seija gives up entirely on larceny once the song and dance become routine. She rebels against our advances in her own small way, still, turning the odd fruit or vegetable over compared to its family. She grimaces at the results. They don’t elicit the same rush as snagging the food off the shelf for her.

We make our way still further around the village, coming more into the housing area, where we find children playing past an alleyway. Likely a secluded spot that they’ve made their own.

Seija looks particularly keen to meet them, her heel thudding as she turns to the alley.

I catch her shirt collar and warn, “You might want to rethink that one. Ran can only set that collar so high before your head pops off.”

As far as I know, that’s a complete fabrication, but a solid enough one to not test. She looks between me and them, considering what would happen if she just ignored me. I release her, having said my piece.

This girl is like so many students that’ve gone through my classes. Being too pushy will make her do what I don’t want her too, but being too timid will also have her doing what I don’t want. It feels like there’s no winning with her. That’s by design, obviously, but hardly a justifying one.

She continues to stare at the children, a lame frown popping up to a wry smile. She lifts her foot up, and…

“Gh!” she emits through her teeth. Her confident step miscarriages, sending her reeling back into Ran. The latter braces her from falling over before pushing back. Seija swivels on a heel to face the thorn in her neck.

“Do not engage with adolescents. The risk of you causing them harm is against all directives,” Ran rationales.

Seija challenges her, “Your directives? We’ve been walking around for a half an hour and all I understand is that your directives are to have me do nothing. You sure you don’t just want me dead?” she seethes.

Ran reflects her heated glare, refusing to argue the assertion.

Seija picks up on this, choosing to taunt, “… Oh, right, you can’t.”

Ran remains still as stone, angry as a gargoyle. Seija’s caught on to that much. If this keeps going what else will she be able to weed out of her? Nothing good, I suppose.

“We should relocate,” I interrupt, lacking any suggestion in my tone. “If being around the village is going to have us bog you down, then it’s better that we aren’t here in the first place.”

She sweeps her face towards mine, aggravating, “Oh I’d love that. Maybe we can stop for tea on the way? I’ll make it for you myself, asshole.”

I back up and raise a hand between us. “I more so meant that you wouldn’t get zapped for doing the same elsewhere… is that fair enough?” I defend.

Her brows furrow. Her lips twitch. And with a click of her tongue, she grouses, “Whatever.” Without another word, she flies off.

Ran apprehends me from behind, launching us into the air to pursue our target. The tiled roofs fall out from under me, shrinking until I have a view of the whole village. We level out with Seija as she travels to the East. There’s no urgency in her speed. In fact, she seems to enjoy the flight as she lounges in the air, facing away from where she’s traveling. She even offers a wagging finger for us to keep following as she descends.

If my bearings are still with me, we’ve flown for about some ten to twenty minutes, so… That forest below is the Forest of Magic, I think? Probably a deep portion of it, too, judging by the thickness of the leaves. The canopy scrapes against us as we follow Seija below.

We emerge to a portion of the forest about as dark as the evening, the glow of various plants and fungi providing more visibility than the absent sunlight. I feel a new paper doll attached to my shoulder, courtesy of Ran. The air is rife with spores and pollen of magical plants seeking shelter from the coming winter. That, combined with the generally invisible miasma of this place, is best to be wary of. Whether it effects me anymore is beside the point.

Lying atop an especially massive fungus is Seija, playing with an oversized snail shell she’s caught in a twister. She flicks a finger on beat, spinning the critter around and around above her head. How it retains height is difficult for me to say, but just as difficult to hand wave as negligible.

Seija herself seems passively taken by the act, staring at the rotating bug as one would stare into a campfire. I stroll next to her, reaching up to gently stop the snail. It takes almost no force to do, despite being as large as a baseball, and the sudden break in motion causes eye stalks to peek out from the shell.

“Now what?” groans a set of jagged teeth. The back of her hand lowers against an eye as she complains, “Don’t want me playing with bugs, neither? It ain’t fun, anyway.”

“That’s not what I’m stopping you for. I just wanted to ask if you were going anywhere from here. You can have the snail back,” I finish, placing the shell and its occupant back into her open palm.

She rolls up on the giant mushroom, shaking a thick cloud of iridescent spores loose from the underside. She tosses up the snail, letting it fall back to her hand a few times before levitating it through some imaginary force.

“You know, I have been thinking of taking something boring from one of the hoarders out here. They’ve got lots of stuff, I’m sure some of it’s bad,” she muses, more to herself than anyone else.

The irony strikes me that she would steal from the little witch, but that’s better left unsaid.

I look at the snail, the ethereal lights of the forest bouncing off of it like a disco ball, and comment, “I don’t condone theft, but you’re not wrong to say they have a lot sitting around. What do you hope to find, specifically?”

Her lips push to the side in thought, answering, “Like I said, something boring. Nothing will do.”

“Right…” I concede with a nod and add the part she doesn’t want to hear, “You realize that we’re not gonna sit idle while you commit burglary, yeah?”

She shoots an eye at me, and slowly stands atop the giant shroom. When she finds stable footing, she taunts, “You realize that I’m always idle, yeah?”

She jumps, curling in on herself to cannonball the fungus. The impact knocks loose a mass of spores, too bright and thick to see through. An improvised smokescreen. I swat at the space above the mushroom, but my arm finds nothing solid. It’s still so thick that the motion does nothing to dissipate the particulates. It takes another several seconds for the smoke to thin, and Seija is nowhere in sight.

She’s taken flight. In a forest we can’t fly out of, no less.

“… Shit,” I curse at my lacking awareness. I should’ve noticed when she rolled on it. Now all that’s left is the snail, shell shocked and agitated.

I turn to my partner, starting, “Ran, do you–?!”

She offers an open hand, shutting me up. It turns over, requesting something be put in it. I feel something slither out from my lower back up through my collar. It traces back to Ran, resting in her palm. She flicks it into her fingers, raising her eyes in place of verbal communication.

I point at it and then to where Seija was sitting. She nods.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

She lets the doll slip back under my shirt, stating, “In addition, the restriction collar is currently set to low. Shall we go after her?”

[x] Well of course. Don’t want her causing trouble unattended.

[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.

[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)



I am once again splitting one section into two, because I don’t know how to condense my writing. You now must suffer the consequences of a third forest adventure!

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[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)
-[x] Let her think she escaped and observe her from a distance!

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[x] Surely we can think of something more ‘boring’ than that. (Write-in)
-[x] Let her think she escaped and observe her from a distance!

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Isn't that the second option?

[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.

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Yes that is how I was reading them as well, lol. Don't worry, that was always the plan.

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yeah I was thinking that too.

hmmmm... what to go with...

yeah probably go with that, can't come up with anything to write in and that does seem the best way for Tanner to Observe and thus get his research done.

[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.

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[x] Maybe we can wait a bit, see what she tries.

I rub my heel in the dirt as I think. We could go after Seija right now, and it would be interesting to see her reaction for how we can pin her down, but I’m thinking otherwise. Letting her do what she wants for a moment can show me what her master plan was. Running from us is one thing, but staying away from us is an entirely different story.

Or rather, staying away from Ran. I contribute little to this equation.

“Let’s hang back,” I decide. “If we keep watch on her from a distance, I think something interesting may happen.”

“Interesting by your metrics are marginally concerning,” Ran retorts, though without a tone of admonition.

“As bad as Seija’s?” I joke, prodding the snail left behind on the mushroom platform. The little critter starts trailing away at mach snail pace.

“You overestimate yourself. Nothing is as reprobate as an amanojaku’s values,” Ran opines.

I chuckle, “I guess we’ll have to see. What direction?”

Ran points to a section of the dark woods, one without signs of tampering. Seija must be better at running away than I expected, there’s no tracks to follow. We take a leisurely pace through the thicket, all manner of ridiculous creature appearing in the corner of my eyes as we pass. We even see Marisa’s mushroom man picking other mushrooms for her, though he seems to have trouble doing so upside down. Any uncertainty I felt in our heading vanishes at the sight.

Sunlight begins to poke through thinner parts of the thicket as we continue following Seija’s path. Whether this means she was making a break straight out of the forest is hard to say, but I can conclude that she’s not intent in staying in the deepest parts.

We continue on, out to the point that the mushrooms start to look plausibly normal, after which Ran arrests my shoulder.

“Approximately fifty meters out,” she states.

“What? We caught up already? What did she find that would have her stop in the forest?” I ponder, swiping away the last of the loose spores from my shirt.

“Unresolvable without empirical inspection. While not as intense as the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, the Forest of Magic is known to disorient those caught within.”

“You can just say you don’t know.”

She retrieves a shikigami from her sleeves, and goes through the process of summoning Chen. The paper glows, it drops to the ground, and a bright flash emits where the cat appears after. A wily smile, cat ears, and two tails all contained in a red tunic, Chen looks as mischievous as ever. She violently shakes her head, forcing herself to attention.

“Chen,” I greet with a curt wave.

She locks eyes with me. “Tanner,” she chirps.

Ran intervenes before any banter can start, “Chen, you have your orders. Pursue post haste.”

“Yes, Lady Ran!” the cat salutes in perfect order. She slinks off, jumping into the trees. The shifting leaves dampen in the distance.

The forest sits in quiet movements, small critters roaming in regular minutiae. Just some five minutes back seems like a completely different world, while I could mistake this for regular forestry. It’s more unsettling, in its own way, that I can stand here and know full well that the magical poisons still linger with the sun shining down on me.

I pace around as we wait, hoping to strip some of my nerves of their authority.

“What did she find?” I wonder aloud, not expecting any answer.

“Tanner,” Ran steals my attention. She holds out a blank paper doll, sweeping its face with her palm. As her hand passes, what was once white now appears with color, moving color. It’s like a video feed, but from what is hard to tell. I hover over it to study.

The colors are dark, but movement can still be made out in frame as two limbs wave into and out of it. I think it’s paws, maybe? The way slices of light travel out leads me to believe this is an animal traveling through foliage.

Still not grasping the exact extent of the video, I ask, “This is..?”

“Chen,” she simply replies.

“You mean… we’re seeing through Chen’s eyes?”

“And speaking to the girl in question!” the paper vibrates out a sharp-tongued response.

I find my lips pursed. “This is a new trick. How come you haven’t used this yet?”

“Because it’s tiring! You try focusing on putting everything you see into a different spot in your brain! Lady Ran, this is a cruel trial to let him of all people speak directly to my mind!”

I point down at Chen’s facsimile, and start, “What does she mean by that? Ran, what does speaking into her mind mean?”

“This shikigami is an extension of the spell that allows this specific telepathic feed. Normally reserved for my own personal use, it would best serve for this purpose at the moment. Chen is well capable of more sensory information than this,” she wards off my concerns.

“I would appreciate not being overclocked,” Chen whines.

I look up to my partner, eyeing her down to question, “And what might that entail?”

She doesn’t have the chance to deny comment, not when the paper bleeds out into white. After a few seconds it dims down to the scene of a white house surrounded by greenery. Chen’s broken through the thicket, but arriving to where? I don’t know much about this area, but this house can only belong to one of a few people. More pressing than that, though…

“Seija is… hiding in there?” I guess.

“Most likely,” Ran surmises.

“Now what? I don’t think it’s a good idea to wander into the doll witch’s house uninvited,” Chen reports, remaining posted on a branch.

“Then we will have to wait,” Ran dictates. “It should not be long for the puppeteer to take notice of her intruder. The aftermath will be the only unknown portion.”

“You think Seija might break her house down to get away?” I conjecture, ascertaining what variables Ran could possibly be tracking.

“No, the larger concern rests with Margatroid. The puppeteer is known to be moody. How she might receive unwanted guests is dependent on her own bias at that moment.”

“And so, what? She might just treat Seija to tea? You realize that’s the logical conclusion of that assertion,” I bicker. It’s still bugging me that she’s holed up in the witch’s house. Why did she not keep running? There’s gotta be more to this, otherwise she’s pigeonholed herself to a dangerous situation worse than what she started with.

… Unless she wanted to do exactly that?

“Tanner. You appear stressed,” Ran points out.

I dissuade her attention, “No, don’t mind me, I’m just thinking about how much I’m beginning to dislike amanojaku.”

“Get in line, old man,” Chen mocks, “everyone wants a piece of that girl.”

Chen’s eyes dart away from the house, landing to a clearly tread pathway through the forest.

“Speaking of which, another victim,” she announces for us.

Chen repositions through the trees, letting us view down the path where one particular woman approaches the house. Short blonde hair, vaguely European attire refurbished to be more doll-like, and a book that is perpetually carried in her arm. This is Alice Margatroid, the third witch of this forest, the one that controls dolls.

Whilst not an impressive sounding ability for magic, the doll accompanying her, dressed in a similar, albeit simpler fashion to its master, carries and entire suitcase thrice its size. And like so many denizens of Gensokyo, even this doll is not bound to the earth below it, gliding by Alice like it were perfectly natural for it to do so.

The duo pass under Chen, our cat following them like she was on the hunt. She fixates on the doll especially, perhaps some baser instinct desiring she pounce it.

Even before they’re out of earshot, Chen comments, “Those things are freaky, no matter how many times I see them. How can a human love them as much as she does?”

“Humans truly are strange, Chen,” Ran admits.

“Wait is there no problem with Chen talking?” I latch onto.

“Telepathic,” Ran reminds me, keeping her focus on the image of Alice as she enters her house.

The door closes, and…

An eruption of activity. Dolls rise from the surrounding grass, patrolling outwards. They lift up from behind an open porch, buzzing around the house in search of a target. Chen’s eyes do their best to keep up with all of the movement, but the army is too multitudinous to track.

“Looks like she found something out of place,” Chen explains for me.

Something about this reasoning strikes me as odd, to which I ask, “Seija took something out of the entryway, you think?”

Ran cuts in for Chen, the girl occupied with evading the horde of dolls now at the trees, “No. Margatroid is a much more organized mage than those you have met. Most likely she felt a doll out of place amongst the filled walls of her house and is now investigating its whereabouts.”

“She can feel her dolls? If she’s so organized, why isn’t it more systematic?”

“There is no way to properly interpret her magic for non-magic users, so the best possible analogy is she can sense the dolls before she can analyze them. Here she felt something off with her home but is in the process of identifying the perpetrator.”

