Hello, T-P. I’d like to play a game with you.
Before that, however, I have to ask you a series of questions. Let's say it's... a more interactive way of character creation than rolling a few dice. Don’t worry, they won’t be hard, and there’s no wrong answer. On the other hand, the effects your answers will have will be a little obscured. We can't throw out all the uncertainty, can we?

First, what is your favorite flavor?

[]Water
[]Ketchup
[]Caramel
[]Smoke
[]Artificial banana
[]Leaf
[]Raw Flour
[]Tangerine
[]?
[]Coffee

And while we’re at it, what is your favorite color?

[]Denim
[]Grandma's Refrigerator
[]Puce
[]Chocolate
[]Nacho Cheese
[]Anonymous
[]Mayonnaise
[]Corn Silk
[]Chartreuse
[]Dragon’s Blood
[]New Age

THREAD 1 >>200549

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[X] I’m going to ask him about Inaba Tewi, and then... and then I’ll decide!


Alright. Goodbye! If you run off after he returns, don’t forget to go shopping...!

... And so she’s off.

You’ll tell that Inaba about this, won’t you?

Your secret is out; I think you should just go. Hurry on. I don’t like preparing meals myself, but my stomach is especially weak to temptation. Fare well, little rabbit. Honestly: fare well.

Hm.

It’s snowing again...


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Shinji felt lightheaded. Try as he might, it would be unfair to place all the blame on the deliciously bold drink. His host was also at fault; Remilia had not shied away from behaving familiar and her audacious—if not borderline salacious—extended physical contact had him off balance. That said, he was not uneasy. Merely wondering just how much of what he saw and felt was spontaneous and how much a stratagem. His mind would not yield so quickly to the mechanical pleasures of the moment.

Remilia seemed pleased with the situation. Her small body had come to rest ever more firmly against his own side. The wing that had begun to wrap around him had extended further and began to pull him even closer. That pink and black canvas felt as smooth as the material on the loveseat; its tip acted like prehensile limb and gently dug into his back. A glimmer of what could best summed up as pure devilry was found in her eyes. Secondary glints of of more carnal enjoyment also made themselves known.

Were he a mere human, perhaps he would have been wholly overwhelmed. There was no denying that he felt tested and pushed to a limit. And yet, his resistance was more coherent than even he expected. His thoughts were his own. As great as Remilia’s personal charm might have been, he was only swayed by that and not by any preternatural abilities. She may have tried to employ tricks on him but he was having none of it.

That, that, yes, that! That realization was thrilling in and of itself. It completely overrode his previous realizations. There was no reason for temerity, he told himself. The proof was in his own body. Even as he wondered whether or not he could consider himself truly alive or not, he

He stared blankly ahead without a care in the world, waiting to be acknowledged. Yes, something inside him knew that that was unusual. Maybe even wrong on some level. That didn’t matter, however. Even if he had tried to whip himself up into a less static state he had no idea what else he could be doing. It wasn’t like anything around him looked familiar at all. Not to mention—most importantly—it would be rude not to have some tea.

“There we go,” Yuyuko said with a perfectly courteous smile as she made sure every last drop of tea made it safely from the teapot to the cup. Had he not been so out of it, the man might have complimented her on her preternatural grace; nary a movement she made seemed sudden or unnecessary. He stared at the contents of the cup quietly, thinking little as the steam rose gently and his host sat across the table from him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, finding the sound of his own voice somewhat unfamiliar. It was a good voice, mind. Lower on the tenor range with a quiet dignity to it that made people stop and pay attention subconsciously. Not that he was aware of it at that point. After all, he couldn’t even remember his own name.

“Please help yourself to a snack if you like,” the host motioned towards a small tray full of sweets. They looked pretty good but he wasn’t very interested.

Instead, he politely declined and reached for his cup. The tea smelled really good, unlike anything he had experienced before. It smelled of springtime and the delicate aroma of flowers. The taste mirrored that assessment, he found, as he let the first few drops of liquid sit on his tongue for a few moments before swallowing. “This is really good tea,” he said with a nod, feeling a warmth spreading quickly through his body.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s been a struggle to get Youmu to learn how to make it just right. That girl can be so hopeless when it comes to the simplest of things...” Yuyuko lamented with a good-natured look in her eyes.

“She’s done a good job,” the man said after taking another sip. “I feel like I’ve been revived by this tea.”

Yuyuko giggled, her

“What did you think would happen?”

Gripping the sheath of my master’s sword, I turn to look at her. Her eyes are, of course, on the sky. She’s right. She was right, but...

“I won’t say I don’t admire you,” she says, lifting her tea cup from its top, drinking it with her eyes closed. “But I’ve told you. I’ve told you and told you: that age is over. What did you think would happen?”

