krisslanza !l6ZeLPD4F6 2009/12/04 (Fri) 18:48 No. 106350 ▼
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[x] If Reimu is offering, why not stay the night?
-[x] Where will you be sleeping?
--[x] Would it be any problem to move a futon over and sleep in the room?
-[x] Any ideas what to do for the night?
--[x] Perhaps trading some tales, since you want to hear about her past adventures.
-[x] What will you do in the morning?
--[x] Asking Reimu to perhaps help you carry your stuff back from Marisa's, then the usual job checking stuff, that is unless she has other plans.
Flashing the miko a grin, you nod your head, “Sure, I'll stay the night. Must get lonely being in that shrine all by yourself, need some company once in a while Reimu?”
“Suuure, turn my request into making me sound desperate for company.” retorts the miko, sticking her tongue out playfully.
“Well, I've grown a liking to having someone sleeping under the same roof as me lately. You can admit you just like the company Reimu, not like I'll pick on you about it... I'm not Marisa or something, right?”
“I'll give you that much, you're certainly not Marisa. Want to just head up the shrine now, or would you like to grab a few things?”
“I'll meet you over by the path to the shrine? I think I'll grab some cooking ingredients and a few snacks, you're going to be hungry later, right?”
Reimu's face lights up as she grins, “Always hungry for some delicious Reina cooked food! I'll be waiting then, don't keep me waiting too long, you know how rude it is to keep a lady waiting!”
Taking a bite of the pocky stick, you frown as you study the Go board in front of you. Reimu had given you a crash course in playing the game and promised to go easy on you – which was still enough for her to constantly steamroll you in the game. Placing your stone down, you sigh as you watch the miko place her own stone down – making the effort to place it with a loud 'clack' – and you see as her strategy unfolds in front of you.
“I'm just no good at this game it seems.” you say with a sigh, finishing up the Pocky stick.
Clearing off the board and storing the stones away, Reimu merely chuckles, “Well you can't expect to get good at something overnight right? I haven't got to play Go in a while, or at least not without the stones mysteriously vanishing or being moved...”
Reimu's room was, surprisingly, rather non-descript and plain like the rest of the shrine. Aside from a dresser to store her clothes in, it was entirely bare. The miko had been happy to accept your request to unroll a futon in her room, and rather then simply go to bed right after a quick dinner the two of you had decided to stay up and pass the time, most recently by being beaten in a few games of Go.
Fishing about in the open Pocky box, you retrieve another stick of the candy before taking a bite of it. Reimu finishes storing the Go set aside, taking a seat on top of her futon.
“Reimu, you maybe want to swap some stories? I mean, I bet I have nothing interesting but well... I bet you have a whole lot of them.”
“Stories from the outside world? Probably not terribly interesting, but I guess I can tell you a story or two in exchange for that food! Let's see, what to tell, what to tell...” the miko rubs her chin thoughtfully, “well, since I guess you'll be going to Remilia's soon, I guess a story about her might not be too bad. Can't hurt to know more about one of your top customers, eh?”
“Going to warn me about what I shouldn't do in the home of a vampire, eh?” you reply, grinning.
“Something like that, yeah. I first met Remilia about, oh, I guess... well, some years ago anyway at least. The mansion had just suddenly shown up one day, but no one really paid it much mind. At least until some strange red mist, or was it a fog? Well, either way once that showed up, people started to take note. Of course, being the resident incident solver, it was going to have to be my job to figure out the whole mess. Marisa came along too, but I ended up losing her help around the time we found the library in the mansion, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
“So after finding out where the mansion was, and getting past a little youkai and Cirno, I ended up fighting the gatekeeper of the mansion, I'm sure you've met her right? I think her name was like...” Reimu frowns, “China, or something. Eh, probably isn't important anyway. After getting past her, me and Marisa got into the mansion itself, or more specifically Patchouli's library. As you may imagine, once we got past her I couldn't expect anymore help from Marisa when she was too busy raiding the book collection.
“I had to fight Sakuya next, that was certainly something with all that time control stuff, or whatever she wants to call it. Remilia I fought not too long after, and boy... that was sure a tough fight, probably the toughest I'd had in a long time back then. Of course, I won and found out the whole reason she had released that mist, or fog or whatever it was, was for purely selfish reasons – she just wanted to block the sun a bit, so she could go outside in the day. Being a vampire the sun kind of hurts her, but don't think she'll like die instantly or something like you outsiders believe, it just makes her kind of weak.”
Well, Reimu's stories were a bit lacking on the detail side. Certainly wasn't the best storyteller in the world, that's for sure.
“You shouldn't really worry about being in Remilia's mansion though. She's a vampire and all, but she's pretty nice really. Maybe a little spoiled, or bratty sometimes, but all in all pretty good. Just uhm, don't try going to explore the mansion too much on your own, aside from its size well... don't go in the basement.”
You cock your head to the side, “Why would I avoid the basement? Some kind of horrible, dark secret down there? A room filled of human corpses or something?”
“Er, well you see in the mansion's basement is Remilia's sister. She's ah, a bit...” the miko frowns, “in simple terms, she's a bit crazy. She's also immensely powerful and even when she just means to play, she could very easily accidentally rip you into meaty little ribbons. I'm not sure if Remilia will let her out for the party, she has a few times and keeps her under pretty close watch but, if she does just try to not get too close to her or let her touch you or anything.”