“And when she finds this perpetrator..?”

Ran narrows her eyes at the image of the house, conferring, “As soon as she is able to confirm the anomaly, she will move to a–“

Something blasts open the side of the house, a body ejecting from the site. Chen’s image has no sound, but it’s loud enough that this isn’t an issue. The person projected from the house slams into a nearby tree, when she lands I recognize Seija’s white dress.

“– Combative role,” Ran finishes.

The trees continue rattling from Seija’s impact, the girl herself staggering to her feet. She points to the house, or rather the hole in the house, where Alice steps out into the yard. They begin exchanging words, but we can’t hear what they’re saying.

“They’re bantering to one another,” Chen fills in the gaps. “Pleasantries and all that, too. Oh? Oh, that’s interesting, though. You two should come hear this for yourselves.”

Ran and I meet concerned eyes and break into sprints. I’m unable to keep up with Ran’s pace, but my fifty yard dash is no longer a schoolyard time. Fifteen seconds to catch up to Ran through woodlands. Not too shabby.

We arrive on the opposite side of the building, unable to see the action. Our cat falls from the trees onto my shoulder, commenting, “Look at you, being so gung ho. They haven’t started yet, but it sounds like Seija nabbed something from inside.”

We skirt across the front of the house, ignoring the mass of dolls now sitting idle. They turn their heads our way as we pass, but there’s little need for caution at this point. Rounding the corner, Seija pulls something with her fingers, alerting Alice to danger on her rear. A few dolls converge to impede the threat, but their slow reaction allows another of their kind through, tackling its creator with a… collar?

The doll flies past, stopping next to the miscreant cackling her head off without her collar. Seija, and the doll, flaunt their skirts at the doll master, a finger lowering her eyelid shows off a set of rings adorning her hand.

I didn’t think it would last all day, but she had an easier time than I anticipated getting that collar off. Alice recoils from the collar fixing itself to her, grasping and tugging at it with fingers owning a similar set of rings. Her panic quickly wanes as the seconds pass without any repercussions. What was yanking turns to fiddling as she ends up confused by its purpose.

A doll flies next to her, carrying a pair of scissors fit for needlework, but she gives the thing a shrug, unsure what to make of the situation.

Seija, and her smug grin, deflate at the sight. Alice not only stands but is completely unphased by her trick. Her eyes trail off to the side, where we stand, and radiate a disconcerted frown. I wave back to her welcoming face.

“Well… shit,” she mutters to herself.

Alice turns golden eyes our way as well, focusing on Ran and supposing, “Your handiwork, Miss Ran?” She rattles the collar, tighter than a necktie on her.

“There will need to be more troubleshooting to assure that it cannot be trivially severed by a magician’s implements,” Ran all but confirms.

“Don’t bother, I don’t need more challenges than I already have.”

Alice swivels on a heel to face her opponent, eyes tightening just short of scornful, and raises her free hand. The dolls return to her flank, wielding a variety of medieval weaponry, and she declares, “Perhaps you need to be scolded with more than a simple danmaku match, amanojaku. No, you probably require a bruise or two for your trouble.”

Seija heels at the threat, beggaring, “Now, hang on, I’m all about close combat, you know. Really terrible at it and–“

She ducks, dodging the miniature lance of the one of the dolls. Hers punches the aggressor back, disarming the former. The two partake in fisticuffs as the rest of the army assaults Seija at Alice’s command. To call what Seija does fighting would be an insult to everything I’ve experienced in Gensokyo thus far. No, this is outright fleeing. Would she be able to hold her ground? I’m left unsure, as her desperation to avoid everything Alice throws at her is like watching a leaf be carried in the wind.

Not to say that I would fare better, because what Alice is doing would be considered domestic terrorism in any urban area, and I’m not trained for that level of bullshit. Dolls that fire bullets. Dolls that sweep and cut at their opponent. Dolls that fire lasers. Hell, dolls that explode. Did she go wrong at some point in her career in doll making? They appear so cute but are capable of such violence.

Speaking of, Seija’s doll seems to have lost its head. Its long blonde hair flaps across the ground as Alice’s champion mounts a foot atop the remaining body.

“Think we’ll be waiting a while?” I cross my arms and ask my companions.

“Yeah, you ain’t getting notes from this, huh?” Chen muses, encroaching down to my forearms.

“Some ten to fifteen minutes, give or take. Margatroid requires probable suspicion that her opponent will not fight back,” Ran estimates.

Seija dives back into the house, likely assuming Alice will reserve her destructive path for its sanctity. Her hopes are dashed as several of the lancer dolls shoot straight through the remaining boards. Seija’s voice can be heard from inside, prompting further assault from swords-dolls.

Chen purrs, “Keep going like this and it’ll be easy to get that brat back in the cage.”

I look down at the little solicitor and retort, “Hey, kettle, she’s barely been outside for two hours. You can’t be serious about bringing her back already.”

“Regis, consider what she has accomplished within those two hours,” Ran chides, leaving any lecturing idea stillborn. She monitors the fight in front of us, no longer paying me mind.

If I have it right, this is her way of saying this is an exercise left to the reader, not that it’s a particularly difficult list to conjure. For as brief a time as we’ve been out, Seija has done things that better define her. Little acts that show her obsessions, her focuses, and big acts that show her intents and ideas.

I play off of her deferral, and counter, “Be that as it may, it is terrible to send her back after promises of a full day out.”

Ran’s visage cracks a smile at the pontificating, now debating, “Her nature as an amanojaku, who would assent to being treated with disdain, set aside, there are extraneous concerns to her continued venture. Mentions of the word ‘danger’ seem to not sway you as they should, so instead I shall bring up your foreign terminology, ‘rocking the boat.’”

“So you’ll make an executive decision?”

She lilts, “Correct… but…” A rustle in the tassels of her hat, and a sharp breath snuck away from me, betrays some regret in that additional word. This garners her a glance from the cat in my arms, too. I can’t even begin to fathom her mind when she finishes, “I would like to know your opinion on the matter.”

“Mine?” I consider. Though a responsible answer is obvious, my true thoughts on the matter are…

[x] Seija’s too dangerous to people around her, and even herself if left to her own devices.

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

[x] Something a little more nuanced. (Write-in)



Love this little rascal. So much bark, so little bite. Not much for me to comment on. Perhaps I’m still sitting on some shelf of the writing skill mountain, but I have no idea where I am. I need new things to work on systematically, but it’s difficult to self actualize. Without reading, anyway, because I’m illiterate.

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back half a year after voting once. just how i am lol. was rereading bits of the early chapters before the last few updates so i was thinking if we'd ever check on dasshi (who i totally did not forget abt) and there she was.
also late as usual but...

[x] "Why don't we just...wait here for a little while. See what happens."
-[x] Hand Ran a bottle.
*zoom out*
>entire forest on fire
dundun. dundun. dundun.
i'm so late i'm here for the update.

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[x] Seija’s too dangerous to people around her, and even herself if left to her own devices.

the amount of collateral damage alone is

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

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huh... that is a interesting question we're facing with here... because the whole point of an incident it almost to be 'rocking the boat' so what was the difference with Seija...?

If I had to guess it was due to her escaping and now acknowledging the loss...? its not like she was in any place to make another incident (other than in how everyone pursued her.) since most of her allies wanted nothing to do with her afterwards. (Shimmy being the only exception as far as I am aware.)

and considering that she is an Amanojaku... and considering the authors comment just now of her being "So much bark, so little bite."

[x] Something a little more nuanced. (Write-in)
-[x]Is all this to 'feed' into her status as an Amanojaku?

that might not word it correctly, but... how to properly put it... is the near universal opposition and enmity against Seija meant to sustain the fear of her just like the incidents have made the other youkai to the humans... its just here that Amanojaku in particular are noted for their hostility to everyone else, not just humans? or am i off in that guess...? am I making sense here?

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

You know, now that I think about it, I'd say that Seija's incident was one of the less destructive incidents Gensokyo has faced.

>Remila: I blotted out the sun and smothered Gensokyo in sickening red fog. This would have killed everyone once the plants all died from lack of sunlight.
>Reimu: Eh, no biggie. Slap on the wrist and now your one of my best buddies.


>Yuyuko: I plunged Gensokyo into an endless winter for the sole purpose of unsealing an evil tree that wants to kill everyone. Everyone would have starved freezing to death once the food ran out since you can't grow food until Spring.
>Reimu: Water off a duck's back. A quick time out and we'll call it even.


>Okuu: I tried to drown the surface world in a sea of nuclear hellfire. This would have killed everyone everywhere in a horribly agonizing fashion.
>Reimu: Oh, whats an attempted genocide or two between friends. Forget about it and come have some tea.


>Seija: I tried to incite a rebellion that would bring about a new ruling order in Gensokyo. It would have been bloody but life would continue on afterwords.
>Reimu: How dare you! You are now the most wanted criminal in all of Gensokyo!


>Fortune Teller: I found out how to turn myself into a youkai while still retaining my humanity. This did not hurt anyone in any way anywhere, not even myself. I also fully intended to live a peaceful life without harming anyone after achieving this.
>Reimu: You sick, twisted bastard! You must die!

Gensokyo has some bizarre standards for acceptable incident resolution outcomes if you really think about it.

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tbf isn't alice the one doing explosions?
>what Alice is doing would be considered domestic terrorism
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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 bigwig one time.”

Ran stays quiet and I look over to see why. Her eyes are closed, an air of thought holding her. She raises a hand to her chin and comments, “Mm. Perhaps further examination is in order. What do you believe the ultimate goal of an amanojaku is?”

“The what? Ultimate goal?”

“Indeed. The ideal state or environment for which an amanojaku can exist.”

“… That sounds like a trick question,” I note.

“How so?” Ran quips, almost amused by my pointed calling.

“Amanojaku are self contradicting. Are you going to tell me that it goes beyond just their speech or their preferences? It’s something more?”

Ran’s eyes open, tracking Seija with a keen focus as she says a single word, “Inexistence.”

… My brows tighten in confusion, head shaking in a false start as I unpack the riddle. I look over at Seija as well and state the obvious, “But she’s alive. Like, as a living being. Wouldn’t that mean–“

She nods, “A paradox. Correct. As you stated, amanojaku are self contradicting.”

“And that’s why you’re happier throwing her back into confinement?” I surmise.

“It is not a debate of joy, Tanner. It is a debate of necessary control.” She raises her hand, flicking a finger to signal Chen. Chen’s ears twitch in response and she creeps towards the fight. Neither combatant takes notice of the girl in red, preoccupied with hurling and deflecting sentient dolls at one another.

I get a start at this, “That can’t be true, can it? I realize Youkai don’t always make sense but for an entire species to basically be nihilistic?”

“It is not a question Gensokyo has the capacity for formulating a solution to. The point, if there is one, is that amanojaku cannot be trusted to any extent. The sole reason you may describe her actions as ‘trouble’ and not as ‘existentially dangerous’ is due to a lack of means, not a lack of motivation,” Ran concludes, self-assured in her evaluations. She’s so serious about this topic, but instead of feeling worried for Seija I’m instead wondering… what makes Ran so sure this is all true?

A loud bang sounds from the fight. This is no different from the previous hundred in the last few minutes, except for the silence that follows. Ran’s eyes widen at the showing. I whip back to the scene where Seija and Alice are at a standstill, burns covering their dresses.

Wait, both of them? Seija hadn’t landed a hit last I saw. Hell, she wasn’t even trying to fight back. The loose puppet strings reach out in Alice’s direction, glistening trails tied to every one of her dolls. What impact this has, I’m unsure. It was enough to halt their immediate aggression is what’s important.

“You’re real creative, using the same trick over and over again. You should be less surprised, though,” Seija taunts the puppeteer.

“What just happened?” I openly mumble.

“Kijin is using stolen puppet strings to tether the dolls. Several were primed for detonating on her position before being tossed at Margatroid,” Ran reports.

In just minutes? She figured out how to contest control in just minutes?

Alice directs one brave soldier to charge down the Youkai, a dangerous fume coming from its back. Seija lashes at her tether, tugging the soldier from the air. It circles her body, overlapping the opposing strings, and once its trajectory is in line with Alice, the doll detaches from the strings.

Alice hurls an open string to intercept the doll… or rather, the projectile grenade. The fumes haven’t stopped pouring out of it, and it continues to hurtle her way. The string attaches to the doll, but seems to have no bearing on its flight. As a final measure, Alice walls herself with several more of her legion, using their bodies to shield against the first.

The instant the dolls collide the smoking one bursts, a bright fireball engulfing the witch and her creations for a split second. It passes over her, leaving no visible damage, but the same can’t be said for the dolls she used for protection. They’ve become unrecognizable, smoldering piles of flying cloth, wood, and plastic.

Alice harrumphs, Seija’s subversion causing a shift in the dynamic. She’s about to say something to her opponent, but angles her eyes to the ground. Seija has been firmly grounded and detained by Chen, barely able to struggle against Chen’s absurd grappling power.

Ran and I decide it should be safe to approach at this time. Alice is too busy tearing into Seija to notice our presence next to her. She also doesn’t seem to question Chen’s involvement.

“And maybe consider not breaking into someone’s home when you must hide somewhere? You should consider yourself lucky that I was in a good enough mood to humor your antics. Tying you up would have been a much simpler matter if I’d decided to,” the magician gloats over her… win? I suppose she didn’t lose, so it’s a win for her by default.

I look back up at the house. House is a poor way to describe the Swiss cheese I’m looking at, though. The only thing this could be considered a shelter for is kicked up dirt. Certainly nothing living.

I tap Alice on the shoulder, pointing at the more pressing matter of the scene.

She glances at it and turns back to reply, “Is there a problem? It looks quite usual to its state after any combat.”

“You do that to your house every time?” I ask, too taken aback to properly question her sanity.

“It’s of no matter to repair,” she dismisses offhandedly. “More critical is the presence of an intruder. I do not tolerate such things.”

… But… one of the other witches is a common burglar..?

My mental capacity is already at its limit discussing ethics with Ran and dealing with Seija’s… everything.

Ran and I bid the magician a good day restoring her house, the dolls proudly scrambling at her command to begin construction work. She had no downtime between getting assaulted and building her home, huh? I can’t put my finger on how, but that magician isn’t like the others I’ve met.

