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I held off from asking too much all at once. It was already too easy to get bogged down by Tewi’s ceaseless interjections. As amusing as some of the things she said were, I actually had a few things that I wanted to know.

More than once, I had reason to doubt I was being told the whole truth. “Peace and quiet is something that everyone here loves. We’re really just really boring people if I’m honest,” Reisen said at one point, her slight laugh betraying some of her nervousness. But I didn’t press too hard. If there were things that they didn’t want to tell me, that was fine too. I could piece together enough to have a coherent idea of what things were really like.

Putting it succinctly: Reisen was nominally in charge of the rabbits. Most of the work was delegated to Tewi, who had a longer history with the local rabbits. I couldn’t quite figure out why have Reisen be a leader at all; blunting Tewi’s whims wasn’t reason enough. Maybe her parents had been rabbit leaders as well. At any rate, Reisen reported to her master, a doctor of some sort who also apprenticed her in the ways of medicine. This master was more or less in charge of the big decisions, judging by Reisen’s praise-filled words and Tewi’s relative quiet on the subject. But the mansion, this Eientei, belonged to someone else – a friend of the doctor – who was a kind and quiet figure. She was a princess if Reisen were to be believed.

Tewi held back from making any jokes about those two. Clearly there was a level of implicit respect or, at least fear, that kept her from voicing whatever her real opinion was in front of a stranger like me. All she had to add was that rabbits were happy living at Eientei. Both normal and youkai rabbits lived side by side and they had shelter, food and a space to play and be happy.

“You should see us pound mochi!” Tewi said, her arms crossed as she bragged, “It takes a while, but all the camaraderie pays off. It’s the best stuff you’ll taste anywhere.”

“Most of our days are pretty

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I tell Reimu "I'll get Alice & Yuuka, you get Marisa." Reimu nods and we both go our separate ways.

On the way there I weave a spell to enhance my thoughts and help me concentrate on my magic.
>+3 cards

As the mental fatigue lifts, I notice that the rain is starting to slacken and Kogasa is blasting the fairies that are starting to come out again.

I thank Kogasa and turn my attention to clearing the way. Before long we arrive back at Alice's house.

A doll in a maid outfit and a cute red ribbon answers the door and a voice echoes from upstairs "I'm busy at the moment, but Yuuka has just woken up if you want to talk to her. Just follow Shanghai to her room."

The doll curtseys and floats off down the hallway. We follow her to a sunlit room adorned with shelves of dolls. Yuuka is sitting in the brightest spot, facing the window but turns around when I gently knock on the doorframe.

"I thought you left to go talk with Reimu." Yuuka comments.

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THREAD ONE: >>185269
THREAD TWO: >>185998
THREAD THREE: >>186634
THREAD FOUR: >>193855
THREAD FIVE: >>194695
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You amuse yourself for a little bit by vigorously flipping the pretzelized Flandre off, bobbing up and down and up all the while for good measure, but there is only so long that you can taunt a squished heretic like this before the inevitable needs doing.

“LET NO ONE SAY YOU DID NOT BRING THIS UPON YOURSELF,” you say, as you pull her back out of the hole, turn, lay the still-twitching CHAOS FAGGOT directly in front of you, and wind up for this mightiest of kicks-

“Flandre!” Remilia falls through the hole in the ceiling, THOROUGHLY TANNED from all her time outside.

Your POWER BOOT connects with the MODERN-ART-PIECE-VAMPIRE and EXPLODES, sending her hurtling past Remilia, through pillars, into a wall, and then she just keeps burrowing and burrowing deeper until she's entirely out of view.

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This probably won't be too long since I want to be able to finish this instead of letting it fade, so here it is. My first CYOA.

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Heat.

Sun.

A pricking sensation at your soles.

Grass.

Something brushing against your skin.

No harm being done, no other sounds apart from rustling. Leaves. Crisp. Close to falling. You can feel a few crunch underneath your soles..

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[ ] Blood..?
-[ ] Don't dally too much and get ready though.
[ ] I get the feeling a little bit of abyssal blood is only the beginning, Chiyuri. If I didn't know any better, I'd say our mission here is to see how far we can take abyssal on human experimentation.

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"So, what am I to change into?"

Rika helpfully answers, "Clothes we can assure won't contaminate the room. Really, your shoes and gloves are the most likely candidates, but being sure doesn't hurt when dealing with this much surgery." After a moment, she blushes. "Ahh, erm... I'll show you where. Sorry, sir."