“... I want to have a dream,” is how I answer. “Can’t I have a dream?”

“Hm,” is her reply.. until she calmly says, “no.”

She gazes on the sky again, and I follow her stare.

“You’re no Hakurei, you’re no Konpaku.”

Kon... what?

“You’re a Nakahara. Live with that.”

Nakahara... huh.

The sky is covered in pale cherry blossoms, so thorough it’s as if snow was never there. They scatter eagerly, covering Gensokyo with the warmth we’d been missing, missing. The long winter is over, spring returned by the Shrine Maiden. The human who set off before me. She’s human, so what makes us different?

Why couldn’t I have gone?

Under the moon, every petal glows with ghostly light. Even though we’d had so much trouble, even though this had driven so many of us near to death... seeing it, seeing the end... it’s so beautiful, I almost think everything was worth it.

I turn back to walk by my master, back into the dojo.

I’ll practice my swings, and then go home to bed.


What’s your name?

[] Taro.

[] Ken.

[] Ryousuke.


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Nannerwrammer, two days late, meaning a very short timer

“Alright, fellas,” you say. “Time to go drop in on that Noboru human and tell him the great news. I’m sure he’ll be overwhelmed, as humans do whenever youkai drop by, but it’s better that Daiki gets her family visit out of the way before dropping the whole ‘I want to be the village’s cat youkai-slash-protector’ bomb on the populace.”

“What?” Chen sputters out, shifting her gaze abruptly towards her fellow cat companion. “You’re gonna do… what?”

“Basically,” you say, “Daiki’s going to have the human village accept her as one of their own.”

Chen takes off her cap to frantically scratch the top of her head. The girl’s frustration spreads to her feet as she paces back and forth around the shrine’s front entrance, kicking stray stones on the ground.

“I’m no good at these kinda things,” she groans, “but isn’t that crazy?”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“Think it’ll work out?” Tewi says. All things considered, she’s surprisingly composed.

“Me? If I’m being honest, no. But I don’t know those humans.” With a defeated smile, you shake your head from side to side. “Daiki does. Your opinion, cat?”

“This cat thinks it will be alright.” She nods shyly. “She believes in them.”

How deliciously sappy. “Let’s get a move on, then.”
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Noboru’s household probably wasn’t expecting an entourage of youkai to greet them come noon. And yet here is Daiki, bringing along a rabbit, another cat, and a wolf to Noboru’s home. To be fair, you’re not really a youkai, but you digress. Things get awkward, and quick.

A woman steps out from the home, only for her to go running back in, yelling Noboru’s name all the while. You overhear Noboru and the woman, presumably his mother, squabble for a bit before the boy unceremoniously peeks his head out the door, pulls Daiki in, and disappears with the nekomata.

A long moment passes before Noboru comes outside with Daiki.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says to Chen as he bows low.

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Men are all like that. Why would one be any different? Everyone should know why.

Whether you do or do not know, please begin by observing the girls who had to deal with them. The first three of six, each with a decision to make. Like songs of love, their fleeting stories resound with a lingering taste of life.

Sanae
Hey. Are you doing okay?
It’s been tiring for me.
Ever since we ended it, you know?
It was a break up,
but it was hard on both of us.

Sometimes, I hear you've been doing well.
You’ve found people you can be with, they said.
You have people who love you, they said.
People who really love you.
I didn’t ask, but they said that anyway.

That’s good, though.
That way, you wouldn’t have to endure
all the emptiness that comes after.

You like how it is now?

Yuuka
She’s still living her dream, never telling anyone.
She planted something in her life
tricking everyone.
But she didn’t see yet.

The young boy will show her
for the first time
that it can be seen.
That the door to her secret garden—

—can be opened.

Seiga
A long time has passed.
I am interested to know how much she has improved.
I created the greatest lie by removing everything.
I thought I had done so after my separation.
I regret that day deeply.

There is no such thing as a good separation.
But, if I had let her go more nicely,
maybe she would have found happiness.
Maybe she would have found someone else.
Has she become better than she was before?

Better than those days long ago?

Stage 1
[] Sanae
[] Yuuka
[] Seiga

Over the years, and they were many, you have been told a great many lies.

"Fairies are terrifying and will eat you!"

"I'm the strongest!"

"Okay, maybe fairies aren't as scary as I said, but youkai certainly are!"

"I'm totally human."

"I'm totally human."

"No, I'm human!"

"Okay, maybe youkai can look indistinguishable from humans, but they still will eat you at the first chance they get! Seriously, trust me on this, I've been writing about this for generations!"

...Thinking back, most people you know are also terrible liars.

