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200500No. 200500
He stared blankly ahead without a care in the world, waiting to be acknowledged. Yes, something inside him knew that that was unusual. Maybe even wrong on some level. That didn’t matter, however. Even if he had tried to whip himself up into a less static state he had no idea what else he could be doing. It wasn’t like anything around him looked familiar at all. Not to mention—most importantly—it would be rude not to have some tea.

“There we go,” Yuyuko said with a perfectly courteous smile as she made sure every last drop of tea made it safely from the teapot to the cup. Had he not been so out of it, the man might have complimented her on her preternatural grace; nary a movement she made seemed sudden or unnecessary. He stared at the contents of the cup quietly, thinking little as the steam rose gently and his host sat across the table from him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, finding the sound of his own voice somewhat unfamiliar. It was a good voice, mind. Lower on the tenor range with a quiet dignity to it that made people stop and pay attention subconsciously. Not that he was aware of it at that point. After all, he couldn’t even remember his own name.

“Please help yourself to a snack if you like,” the host motioned towards a small tray full of sweets. They looked pretty good but he wasn’t very interested.

Instead, he politely declined and reached for his cup. The tea smelled really good, unlike anything he had experienced before. It smelled of springtime and the delicate aroma of flowers. The taste mirrored that assessment, he found, as he let the first few drops of liquid sit on his tongue for a few moments before swallowing. “This is really good tea,” he said with a nod, feeling a warmth spreading quickly through his body.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s been a struggle to get Youmu to learn how to make it just right. That girl can be so hopeless when it comes to the simplest of things...” Yuyuko lamented with a good-natured look in her eyes.

“She’s done a good job,” the man said after taking another sip. “I feel like I’ve been revived by this tea.”

Yuyuko giggled, her youthful presence striking the man as effortlessly beautiful. She took a sip of the tea as well, a delightfully coy twinkle in her eyes rousing greater curiosity.

“Did I say something odd?” the man asked, feeling an increasing rush of feeling in his body and mind. He couldn’t remember what he had been doing just a few minutes ago and now suddenly it felt like he couldn’t help but to take everything in at length. The traditional décor in the room, the calm stillness that came in from an open door and courtyard beyond, the light blue of Yuyuko’s kimono that contrasted well with her cherry-blossom-colored hair and soft features—he felt very mindful of it all.

“It’s just that you’re not very far off the mark,” Yuyuko explained, “in a sense you were revived by that tea. Not just the tea but that was a pretty good dramatic flair at the end of it all.”

“I don’t really understand...” he said, furrowing his brow.

“You’re dead,” she said rather matter-of-factly. There was a levity in her tone that seemed a touch inappropriate.

“I feel pretty alive,” he countered. But then again, who wouldn’t in his place? As far as he could tell he could taste things normally, he was breathing and… if that dull thump in his chest was what he thought it was then his heart was also in working order.

“Hmm, I’m not sure there’s a quick way of convincing you,” she said as she took a long sip from her tea. After a moment, she posed a question, “Do you know where you are?”

He looked around but found that the sitting room offered no clues. Not even the scrumptious little snacks were keen to offer much in the way of explanation. “Actually, now that you mention it, I don’t know where I am,” he conceded.

“You’re in the Netherworld,” Yuyuko said, “a place for various types of spirits.”

“Ah, that explains the phantoms that have been floating around you every now and again,” he nodded, accepting the ludicrous instantly. “I would have said something about them earlier, but I thought it might be rude to do so.”

“Ah, you’re very polite,” Yuyuko smiled, “I like that about you. In case it isn’t clear, I’m a ghost.”

“You’re not exactly what I imagined a ghost might look like, I hope you don’t mind me saying,” he said, feeling sheepish.

“Ghosts are people too,” she said, “...of sorts anyway. There’s all kinds of youkai at any rate.”

“So am I a ghost as well?” he asked the obvious.

“Yes and no,” she stated.

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re dead but also alive in a way. Not like a zombie or anything but more than just a simple spirit that you see around in the Netherworld. Your body is very much the body you had before… or so I’m told,” Yuyuko explained calmly.

“Or so you’re told?”

“Listen, your situation is special,” she reached out across the table to take his hand. Ghost or not, it felt warm to the touch. She continued, “I am only dealing with your ghostly nature because of my abilities. But there’s some things I don’t fully understand myself.”

“Abilities?”

“I can deal well with spirits, let’s just say,” she winked at him, let go of his hand and gobbled up one of the delicate snacks on the tray. Though it wasn’t a very elegant thing to do she still managed to make it look relatively lady-like.

“Why deal with me? I suppose I’m thankful that I’m alive… sort of, but you probably don’t offer tea and snacks to every ghost you meet,” he reasoned. It was a fairly sound question though it accepted her premise and the other absurdities a little too readily.

“Ah, well, yes,” Yuyuko nodded, “it helps that you’re perceptive. I want you to do me a favor.”