You nod your head, “I'll have to keep that in mind. Does Remilia's sister look like her at all?”
“No, not really. They have the same eye color, but that's really about it. Her name is Flandre, and she has blonde hair usually she has it up in this little side ponytail thing,” the miko does her best to use her own hair as an example, although you suspect it's too short, “wears a red and white dress. Has these odd wings with crystals dangling from them. She has a very distinct appearance.”
Despite Reimu insisting you didn't have too, you do your best to tell her a story of your own. Of course, your own stories pretty much just involve you doing some kind of work, so you aren't terribly surprised when the miko discreetly slides herself under the covers of her futon and slowly slips off to sleep when you got up to go change. Guess you couldn't really blame her, Reimu wasn't a great storyteller, but it wasn't like you had any interesting stories anyway...
Wiping your hands on the rag, you place the plate of food on the table – one practically overflowing with the pancakes, omelet and rice filling it. Reimu sure wanted to eat a big breakfast that's for sure, although you had to admit you were a bit envious of her ability to seemingly eat giant meals and not seem to gain a single ounce of fat. The miko had already begun to dig into her food as you placed your own meal on the table.
“Reimu, do you have anything planned for today?” you ask, cutting into your stack of pancakes.
“Nothing outside of the normal, why?”
“I was thinking of going to pay Marisa a visit, see if I couldn't get my tools and pens back. The pens are replaceable I suppose, but the tools on the other hand well... I doubt I'll find anyone in Gensokyo who can make them.”
The miko frowns, “Getting your belongings back from Marisa? You'll have a better chance of well... something outrageous. I've never seen her give back anything she's 'found', since she doesn't think she's taking anything from anyone. Merely that she is 'borrowing' it.”
“Well, it can't hurt to ask her can it? Maybe if worse comes to worse I'll just need you to distract her while I 'borrow' a few of my belongings back...” you tease with a grin.
“Stealing from a thief eh? Well, for your sake let's hope she's in an agreeable mood then. But sure, I'll go with you after breakfast, I'll drop you off at your house so you can get Genjii, then we'll head to Marisa's, alright?”
You nod your head in agreement and the two of you finish your breakfast without any important conversations coming up. After a quick flight home and rousing Genjii from his slumber, the two of you depart towards the Forest of Magic, Reimu giving you some pointers on flight along the way. From your vantage point in the sky it is child's play to locate the clearing that was Marisa's house, you could even see the one where Alice's house was.
“Oi! Is that... Genjii? It's been forever since I've seen ya old man!” exclaims Marisa, waving up at you from the ground, “I didn't think ya could've actually found 'im ze!”
“Well, Reimu and Aya did all the finding, I just did the recruiting I suppose.” you reply, stepping off Genjii's shell once he was low enough to the ground, “Out enjoying the fresh air Marisa? It's been a while.”
“Ah ya know how it is when you're busy and all ya know? It's nice ta see you though Reina! I guess you've been pretty busy from what I can see, and what brings you here Reimu?”
“I'm 'plan B'.” replies Reimu cooly, grinning mischievously,
“Eh? Plan B? Are you plottin' something against me Reina? I thought we were friends ze! Friends don't go plottin' against each other!” exclaimed the witch, pointing her finger at you accusingly.
“N-no! Of course not! I just wanted to ask for my stuff back, that's all.” you say hastily.
Marisa cocks her head to the side, “Eh? Your... stuff? What makes you think I have any of your things?”
“Well, for starters I think that's my pen tucked behind your ear there...” you say, pointing a finger at the witch's ear, “And I remember seeing them in your house when I was last here. They're rather distinct you know.”
The witch frowned, folding her arms across her chest, “I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout Reina. I think I'd remember if I went takin' any of your stuff!”
“You don't remember taking almost anything Marisa. Even when you are being chased by Patchouli in the library and danmaku is flying everywhere.” points out the miko, “I'm willing to believe Reina here.”
“Well I don't remember takin' anything! I can't give you back stuff if I don't remember havin' it.”
“Well, if you don't remember taking it would I be able to just find it myself then? I remember where it all is.”
Marisa frowns, “'Pose that won't mean any real harm... though how do I know you won't go takin' other stuff! I got a lot of valuable belongings in there!” the blonde sighs, shaking her head, “But I guess you'll just say I can trust ya, and I do Reina. Well, come on in and try not ta step on anythin', I think a few of the traps may be a bit outta order or somethin'...”
The witch ushers you and Reimu into the house (Genjii opting to remain outdoors) and you go about trying to locate your belongings. To your surprise, it seems the amount of clutter in Marisa's house has increased since last time, and you notice the door to her room/lab seems to have a glowing symbol on the door.
“So what have you been up ta Reina? Aside from the whole Genjii thing, anythin' interesting? Any luck uncoverin' anything about that grimoire of yours? You gotta have a story or two by now ze!”
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Passing time, passing time...:
[ ] What to tell Marisa? (write-in)
[ ] Has Marisa been doing grimoire research of her own?
[ ] Ask Marisa about... (write-in)
[ ] Other
o “Gensokyo” Grimoire
o Maps (Gensokyo and Human Village)
o Seeds from Yuuka
o Bridal Set from Remilia
o Apprentice Sign: Treasure Box of Memories
o Mishap Sign: For the Want of a Nail