“So, where to now?” Seija coyly remarks. “Maybe the underground? What about Heaven? Oh! Or maybe the– Ach!”

Ran tightens her arms together on her back, securing the limbs against her body.

Seija chuckles through the pain, “… Mmm, metal cage, then? My favorite.”

“You’re really not helping her mood, you know,” I disparage the two of them equally. The double meaning doesn’t look to be lost on them when each gives me a look of contempt.

Ran takes the time to properly bind Seija, leaving me to gaze at the barrage of dolls at play. With a few extra minutes she apprehends the puppeteering rings from her fingers, handing them over to me for safe holding. They’re clearly magical, as Seija demonstrated for us, but I can’t detect a hint of anything extraordinary about them.

I fruitlessly try to get Alice’s attention to hand them back, but to no avail. I decide its at least better to hold onto them instead of leaving them on the ground. I don’t even consider going into the doll construction site. The place is like a hurricane of materials with Alice at the center.

“Not even gonna say goodbye? Well aren’t you unsavory,” Seija mocks.

I stifle a chuckle. Chen hollers without reserve. Despite her casual nature, there is no helping Seija’s image from the way Ran is carrying her. Hauled from her tied up arms, legs stiffly bent together, the girl is more like a bag hanging from Ran’s hand.

Our humors are dashed when Ran gestures out into the forest. “Now is the appropriate time to egress,” she commands.

I raise a hand to the open sky above us, questioning, “We can’t just fly out? In this giant clearing?”

“No. It is time to walk,” she dryly repeats, leading the way ahead.

Chen and I fall in behind her on peaceful walk through the more mundane sections of the forest. I’m unsure where we are gonna end up on the other side, but that matters little with Ran around.

No, what matters more is two things. My boredom, and my curiosity. Incessant detriments to a long life.

“Seija?” I call out to the luggage.

She grunts back, “Shut up. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet in the forest.”

“Is that to say you hate the quiet?”

“Think for yourself, I’m not telling,” she bites back. Ran jostles her when she starts to swing.

I ignore the two’s following bickering and get back to the point, “No, but really, Ran and I were going back and forth on this a bit ago: do you consider yourself dangerous?”

“No? Duh,” is her curtailed response. No elaboration, no scorning the question, just the answer. A rarity for her.

“Seriously? It’s that simple?”

“I mean, I could say yes and really throw you off. You know what, that’s more fun, so yes, I’m dangerous,” she muses, grinning up at the fox carrying her.

“Not all that surprising, hearing it from her directly,” Chen wiles at the amanojaku, marching beside her master. “She would want us to think that she’s a bigger problem than she actually is. It’s cute, really.”

Seija growls at the little brat, nearly literally biting at her, “Why don’t you try saying that again after I skin you, cat?!”

An insipid giggle follows the threat, “Meaning that you aren’t planning to!”

“Fuck off.”

Ran slaps a paper dolls from her open hand onto Seija’s mouth. “Provocations are not productive to civility. Consider doing the opposite, as you so enjoy,” she scolds. I hear her sigh in relief over Seija’s grumbles.

Natures ambiance fills the woods as we walk, the cool air mixing with colors of fall on the path back. A pleasant change from the once scalding summer heat amidst green canopies. Now if only I wasn’t walking through it for hours with a thin white shirt. I’ll have to think about warmer clothes soon.

On reaching the jailhouse, we find Kazegou already back at his post, guarding an empty cell. Ran drops Seija unceremoniously, letting the guard inspect the miscreant… more disappointment than surprise on his face.

“It’s barely evening. It was that short lived?” he ponders to the venerable fox and her bounty.

“Less. More time was used walking.”

Kaze prods the butt of his spear in Seija’s cheek. “Figures,” he drawls. Standing from his stool, he grabs Seija in the same fashion Ran carried her in, rustling the nonplussed girl for a reaction. “Not even a snarl? No sounds like a wild dog? Your spirit isn’t broken, is it? Gods forbid something good happens for once.” His eyes roll at the lack of enmity, and opens the secure door for us.

Ran is about to step in, but I grab her arm demanding, “We need to talk, first.”

Her mouth opens and pauses just short of telling me off for my attitude. Thankfully, she changes her mind and assents to my request, waving Kaze into the cell without us. The three of us wander back outside, and around the building to an alley. Chen remains close by, paws tapping on the overlapping roof tiles. She’s a little minx for sticking around this long, and if I had to guess I’d say she was entertained by Seija’s suffering. But that seems to go for everyone.

I look down at Ran, and start, “What you were talking about earlier. What was that?”

“Earlier? Do you refer to the dialogue at Margatroid’s residence?”

“Yeah, you said that amanojaku are all about inexistence, but that conclusion is… hard to believe.”

Ran stands a little taller, attempting to impress her ideas on the matter to me, “In what respect is it difficult to believe? The paradox of the species is stated in the most simplified possible terms. They like what others despise, value what others resent.”

“Why does that sound like you are talking about more than just Seija?”

“Because she is a singular amanojaku. There are more. Were more,” Ran corrects me… and herself. “The amanojaku were a Youkai that no other could bond with, but they also lacked strength to defend their malignant ways. Including from themselves.”

It occurs to me now that this is a history lesson, one from a time I couldn’t begin to imagine. I parse the end of the story, “And so they all died..?”

“With one known exception,” Ran deliberates. “Others may be somewhere, but they are as of yet unknown. Unknowns are not important when they are outside of Gensokyo. What is important is the turmoil they represent, embody, and preserve when they are present. Seija Kijin is that presence.”

“But you’re telling me this only now? Seija is basically doomed to self destruction in your eyes and that’s just the way of the world?!” my voice raises.

Ran grabs my shoulder and holds it firm. Her eyebrows have stiffened, and a stonier voice reassures me, “It is better her than the collateral she may cause. Lady Yukari herself even considered wiping her from Gensokyo entirely. I still do not understand why she did not.”

I clasp her forearm, challenging in whatever coherency I can, “You can’t just..! What right do you have to even say that?!”

“The protection of Gensokyo. There is no higher right, in my eyes. And even if you may disagree, understand. Amanojaku are not worth risking anything more than absolutely necessary.”

She releases the pressure from my shoulder, my heart pounding into the constricted veins. She slips her arm away from me, and walks off, leaving me to stew in my own thoughts.

She’s always saying her damn piece without giving me the time to rebuttal. Hell, my thoughts are still all over the place, far from rebuttaling. I head back in, using the precious seconds to mull over my thoughts once more. What I said before, against what Ran said now. No, more than that...

What everyone has been telling me from the start, including Seija herself, is something I don’t agree with. If my job is to observe and report, then I’m going to do my gods damned best to analyze what I’m looking at, and right now what I see is something everyone tells me is wrong. They say what is itself impossible in my mind. I need some way to experiment which one trumps the other. Though I may already have something lined up.

Kazegou breaks the door open for Ran and I, and we take our positions in the prison room. With a wave, Ran releases the girl from her bindings, sending a barrage of shikigami dolls returning to her sleeves.

Seija sprawls on the floor for several seconds, a sense of sloth overcoming her limited freedom. She rolls up and stretches her limbs. Muscles, tendons, anything she can find stiffened. I spend this time she’s meandering to draw some diagrams in my notebook.

I present the book to her, “Here, Seija, you might find this of interest.”

“Huh? More legitimate promises?” she stabs.

I brush off the comment, “No, a coordinate axis, a simple tool for vector analysis. I think it’s time you learned about this.”

[Please wait warmly as girl is learning…]



There seemed to be a bit of disunity in the votes. Bound to happen every here and there. Although some of you seem to be catching on to my game. Don’t worry, we’ll get there.

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>>45353

Bro, your thinking about it needs more thinking about it.

>Remilia
The whole point of the spell card system is that youkai need fear and belief to continue to exist, so they need some regular way to cause terror - and in turn, the incident resolvers need to be able to complete the incidents without too much issue. By playing via the spell card rules, you can cause the incident with minimal disruption in the long run.

While some incidents can be extended beyond the amount sustainable by the modern world, that very much relies on the assumption that the only supernatural hand on the scale is the perpetrators, and that there's no way somebody else (e.g. harvest goddesses, kappa and tengu, anything else) could be subtly or even openly counterbalancing the incident's negative effects.

Minoriko may actually be the unsung hero of multiple incidents :p.

>Yuyuko
>Okuu
These two are outright sympathetic, as they were both borne of misunderstandings. Yuyuko's goal wasn't to reawaken the death tree, it was to revive the corpse sleeping under it - completely unwitting that the corpse was her own, or why it had been put there.

Likewise, Okuu was a bird brain handed the nuclear football indirectly without ever getting the why of it explained to her properly. Her becoming an issue was largely a series of bad choices and misunderstandings, and like the others discussed before her, all it took was a spell card duel for her to relent.

And that's really the most important part of this; both of them and Remilia were willing to call off their incidents when they got their asses beat. Which leads me to the last two.

>Seija
>Fortune Teller
>While we're at it, Mizuchi
What gets you on the shit list isnt causing a disaster, it's not giving up on your disaster and coming to brunch when you've lost the spell card duel with the red-white girl. The consistent treatment across the rules of Gensokyo is that things only become extra punishing when what you're doing might fundamentally undermine the system of temporary fear and dueling.

Seija got on everyone's shit list by gathering up all the magical items she could find, and not giving up when the incident was resolved. An incident, by the way, that you've framed as something that's totally, definitely way less disastrous than the others, even though it had the ability to turn 2 out of 3 incident resolvers into psychopaths and could have had numerous other knock-on effects. And this wasn't something like PCB where the incident was meant to be a temporary disruption to achieve a seemingly benevolent end; this was already an incident where upheaval and chaos was the be-all and end-all goal, rather than a simple byproduct. And it's worth noting that the punishment Seija ultimately got from this was... being dueled with OP spell cards. Nothing more permanent or damaging.

Fortune teller, meanwhile, didn't do something as bad on the surface... but it again requires taking not only his current but future actions in the best light possible. He reincarnated himself basically into a living grudge, then tried to get people to not worry about the potential knock-on effects on the person he had the grudge with. There's every chance his grudge could have taken a turn for the worse just by the nature of his being.

Then there's the point that even if it worked, it actually could have caused worse damage by undermining the relationship between humans and youkai. If there's an easy way to turn into a youkai within the span of one lifetime, using no big tricks... what's to stop everyone doing it? If there's a bunch of humans who no longer fear youkai, this could in turn lead to disasters for the youkai populace, or more desperate responses by youkai to maintain that fear. Someone may have been compelled to act on his grudge against kosuzu for him just to maintain that fear.

And keep in mind, nothing he wanted couldn't have been achieved by becoming a hermit or some other sorceror, or retreating into the woods to become a youkai in a way that relationship of fear could be maintained. He just chose a more risky route for quicker rewards, which is a remarkably short-sighted decision for a fortune teller.

But something tells me he wasn't quite the fortune teller he thought he was.

And this pattern holds in FDS. You can even see this dichotomy play out:
Reimu: Now that I beat you, shall we call it quits here?
Mizuchi: No, I want to continue my grudge-
Reimu: I see. SHALL I END YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE ON THIS EARTH?
Mizuchi: ...Let's call it quits here.

I still think there's a case to be made that Seija is quite sympathetic, being somewhat forced by her nature to be belligerent. Really, that leads into my own ideas of things like 'does a tube fox lead things to ruin because they want to? or would they lead it to ruin even if they sincerely wanted to help?'

But the reality is that ISC is like Seija losing a video game fair and square, declaring that her loss shouldn't count, and both her and her opponents picking the op characters for her demanded rematch. Not the best response by anyone involved, but Seija ultimately got to walk away from it when her item's magic power ran out and her rep was bad enough to prevent new incidents from her for a while.

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[Continued…]

Question: what does Seija’s power do, exactly? I do not refer to her inexplicable ability to pick up someone else’s tool and somehow use it like her own. No, I mean her actual magical ability: turning things over. It sounds so mundane, but those are usually the ones I find most interesting.

In my efforts to answer this question, among other… ulterior motives, I’ve started teaching Seija a number of mathematical principles that might help expand her creative faculties in this subject. Coordinate axis, coordinate basis, coordinate transformations, basis vectors, everything I can conjure from my dusty knowledge is crammed into her brain.

While she may not retain even ten percent of what I say, anything that sticks is another step in the direction I want. And it is a want of my own, selfish as can be. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that Ran and Seija have both caught on by the end of the first day.

Hell, the possibility is completely wiped away when I start discussing rotational values stemming from trigonometry on the start of the second day. It doesn’t help that I begin to notice objects in Seija’s cell shift around overnight. The futon thrust to a different wall, significant clumps of dirt, still remaining from my first day excursion, creating crop circles on the metal floor, even the hanging Daruma doll changes its vantage point.

Ran finds no room for complaints, as I haven’t necessarily broken any of our initial agreement. It’s been tricky, but I have managed to avoid any mention of mirror transformations in all of my ramblings, and I never cared for chemistry related topics to begin with. Rotations should suffice for all of my purposes, though. If I’m right, and what we observe in Seija’s cell continues to progress, she’ll have the edge needed to properly challenge people with her power alone. When she comes to realize this, I’ll be close by to see what hides under all of her pomp.

Until then, Ran keeps a steady eye on us, enough to dissuade Seija from trying anything too adventurous. In fact, progress on most other aspects grinds to a halt for the rest of the week. A willingness to convene in questionable dealings stunted by more responsible heads. That I’m afforded this leeway to begin with should be counted as a blessing, so I’m not much to complain.

The last day of trading education for personal information seems to run like a dull blade, wishing to pierce skin with its tension but prevented by a slow draw.

Now, several days later, I sit at my desk with only muscle-deep information about the girl. I feel like I could’ve gone to the bone, if not the very marrow, but Ran held me from doing so.

I stop striking the keys of the typewriter, a lapse in concentration as the thought takes me on this dreary autumn day. It’s probably for the best that Ran is stopping me from indulging in my curiosity. It’s like she’s become my default safety net against the dangers it might present.

My fingers feel cramped, typing at the keys for several hours straight without rest. Still so much to do, but I should stop for a moment. Make some tea or something. I rise from my desk and head for the kitchen. It surprises me to see Keine sitting at the living room table.

