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..

[ ] 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.

— - — - —

"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 chil

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.

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.

— - — - —

"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...

THREAD ONE: >>185269
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.”

"Unoriginal title" edition.
Previous thread: >>179898

[X]Just stay by yourself. Anyone wants to talk, they'll come to you.
[X]Have a drink, loosen up a bit.

You know what, while you're interested in meeting everyone else, you can't be arsed to actually get up and talk to them. To that end, you decide to simply stay where you are, and let them come to you.

Also, you don't feel like being completely sober. You can't remember the last time you were able to have an actual drink.

Getting up, you feel a few eyes linger on you as you approach the drink table. As you stop in front of the alcohol, you realize that you'll kinda have to take your mask off to actually have a drink. Thankfully, you were facing away from everyone, so you could gulp some liquid down without showing your face. You don't know why you're worried about that, however. Probably something about preserving the mystery that is you, or some bollocks.

Anyway, you manage to slip the lower half of your mask up with your good hand, which almost completely obscures your vision, but you can at least drink something. You quickly fill your glass and swallow it down, wincing as the alcohol burns your throat. You missed that.

Fitting your mask back on, you turn to see most of the room watching you, evidently hoping to sneak a peek of your face.

You get it.

As hard as it is to believe, you think you actually get what the white-haired girl is saying!

Looking back on your past actions, it certainly does explain more than a couple things that had once left you confused.

The upperclassmen who giggled or laughed at you...
The underclassmen who gave you strange looks and said something about 'stranger danger'...
The maid that closed the door on your face without a word...
The waitress who laughed uncomfortably and refused to make eye-contact from that moment on...
The nurse's reaction from before...
Even...


Oh.

Your name is Hakurei Reimu, and you have a headache.

You groan, your eyes opening to a hazy wooden roof. Your head starts throbbing as you recall last night, and how that little bastard of an Oni convinced you to try and have a drinking competition with her.

Oh, you're no lightweight, of course, but you're not a heavyweight drinker either. You can down a bottle or two, but then you have to stop or you lose all reason, which is not very good for you.

How Suika managed to convince you to do that is beyond you. "I'm going to get that little oni..." you growl underneath your breath, and stand up from the little futon you're lying on before stalking out to the main room.

Your head is still throbbing, and looking around the shrine, you're reminded why you sometimes still miss that robot maid you gave away: the shrine can get messy. Very messy.

And being the sole responsible resident of the Hakurei Shrine, the job of cleaning up goes to you.

Sighing, you walk to your front door, planning on going to the nearby shed where you keep the broom. You would keep it in the shrine, but you don't wont some youkai stealing it.

You open the door.