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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

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Glad to hear things are looking up for you this month for writing! and hey, life happens. I'm still happy with what we got, thanks for updating again!

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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

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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

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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…

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Adorable!

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...you managed to have transparency in a pencil doodle holy crap! and the character's quality looks great, and the others look like the silliness of them was in universe so it works out! looks great!

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the drawings are adorable!


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[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

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[X] Reisen is an intelligent young woman and a trained soldier. She clearly knew the tightrope she had to walk, so it was best for you not undercut her.

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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.

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[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.


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Canto I
Of yore, there were six dragons of the Eastern Sea
Heaven hath blessed all that they did
Those of past and those of wisdom were of the same body and mind
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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.

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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.

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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

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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 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…

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[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.
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[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.

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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.

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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

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[X] takes the offer of Mima and Shingyoku.
[X] takes Youmu's offer to meet Yuyuko.

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[X] tells them that he will think about it.
[X] takes Youmu's offer to meet Yuyuko.

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[x] tells them that he will think about it.

[x] takes Youmu's offer to meet Yuyuko.


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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.

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[X]No, I know you’re Kira, Light, I just don’t care.

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[X] Go Hououin Kyouma on her.

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[X] No, I know you’re Kira, Light, I just don’t care.

What did she expect to hear from normal human?


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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

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It was late summer, the cicadas worked hard, producing their buzzing songs, although one would find it irritating, the sound was nothing to worry about for the Shrine Maiden, who was currently asleep.

Of course, someone had to interrupt her affairs.

"Yo Reimu what are you doing ze?!" comes the witch sliding the door of the shrine open without care.

"Ugh~~" Rubbing her eyes with a troubled groan, Reimu slowly lifted herself off her futon. "How many times do I need to tell you not to enter like that Marisa?!"

Still rubbing her eyes, the shrine maiden adjusted her skirt and walked over to the kitchen "You know what, whatever, I'm gonna have a snack, want some?" The witch giggled in approval, entering the shrine proper.

Meanwhile, somewhere else

A hidden path extended deep into the woods, although I called it "path" It was sparse and hard to follow for nobody had used it for maybe decades but at the end of it one would be directed to an old worn-out shrine abandoned in the woods.

The once white and pristine walls were covered in vines and the woodwork was infested with mushrooms and soaked to the brin by the rain. Once someone slid open the now rotten front door, however, they would find its interior walls filled with inscriptions and runes that connect with a magic circle right in the middle of the room.

Looking at the forest again a bit of hesitation spreads thoughts but is not like I have another choice as I don't have a home left for me anymore.

Checking if anything is in order I set my backpack down and check my belongs:

a week's worth of military rations, a Swiss knife, my purple charcoal (to complete the magic circle), my old man`s photos, and an old book with a blank cover with the instructions for the activation of the magic circle alongside 20 or so firecrackers with two types, one with intention of making a lot of noise but the explosion was small and the other type made a big explosion, nothing to kill but to stagger to get me wherever I was fighting enough for me or to run or to me go on the offensive myself.

Finally, after completing my wo

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Kaguyas all over the shop

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Manato befriends Kaguya, huh? I guess that's the power of storytelling for you. He'd best hope he doesn't get jumped by a jealous suitor at some point. Or stray too close when she's fighting Mokou.

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Considering Kaguya frequently sneaks out to the village, it is obvious when word get out that he didn't got rejected on the first meeting he going to get a lot of attention just for that. Poor Manato is going to get a lot of gossip about him.


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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 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 left her life on the island, she now searches for a way to get to Gensokyo - though why she seeks it, even she couldn’t say.

But though she has left her home behind, she is not without allies. She has met up with Goutokuji Mike, a friend she met online, and together they’ve decided to search for a path to the mysterious Gensokyo. Perhaps the Rainbow Market, hosted by the mysterious Tenkyuu Chimata, will provide their first step to uncovering the hidden world they seek…

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[X] Let them in, and try to convince them personally not to tell those creeps where they were.

Karen is a mum-type. She'll probably keep trying to return Marisa to her 'guardians'. But if she knows they're a pair of gangsters who like to batter people, she'll relent. Zanmu is a bit of a troll, yes, but she's not a snitch as she says. Even if she doesn't help out I'm reasonably confident she won't hurt at least.

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Huh, so that's what's going on. So my theories:

1. It's what Anon#213581 and Bulb are saying: Mamizou and her tanuki were exposed by the "Spiral Meteor", causing Marisa to panic and think everyone she's known has been secretly replaced by the Japanese equivalent of skinwalkers.

2. Mamizou really is missing, and there's some sort of third party trying to get to Marisa. Prior to this current reveal, I figured it may have been some sort of rival gang tracking Marisa, maybe mujina? Mujina (badgers), as yokai were known to have the same powers as tanuki, so not too far stretched, I hope?

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