“Did I miss you coming back? What time is it?” I gasp, shocked at my own lack of sense.

She looks up and over from a book, staring at me with obvious concern, before jutting her eyes over to her hat, enshrined on its home shelf. “Is that enough of an answer?”

I grunt in response, “I think so. Sadly, that means I never even had lunch. Or drank any water, for that matter.” I continue into the kitchen, listlessly preparing a kettle and fire to make tea. Didn’t care for tea, was more about coffee. Still more about coffee, but I think the Scarlet Devil Mansion is the single place I’ve seen it since coming to Gensokyo. Real shame, that.

“Writing Seija’s report has you that engrossed? I’m surprised you found her so interesting,” Keine’s muffled voice says from behind the screen door.

I sniff at the statement and retort, “You don’t? She’s like a well of weird questions I hadn’t thought to ask until now.”

I hear the door slide and a hand settles to my shoulder. Keine slides up next to me. “What sorts of questions? There’s a lot that you could ask, but might not be good to,” she muses, leaning into me as we stare at the kettle.

“So you remind me every week. And it really isn’t anything, just those mundane questions that were probably brought up so many years ago. What makes one person that starts an incident dangerous where another isn’t? What is the status quo for Youkai?” I ponder, expecting no answer from her.

“… So you are sympathetic to that amanojaku,” she concludes.

A snort escapes my airway as I joke, “Did the big bad fox tattle on me?”

She tilts in front of me, and pats my cheek, “No, Tanner, I simply paid attention to what you were doing. Not everything revolves around you and her.”

“Fair enough…” I drawl, letting the soft flame carry the sound of the conversation. A few moments pass until the kettle comes to steam. As I’m adding the dried leaves I nearly stutter when asking, “Does it bug you?”

She holds a thought, pensive to share it, but relents, “Everything bugs me, Tanner. You of all people should know that.”

“Right… sorry.” I fetch two cups from the overhead chest.

“… Wait, no, I don’t mean to…” she doubles back, drifting away from me. I pour the cups as she tries to compose a more coherent thought, and hand one over to her. “Thank you. And… I’m sorry as well, that was uncalled for.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I shirk off. “You’re always too stressed for me to hold it against you.”

“Well that certainly boosts my confidence,” she sarcastically accepts.

We return to the living room table with our cups in hand, and sit across from one another. She returns to her book, testing the temperature of her tea every here and there, while I review my notes. I often wonder if my notes are legible to anyone else, if not completely recognizable as language. I mean, I can barely make out my own scrawls just a few days after the fact.

I sip from my cup, the earthy flavor not settling on my palette pleasantly, but still better than regular water. This sort of peace always comes following the field work. While a part of me feels like such meandering days are dull, another part remembers that this is what should be considered normal in all regards.

Keine lifts her cup, confident the temperature has finally settled, but is interrupted by a clattering, rushed sound. A knock at the door, and by someone in a hurry. She sets down her leisurely activities with similar haste and makes for the door.

I shuffle about, trying to get a view of who’s there as she opens it.

The evening shadows cover a man in armor, that of the village guards’, as he stands panting. His breathing makes him sound like he could go out at any second. Keine put a hand to his shoulder, worried first for his health before anything else. The man, thinly built for a guard, rasps out a moment’s pause alongside a signaling hand.

Half a minute later, he stands tall to announce with torn breath, “Miss Kamishirasawa, the amanojaku escaped!”

Keine looks at him for a moment. While I can’t see her face, I can imagine the steepled eyebrows she so often brandishes at me when she says, “I suppose it was only a matter of time until she found a way?”

This, in turn, equally confounds the guardsman. “… Ma’am, you don’t… look very disturbed by this news.”

Her voice hardens, imposing the counterargument, “Should I be? I don’t see what help that will be to you if I’m up in arms.”

“R-right, sorry, ma’am.”

“Now state your purpose for informing me.”

The man elaborates as ordered, “The amanojaku has escaped and the guard is in pursuit to recapture her, but we do not yet know how she escaped!”

“And so you wish to know how she did so, is that correct?”

“… If you could please help us, miss Kamishirasawa,” the man looks ready to crumble when the question leaves his lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look this nervous around Keine.

“Haah…” she openly sighs. “If you continue acting like a child that needs the help of his teacher, you won’t appear like the strong and reliable guardsman you are. I cannot coddle you all at all times, you realize.”

“… S-sorry, ma’am.”

Keine shakes her head, a more beleaguered sigh escaping her lips, as she shoos off the guard, “I know where to go so join the efforts in finding that girl. And please, retreat if anyone should get hurt. Your lives are worth so much more than putting an amanojaku in their temporary cage.”

“Ma’am!” the man almost yells before bolting in the opposite direction. A sudden quietude washes over the room now that he isn’t filling the air.

“Real commanding officer you are,” I rib.

“You’re coming too, my wakadoshiyori,” she demands, moving quickly to snatch her hat from its shelf. “I despise gambling, but would it be a safe bet to think you have something to do with this ruckus?”

I lean back into the table, really gushing out a level of coyness meant for theater, “What? Me? Why, I’d never have anything to do with something so nefarious.”

A sly smile crosses her face. She pulls me up by my arm, directing us to the door with the proclamation, “Put your shoes on, young man. We should see what damages you caused.”

We walk through the streets with a purpose, evening crowds doing nothing to abate our trail. Soon enough, we break through the liveliest sections of houses and bars to approach the jailhouse. The building from the front looks to be in fine condition, so we head in immediately.

Stepping inside, nothing seems to be out of place, aside from a close to empty rack of weapons, where before a number of bladed tools and even firearms lay. Keine and I take conservative steps to the back of the room, inspecting every inch for something out of place. When nothing catches our eye, we break open the door to the cell.

Inside looks to be no different than usual at first, the metal walls all sitting as sturdy as they should be, the bars thick as arms, and even the door has been closed. What is different is the lack of a certain occupant.

“You really thought this would be a temporary cell?” I question Keine’s earlier choice of words.

“We both see the lack of a Youkai inside, Tanner. I do not think I need to give you more reason,” she argues back, crouching down to sift through scattered clods of dirt. “What in the world is all of this dirt doing here?”

“Ah, well…” I mumble, wasting my mental faculties on what plausible lie I could explain this with. Nothing seems to come together, and so I concede, “I brought this in. Used it as a prank on Seija.”

“A prank?” Keine repeats, looking up at me with the most quizzical look I’ve ever seen her give. “You gifted a girl dirt?”

“Listen, I was thinking outside the box,” I defend myself. “It wasn’t my only gift, though. I gave her a Daruma doll as a show of good will,” I further, pointing at the cell’s ceiling.

Keine and I look inside the bars, inspecting the interior’s contents. Futon, dirt, cloth tightened to a rope on the ceiling, but no Daruma.

“But she left it there this whole time,” I pout.

“Where should this doll be?” Keine instructs, more focused on the investigation than my misgivings. I point up at the thin cloth, motioning at the empty loop is still has. “Then we can assume she took it with her…” Keine asserts.

“A statement that she’s not planning on coming back?” I conjecture, walking over to the cell’s door to check the cloth.

The bars rattle with a bit of effort. “What the–?” I gasp, getting no clearance whatsoever. “Is this locked?”

Keine skirts over to me, starting, “What, why would it be–?” She tugs at the door as well, getting no more than I do out of it. She stops once the clattering of metal fills the room. “There’s no reason it should be closed. The guard on duty would have left to fetch his brothers as soon as he entered.”

“Knowing it was still Kazegou on duty, that’s probably what happened. But… that would mean Seija locked it?” I figure, looking back at my second set of eyes.

She paces back and forth for a moment before yielding, “If not her, who? Is it something sensible for her to do?”

“It’s Seija, so instead of leaving it open as a bold declaration of her escape, she closed it. Still… how’d she get the key off Kaze?”

“That child, always so impossible,” Keine grunts for both of us.

“Regis,” a voice pricks my ears. A familiar, vulpine voice. “Can you hear me?”

I search around, baffled that I couldn’t sense her approach in the slightest. “Ran?” I call out. “Where the hell are you? Not to mention where the hell have you been? Seija’s gotten out.”

“Look inward if you do not know why that is,” she stabs, a bit of venom on her tongue. I feel her trusty surveillance doll sneak out from my collar and nestle into my hand. “This communication method is for emergencies only, as the doll does not have long to function as such. Listen carefully and do not interrupt.”

Keine and I stay silent, understanding that Ran wouldn’t be this intense without reason.

The doll vibrates in my hand, projecting greater volume, “I have been investigating Kijin’s whereabouts as of this afternoon. She eluded the guard during a routine meal preparation. There is no evidence as to how she accomplished this, but that will need to wait for a later time. At this moment she has arrested objects from the antiques shop, Kourindou, including and most importantly a blade.”

“What?!” Keine interjects. She snags the doll from me, snarling, “How did she find it?! You said it was hidden somewhere no one would find it!”

“Ah, Kamishirasawa, excellent,” Ran calmly assesses my company. “Little more explanation is needed, in that case. All communications are hereby cutting out to redirect resources.”

Despite giving it a few moments, no further response comes from the doll, now cut off from its master. Keine crumples the article in her hand. She holds it, shaking. She contains her voice, but even without it I can practically hear the fire from her grimace.

I gently put my hand over hers, noticing pale white in her knuckles. My token attempt to calm her shows little results, at most staying her wild shivers to steady shakes. Without context I can do little to balm whatever just happened.

She strips her hand away from mine, tossing the paper off to the side and storming out of the building. As she exits the front, I hear her guttural war cry, shouting the sole name, “YAKUMO!”

She jumps out of sight without a word, nor explanation. One blade could send her into a frenzy like that? Something must have gone horribly wrong. Something I’m not privy to.

I don’t think Ran expected this would happen, as now I need to put the pieces together myself. Including where the fuck everyone’s going. And… how much of a mess I’ve gotten us all into.

[x] Investigate the jailhouse further, there may still be clues.

[x] Time to put Chen’s tracking instructions to good use again.

[x] Something else that might find them. (Write-in)



Hm… no, I don’t got anything for y’all this week. 15K hits (views?) on AO3? Pandering for thoughts from those that are voting? I’ll let you all be as Chen, sticking around as you like.

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[x] Investigate the jailhouse further, there may still be clues.
nook, cranny, etc

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-[x] Of the math she learned, which of it would be most interesting for her to experiment with?

Surely she left a trail of experiments to test her newfound knowledge of physics.

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Call me crazy but i get the feeling the Seija never left...

Also Ran seems to be now running away from an irate teacher...XD

Though Kiene, if all you needed to know what was taken was what shop it was and 'a sword, then you knew it wasn't all that hidden... =P

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sure, why not.
>crop circles on the metal floor
INLAND EMPIRE - Oh yeah, you're doing this.

[x] Investigate the jailhouse further, there may still be clues.
-[x] Squat down, play with the dirt and call her name.

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[x] Investigate the jailhouse further, there may still be clues.

This is no time to worry about something I’ve yet to find; there’s an order of operations to these things. In this case, I first need to find how Seija broke out, then I can worry about where they all went.

First, what was her method of exit?

The cell door, or rather the door into the actual cell and not the heavy metal door out of the room, doesn’t appear to have any external damage. No scratches around the lock. The bars are not bent. If she went through here it would have been with a key.

Are there other options that seem plausible?

The only other ways out of the room are the bars themselves and the window in the back. That window is too small to fit a body through, even one as thin as Seija’s. Of course, that isn’t even taking into account the bars in the opening. If she were to get through them she would have to place them back afterwards. That seems like too much work for her to bother.

So… the cell door. How did she open it? And how did she lock it again after? The key, obviously. The heavy, rounded metal key that Kazegou usually has on his person. He’s not here for me to ask, but I’d assume he doesn’t let it leave him for any reason while he’s on duty, so that makes it simple for Seija. Well, simple in that she knows where it was, approximately. The real problem is how to get it off of Kaze, then.

He needs to bring her food twice a day. I saw him do it once, and he was uncharacteristically meticulous in the act. His back never even faced her. There shouldn’t have been any opportunity for her to filch it from him. But if she didn’t pickpocket it..?

I look between the bars, inside the cell. Something itches at the back of my mind, but I can’t quite explain what. I gaze into the shapes of dirt, systematically spread into a canvas as wide as the available floor.

Every inch is drawn in, with the rare sighting of a footprint to break the patterns.

These patterns consist of circles… more circles. Some arcs… A line? I wipe my palms against my eyes, hoping I’m not seeing straight. Even through now bleary vision, though, a line persists amongst the many drawings in the dirt. At the back of the cell, up against the wall and perhaps in attempt to hide it, a line stands out amongst the shapes. The futon is against the left wall, so perhaps it was made from moving that by hand?

No, that can’t be. The line breaks through an assembly of overlapping circles and arcs, meaning it happened after they were drawn.

How could she possibly make such a shape? I only taught her how to rotate things.

… No, there’s multiple ways she could accomplish this, but for now I’ll have to run under the assumption that this isn’t some form of trick. Seija, somehow, someway, can move objects in straight lines. That isn’t good, and I’d rather not believe it, but that’s likely how she got the key off of Kazegou.

Did she do it while he was sitting in front of the heavy door? There’s a small window in the dividing door that the key could fit through, but that would mean she could manipulate the key without even seeing it or its exact location. Not an idea I want to play with.

No, I’ll assume she snuck it off of him when he had to present her food. The key is only to the cell itself and not the door out, so it’s possible he didn’t notice after he left. While he may be alert, I doubt Kazegou would notice an object leaving his back pocket of its own volition.

But with that assumption in mind, did he find out Seija was out of her cell because he checked the key or only when he had to next present her food? It would have to be when he first went to get food, just this morning. That would fall in line with Ran’s report of following Seija for a while, not to mention the little minx robbing Kourindou for gods know what purpose.

As for the cell door itself… Why did she lock it? I guess she wanted to? Something as nonsensical as that would be precisely her modus operandi. A sort of signature of work. But something doesn’t sit right with me…

My gaze slides from the closed bars back to that open hole of a window. That conspicuous, open hole.

