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THE STORY SO FAR:
The world has ended, but five (well, it’s complicated) humans get a chance to do it over, and make things right. Only problem is, for their second go around, they're not going to be 'human'...
Kosuzu, Reimu, Akyuu and Youmu have all remembered their pasts, and through significant trials and tribulations, begun the path of fighting against the doomed future. Of the five Immaterial Children who were wound back in time together, only one’s fate remains unknown - the former magician, Kirisame Marisa.
In this life, she is Houjuu Marisa, raised on the island of Sado in the outside world. Spending her childhood years looking up at the stars, the arrival of the Spiral Comet awoke her inhuman heritage - one she was completely unaware of, and equally unprepared to deal with. Having fled her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo - ever chased by a mysterious group.
She is not the only one exploring the mysteries of the city she now finds herself in - she is joined by Goutokuji Mike, a young maneki-neko of the modern world also on the run from home. Together, they discovered the Lunar Rainbow Market, and with the assistance of powerful benefactors managed to evade their pursuers. Now, they turn their eyes towards the other unearthly secrets in the area, seeking a path to the land of fantasy.
Having made arrangements for their meeting on a forum for discussing cryptids and urban legends, a number of others have followed their lead, seeking out the local mysteries in separate groups. One such individual is the tenacious eccentric Little_Bunny, who has tried many times to infiltrate the Scarlet Talent Agency and confirm its suspected otherworldly connections. Marisa and Mike have come across one such attempt, and are about to watch one of the forum’s local legends in action…
Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu
My guess is that Kotohime has two bodies... One in the Outside, one in Gensokyo.
It would explain how Kotohime is a regular factor in the village, with no hints to her vanishing weirdly, while also being a cop in the outside world. Living two, complete lives.
It would also explain their scattered memories and behaviors, if each Kotohime isn't getting the full memories of the other. Mental instability should probably be expected from a mind split between two worlds.
This would even explain the fragments of the other histories, and Kotohime herself knowing stuff she shouldn't, if she was partially excluded from Keine's rewrite due to being on the Outside.
Nnnot sure how that connects to Kotohime knowing stuff in *this* timeline, like Reimu and Akyuu, but there's a lot of funky stuff going on already, and those aren't [future/i] happenings, so...
Adorable! Also, the Scarlets work this family too hard.
>>214304
And very nice! Mayumi shall learn well from her...uncle? Predecessor?
it definitely seems likely given what info we've got so far. it makes me wonder what the limits of Kotohime's ability to communicate between her different shards is, but it apparently not great given the loopiness both shards have displayed so far.
still, considering the likelihood it does render a hypothesis I'd been privately nursing seem much less likely, presuming that the different Shards of the Kotohime entity need to be intact in order to communicate with each other. then again, that kind of acausal communication indicates that it's at least still a possibility.
I was wondering where the little black motes we're taking the roles of came from and well... consider, that at least during the first cycle, the initial disaster that preceded everything, there would have been very little time to respond to the black flames; it's... possible that Gensekyo could for lack of a better term, "pop" while it was still an inferno. which seems like it might be... bad. excuse my poor attempt at a rendition.
[x] Reisen is a brilliant little kit, and this was the time for her to shine. Just like with Chen, all I needed to do was give her a little support and encouragement.
I still remember back when Chen made her first spellcard. It had taken a lot of effort on both our parts - for all her good qualities, Chen simply wasn’t a natural with danmaku. Staying still while you cast a spellcard and the other person shot at you went against every instinct my kit had, and while spellcards with movement did exist, they were more difficult for a beginner. Making matters worse, the order for me to treat her as my pet made it difficult for me to teach her to the degree I wanted. (When she grew frustrated and started mewling for kitty cuddles, I almost had to tie my own hands to stop the shikigami from indulging her.)
But nevertheless we persisted, and finally she had her first spellcard ready to show Yukari. And my little girl was nervous. The shikigami possessing me had been anxious that everything be perfect for its master, and while that drive had helped in focusing enough to teach Chen… it had left my kit with stage fright, her voice wavering as she asked if we could maybe practice another week first.
I’d felt an almost primal urge to just embrace her and make the problem go away. To pick up my little girl, hug her, assure her she was the best kitten in all of history, and leave the spellcard demonstration for later. But that would have just delayed the problem and made it that little bit harder for Chen to stand on her own when “later” finally came. She’d done a good job, she’d put in the work, and “Kishin - Soaring Bishamonten” was a fine entry-level spellcard. As much as I wanted to hold her hand, that would be holding her back. She didn’t need my protection… just a little encouragement.