As you're in the process of this all, you begin to consider all that you've learnt since you've arrived. Abyssals bleed and have organs, not that such a thing is new to you. What does the term 'Abyssal technology' really mean, though? Is it flesh and blood, or steel and oil? Are they grinding their bones to make your ships, or simply studying tech far more advanced than anything you ever could hope to make?

Fully kitted out and ready to enter, you soon are led, along with Inazuma of course, towards the place where this will happen. Are you really here to fight the abyssals, or are you here to rip parts out of them and attach them to little girls? You know time will answer the question, but as things are, do you really want the answer? Your loyalty to your country is still resolute, but these things are putting niggling little doubts in your head.

Soon, Inazuma is lying on the table. You offer a hand to settle her nerves, which she takes after a short bout of hesitation. She may be a sailor, she may be seen fit to be a hero, but under all that — under all that crushing weight of your country's hopes and dreams — the girl is still only a child still. She may be of the bravest people you've ever met, she may have been deemed the best for the job, but you can't just let her go through this without support.

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You are a wolf tengu. Your biggest problem is that bitches be on you faster you can—

"Hey," says Momiji, now in the scene, "I'm in heat."

—yeah, finish a sentence.


[ ] "Cool."
[ ] Fuck her, metaphorically.
[ ] Fuck her, idiomatically.
[ ] Fuck her, similementely(?)
[ ] END IT ALL

You decide to do as the mysterious little paper says, because you don't really see any reason not to. It's not as if you expect to turn around and find someone or something just standing th-


“OooooooOOOOoooooooOOOoooo~!”

“Eek?!”


No sooner do you think you won't find something standing behind you, do you turn and find that something actually is standing behind you! A strange something, at that! A something that looks an awful like a large, lumpy pillow standing upright. Though rather silly looking, it's still surprising enough to cause you to jump back a little bit.

Just a little bit, though.

You quickly calm back down, and the more you look at it, the sillier the silly pillow-thing is. It's got a silly little face on it with a silly little mouth with a silly little tongue sticking out, like 'BLAH, I'M STICKING MY TONGUE OUT~!' and to top it all off you think you detect a faint whiff of magic coming from inside it.

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I awoke to a pounding sensation in my head that made my vision go white around the edges, staring blearily at the grass underneath me as the world slowly faded into comprehensibility. The sun was bearing down overhead, but the air was cool.

Attempting to remember the night before, I was met with a sudden bolt of pain arcing through my head. I grimaced, surveying the jumble of half-formed thoughts and haze that I could make neither heads nor tails of. I turned my attention outward to my immediate surroundings in hope for a clue and some relief from this mental quagmire.

Looking up, my senses were immediately assaulted by the rich greens of the environment and the clear blue of the sky. The surroundings didn’t feel remotely familiar, and I picked myself up from the flat ground and began to walk towards the nearby body of water in my vicinity. Peering down as I walked, even my clothes and body didn’t ring any bells. What was going on..? Why was it so difficult to remember anything notable? Or anything at all for that matter?

“Where am I… more importantly, -who- am I..?” I muttered, as I approached the calm surface and peered at my reflection. Suddenly I had a flash of recognition.

[ ] “Reimu!”
[ ] “Suika!”
[ ] “Alice!”
[ ] “...?” But the name disappeared before I could grab onto it.

[x] Dodge the knife.
[x] Return the smile.

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"Whoa!" You lean back as she slashes at you, her eyes locked on your throat.

Stumbling back, you find that she's licking blood from the blade.

-1HP

You realize that she nicked your throat. Any closer and...

And...

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THREAD TWO: >>185998
THREAD THREE: >>186634
THREAD FOUR: >>193855
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Nope. No. Nuh-uh. I'm not getting between a screaming witch and a massive super-soldier whatever the hell he's supposed to be. Nah. I'm going to just take a seat on the bookshelf right here and let them keep swearing at each other.

“GET THE FUCK DOWN FROM THERE, YOU PORPORATE PAJAMA'D PIECE OF PISS!” says the golden invader, gesticulating furiously at Patchouli.

“OH, HOLY SHIT, HE ACTUALLY KNOWS BIG WORDS!” Patchouli replies, and now I've learned what sarcasm sounds like when it's screamed at someone.

“I AM NOT A GODDAMN ILLITERATE, YOU PUTRID PUSTULE.”

“ALLITERATION ISN'T CLEVER, SHITLORD.”

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