I step out of the jailhouse entirely to skirt across the front, ignoring an onset of rain that had been threatening to come for hours now. Through the closest alley I find a division from the jailhouse and its rear neighbor. I slowly sidle into the tight space, normally shaded in clear skies, but pitch dark in this rain. Guesstimating the spot just under the barred window, I begin to fumble along the ground for any solid objects amidst moistened dirt and dust.

Something bumps at my hand, too massive to get shoved away in the collision. The heavy metal key to the cell. She left it here after all? Not that I should be surprised by my own hunch, but still, it’s strange. I don’t think anyone but I would have found this here, at least not on the same day she escaped. A sort of challenge, or am I reading too deeply into her nonsense?

I stow the key in my pocket and make my way back in, taking brief respite from the rain.

I think I’ve covered everything inside the jailhouse, but now to think about outside of it. Where’d Seija go? It’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep track of everything without my notebook. Somehow I didn’t think I’d need it, but now I feel practically naked without it and my backpack. Hardly necessary items, but they’ve become fixtures on my person for so much of my ‘fieldwork’ that it’s stranger to not have them nearby.

I glance around the rooms for a fresh set of ideas. The empty wall of weapons reminds me that much of the village guard is currently chasing after Seija. To cobble together that many men, there must have been a positive sighting of where she went.

So nearby, even if by flight. That should rule out the Youkai Mountain, among many other places. The Scarlet Devil Mansion is suicidal and the guards wouldn’t follow her there. Same for the garden of the sun. After narrowing down the list, I’m left with a familiar, and rather obvious, locale. Somewhere she would go to lose someone without being lost herself.

I begin my arduous jog from the jailhouse to the forest of magic, by no means a marathon, but also not around the block. This is no time to think about the distance, nor how fatigued I’ll be when I get there. I just need to catch up with everyone. Through blinding sprays of rain, chilled by the autumn overcast, I run. There are no people out in this drear, nor any animals to sound off over the soft din. The trip is isolating, without anything to keep my mind occupied from its worries.

Once the trees start to clump together a little tighter I can tell that I’m approaching the outskirts of the forest. Just how deep did they all go, I wonder?

Scrapes in the wood and branches suggest the group of guards came through here. The marks spread out wide enough for me to further assume they fanned out with very little caution. I traipse through this general bearing, crossing my fingers that it doesn’t shoot off somewhere else entirely.

Around a minute down the trail I spot something in a crook of trees, largely hidden from sight. On approach I find one of the village guards, a man in a light set of armor. He’s out cold, nestled here for what trivial protection from the elements can be provided. That said, it’s just him. Just the one guy.

Where are the rest?

I don’t expect to find the answer here, and so I continue inwards, assured that I’m going the right way.

As the canopy above thickens, for whatever reason, I feel as if the miasma of the forest is mixing into my breath. Logically I chalk it up to paranoia. The miasma is not a physical gas as I understand it, it’s not matter by any account, and exists outside of mundane senses. Even so, I can’t scrape away this falsely sour taste in my mouth.

The forest darkens still. Visibility was already diminished from the rain and clouds, but in here I might as well be in a cave. The only light provided is from bioluminescence, that of bugs, flora, and, of course, mushrooms. Navigation is now a wish before it’s a method, and I can only wonder if I’m lost for some time.

Through a dense set of brush the trail ends. Soldiers, and their weapons, dot an open area, the place lit by both the forest and lanterns. None of the men remain standing from whatever transpired. White hair shines in the middle, reflecting every color imaginable. Keine sits checking one of the bodies. A sight that looks impossible for the current state of Gensokyo.

“Keine!” I shout, sprinting to her side. “What the hell happened?!”

She shakes her head, consternation wrinkling her face. “Seija subdued everyone here. The way she moved, it was like nothing I’ve ever witnessed.”

I look down at the man she’s kneeling next to, her fingers pressed to his neck. I’m almost afraid to, but ask, “Are they alright?”

This time, she nods, drawing a tense breath out of me. “Aside from bruised bodies and egos, they seem fine. I only got here at the tail end of the fighting and didn’t give chase. I must ensure these men are safe. The vice captain, however, he went further in after Kijin. I couldn’t arrest his attention before he was out of sight. Miss Yakumo came shortly after, suggesting I move these men out of the forest.”

I swivel my head around, trying to find any sign of my fox companion. “Ran came by? Wasn’t she looking for Seija earlier than the guards?”

“I do not know why she was delayed, and truthfully I don’t have the luxury of contemplating it. The miasma here is not a thing humans can withstand, and these men need to be ferried out first thing. Come, pick up a body and help me.”

Gazing into Keine’s eyes, a crystalline sharpness cuts into them, coaxing out her authority. She points a finger at another soldier, but I’m not convinced into following the order. It’s all too convenient.

I instead kneel down, grabbing her shoulder, and squeezing. I look her stern in the eyes and ask, “Keine, what did Seija take from Kourindou?”

She stares daggers back, withholding any reaction under the delayed response, “… Why are you asking?”

“Because I’ve never seen you that enraged before. Now don’t play games with me, what is it and how dangerous is it?”

She stays quiet for a moment. Her lip flicks for a split second, baring her teeth in what I’d pin as frustration, before being swatted under control. She looks away and huffs at my advance, “Dangerous. Extremely dangerous by Gensokyo’s standards. And I’m not sure if I’m allowed to inform you of it.”

“That bad?” I try to air with any levity left in my voice, but it only comes off as belabored.

She nods. “Not something you should approach callously, Tanner. No… I don’t allow you to approach it. I… refuse to see you hurt yourself.”

Silence follows her voice. She doesn’t plan to give up and let me run ahead, that much is clear. How far she’s willing to go, that’s yet to be tested. And I think I’ll leave that test for better circumstances.

“Fine,” I relent.

“Hopefully you’re being dramatic…” she mutters, hauling a body over her shoulder. “Caring for Youkai like them keeps getting you hurt, and I don’t want to think about what happens when you don’t get up. Pick a man, and don’t feel like it needs to be the biggest ones here, I won’t think less of you for it.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I affirm, moving to the edge of the opening, towards the smallest body. Keine turns towards the way out, where I saw the first man passed out. And I…

Reach into my pocket. A few rocks fling from my hand, aimed past her. I cover my eyes briefly, waiting for the blast of light to shoot around my hand.

Flash.

Thud.

And I bolt. I don’t question the direction. I didn’t really figure out what the best direction is, yet. I just pick a heading and go.

Out from the depths, but further from safety.

“TANNER! PLEASE!” I hear her wail from somewhere far behind me.

The voice fades with distance, until I am well and truly alone again. Lost in the woods.

[Please wait warmly as teacher wanders…]



No, I’m not gonna talk about the next post… except for the awesome part where Reimu comes in out of nowhere and saves the day by shooting a thousand needles! Thunk thunk thunk!

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>protagonist having agency
I like this. I want more of this.

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Why did I do that? I should have tried harder to convince her… No, what am I saying?! I’m too god damn stubborn for my own good.

Now I’m just walking aimlessly through the forest. The thickest portion of trees gives way, so I at least know I’m not going in circles, but with the rain not letting up, combined with its inherent cloud coverage, there’s nothing for me to keep my bearings by. Every step I take feels as good as walking blind.

Gods, why didn’t I just listen to Keine? I’m going to get myself hurt, I don’t know how, but with my luck it’s all but guaranteed. Even with the wildlife hiding from this torrential precipitation something must be lurking around the next corner… I don’t know what makes me think that, but I have that adrenaline inducing feeling like when the onikuma saw me.

Then again, anything might be better than the nothing I’ve found for a couple dozen minutes now. Has it been that long? Has it been longer? I check my watch, the old thing’s digital display finally fading, and its back light broke at some point. Probably from my underwater trip with Wakasagihime. I haven’t been setting myself up for success, lately, have I?

Fairies in blue, too small to give me trouble, eye me from around the area. They seem to be gathering the further I go, so perhaps that’s a sign of something?

Up ahead, a color that stands out from its surroundings. A vibrant, vital red shines below a set of trees. I pick up my pace to meet the only person I know in that dress. She appears to be slumped to the ground, and not alert like she always is.

“Chen?” I call out to her a stone’s toss away. She doesn’t respond. My concerns now have a reason to manifest. “Chen!”

I clamber over tree roots as quick as I can to reach her, crouching before the girl. She has an arm draped over her stomach, lying along the trunk of a tree no different from the rest. She grimaces in pain. Guess she lost a fight with Seija. Though that begs to question if Ran was here or not when such a fight took place. She was late to arrive, apparently.

I look around, seeing if anything of importance is nearby. Doesn’t appear to be the case. Chen must have intercepted Seija just after the fight with the soldiers, then. Or… could it be before?

The way she’s grimacing, that look of pain, that isn’t something I’ve really seen from Youkai. I don’t know if the way they heal or the time it takes differs by the species, but Nitori once had her entire face caved in, so what is causing Chen such..?

I look down at her arm, the sleeve specifically. Gently lifting it from her body I find it to be wet, as expected of the rain, but the underside is stained red. This prompts me to inspect her stomach closer.

I didn’t notice in the poor light, but her shirt is torn. The area underneath is just as red, however. Following the tears, I discover a wide, open wound across her abdomen. A wound from a cut, if I had to bet. The guards wouldn’t have done this, this is too far in for them to have seen her, not to mention Chen would have set them straight on who their target is. No, this must have been done by Seija, but when?

How long ago was it? Her wound is still open. I raise my ear to the surroundings. Over the rain, nothing stands out. No obvious sounds of combat, nor the blood curdling rage of a nine-tailed fox. But this doesn’t make sense. How has Chen’s wound not already healed? Should I assume it’s because of the weapon Seija stole? From what Keine said, that very well may be the case.

Something that can put down a Youkai with a physical wound. If it’s strong, even when being used by a Youkai, I can only guess what it would do to me.

I shake myself from my thoughts, realizing the severity of what is happening, and attend to Chen. Although, when I say attend I only mean the bare minimum of first aid. My backpack has bandages, among other essentials, but that’s back at home.

I take off my shirt and start to wrap it over itself. An improvised gauze, and hardly effective, but better than nothing. As I finish tightening the article I notice the solid object left in the breast pocket. The heavy key of Seija’s cell. In a way complicit to everything happening right now. Would any of this be happening if that cell didn’t even exi...–?

Actually… I drop the key into the dirt. In this random spot of the forest of magic, I doubt it’ll be found anytime soon. That should stop the village from attempting to capture anything in that cell for a while. Likely for the better.

But with that tangent out of mind I return to the more critical task of bandaging Chen.

It leaves much to be desired, the apparel staining red in a matter of seconds, but I can still hope that a Youkai’s natural constitution will be her saving grace. For a moment I consider moving on as is, but seeing the girl out cold and injured gives me pause. With nothing around, would someone be more or less likely to find her if I take her with me? I wish I could take her to Eientei myself, but with this being how she ended up Ran might not be faring better.

Despite my reservations, I decide to do what you’re not supposed to with an injured person, and attempt to move her around. I scramble her limp form over my back, warmth coming from the escaping vigor in her midsection. When I’m sure I have her settled, I trudge through more of the forest, now following signs of a distant struggle.

I can feel the cold get to me with every step, the rain impacting my bare skin, threatening a case of hypothermia any minute. Adrenaline will do little to help me if it should come to that, but at this point I have little recourse than to keep going. And in that, the horrible silence of the mouthy brat on my back. It’s unsettling to hear nothing but her haggard breaths, almost drowned out by the surroundings despite being next to my ear.

At some point, I begin mistaking my breath for hers, the elements taking steady dues from my body. I’ve become soaked through, as if I’m submerged in open air. The only solace left for me is the continued signs of combat in the trees. Scores of blade marks, occasional sprays of black soot, and claw marks paint this new trail. With how much they’ve traveled, I wonder if Seija’s trying to escape.

The question falls to the wayside with the rising strikes of metal against metal. My pace hastens involuntarily in reaction to every crash that explodes nearby. Finally, I see a white dress over the dim grays of the forest. It moves out of the way of another white dress, followed then by brassy armor going in to strike.

I settle Chen in sight of a nearby tree, making sure she can be seen from where the three people are fighting but otherwise out of the way. I wipe at my back to find a damp streak of her blood. She looks pale. I need to get them to stop and soon if we’re to get her help.

I approach them with the same caution Chen might, stepping lightly from cover to cover, closing the distance without making myself known. Now’s not the time to complicate things. Not when they’re all jumping around like a tornado of blades.

I catch the last second of Kazegou, with rifle in one hand and sword in the other, bearing down on Seija, his roar exhausted, desperate. Seija catches the blade with her own, a surprisingly plain looking thing with accompanying scabbard in her off hand. She pushes him back with her weight and winds up a kick, sending him across the ground into the tree I’m hiding behind.

I crouch to get a better look at Kaze. His eyes are barely open, hanging onto consciousness by whatever spite normally drives him. His head turns back to the fight, body threatening to get up, but stumbles and loses the grip on his weapons.

Ran and Seija look over to him, a brief reprieve in their torrid pounces. Seija appears completely unscathed, carrying a sack filled with the odds and ends she took from Kourindou, and the sword in her left hand. Ran is also unfettered, her dress immaculate outside of a red stain near her waist. She doesn’t stand like she’s injured, but red is hard to miss on white.

“Yeesh, he’s way too much fun for one girl,” Seija grunts, scratching at her scalp with the scabbard. The piece appears broken and splintered from all of the combat she’s just been through. Or maybe she’s been using that as a weapon, too? It would explain how she incapacitated the guards. “A one on one is far worse, if you ask me.”

Ran rounds on the girl, razor nails peeking from her sleeves, “Cease your mockery, amanojaku. You are far past the context of being offered a danmaku duel.”

“Haha!” Seija guffaws at the threat. “What I wanted was danmaku the whole time, I thought you got that back at the jail? You listen when people talk, huh?”

“You wanted this? You wanted to injure my shikigami with that blade?! You are truly too deranged for Gensokyo!” Ran retorts, slipping a few papers slips into her fingers.

Seija daintily twirls the handle in her palm, pointing the end towards the fox as she spits, “Am I too deranged for Gensokyo, or is everyone else not deranged enough? You don’t remember the time when Youkai could go at each other like anybody’s business! Or did you actually forget in all of this droll pretend with that human? Seriously, what is that about? Throw your name around more, it’s as gray as today without somebody to knock off the stupid fucking throne.”