So I knelt down, and pet her. A quick stroke as my fingers traced a line from her fluffy ears down her cheek. She went completely still, looking at me as I told her not to worry. That she was ready, that she’d worked hard, and that Yukari was going to be just as impressed with her as I was. And in my kit’s eyes I saw the worry fade away as Chen fought her fear with pure, earnest determi
Kudos! Been following this story for years and every update makes my day better.
>>214288
I'm curious, how much of this was in Mamizou's plans, and how much is "shit this wasn't supposed to happen yet"? It's fun watching masterminds unfold their master plan perfectly, but it's even more fun to see when everything has gone to hell and they just have to salvage what they have and still get some workable solution from it.
that was absolutely adorable, and I'm glad it won the vote!
that said, poor Reisen XD
Another thought, with how we now know how this meeting went, particularly Miko's prescence there, Mamizou's attempt to discredit Ran...(tomorrow from this point iirc?) seems like it will be a move of desperation more than anything and not as likely to succeed than it had appeared previously. with Miko here we have witness of someone that could counter the attempt of Mamizou and Nue to throw blame on Ran.
You awake into this world with a scream.
Your eye flies open as your vision blurs. Panicking, you quickly stand up only for you to immediately fall over. You feel like you want to vomit.
So vomit you do, as you crawl over to a nearby tree and hold onto it for dear life as you puke whatever was inside your digestive system.
A few minutes pass as your show of repugnance slowly fizzles out. A sigh of relief passes over you as you move closer to the tree and plop yourself onto it for support.
You're breathing steadily now. Your eyes aren't blurry any longer and they adjust to the moon-lit night.
Looking around you realize you are in a forest, an ancient looking woodland to be more specific. The trees that surround your corpse (Did you just refer to ourself as a corpse?). Are old and- wait who said that?
(Me you fool, I am your conscience.)
That... Isn't normal. You think to yourself, one would think it impossible for your own conscience to have thoughts independent of your own, let alone have it's own voice.
(Well, something clearly happened before we woke up here. I don't remember much myself so I'm hoping you could fill me in.)
Ah right, your current predicament. You snap out of your thoughts and take another look at the forest around you.
You don't even know where you are. How does one even find themselves in a forest?
Like a quick clap of thunder however, you suddenly realize something.
Your breathing quickens in panic as it becomes increasingly obvious to you that you cannot recall a single thing before your awakening.
(Shit.)
You can't remember anything.
(Okay look I know this is a bad-)
You can't remember your life before waking up here.
(Let's just take a breather and coll-)
You can't even remember your own name.
(FOCUS.) Your conscience shouts.
(Look, we can't sit all day moping about the fact that we can't remember anything. Need I remind you we're in the middle of a forest?)
I guess you're right.
(Good, now get up and let's get out of here.)
With as much e
Reimu panted and held her side, feeling the burn from one of the lasers which had grazed her. Her red hakama were covered in grey ash, and her white kimono was speckled with soot, dirt, and a little blood. She half-crouched, half-knelt on Genji’s back, the giant turtle having shrugged off most of the attacks that had hit him.
Still, she took some satisfaction from being in a better state than her opponent. The one she was fighting was a gargantuan woman, one who simply radiated power. Even so, it was clear that she had suffered; white hair cascading in front of her face, red dress covered in soot and one purple wing bent unnaturally and another bearing an angry-looking tear in it. The remaining four wings
“Looks like your bark is worse than your bite!” Reimu powered through the pain and gave the goddess a savage grin.
“How could you be this strong?” The goddess panted out, shocked at her defeat
“Well, that’s just normal for me” Reimu boasted, puffing her chest out.
Shinki just gave her an unamused look, before brushing the hair out of her face “Anyway, what business did you have in Makai again”
Now it was Reimu’s turn to give an unamused look “Like I’ve been saying! There’s been too many demons coming to the human world lately! You’re the god of their world, so do something about it!”
“Guess I’ve got no choice...”
Shinki grumbled, before raising a hand to her chest. A purple light washed over the goddess, causing her to be rejuvenated. Her Wings snapped back into place, the gash disappearing in an instant. Even her clothes began to sew themselves back together.
Then she raised a hand towards Reimu, wreathed in green light. Reimu was about to get Genji to dodge when the light poured over her. She could feel the pain in her side dissipate, as the wounds across her body closed.
Shinki gave her a slight curtsy, her six wings disappearing as she did so.
