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[x] ...Nnnnno? Continue with escaping.
-[x] Ask nicely.
-[x] Compliment anchor. It is very large.
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"No, I think I'm good. Thanks for asking, though."
The ghost you honestly don't know what to describe as gives you an odd look. "You're... welcome???"
Giving her pleading puppy eyes, you ask, "Pretty please with, uhh..." You look her over, adding, "...overkill amounts of stylish and less stylish accessories on top can you let me go?"
Guffawing, the ghostly... fancy whatever compliments, "Well, that's fine!" Just as you smile, she adds, "Of course, I'm not letting you go far if you try. I've got my orders, y'see. Orders that DON'T involve GOING AGAINST THEM!" You take a reflexive step back from her. "But sure! You can go!" Her big smile quickly twists into a fairly threatening one. "But if you leave my sight, I'm using my ANCHOR as a goddamned GRAPPLING HOOK on your FACE!" Once more you take a step back.
Swallowing down her words, you decide that it's time for flirting. After all, it's always time for flirting, as it always makes thing better. "I like your anchor. It's big, and probably sticks in the ground really well. Looks heavy."
She grins bigger than you think is physically possible. "Thanks, kid! The thing crushed me to death!"
You flinch in shock. "O-ohh."
"So don't do anything that makes me have to give you a live demo, alright?" That grin takes an intimidating edge.
"...O-okay...?" You're not sure if you want to try flirting with her anymore. She's a little scary... Even Sam has taken the path of turtles, in that she's hiding in your sleeve. "Umm..." You rub your side for lack of an arm. "Why was I in prison?"
The maybe sailor gives you an odd look. "Well, seemed like a good place to stick ya! The queen wants an audience with ya for peace talks. Thinks you might actually not be an asshole! Imagine that!"
You wince at her swearing. "Peace?"
"Yeah! Bigger fish to fry, even if I'd REALLY LOVE to FRY YOU!" You flinch, taking another step. "So, let's go!"
...Is she bipolar, or just PMSing?? ...Do ghosts do that...? "Uhh... s-sure." Seriously, you feel like she'll crush you if you do anything wrong!
"Good! Now, c'mon!" She floats through a wall, and you blink.
"I SAID COME ON!" She proceeds to yank you through coldcoldcoldHOLYCRAPISTHATCO and you're safe.
"Sorry, I, uhh... just don't think I can pass through walls is all."
Snorting, she advises, "Then knock 'em down or something?"
You give her a flat look, as even you aren't that crazy. "No."
"Suit yourself." She proceeds to give a shrug.
With that, the two of you march in silence down the halls. You think things may be brighter, but you aren't sure. Either way, light casts a shadow from the side, and the ice halls sparkle like an aurora. Pillars line the great path, and, looking to the top of them, you see that the ceiling is like looking to the arctic sky.
...How could Grandma have done all this if she's seen such a sight? From the sound of things, they were friendly. Mom was friendly. Maybe not this ghost, but she's probably just off her meds. You know pretty well how that feels. ...Do ghosts even take meds?
Did she really kill your best Mom, Satori? Did she kill her best friend, Rika? Did she kill everyone? From what you heard, you wonder. You heard that she didn't kill Rumia after all.
You let out a sigh, wondering what the term monster truly means, and if humanity were the true monsters all along. These monsters were done in by a single child? That such a thing is even possible... you fear for their lives. You feel safe compared to how they must fear your kind. You aren't even sure how they got down here, but... you have a feeling it's pretty obvious. If they aren't here by choice, and there's talk of a barrier... They spoke of your new arm probably letting you through it, but the implications make you worried.
As you walk along the crystalline path, you ask, "Umm... Miss?"
"Miss Murasa, umm—"
"Captain Murasa, if anything."
Well, that doesn't lend itself to easily using. "Murasa, umm... Why am I being seen by the queen?" And isn't she dead? ...Maybe she's a skeleton? Or a new queen...
"Because you're a bit less of a dick than your mom was, and a lot less of a madman than your granny." At your shocked look, she says, "What? The lot of you really have similar taste in fashion. It's damn obvious to anyone that's seen the lot. You may not have the hat, but you have the same look in your eye, and similar clothes. The same goddamned Determination..."
Wait... "You knew my mom?"
"You didn't?" Your silence answers the question in spades. "Ahh. Guess not, then. She's a bitch when you make her angry."
Waitwaitwait... "She's? As in she is?"
"What are you, some kind of grammar na—"
"Is she alive??"
The ghost snorts. "I guess?"
"Where is she?!" Your mother might be alive?!
"Hell if I know. Haven't seen her in forever. Something like 15 years?"
"Ohh..." You turn your eyes downcast. "I just thought I might get to maybe meet her for a second."
Sighing grandly, the captain says, "Maybe the queen could help with that, if you help her. At least you don't seem to kill people. Good to see the demon child's been flushed out of the system."
Demon child? "...Grandma?"
"Yeah. Grandma." Snorting, she points her anchor forward. "Anyways, go on. The queen awaits."
You look to the front of you, finding a familiar fairy. "Heya. Long time no see. Shall we?" She's in not so familiar dress. Armored from the neck down in crystal. It might possibly be to avoid the issue of dying to your gaze, but you aren't sure. "Well? C'mon. Let's go meet the queen."
You weakly wave to the bipolar ghost, heading on with the one that killed Hourai. "What's she like?"
"To be frank, kid? Depressed as all heck."
"Ohh." You feel a little sorry for her.
Trudging up some stairs, she continues, "Lemme tell you a bit of a story. A story from when I was just a little fairy." She pulls a helmet from the wall, placing it on her head. Why, you aren't sure. "Long ago, humans and monsters were at peace. A child was had between a monster and a human, and everything was great." She lets out a sigh of frosty air. "But something went wrong. Nobody knows why, but the monster's sister, well... she butched the kid. Ripped him limb from limb." Why does this sound familiar somehow. "Nobody knows why she did it, not even her. But, well... it was enough. The humans weren't happy. The monsters weren't happy. ...War was inevitable." Sighing once more, she adds, "But things are never so black and white in war. The humans had allies, whereas monsters were simply many small kingdoms united under one. That third party — the Lunarians — saw that humans and monsters were in for a long war ahead of them. And, while they didn't much like humans, they saw monsters as something even worse. They saw that single death as murder not of a neutral party, but of a human."
"What's a Lunarian?"
"More often than not, an asshole."
"Anyways, long story short? Lunarians are way too strong to do much against." Cirno pushes open a pair of crystal doors at the apex of the climb, and you find an empty throne room before you, with an equally empty throne. "Now, monsters didn't stand a chance, so the Queen didn't resist at all. She ordered compliance. She ordered us to only defend ourselves if in danger." She begins heading for the throne. "The war was over before there even was a battle. The victors took their spoils, and sent us here. Gathered every kingdom, and made a great barrier over Japan. Gensoukyou was born: a land of illusions."
She sits down on the throne, sighing. "The Land of Illusionary Freedom, where we have our freedom for a given meaning. But, even so, the people weren't satisfied."
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[ ] Ask about...
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] Grandma.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] Why you were brought here.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] The one that started it all.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] How you came to this place.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] The satisfaction of the people.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] Queen Whiterock.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] Mari.
-[ ] Mom.
-[ ] Write-in.