A paper slip shoots across the gap between them, getting cut by Seija’s blade. The sound of the collision is like a circular saw cutting into metal: sharp and extremely violent.

Seija clicks her tongue at my partner. “Not even gonna keep talking? And people call me polite.”

Ran leaps from her spot, tossing out several more paper slips, talismans, to follow up her own winding claws. I can almost see the razors glint through the air towards Seija’s throat.

Seija… slips? Slides…? Translates out of the way. The motion is like she was dragged by a string, without any outside impetus of her own to cause the change in momentum. The speed at which she moves is not to be scoffed at, either. Quicker than the blink of the eye, but not faster than can be seen. Ran redirects her attack to follow the motion, but Seija has already moved behind her by rotating with Ran as the central axis.

Allowing her momentum to carry, Seija spins with the sword in the same breath she shoots out of range. Ran catches the heavy strike with her forearm, but to say this was to block or deflect the strike would be optimistic. Mitigating damage would be how she’d put it.

Seija lands with a slide, pointing herself back at the target. “Oh c’mon, aren’t you supposed to be tough? Real tough, you are!”

Should I run out and deescalate? How would I even accomplish that? Ran would be livid if I tried, and Keine wouldn’t let me hear the end of it for putting myself in danger. Shit, what do I do, though? They’re gonna tear each other apart at this rate…

“Hey!” Seija persists. “Have you gone deaf, you senile old fox? I thought that would happen to your master first?”

“Your childish taunts are nothing but vapid noise and yet you act as so much a worse reprobate than expected,” Ran seethes at the renegade. “My lady should have disposed of the rest of your species when the opportunity was present.”

Talismans drip from Ran’s sleeves, increasing in rate until they pour out like a tide. They whisk around her as if she suddenly controlled the raindrops themselves. Dare I say she does as the paper blots out the rain above and any winds that were once here pale in comparison to the fans of white. I lose sight of my partner in this frenzy, yet paper continues to pour through the trees. Once sufficiently filling the area they stop on a dime, frozen in air.

They then point directly at Seija. All of them.

I dive to the ground just in time for them to coalesce on the girl, so fast that I can only tell they go from one place to the other. Describing their trajectory is far outside any reality I could achieve. They would be closer described as bullets.

Seija slips through gaps left in the barrage, moving through microsecond openings that are no more than hallucinations to me. Any cuts she receives are no more than skin deep, and impossible to see at this range. Still, she doesn’t beeline for Ran, opting to bounce around the field until an opportunity presents itself.

Ran herself is held in place directing the swells in every which direction to entrap Seija. They tear through branches, roots, and the ground itself in their torrent. My only saving grace in hiding is that I’m right next to Kazegou, who acts as a standing rock above the waves, avoiding the eddies of surrounding destruction.

Seija continues to move through this flood with blistering speed, pivoting in the air, screeching around barrages, and steadily making headway to their source. It’s like she’s dancing. An absurd, chaotic, and graceful ballet.

Ran follows these movements with total impunity, not once missing these strange motions for the next assail of paper to bear down on their mark. They miss Seija by a hair’s breadth every time, the two nearly matched in pure skill.

After a point, Seija begins to flash her blade through collections of these paper crests, turning the daunting waves into little more than paper petals, drifting to the mud below.

It is difficult to tell how long she keeps this act up for as she moves so fast. It is easier to gauge it by how far her dodges are from Ran, the distance between them shrinking ever so gradually. On one especially close pass Seija darts in directly, forcing Ran to strike with all the remaining waves, now closer to river whites than oceanic tides. Their magnitude does not change their ability to launch Seija back, a gout flourished by a swipe of Ran’s arm blasting her across the air.

Seija uses this new backwards velocity to rebound towards Ran, faster than before. She races past the recovering paper wave and slings the blade in front of her, aiming for Ran’s chest. Just before impact Ran flexes under the strike, whipping her claws up at Seija in retaliation. It doesn’t connect, though.

In one instant Seija flies horizontal, in the path of Ran’s claw, but in the next she’s vertical, piercing Ran at her presented breast. The blade stakes into the ground, catching Ran’s hand on the handle and confidently halting the attack. Seija carries her momentum down the opposing side, kicking Ran down the blade’s length and into the mud.

Seija hops back with a flip as Ran grasps at the weapon, now pinning her through her lung. She grips the blade tight enough to cut her palms without lateral movement, yet the sword refuses to budge. Has she expended herself too much? Is this some property of the blade itself? I do not know.

What I do know is that Seija stands as tall as before, looking down on my companion.

She leans on the pommel of the blade, wrenching the orientation of it in Ran and forcing her to cough out blood. “You know, that should have been harder. Are you feeling alright? I’ll wait for you to catch your breath,” she taunts even with her opponent grounded and bleeding. She arrests the handle, and yanks it out from Ran, the motion dragging the fox and all nine of her tails off the ground before fully separating.

Ran explosively hacks on landing, her tails writhing in the mud and grass around her.

“What, no elderly advice? No encouragement? I’ve been so grateful for you giving it, just like every other fucking person around here!” Seija jeers, swinging blood from the blade.

I peek out of my cover to get a better look at Ran as she eyes Seija. It’s still the same dutiful, aggravated face she usually has. Pain is present in her eyes, but she still hasn’t given up. It’s insane for her to keep going, unable to muster the strength to raise her back, but resignation looks to be the last thing on her mind.

I should do… something. I don’t know what, but it has to be done before this goes any further. Shit, Ran might be mortally wounded as it is. Taking stock of what I have, I only find two flash rocks in my pocket, and little else. I don’t even have the shirt on my back. That said, I might be able to take Kazegou’s weapons. The sword has a few nicks from crossing blades with Seija, and he’s probably holding the gun because it’s still loaded. I could maybe make something work with these.

Seija looks down at the fox, her face turning from contempt to malicious humor as she winds up another kick, shooting Ran into a remaining tree. “Yes! That’s the look I want to see in everyone!” she outright cheers. “Hating those above you is the worst, isn’t it?! That’s what I’m beating into everybody’s heads! That feeling of love for the Youkai, and the Youkai above those Youkai! This ridiculous food chain we find ourselves in!” she cackles in some sort of raving madness, unable to contain her gut from bursting out.

Once she regains her composure, she drops the scabbard, and wields the sword in both hands. Ran struggles to right back onto the tree trunk, the energy to fight having faded.

Seija continues her speech, “It’s too bad you’re so pleasant. You could’ve just paid more attention… Too late now.”

She raises the sword aloft, posting her feet into a wide stance. This… isn’t a threat. She’s serious!

Oh god. It’s gotten way worse. I need to do something! Now!

[x] Aim and fire the rifle at Seija. Kazegou must have held onto it if it had a bullet.

[x] Blind Seija with the rocks and rush her with a sword while she’s confused.

[x] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.



Welcome to the loop, everyone. I hope you’ve had your seats properly belted, because you’re only sitting on the top. Decide. Carefully. No overthinking will be enough. And these choices are your only options. Good luck.

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hmm, gonna think on this one for a bit, though to offer a counterpoint to option one:

if he still had a bullet in the chamber, why was he messing about in melee??!

and, well... from the presentations we know that Tanner will be good, but we've never seen Ran show up in them soooo... prioritize protecting Ran?

on the other hand while there was a comment about Tanner's survival referring to him presenting afterwards iirc, doesn't mean that will hold.

but then we also have Seija in the mix here, so could she do some flipping shenanigans if we interpose between her and Ran to do something?

hmmmmmmm.....

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Just shoot her lol

[x] Aim and fire the rifle at Seija. Kazegou must have held onto it if it had a bullet.

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Hiya, Holmes, it's Watson. Here's why We're Not an Action Hero.

>[ ] Aim and fire the rifle at Seija. Kazegou must have held onto it if it had a bullet.
Cheap shot into we get ultracombo'd. One, cheap shot.
No, it's not enough to defeat her, don't trick yourselves. Even with all the luck from the amulets.

>[ ] Blind Seija with the rocks and rush her with a sword while she’s confused.
We're not swordsmen, she just almost ultrakilled someone leagues better than us. Not only she will hear our approach, but also react.

>[ ] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.
Best out of the worst bunch. The whole story has established that Gensokyo's a Food Chain - and Seija Had Enough. So no, no violence. Violence doesn't work this time. Use love instead.

[x] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

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[X] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

>Aim and fire the rifle at Seija. Kazegou must have held onto it if it had a bullet.
Second-worst option. Unlikely to work when the power Seija's unlocked is basically custom-designed to dodge anything short of hitscan.
>Blind Seija with the rocks and rush her with a sword while she’s confused.
Worst option in a lot of ways. The last time we tried a good ol' stabbin', we froze up and got our asses kicked - and that was when it was a monstrous beast. I don't think Tanner has it in him to fight someone he's been teaching as a student. This all applies to the shooting, as well.

This leaves us with the option to body-block. It gets her attention without being hostile - and what we need right now is time.

Whether that time translates to someone else coming to save our ass, or Ran getting a chance to recover, call for help, and/or set up a sneak attack, we need it. The other options get Seija attacking immediately just to defend herself. This at least gives her a chance to get her talking.

And worst case scenario, we can hold the sword firmly between our ribs. That's worked out well enough in the past.

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>>45378
[x] Aim and fire the rifle at Seija. Kazegou must have held onto it if it had a bullet.

No. I want Seija to get shot, then chained to a leash and either stuck outside to a wooden pole like a dog or chained up in a basement.

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>>45384

Oh yeah, Tanner has that thing where something stops him from stabbing things. It wasn't that he froze up, it's that something is stopping him, and we don't know yet if it extends beyond stabbing.

[X] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

Yeah, this looks to be the best option here, with shooting being the worst, with it likely that there isn't even a bullet in the gun (otherwise why would Kazegou have gotten in melee range?) Not to mention how Seija could mess around with the bullet trajectory and maybe hit Ran instead.

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I agree that using the gun with tanner's problem is super risky so
[X] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.
Maybe try and grab a sword as we run to have something besides tanner's flesh to block with, lol

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[X] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

Parry or smth

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the real possibility of a "god, please..." moment but alas.
>>45384
right, good call on the 'can't hurt shit' thing. seems like the meaningful difference between 3 and 2 is intent of harm then. also confused on the efficacy of rifles/bullets on youkai if they're not magical in any way. 🤔
>>45387
hmmm. whatever we grab, there are *three* still-conscious bodies we can point it at.

HALF LIGHT - OH GOD OH SHIT OH FUCK

[x] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.
AUTHORITY - I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.
-[x] Grab the gun.
-[x] Put the barrel in your mouth.

Okay maybe not.

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[x] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

as much as i'd want to see the amanojackoff getting shot, Tanner's ability won't allow that.
best you can do is buy some time until the shrine maiden arrives and brings the final solution to amanojaku question.

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[x] Blind Seija and get between her and Ran before she can strike.

My companion beaten, and the girl I was teaching holding the blade that may end her. The forefront of my mind is muddled with panic and terror as I try to scramble some plan of action together, but the recesses hitch on something different. A single, mortifying thought that creeps its way out to every corner it can.

You’ve ruined everything.

I’m inclined to agree with it for once. I’ve brought this on my friend for no good reason… At this point the only help I can provide would be to…

My eyes catch a hand trailing towards the rifle. My hand, reaching out beyond itself for an implement of violence. It only stops with a conscious thought, fingers curled back in shame.

Seija was a student of mine just days ago. It may be a dangerous conceit, illusory as her morality, yet I can’t find it in me to break it. I’m nothing if not a stubborn fool.

Might as well follow it through to the end.

I stand up and walk out from my hiding spot, fetching the blinding stones from my pocket. My nerves shake them like dice in my palm, but that’s of no concern. As long as they don’t go off.

I step over the sword, just out of reach from Kazegou. Being armed would only make it harder to rely on Seija’s trust, which I choose to believe exists. I made it work with Ran, now I need to show that I’ve made it work with Seija.

I take the second I’m afforded to ready the rocks in my hand, praying that my arm can remain stable for but a moment. That moment may still be too long, as Seija slowly winds back the blade, the motion unsure of itself as if she’s never held a blade before. However true that is, I’d never thought to ask.

Unnecessary thoughts, need to push everything else out. Do it just as before.

Aim. Just above Ran’s head, against the trunk of the tree she’s leaning on. Bring it a little closer to me to avoid the scatter angle.

Launch. Feel the weight of the smoothly cut stones in my hand, and put my whole arm into it. Like I’m throwing a baseball. Like I’m breaking a window with it. Like it’s a live grenade ready to go off.

The rocks sail through the air, and I cover my eyes in the same motion I start running. The grays around us turn to white for an instant. I give a breath to make sure that both rocks set off, but I must have missed with one.

I nearly trip over some roots in my sprint, that fraction of a second where I can’t see forwards being the most touch and go. I lower my hand to find myself about halfway across the gap, the adrenaline carrying me farther than I expected. Seija grinds her eyes from the light now stuck in them, incapacitated just long enough for me to slip by.

Ran fixates on me with mired eyes. She doesn’t warn me against this insanity, though I believe that may be because she’s too drained to do so. Her tabard is drenched in her own vigor, changing the blue and white of her outfit to hues darker than the overcast. Her skin has become pale beyond recognition, as if I was looking at her bones instead of her skin.

I try to not amble on the poor state of my proud companion, and turn back to Seija, throwing my arms out wide. I feel a little too close to her, but that may be more because of the weapon in her hands than anything else.

I wait for her to wipe away the last of the stars in her eyes. They crack open to find me, and…

Her arm comes down with a step back. The motion is too fast to see, especially while I’m not focused on it. I’m more captured by the way her eyes have gone wide as quarters.

My mouth pantomimes the words, “Why would you be…–?” But even that is cut off by the sudden vertigo induced by falling. I collapse to something soft, looking up to the trees and sky. Ran sits at the top of my sight, and I realize that my body fell into her lap. It might be more accurate to say that I fell in on myself, and that is what landed on Ran. I’m incapable of craning my neck to check, as all the muscles in my body refuse to respond.

It’s still there, mostly. All I can feel are my upper torso and an arm, but the rest feels numb, like it’s fallen away to some place else. From the way Ran’s eyes have also gone wide and her mouth hangs agape in horror, that may be true.