“In deference to that strength of yours, I shall do something about it.” she declared.
“Yes, Please do.” Reimu put her hands on her waist, like her mom did when scolding her. She wasn’t entirely sure what def-fer-ence meant, but it sounded like she
Despite everything, Alice found that staying at Reimu’s wasn’t too terrible. Certainly, Reimu herself could be insufferably smug about her victory, and Marisa could be much the same, when she came by. But Reimu was a cheerful sort, and rarely stayed crowing for long. She was easily placated by a nice cup of tea, and a chance to sit on the veranda with the wind blowing through her hair. Alice found it hard to dislike her with an attitude like that.
Marisa, despite being something of a brute, was also a skilled magician. Especially given her age, and the fact that she was still a human. Alice was particularly impressed by her “orreries”, magic conduits which could fire semi-autonomously at targets by locking onto their magical signatures, or be controlled directly by Marisa herself for more concentrated fire. Though, whenever Alice tried to ask about where she had learned magic, the human mage would just be silent, and a little sullen. Had some misfortune befallen Marisa’s magic teacher? Or perhaps they had fallen out with each other? Marisa was similarly avoidant when it came to talking about her father, but Alice knew that she would be a hypocrite to poke at that wound, given her own relationship with her father.
Still, the person who had made things most bearable was actually Reimu’s mother, Haru. The woman had been the one to corral Reimu and Marisa whenever they grew too obnoxious, and she took care of Alice as though she were just another child, rather than a youkai who should be her sworn enemy as a miko. Haru had even gone out and bought some cheese to share with both Reimu and Alice. It wasn’t quite a Stichelton, but it was quite tasty nonetheless. Alice couldn’t help but wonder where it came from. Alice knew that Cheese was more popular in the west than the east. When she asked Haru, the elder shrine maiden just gave her a mysterious smile.
Still, Alice found Haru’s kindness both comforting and a little unsettling. A part of Alice expected Haru to turn at any moment; to reveal that it was just a trick and chase Alice off with her purification rod. Yet, that never happened, and Alice’s days went on in peace.
Until the half-way point of her week.
It had
Haru bit down on a plum, observing the slightly awkward atmosphere between the children. Alice and Marisa still seemed a little uncertain around each other following their little fight, a little bit of tension lining the air around them.
Marisa was unusually quiet, quietly nibbling away at her rice ball while meeting anyone’s gaze.
Reimu just looked fed up, sending meaningful looks Haru’s way. ‘Please help, mom!’ her little girl’s eyes said.
Alice would throw the occasional furtive glance towards her fellow magician’s way, grasping whatever she was holding all the more tightly. She seemed to be as worried about Marisa stealing a cup of tea as she did of her stealing her grimoire a second time. She was probably overblowing the situation a little, but Haru couldn’t blame her too much. After all, the elder Miko could tell that Alice’s Grimoire was a treasured tool, every bit as much as her gohei was. Or the doohickey that Marisa had gotten from Rinnosuke.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen Marisa use the thing in a long time. Had she lost it somehow? Had Mima stolen it from her? Her gut pointed towards the latter. And as the old Hakurei saying went: “trust your gut.”
“Alice. Marisa. Have the two of you made up from your little fight?
The human magician shook her head no and gave her host a disbelieving look, an eyebrow raised as though to say ‘of course not’. Her youkai counterpart didn’t even give the elder miko that much, simply keeping an eye on Marisa with a minute shake of the head.
Of course, Haru was well aware that they hadn’t truly reconciled. But acknowledging a problem was the first step to solving it. That was especially so when it came to those with strong egos. Marisa, of course, had her pride as the ordinary magician. She stood, head held high, against the pressure of the village and her own family to live a mundane life.
But Alice had her own pride as well. It was quiet and understated, but Alice had a belief that one day she would advance in her studies and change how the world viewed magic. Puppet magic especially. It wasn’t entirely dissimilar to the purple woman in glasses who aimed to revolutioniz
Alice sat on a step of the shrine, waiting impatiently. She had made sure to pack all of her things, looking thrice over to make sure that her grimoire was in the right place. Even now, she could feel the thrum of its power when she pulsed out her magic.
That being done, she turned to look at the komainu statue. The one which Reimu mentioned would disappear every once in a while. She looked at it, not with eyes, but with her magic, a sixth sense which she had developed in her time as a practitioner of magic- even before she became a magician youkai.