"Is it okay if I eat you now?" The blonde peeks over your shoulder, licking her lips. She clearly assumes that you will let her sooner or later, but for now those bright red puppy eyes aren't doing the trick.

"No."

"Pleaaase?" She give you her best begging eyes, which just makes you roll your eyes as best you can.

You offer her a worm, as you have innumerable times before. "No."

She sucks it up like the world's nastiest ramen. "Ish dat sho?"

"It is, yeah." Missing only one beat, you add, "And don't talk with your mouth full."

"Then I can eat you?"

"No."

"But you said yes!" Upon that maneater's face, a pout sprouts forth, as if that is all it will take to get a yes.

"I was saying 'yes, it is so' not 'yes, go ahead and eat me'."

She lets out a long-drawn sigh, as if you are the one making unreasonable requests here. "Fiiiiiine..." Then again, maybe you are. After all, it's possible that she asks complete idiots the same question, getting a far more favorable answer. However, be that as it may, you've still got a number of years left in your old bones, and you'd rather that they spend them under your wrinkles rather than in less pleasant locales among the detritu

Hello people of the threads and possibly beyond... I am new here...

Alright, introductions out of the way let's skip straight to the point, what are we doing here, in this thread right now.

Other then just typing, you guys are a dragon now, more specifically, taninim, if any of you are familiar with the In the Company Of Dragons by Rite Publishing. Yes, that, you guys are 'those.'

If it isn't obvious enough, first time doing this, hope I don't fuck up, you know, that'd be bad.

But I like options, so I'm giving you options... and lots of them, hopefully easy enough for me at this current point in time.

Let's run through the check list. First thing; difficulty.

Options:
[X] I'm just here for the story.
[X] Easy
[X] Medium
[X] Hard
[X] Lunatic

Or... [X] I'll carve my own path, thank you very much.

Now these options aren't as much as how hard or easy it will be, but a predetermined set of options will be picked if you choose one of the first 5, 6th option is custom.

Still, you have more options that don't just rely on those 6.

What kind of taninim are you?
Mind you, before we start this, each taninim has a compulsion, that gets harder based on your Charisma modifier... yes that means attaining a harem with your Casa-fucking-nova smoothness ain't going to be easy if you pick a red dragon who just wants to kill everything... or close to it.

Back to options:

[X] Adventurous (Cloud (Primal))
[X] Balanced (Sovereign(Imperial))
[X] Brave (Bronze(Metallic))
[X] Creative (Brass(Metallic))
[X] Curious (Lunar(Outer))
[X] Deceptive (Custom)
[X] Destructive (Red(Chromatic))
[X] Devious (Black(Chromatic))
[X] Diplomatic (Mithral(Custom)
[X] Gluttonous (Gare(Linnorm))
[X] Greedy (Underworld(Imperial))
[X] Heroic (Custom)
[X] Honorable (Silver(Metallic))
[X] Imperious (Green(Chromatic))
[X] Inquisitive (Dungeon(Custom)
[X] Insular (Ice(Linnorm))
[X] Intolerant (Custom)
[X] Just (Sky(Imperial))
[X] Militant (Blue(Chromatic))
[X] Narcissistic (Tor(Linnorm)

“Um, sure...” the fluffy-fluffy-fluffy fluff-head girl says with that look you get sometimes when you say too much like you think you probably did just then.

You get that look all the time these days, it seems.

All the time.

All those eyes, just looking.

Watching.

Judging.

“Ah! I mean, yes! Yes, I would very much appreciate it if you would help me, sir!” the girl says, with more cheer and enthusiasm than before.

Probably trying to hide how uncomfortable you're making her you think, possibly.

The quicksand might be doing it, too.

Bad way to go, quicksand. You certainly wouldn't recommend it. Not unless you want your death with a side of false advertising.

But that's neither here nor there.

What is here is someone in need of help!

Help! That you might provide! You!

Which you will not be providing if you just stand there, thinking things to yourself!

“R-right! Right! Help! I will help!” you say, shaking with enthusiasm.

Enthusiasm, and fear.

Terror, really.

Not from this, of course.

But from that other thing.

The thing you shouldn't can't won't don't don't don't don't-

Help.

You will help her.

You will help her, and then get away as quickly as you can.

Somewhere. Anywhere.

Just disappear.

It's been too long.

You know 'they' can see you, but can 'they' see you?

Doesn't matter!
Doesn't matter!

You're doing this!
You're helping!
You turn and run and dash and hop and jump and run some more through the forest, looking for anything that could be of use.

A rope would be too convenient, but a vine? Vines are good. Sticks are good. Even fairies are good, if you string them together just right.

Rocks, though? Not so good.

Not tha