And despite the shock that’s taken hold of my entire being, I feel paradoxically conscious of everything around me, as if my body has given up on fading the senses to protect me. Most impressive of all, I can still hear everything, including the thud of Seija’s sword falling to the grass.

“N-no… I didn’t… I mean I did but…” she whimpers in confusion, the previous rapture in her voice absconded. I budge my head to the side, arresting what control I can of myself, and forcing an angle that I can look down at her. The way her eyebrows curl up into creases on her forehead, it’s hard to believe Seija is the one making that face.

Ran and I find no words to reprimand her, but the reasons for this seem self evident. Our gazes suffice. She falters, stumbling back on herself and crying, “This is a damn joke!”

She claws away from us, and out into the woods. I can’t find it in me to be mad at her. Hell, she seemed just as confused as we are. But that said… I ain’t doing so hot. This is probably the worst I’ve ever ended up, and I can’t even check the damages.

Wait… is this it? Is this the end of the line? It suddenly dawns on me just how little of myself is left, figuratively and literally. I was alright just seconds ago, but now… I’m starting to see the world through a telescope, only able to point to one thing at a time.

And right now that view is pointed straight at my partner. My companion. My friend. My Ran.

Her face is molded into that same struck look, wide eyed and mouth hung open. It’s probably the most her facial muscles can do in this situation. Or… maybe she never cared enough for more.

Of all the Youkai I’ve learned about, I’ve yet to stop and think about her. Who is she? What does she really want in all of this? or if she considers me as much a friend as I did her. I know so little after all this time, but that could be the distance she truly wanted to keep in the end. Too late to prod that now, I guess…

I let my eyelids fall of their own weight. The last vestiges of myself continue to fade.

I embrace it. It… and the rain.

Warm, soothing rain.

… Warm..?

My eyelids shoot open to investigate this contradiction, finding Ran’s face looming over my own. Tears trail down her cheek. Her eyes are… downcast. Filled in a way I’ve never seen, yet they do not waver.

“Tanner,” she whispers, the hard edge in her voice falling to the wayside, “please don’t go.”

She tepidly huddles her arms around me, for what little is there. I can feel her clothes press into me, like she’s attempting to cradle me from crumbling further apart.

I’m glad I was wrong. I was starting to think she didn’t really care. My lot was better than I thought, wasn’t it?

I push my arm to action, lifting it just over Ran’s. She grabs my hand and holds it as everything dims amidst the rain. Down to a dark, empty place.



The sound of rain is no longer present. No sounds are present. The cold against my skin feels like I’m suddenly somewhere stagnant. A place I don’t recognize, devoid of life. For whatever reason I could swear I’m boxed in.

My fingers twitch to life. Fingers of both hands, as it happens. So too do my feet swivel as if they’re present and waiting command. I pry my eyes open, fearing whatever awaits my vision.

First, a ceiling. Wooden and supported, but with thick insets. It’s not a coffin, nor is it the open air of the river of the dead. A good sign that I don’t remember its name yet.

I look down, my neck remarkably stiff from a lack of motion, and see my feet jut up into open air. They wiggle on demand. I’m wearing some kind of light green dress, something I don’t own.

I prop up by my arms, careful not to slip on the sleek metal table I find myself on. The entire length of my back creaks from the movement. I inspect the dress, noticing splash resistant material but more importantly the open back. A medical gown for patients. Is this Eientei?

I look at my surroundings. The forest I was in just before has been replaced with cold stone walls, and an assortment of medical equipment and chemicals. I don’t recognize this room. Is this a basement? Eientei has a basement?

I slide from the table in the center of the room, my feet falling out from under me on the way. It takes more time than I’d like to admit to stand up. Standing up isn’t supposed to feel unnatural. My parts are all attached, but something’s terribly wrong. If only I could place what that is.

I decide to leave the room, regardless of shuffling feet, as the place has nothing for me to notify staff that I’m awake. The hall is just as bleak and lifeless as the room I was just in. Tube lights line the ceiling, medical facility doors that lead to who knows where are on each end. I pick a side and shamble over to it. I could swear I see something strange through the windows of the door I picked. Like a view of outer space.

This is Eientei, right? I approach the entry, and–

The clatter of a pan and bottles crashing to the floor draw my attention to the opposing end. In a swinging doorway someone stands speechless. Reisen stares at me like she’s seen a ghost, the scatterings of broken glass and chemicals around her feet. The rabbit ears atop her head are drawn in like dried jerky, twitching every couple seconds.

I give her some time to say something, anything really, but she seems shell shocked.

“Uhm… hi?” I try to politely greet the girl in this underground hall, wearing nothing but a patient’s gown that reveals my backside.

She blinks. “You’re real, right? I’m not hallucinating?”

“Yes..? I mean… I thought I was supposed to be dead, but now I’m here. This makes, what, four times, now?”

Her face screws up to retort, “You… you really don’t know?” She pauses, awaiting my reaction, and heaving a sigh when I shrug. She glances down the way she came from, asserting, “… Stay here. I need to fetch master over.”

I find the request strange and challenge, “Wait? I’ve been here enough to remember the layout besides this underground part. I don’t see why I’d…–“

She holds a palm towards me, and repeats, “Just wait. Nurse’s order.” She slips away from the door, letting it shut on its own. It doesn’t latch shut, instead swinging back and forth over the glass shards until settling.

Somehow I feel cheated. After all of that I just ended up at the hospital again? Geeze, and here I thought that was the end. Ran even cried for me, for gods’ sakes. And yet somehow I’m more durable than we expected. I must have been in two pieces but now I’m attached to my body again. Not that I plan on using this information anytime soon…

Like I say every week, yet here I am, in the hospital. Shit, I must have everyone worried. Even Kazegou probably saw that. What am I gonna tell him? Don’t worry, this happens pretty regularly? Fuck me I’m in for it. Keine’s especially gonna crack my skull for pulling a stunt like that.

And Ran… I don’t know. We’ll have to sit down and talk. No idea what about, yet, but its warranted.

After I’m out of the hospital, that is. What even is this area? There wasn’t any medical monitors around the table I woke up on, but the tools stored in closed shelves down this hall look like they’re for surgery. Is this place for people or bodies? I’ll have to give Eirin a piece of my mind for treating me like a corpse when she’s over here.

I glance back to where I was shuffling. An empty wall. There was a door here just a moment ago, wasn’t there?

After some time I hear another bump at the door. “So he lives,” the good doctor Eirin greets with Reisen on her tail. She jaunts to my end of the hall, long braided hair billowing like a rope behind her. She fetches a broom kit to hand off to her assistant as she continues, “You truly know how to garner my attention, Mr. Regis. A lot of curious minds have been waiting to see what would happen.”

I try to parse the lacking explanation, stealing a look at the downtrodden rabbit punished to janitor duty, “With Seija, you mean? I doubt I changed any minds with my conduct today. Or, yesterday? What day is it?”

The doctor procures a clipboard from the door to the room I was in, referencing it and then a clock on the wall to answer, “Three weeks, two days, five hours, forty seven minutes you have been ascribed as both clinically and brain dead.”

“… Huh?” I utter, trying to keep up with the information I was just told. Three weeks? Dead? “How am I standing if I was dead, exactly?”

Eirin smiles, a wry, knowing smile which shows signs of her true age as she explains, “It’s simple, really. You were never biologically dead. It would appear that your own body started your autonomic systems and thereafter your cognitive functions. There was in fact no need for me to intervene, much like previous injuries. In short, and if I might borrow from some occidental sources, Lazarus came forth.”

My head shakes involuntarily, the shock hard to contain. She eyes me down, not an inkling of jest in her demeanor. “Crap, you’re serious?” I gasp. “I died? Like, legitimately could have put me in the graves at Myourenji type of dead?”

“Partially correct,” she lilts, a tilt in her head giving partial credit. “You could have easily been mistaken for grave-worthy, but to say the village would willingly lay you in their gravesite is a gambled assumption. In most respects that humans care about, you are no longer ‘entirely human.’ It may be closer to assume you are not human at all.”

[Please wait warmly as doctor escorts patient…]



I will refrain from saying more just yet, as the next will also contain some, uh, ‘changes.’

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>you are no longer ‘entirely human.’
Tanner is an outsider, so Reimu won't kill him. Right?

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>>45400
he didn't willingly become one nor on top of that use and posses her friend to do so, Tanner should be fine other than a bonk to the head for giving her headaches

also Kiene is going.... or correction has doubtlessly been very upset. Ran too from the sounds of it, and possibly Seija.

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Hm, so, ain't no way he's attaining divinity, but at the same time, what could have possibly caused him to start going youkai mode, or otherwise given him that survivability? Yukari?? Also, I don't think him being unnaturally durable would be a huge rumor throughout the Human Village, sans Aya shenanigans, so that's probably out, too. Can someone become a youkai just from a relatively small number of non-humans going "this and maybe you are unnatural, what the hell is your deal" in combination being abnormally up-front and/or friendly with youkai?

The mysteries, they pile up. I will say that we have apparently leaned pretty hard into Tanner's whole shtick of making self-harming decisions, though methinks it's better than Ran failing to realize that, yes, she really, REALLY cares. Same for Seija; albeit in a different way, she's going to be growing from this. Will it be worth this probable "not quite human" route lock? Let's see!

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Ran did it.
Sources: Occam's funny knife

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Everyone survived!

Even us, somehow!

Granted, we lost most of a month and probably have to hope we don't get our faces pounded in by Keine when she finds us, but hey, close enough!

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The real question becomes:

Can we now learn danmaku?

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ENDURANCE - Every bit of your insides scream at the alien sensation of being alive. How?

COMPOSURE - It has happened. You have attained Magnesiumhood. Goodbye, primitive carbon-man!

INLAND EMPIRE - The world trembles.

HALF LIGHT - LET IT.

SUGGESTION - You *have* to tell Meira about this.

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>>45399
the amanojaku cries out in pain as she strikes you.
but her edgy teenager wish to see a man die has been granted - isn’t this so great?

on the other hand, a certain fox shikigami and especially a hakutaku will want her head on a pike, quite literally.

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I wonder what kind of youkai Tanner has become/is becoming? Most of the ones we know can't actually bring themselves back from such grievous injuries as what Tanner suffered (at least as far as we know), except for the Hourai immortals and fairies, but those don't seem like plausible options.

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>except for the Hourai immortals and fairies, but those don't seem like plausible options.
Why not? Yukari "borrowing" a flask of Hourai Elixir "just in case" seems to be entirely in line with Yukari's character. Do not forget, she went to Moon and did all of the shadow runs there JUST to be able to steal some alcohol. Compared to that, getting something from Earth is, well...

As for why, Ran probably begged Yukari for it.

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[Continued…]

The words tickle the back of my neck. That combined with the cold forces my hairs to stand on end. “What do you mean I’m not human?”

Eirin raises a hand, an order for me to relax. “To the uninitiated you are a Youkai, but to those with sufficient knowledge you are a human afflicted with some form of magical spell. Nothing has changed from what we discussed on your first visit, only the efficacy of the spell far surpasses what I expected,” she rephrases.

“… By how much?”

She cups her cheek to ponder the question, “Well… how to put this into perspective for you..? I suppose to be succinct it is orders of magnitude greater, but that too may not be its limit.”

“And so to most people I’m now a Youkai?” I circle back to the original statement.

“Correct, though you are only human.”

“Except for the trace amounts of kyuubi blood mixed in his veins,” Reisen comments, crouched at the doorway sweeping up glass.

Eirin shoots her a miffed look, though it means little to the rabbit looking away. “Yes, well, both you and your partner Yakumo were heavily bleeding when you arrived. As my assistant so… helpfully pointed out, there was some small level of contamination. This should have no effect on your physiology, though it is difficult for me to guarantee.”

While that does give some cause for concern, I press the higher priorities, asking, “Is Ran fine? Where is she? And how’s Chen?”

The doctor swats away my arm, the appendage reaching out to her in aimless worry. She clears her throat, retaining an air of authority to state, “The two Yakumo are fine. They are resting in the communal patient beds on the ground floor. Come, you seem in fine enough condition for visiting.”

She leads me out of the hall, passing Reisen at the door. The rabbit sets down her broom and falls in behind us, trying to blend in to the flow of events.

“No, Udongein, finish cleaning,” Eirin chastises her apprentice, continuing up a set of stairs.

Reisen’s ears droop as she stops in her tracks, a sour look developing on her face. I wave her goodbye as she plods back to her grunt work and rush up the steps. Eirin waits for me to catch up before we start through the endless corridors of Eientei. While not as labyrinthian as the Scarlet Devil Mansion, it is more than easy enough to get lost here.

We continue through a few halls before I notice an odd curl to Eirin’s lips, as if she were pensive. It’s hard to imagine someone like her to ever be hung up.

“Something troubling you, doc?” I prod beyond my station, getting over to her side as we continue along.

Her eyes stab me from the corners of their sockets, regarding me with mixed opinions. She puffs through her nose before declaring, “Indeed. I am debating on discussing your arrival here, as the Yakumo would surely despise doing so. I do not know if she would also despise any description of it, as well.”

I nudge her arm, trying to conjure a bit of Chen’s playfulness to goad, “Hey, anything that could make her mad would surely be good for me to know.”

“You were dead just minutes ago, and yet now you’re already so lively,” she comments with a cold smile. “Very well, but I won’t go into detail, so listen closely.”

I lean in as she begins muttering in a hushed voice, “The fox had carried your separated halves here, but she was also towing her shikigami and the divine sword. While not anything exceptional it should be noted that this was also while she was profusely bleeding from her torso with a failed lung. And can you guess the first thing she did when she was at our door?”

“With that type of lead in, no, I can’t.”

“’Please help them.’ That is what she said as she handed over you and the cat,” Eirin recounts. “Truly, I didn’t think the word ‘please’ was possible for her to say. She had also been crying for long after the fact, even into her sleep.”

“Huh…” I mutter to myself. This sounds like a different person she’s describing. I can see why she didn’t want to say anything without prompting, but that does beg the question, “Why tell me this? You’re don’t usually care about drama.”

She remains quiet as we pass several rooms, stopping at one in particular before addressing, “Perhaps consider it a more… human whim of mine. As I said, she would likely not have told you, so I felt an impetus to do so myself.”