She could see a divine energy leaking off it. That was no surprise; the entirety of the Shrine had such divine energy, no doubt thanks to its residents. More interestingly however, she saw a magical core beginning to form. From her observations, that tended to happen with Amanojoku and other youkai which were formed from sentient items. It was something which no human or youkai could do; the exclusive domain of higher beings.
Well, for now it was. Alice would change that. One day.
Still, being able to see the process as it happened was always edifying. By Alice’s estimate, without any outside interference the komainu would probably become a youkai in about a century or so. Certainly, Reimu would be lucky to see it become a living creature in her lifetime. More likely that her child or grandchild would have to deal with it.
More interesting, certainly more novel to Alice, was a similar core of magic forming in the second statue. It wasn’t as dense or well-developed as that of its sibling, at least on the surface. But looking further, the young Makaian could see that the two cores were, in truth, linked together, a tether of energy connecting them.
The puppeteer recalled hearing once that a beehive could be thought of less as a group of several different individual bees, but as one organism, each bee being a cell. It might be the same here; though they appeared to be two separate komainu, they were, in truth, one. That made sense, Alice nodded to herself. Komainu never appeared alone.
It did make her curious about what would happen if and when the komainu gained sentience, however. Perhaps it would turn into one youkai
[x] A wicked hermit appears
You decided to cut directly to the chase. “Is Miko here?”
Seiga floated around you in a circular arc, forcing you to turn to keep her in your vision. “Now, now. You’re being quite the rude guest. Insulting my darling Yoshika, leaving your companion to fight her while you ran on ahead…”
“My heart weeps for you,” you said flatly. “Is Miko here?”
“Fortunately, you’re also quite the interesting one,” she replied, completely ignoring your question. “A servant who is a master, once a master of many servants, but now ensnared by her own trap. And one who condemns a servitude more benign than that which her life has been defined by. What am I to make of you?”
“A person looking for information,” you told her. “Specifically, where is Miko?”
“Is there a reason for me to just tell you?” the wicked hermit asked. “Surely the fair thing would be a trade of information, no?”
Reisen glanced back and forth between you and Seiga. “That doesn’t seem unreasonable?”
Knowing exactly where this was going, you glared at the hermit. “What is unreasonable is the knowledge she wants. This wicked hermit is after the shikigami ritual.”
“Didn’t you just- ack!” Reisen started before one of your tails flicked across her legs, making her yelp.
Seiga laughed, floating right up to your face. “Tamamo-no-mae’s reign of terror was followed by dozens of copycats utilizing her work. There’s little point for you to safeguard that knowledge now.”
“Knowledge that my past self went to considerable lengths to eradicate,” you spat. “What makes you think I would hand it over to you?”
“Perhaps because your lips have been loosened already? Alice has been talking quite a bit about her living doll while fighting my pet zombie.”
So that was why Seiga showed herself. “Alice will not abuse the knowledge, whereas you are a self-professed wicked hermit. The answer is still no.”
She was unfazed, smirking back at you. “Everyone has their price, and I’ll find yours eventually. Or perhaps hers?”
You grimaced. That was an unpleasant reminder you’d need to stre
And that ties it up. Wow.
I'd like to start writing on this, so I'm declaring a sudden death tiebreaker. Next vote wins.
The Dragon once bathed in his own unkempt squalor, standing upon coals of agony. There, she appeared before him, a forgotten angel, halo in the form of ringed Dragon horns, who granted him purpose.
Though the Imugi knew that his Kitsune was gone, he still heard her gentle voice in the winds and felt her embrace in the warmth of newfound sunlight. Yet memories that had once burned bright within his soul would eventually wash away like an uncaring tributary, as the waters of time always flowed impartially. He walked over the cobbled path, paved by generations of humankind. There on the stones lay centuries of progress, blessed by peaceful steps.
Since Seoyang’s conception, rainfall was a promise of constancy: So long as it rained, the people would know that the Imugi still protected the land. Yet, it was in his absence that the land truly flourished. The sun’s embrace promised change to the lands of Seoyang; it could once again prosper and inherit new life. One must not water their crops every day, after all.
The Imugi, in pursuit of rain, knew only overcast. The sun was a distant, unclear idea. Underneath the misty veil of Seoyang, one could only see what was in front of them, and anything further would only be haze, nameless and formless in thought. The Imugi was no exception.
He had finally opened his eyes beyond the rain and mist. And, to that Dragon, the fleeting sunset that poured beyond the Seoyang plains was vivid and beautiful.
Wasn't expecting this. So, is that it? We finally done with this one? Kinda reads like an epilogue, and it doesn't seem like there's anywhere else it could go.
