Metaflare 2013/08/02 (Fri) 02:28 No. 172536 ▼
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(Oh, right, I'm supposed to be writing this thing.)
I close the Chronicles with a snap. "Actually, I have a better idea." Wakasagi merely raises an eyebrow in response. "Let's go to Makai."
"C'mon, it'll be fun! Realm of demons and whatnot! It'll be like Halloween, but with less candy."
She shakes her head. "Okay, two things. One: You're crazy. Two: How would we even get there? The only way there was a cave near the Hakurei Shrine, which Reimu sealed up when she was a kid. Twice."
I give her the puppy eyes. "Waka, you're always the latest on gossip. You've gotta know some sort of workaround."
She bites her lip in thought. "Well...There is one thing..." She shakes her head. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow, you tired me out and I want a nap."
"Yeah, sex can do that. Hey, be careful there, if your face heats up any more you'll fry yourself."
Wakasagi and I stand (well, she's floating) in front of the open gates of the Myouren Temple. "Are you sure this thing can fly?"
She nods. "Yeah, I saw it myself a couple years back. It was rebuilt into this temple when the head monk was rescued from Makai."
I simply nod in acknowledgement and proceed to walk through the gates, Wakasagi right behind me. The courtyard is simple; flat with few shrubs and trees for decoration. Several stone lanterns line the walkway to the temple itself. Sitting next to one of these lanterns is a woman (and holy shit is she a woman!) wearing a black and white dress, matching boots, and a wide straw hat concealing most of her face. She looks like she's meditating.
Can't have that now, can we?
"Hey lady," I say, poking her knee lightly with a talon, "stop doing whatever it is you're doing and answer some questions I got." Wakasagi glares at me, as if waiting for something. "...Please." The glare lifts.
The woman tilts her head up to look at me and holy fuck. If the fish princess wasn't right here I'd tap this chick harder than some sort of metaphor. Her face is very feminine, prominent lips and large eyelashes. Her waist-length gradient purple/dusty-blonde frames her face perfectly and-
"Are you alright, miss? You're drooling. Oh, you're not too hungry, are you? I have some food in the storehouse, be right back!" The woman with the angelic voice stands up (jeez, she's almost six feet!) and quickly runs off.
"...Midori." Wakasagi demands my attention. I turn to her and see an angry stare. "I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking."
Right. In a relationship. "Um...Sorry, Waka. I love ya, but I can't help but look! I appreciate beauty in all forms, and damn she was a work of art!" Glaring intensifies. "But don't worry, we're here strictly for business. I'll try to reign in my raging lady-boner."
She glares at me for a moment longer before a smirk crosses her face. "Such a way with words."
"It's a gift."
The woman from before is running back to us, bowls of food in each hand. "Now, while this may be a pro-youkai temple," she starts as she hands us the bowls, "we're not a charity. This is a one time thing, right?" Ohh, bacon! "Regardless, you said you had questions? As the head monk of Myouren Temple, I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability. Oh, I'm Byakuren, by the way."
We introduce ourselves as we stuff ourselves with food (well, I am. Wakasagi is being dainty as usual). After I'm done, I hand the bowl back to Byakuren. "Well we were wondering-"
"She was wondering." Wakasagi interrupts between bites. "I'm just along for the ride."
"...I was wondering if you could take us to Makai."
The monk blinks. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"You heard me."
"Miss Midori, this is a Buddhist temple. Nothing here could take you to Makai."
"Yet the grapevine says that this used to be a boat capable of doing just that."
She winces. Obviously she wanted that fact to be a secret. "Even still, it's a temple now. We had to ask the gods of the mountain to make this temple. We can't just turn it back into a boat on a whim."
Wakasagi hands her finished bowl to Byakuren. "Then how does the ghost still exist?"
"Captain Murasa. The Ghost of the Shipwreck. She needs a boat to be attached to so she can still be anchored to this world, right? If what I've read is correct, it was her power that let the boat travel to Makai. Combine these two facts, and we reach one of two conclusions. One: this temple can, indeed, transform back into a boat at your whim. Or, two: you have another boat for her to haunt."
Byakuren gazes at the two of us for a moment before asking, "Why do you want to go to Makai in the first place. Not you," she stops Wakasagi from answering, "...you." She points at me.
Didn't think this far.
 (Come up with a plausible reason for going to Makai.)