“… Thanks, then,” I mutter.

“No need,” she passes off, sliding the door open to wave me in.

The communal recovery room, a familiar sight for me by now. What isn’t familiar are the faces occupying the back of the room. Ran in one bed, and Chen the next over, both in a similar gown to mine. They’re in the middle of a conversation with a girl sporting long white hair and a pair of red trousers. It’s Mokou, I haven’t seen her in quite some time, actually…

Chen points over to me, garnering Ran and Mokou’s attention from what they were discussing. Mokou gets up from a stool hidden beneath her hair to greet me, but Ran’s eyes shirk away into her lap.

“Oh, well, if it isn’t the new immortal. Welcome to the club, man,” Mokou meets me with a pat on the shoulder. I can feel the split in my body agitate at the push.

“Uhm… thanks..?” I awkwardly return, unsure what to say to such an absurd idea.

“Stay yourself, Fujiwara,” Eirin reprimands the girl. “We don’t yet know the efficacy of his bodily regeneration. Unlike the Hourai elixir, there is no telling to what extent he is cursed.”

“Cursed?” I mumble, the word striking an odd chord to me.

“Ah, well, I guess we do need to see if he gets more gray hairs,” Mokou concedes, scratching her cheek in embarrassment. “Anyway, don’t worry about any of that, Tanner. Problems of a long life happens later.”

“You don’t comfort people often, do you?” I chime, perhaps more nagging than I intended.

She glances away, a melancholia taking her gaze from its previous levity, despite the persistent smile. “Mm. Guess not. Probably why I’m here and not with Keine right now…”

“Wha–…? Oh…” I realize the problem.

She elbows my arm, getting off to the side while adding, “Hey, that’s not for right now, though. Go talk to that partner of yours. I think I’ve finally convinced her!”

“Of what, exactly?”

She refuses to elaborate, gesturing towards the fox and cat. Eirin drags her out the door, leaving the room for me, Ran, and Chen. Chen gives me a giddy eye, elated to see me for once. Ran continues to stare into her lap, some sort of hesitance grabbing her.

I approach the cat first, ruffling her hair without the funny green mushroom cap in the way. “Glad you’re in good health. Wasn’t sure how it’d turn out when I was carrying you.”

She smirks, nudging her head under my palm a little more, crooning, “Eh, Miss Yagokoro said it was a light wound. I should be out in a day or so, now. It was weird needing stitches, but guess we ain’t always different. ‘Cept you’re up and about like it’s nothing.” She points to me with a snide grin. Or rather, my chest.

“Do not speak with contractions, Chen. It is rude,” Ran murmurs by reflex.

She looks over to her master, and apologizes, “Sorry, Lady Ran,” before turning back to me, nudging her head now towards the fox.

I release her tousled hair, and turn to my partner, taking the stool Mokou was using. I stare into her eyes, some level of discomfort is present as she shies further away. Things didn’t end well. Everything I did was handled worse than prior weeks. And yet, here we both are. Should I feel ashamed of what happened? Proud? Is that even my decision to make?

No, it should be hers. I stare at her eye, the slit pupil angled out of sight. Her lip purses, wishing to split open, but simultaneously unwilling.

I pick the only words that can come to mind, “I’m glad you’re alright, Ran.”

Her eyes force shut, accompanied by a deep breath. Her hand, resting limply on the blanket covering her, curves inward. I question myself in doing so, but take her hand. It’s cold, lacking the warmth I expect of my prideful, unerring companion.

We sit silent for several minutes, time being but an afterthought.

She paws her open hand for me. I lean in, putting an ear forward, and–

She takes me into an embrace.

Her entire arm braces the back of my head, much like she did when I blacked out. It is strange to know that she can hold someone so lovingly.

She squeezes me like I could disappear any second, and as she presses me in I can hear it, piercing straight through her hospital gown, the uneven sound of her breathing. Deliberate, arrhythmic, ready to burst any moment.

I reciprocate the pressure, bringing my arm around her. Her breathing steadies the tighter I grip, slowing down to a calm rattle from her chest.

“I–…” she flattens out a strained voice, “… am so happy that you are alive.”

“… Yeah,” I don’t have much to say to that. Words lose a lot of meaning in a moment like this, failing to conjure in any sort of intellectual way the two of us might normally do.

“I thought I had failed you. That you had died. That you died protecting me.”

“I know,” I quietly console, patting her back. “I did something crazy, I’m sorry.”

“Please, let me know when you are going to do something like that,” she whimpers.

“Now… now listen here,” I stutter, a frog sizing up in my throat, “I should be telling you that. I was scared, too. I was watching the whole thing… When you were lying there, against a tree… I didn’t know what else to do…” I sniffle, forcing myself to append, “You’re not invincible, you idiot.”

She laughs, for what a laugh can be constituted as under tears, depression, and doubts, “You certainly say some ridiculous things.”

We settle back into silence, not breaking from our hug for… who cares how long.

Eventually, she settles me back upright, giving me a good view of reddened, moist eyes.

“Now, you deserve to be slapped for your foolishness. However, you are being notified in advance as recompense for saving my life,” she dictates, a coy smile failing to form from her mouth.

“Is that really necessary?” I chuckle, residual tears starting to trail down my cheeks as well.

Her answer is a fresh helping of pain that collides with one cheek, launching the tear on the opposite side. I whip to the side, catching myself from falling off the seat, and hold the newly afflicted area.

“… Ow.”

“Haha!” Chen guffaws, “I could watch the two of you all day.”

“Get it while it lasts, I’m sure you’re gonna get worked to the bone when you’re out tomorrow,” I mock the cat with the little ammunition I hold.

“Yes, returning to present matters,” Ran composes herself, “there are a number of items of note.”

I try to posture myself, reflecting the same seriousness Ran is. “Right, I’ve been dead for three weeks I hear? What did I miss?”

“Little. It seems that all involved parties, including and up to Lady Hieda herself, have been at a standstill on what to do about your death. For as much as you are a person with no political bearing, there is a lot to be said about your standing with a number of factions. News of your death would have sparked civil unrest between nearly all mountain denizens. Perhaps beyond that, as well.”

“How would that be?” I wonder.

Ran’s brows furrow to declare, “You were… are under the protection of the Yakumo. To die under thei–… my watch… would be tantamount to mutiny of the system.”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t die,” I state, following the train of thought to its last tracks.

“Good indeed. Now several individuals need to be convinced of this same conclusion,” she explains.

“I can guess one off the bat. Mokou even said it was pretty bad. Just how mad is she?”

“She’s not,” Chen states before Ran can.

I turn to the cat, flabbergasted in saying, “She’s not mad? How is she not mad?”

“The first romantic partner she’s probably had in decades dies after she was nearby and capable of stopping it. Do you need how she feels in multiple choice?” she pricks worse than any needle.

“I… shit. How bad is it?” I now ask in a different concerned tone, burying my face in my palm.

“Try two weeks of no school kind of bad,” Chen gives it straight.

“Fucking hell. She’s going to kill me when I show my face again,” I conclude.

Ran chimes in, “It may be worth noting the second week was likely to meet on what repercussions your death would have with Lady Hieda. Everything withstanding, your work was left unfinished.”

“Yeah, well I was kinda dead, so I won’t hold myself to that.”

“And Chen is incorrect in assessing that she has not had a relationship in decades. She has no romantic relationships on record outside of, well…”

My eyes roll up in their sockets, anticipating my next death to a cracked skull. “Right, thanks,” I barely thank. “Who else is there?”

Ran begins to list off, “Lady Hieda, who will be easy to convince. The vice captain of the guard, Kazegou Imaizumi, who happened to witness the event. And Byakuren Hijiri, who has collected information from multiple sources on why news of your lectures and other accolades stopped.”

“She cares that much? We don’t really know each other,” I contest.

“From the vantage of your role as a link between humans and Youkai she is keenly interested in you as a pawn. Do not mistake it for any empathetic purpose.”

“There’s the cold and skeptical fox I know,” I joke. “Guess I’ll need to come up with some sort of good lie for her. Kazegou… I’m not sure how that might go, yet. I’ll have to see.”

I get up from the stool, patting down my gown and wondering where I might get some real clothes to stave off the cold of… November I think? I also need my notebook if I want to compose any more coherent thoughts.

I’m close to taking my leave, but Ran stares at me, an intent in her eyes that I know better than she expects. “You want to say something.”

They shut tight, a regret that her inner thoughts are bleeding out shows on her lips. “Yes, that is… There may be an alternative,” she concedes.

“Oh?”

“Since you have died, it is possible to allow you to ‘remain dead,’” she proposes.

“Lady Ran?” Chen seems oddified by the offer.

“Chen, consider what may be for the better if you were in Tanner’s position,” Ran defends herself.

“I… I mean, I guess,” Chen still seems concerned with the idea.

And it is quite the wild idea…

“You mean I drop everything? How far would I have to take that?” I question, unsure now of what Ran is actually thinking.

“To Gensokyo you have died and are dead,” Ran elaborates. “The only individuals who know otherwise are here at Eientei at this very moment. It would be simple to convince them to keep a secret and steal you away to the Hakurei barrier where… I suppose I am currently indisposed to send you away, but the current Hakurei shrine maiden can be convinced to keep a secret as well.”

Ran doesn’t look to appreciate her own idea, even while construing it. I glance over to Chen, the girl downtrodden as well by the turn in the conversation.

“You want me to go? After everything?” I can’t help but ask, incorrigible as it may be.

Ran looks away to hide any emotions that have melted to the forefront again, and states, “Your protection is what I want, but consider your current reputation and how it may continue to evolve. A duty I am unable to perform may only grow more difficult.”

“You… you think that’s fair to you?” I openly bluster. “I die in your arms and come back to life just so that I can say goodbye? I can’t do that. What kind of idea is that?”

“You think I want you to leave?” Ran says, her voice stabbed worse than her chest. “What do you want? What did you want when you decided to stay in Gensokyo the first week?”

“I…” It’s a difficult question. Not necessarily one that I’ve properly tackled, or more like I’ve avoided tackling it. Riding the wave through life is one thing, but to be dropped into this alien environment and willingly stay does beg for a reason. And if I really had to choose… choose that my friend can understand me, then it would be, “I… wanted a second chance. At everything, I guess.”

“Solving problems that Gensokyo unfairly gives you is not a new life to call your own,” Ran posits, going quiet as the grave.

“Ran… you can’t really think…” I try to fight back, but find a lack of words to counter.

She refuses to speak further. Whether she’s turned away in shame, remorse, or something else is unknown. The silence in the room is deafening, the pressure of my next words mounting by the second.

“… I think it’s your choice, at the end of the day,” Chen finishes for her. I look at the girl, a sad smile crossing her face as she furthers, “Gensokyo’s hiccups aren’t all for one guy to remedy.”

I round on both of them, “That’s…”

[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

[x] Maybe for the best. Trouble seems to follow me everywhere I go, and it isn’t the kind Gensokyo is able to handle.

[x] Something I can get a better idea from. (Write-in)



Hey, sorry, I hope you were still buckled in. I don’t know when the ride will stop. Help.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

Yeah, no. Tanner's way too invested, we're not Cave Story Bad Ending our way outta this. And is this an AU of part 1 at this point, offering us that second option? Hmm. And still human, just cursed (blessed?) beyond belief, likely by some immensely powerful, unknown entity, such that he can just, come back from being horizontally bisected. Great! Just, fantastic. Eiki and/or Komachi are probably having a field day with this. To say nothing of all the social repercussions, ughhh. Well, let's see where this goes.

Also, the emotional and dramatic scenes, here and in the last update? Well done. And there's more to come? Me oh my. Wonder when Ran's going to make her move...

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

Maybe not that exact framing, but you don't truly live with a second chance if you run from it. We haven't been solving these problems alone either, we've always found others to help us shoulder the burden and do what we can't.
We haven't made a habit of running from our problems/messes before, i don't believe we should start now. Time to start on our newest clean up, with our trusty partner in research at our side, just like every time before.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

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nuh uh

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What if we could change our appearance so that Tanner would stay dead?

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

Hell no. Tanner dealt with threats to his life and more before. If he really wanted to quit, he'd done so then. And seeing as he's already "come back from death," well, there's no point to leave what was already built up without any form of closure or what not.

(Alternatively, if everyone is on board, he can always turn himself into a shikigami, which reasonably explains why he came back.)

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[x] Maybe for the best. Trouble seems to follow me everywhere I go, and it isn’t the kind Gensokyo is able to handle.

I see all of you and I press the Last Stand button on this vote.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

I never did like those endings to a story where someone when to some fantastical land, only to return afterwards to a normal life with only some small trinket to remind him or her of the journey.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

Trying to evade your direct responsibilities, Miss Yakumo?

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration.

It's more or less a given by now that Tanner is basically being thrown around by the village elders as the proverbial "shit thrown at the wall to see what sticks" if he keeps letting himself get pushed around, he'll definitely reach a point where regeneration or no, something permanent will happen to him.

I mean hell, the fact he's alive will likely cause the village elders to want him be cast out of the village as a presumed youkai because no human could survive a clean bisection.

We'll need to start thinking about what is it that Tanner wants to do as an individual to contribute to Gensokyo as a whole, and not being a pawn by the village (or youkai).

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

Tanner's a part of Gensokyo now. As in, his life is there. Sure, he may end up dead someday over it, but he would end up with no life either way back Outside.

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration.

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[x] Not gonna happen. No way in hell I’d drop everything regardless of what waits for me outside!

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration.

Not part of the vote but I wander how Seija is doing, hope she is ok

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration.

Yeah, this just doesn't seem to be worth it any more.

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[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration

Fuck them elders. Me and my homies all hate the village elders.

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PAIN THRESHOLD - Sign me up, chief. I can take it.

EMPATHY - Don't listen to that guy.

[x] Something I can get a better idea from.
- [x] I have no intention of leaving. But Chen has a point that trying to solve all of gensokyo's problems at the whims of the village elders will lead me to an early death regardless of regeneration
- [x] Consult Dasshinki for life advice.
- [x] Blackmail someone with blue hair.
- [x] Introduce Meira to magnesium supplements.
- [x] Uncover the mystery of crop circles.
- [x] Go barhopping.
- [x] Get some coffee beans (from a certain fairy)

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