Well, it was an interesting little tale, if so. I appreciate the whole... hard to really name it in a convenient way. It's got elements that feel like one of those fantastical chronicles you see a lot in East Asia, where it's a story of a lot of things happening over a long period, and there's supposed to be some conceit of credulousness around them, but they're almost certainly strange and fictional. That's the sort of feeling I get. Also, I probably said this way back, but I appreciate the flavour of something non-Japanese sprinkled in but in such a way that it doesn't necessitate a whole lot of weird circle-squaring that people often get into. It's just something fantastical that blends into something else fantastical.
I guess it would have been nice if the whole relationship between the imugi, the kitsune, and their offspring had been a bit more evenly covered with the rest of events happening, but I know that there was a certain break between intentions and execution, so I can't lay too much fault.
If this isn't over, uh... well, oops?
Either way, glad to see you still alive, Moral. I hope we can get some closure on some of the other things, too.
I'm usually not one to have notes at the end of a story (I believe in letting the story speak for itself, yadda yadda whatever nerd), but I've been very gently persuaded to share some thoughts about the story so here ya go.
The story was very (and I really mean very, very, very) loosely inspired by Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven. All of the Cantos were adapted from the actual lines of the epic poem. And guess what—I’m one of the few people who even bothered directly translating it from the source material. I guess my esoteric knowledge about random shit did come in handy. I didn't use the whole thing because it later devolves into Joseon political-isms, but I found it strangely compelling enough to base a short story about. Specifically, I thought about the different dragons that could be found in Eastern mythology, and saw a perfect in-between (a Korean Imugi) that was like a dragon but also not.
I mainly wanted something that deviated from the usual Touhou antics while still being believable that this particular story could fit into the overall setting. Well, I tried at least. That's probably the biggest gripe I have with this piece: It's very explicitly isolated from Gensokyo. I definitely wanted to integrate Gensokyo more with the entire plot, but there isn’t much you can do when a dragon doesn't care about vacationing in figurative Youkai hell.
The story is also a lot different from the draft idea, where it was supposed to be about interesting similarities between Korean/Chinese/Japanese mythology, and the Dragon would mainly be pointing these out. You could still see parts of that when the Imugi offhandedly commented about koma-inus and haetaes. I decided to forego this in favor of immortal suffering because, at the time, I was feeling like I wanted my characters to be miserable. I know, stupid reason, but I’ve written other things for even stupider reasons than that. Who knows, maybe I might still run on that idea as a sequel using Seoyu? I’m just kidding, I don’t really want to have another story on my plate when I have other obligations to fulfill. Unless?
I don’t t
THE STORY SO FAR:
The world has ended, but five (well, it’s complicated) humans get a chance to do it over, and make things right. Only problem is, for their second go around, they're not going to be 'human'...
Kosuzu, Reimu, Akyuu and Youmu have all remembered their pasts, and through significant trials and tribulations, begun the path of fighting against the doomed future. Of the five Immaterial Children who were wound back in time together, only one remains - the former magician, Kirisame Marisa.
In this life, she is Houjuu Marisa, raised on the island of Sado in the outside world. Spending her childhood years looking up at the stars, the arrival of the Spiral Comet awoke her inhuman heritage - one she was completely unaware of, and equally unprepared to deal with. Having fled her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo - ever chased by a mysterious group.
But though she has left her home behind, she is not without allies. She has met up with Goutokuji Mike, a maneki-neko and fellow mystery hunter, and together they’ve decided to search for a path together. A narrow escape from her pursuers has brought them into contact with the gentle Ibaraki Kasen, the divine Tenkyuu Chimata, and the crafty Nippaku Zanmu. With such a trio of powerful figures behind her, Marisa’s fate is set to turn…
Previous Threads:
Redo/Reimu >>205449 >>205720
Again/Akyuu >>206017 >>206302 >>206595
Counting to >>213993:
Main Choice:
[1] “Think Zanmu knows how to get in?” There was a strong chance whatever she was doing here had to do with Marisa’s predicament… and she didn’t seem to mind them knowing what she was up to.
[17] “Let’s watch Little_Bunny in action.” She had a grappling hook, and who knew what else? Whatever she was investigating was probably really cool important. Besides, they could always ask Zanmu later.
Clearly a close vote, nothing much to say.
:3
[X] “Let’s watch Little_Bunny in action.” She had a grappling hook, and who knew what else? Whatever she was investigating was probably really cool important. Besides, they could always ask Zanmu later.
>213983
Yeah, Kotohime was also my immediate first thought, but I wasn't sure how that would work with her also in Gensokyo during Y/Y. Your idea definitely makes some amount of sense, though, and that's more than enough for this dork.
Hello there, long time lurker(wow has it been a few years) and first time thread maker here.
I wondered if anyone here would be interested in an story.(dumb question)
I am in posession of 2 brainchildren that for the love of all won't leave me alone. The first one developed into an red line, having the bare bones in the beginning, conflict with a few characters and an potential climax. It has no end since the other parts still swim around in the depths of my brain.
Well, all in all i want to know if anyone has enough interest to vote, comment and interact with me while putting up with my ADD, formatting mistakes, slipping grammar(im german) and an irregular release schedule that at least i can guarantee will lead to an end of the story.
It will begin as pretty standard gappy story,with votes on what an mc we will creating, mc will NOT be powerful very fast into it. There will be so much choice making(for hopefully our amusement and to help the plot along) and at last i will add an stat sheet with the skills of mc and an archievement tab. Everything astounding and all deaths(connected to the choices)will get one, with a bit of flavor Text the first time.
So yeah... i want to let this fester for 3 days before coming to an decision if it's worth it.
See you.
Wonderfully jobless and with too much time for the next 8 months
Alastor Darkwood
[X] takes the offer of Mima and Shingyoku.
[X] takes Youmu's offer to meet Yuyuko.
It is dark outside. A crescent moon is staring down the surface of the earth, littered with buildings laid around like hives. In a big city, men go on about their daily lives as usual, congregating together in a formless crowd and going about their day. Most return from their hard day at work or class, and some only set out to begin their duties. A variety of bars, night clubs and other establishments start their working hours. Families reunite and tell one another stories of today. At this time though, none of this is immediately relevant.
Deep below the ground, a network of train stations runs their course. A group of people working in concert for hundreds of thousands others, working like a well-oiled machine. Or perhaps a closely intertwined system of gears? Most wait around the tracks, waiting for the next train, painted with a myriad of social-looking advertisements. Our interest today lies inside a certain train car on this certain Friday evening. There is a blonde girl nearby, with a stylish-looking haircut. There’s an old couple, trying to chat even as the train picks up speed, it’s noise growing louder and drowning out most sounds. A wide variety of people looks busy, concentrated as they all stare into their phones. There is someone else asleep in a passenger seat. They’ve spent at least two stops with their eyes closed and haven’t noticed that they’ve missed their station. They must be truly enjoying their rest.
Incidentally, that somebody also happens to be you. What are you?
[-] A working man, trying to do good.
[-] A student, learning as they go.
This is likely to be a mistake. Let’s find out whether this is one or not.
Seeker of Class Consciousness
One miserable day, Patchouli Knowledge steps out her pure concrete cubicle in Beijing’s People’s Social Research Institute in hopes of accelerating her death with a cigarette, only to notice a young girl acosting strangers for help on reading Hegel. Exiled from her town in rural America to Beijing in order to learn how useless communism really is according to her family, Patchouli curiously takes her up as an Intern in hopes of making her a professional dialectician. However, Lysithea, along the way encounters many levels of false consciouness until the ultimate realization of revolutionary theory being something that must be actualized by all workers of the world, not by specialists of freedom or philosophy.
This is a detournement of soulnight114’s Seeker of Knowledge
Chapter 1
"Damn you, Remy," Patchouli cursed as she leaned on the side of the marvelous, all glass and steel People’s Social Research Insittue office in downtown Beijing. Remila being Patchouli’s boss.
“You've been cooped up in your concrete wage cage for too long. I know you love your dull, flat, and sharp concrete furniture but go take a smoke break so that the person below you could steal your useless position once you catch lung cancer. Don't worry, Koakuma can keep an eye on your spreadsheets of which pregant mother to kick out of their entry level position.”
That was how Patchouli found herself out of her office and forced to be out among the repulsive proletariat and commoners. If it wasn't for the ciggarette Remy practically threw at her, she would’ve tried sucking the life force of an innocent worker out of pure rage. Despite being a specialist of Marxist philosophy in a prestigious government research organization, she despised the worker as do all bureaucrats. A strange but all too common contradiction.
30 minutes. That was how long she had to last, and it had already been 25 minutes. Soon this ordeal would end, and she could go back to her lifeless cubical, ideally for another 3 decades. Cozy and content among her meaningless party loyalty awards, absurdly terse literature on the history of post modernist literature by sout