“What sort of favor?” he asked, finally giving in and trying one of the small sweets on the tray. It turned out to be less sweet than it looked which was a good thing because anything too sweat would have overwhelmed the flavor of the tea by contrast.

“I need you to manage a group of people. Get them together and have them working towards a common goal,” she explained. She punctuated her sentences by taking a nibble from a snack without hesitating. In a way, it was an impressive ability.

“What sort of goal?” he asked.

“Baby steps,” she said with a sly smile, “you’ll get overwhelmed if you bite off more than you can chew.”

Yuyuko then proceeded to take a bite of a snack that most betting men would wager she could not chew. They would have lost as the ghost seemed more than capable of dealing with large mouthfuls of food.

“...” he watched silently as she washed down the mouthful with a comparatively small sip of tea.

“...at any rate,” Yuyuko said, “I’m going to give you written instructions so you don’t get sidetracked by opinionated villagers or deceptive temple folk.”

“Is that really a big threat?” he asked, not really picturing the sort of scenario she meant.

“No, not really. This first part should be pretty straightforward,” she said, sliding over a small envelope across the table. It was labeled “For your Eyes Only” and had a cartoonish big-headed version of Yuyuko drawn with a finger raised to her lips under the text.

He raised an eyebrow and then asked what everyone ought to ask in a scenario like that, “what’s in it for me? Can’t I just say no?”

“Oh, yes, you’re totally free to decline,” Yuyuko said with a polite smile. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything if you say no but be warned that you may spontaneously go back to being dead. Well, more dead than you already are.”

“...it’s hard not to interpret that as a threat,” he said with a polite smile of his own.

“It’s not, I assure you!” she laughed and shook her head, “I’m just saying that what has been done to have you here isn’t very permanent.”

“I suppose I’ll just have to take your word for it,” he shrugged.

“Well, if you do help out, we’ll see about making you permanently alive again. It should be possible, I’m told,” she outlined the reward.

“I don’t mean to be rude but that doesn’t sound very convincing,” he frowned. What constituted life and what constituted death was very academic when one couldn’t remember either state very well. All he had to go on was his now and that was a very dubious foundation.

Still, he didn’t really have much of a choice. Without real memories or much of an idea of what else he could do, or whether or not he could just suddenly die again, he was otherwise adrift. A troubled look clouded his dark eyes and he found a little solace running his fingers through his mid-sized fluff of chin hairs. That seemed to be something that he recalled doing a lot though under what circumstances he could not say.

“Look into your heart and I know you’ll accept,” Yuyuko said softly. They both knew that he would accept. There was nothing else he could do. What was unclear, however, would be how he would react to her next proposition. With a look so sultry that it could melt a glacier, she made a direct proposition, “I do wish to remind you of how nice it feels to have a body. If you like, just say the word and we’ll have some fun together.”

That was a bold promise that he was certain she would do her best to keep. Her smile was one of a woman who knew exactly what a man enjoyed the most.

And thus he dithered, the curse of those newly reborn.

[] He appreciated the kind reminder.
[] The tea proved to be enough kindness.
Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/02(Sat)09:30




Hullo, this is the story I’ve decided to start up this year for NaNoWriMo. It’s an adventure with faces both familiar and new. It will strive for daily updates as is the case whenever I write one of these and it’s meant to be fast and loose. I hope you enjoy it.
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>>No. 200501
[x] He appreciated the kind reminder.
Y-You too.
>>No. 200502
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.
HANDS OFF THOT
>>No. 200503
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.
I will see at least a Youmu kissu this nanowrimo if I have to violently votespam to have it.
>>No. 200504
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.

Yuyuko + offer of sex = normal end.

People have forgotten and moved on. Not me. Never.

The salt flows eternal.


...I'm not against some Prismriver fun though.
>>No. 200505
>>200504
>>200503
Don't think in terms of routes because I don't and will mock those who do. Take the options at face value, I'm not playing 3d chess. It's like when I started my Kagerou story last year and people thought that voting between ears and tail was something greater than just literally that. There's also a reason why this isn't in /border/ and in general you shouldn't think about characters that haven't shown up because there is no guarantee that they will and if they do that choices not involving them will have any sort of long term impact on them.

If you disregard all that you're going to have a bad time and I'll just be laughing at you every step of the way.
>>No. 200506
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.

Turn 360 degrees and walk away.
>>No. 200507
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.

Yuyuko just doesn't do anything for me anymore. Not after The Great Tragedy that was mentioned earlier in the thread and thus doesn't bear repeating.
>>No. 200508
[x] He appreciated the kind reminder.

tiddy
>>No. 200509
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.
>>No. 200512
[X] He appreciated the kind reminder.

I'll have hope.
>>No. 200514
[x] He appreciated the kind reminder.

Tide, piss, etcetera.
>>No. 200516
[X] The tea proved to be enough kindness.

A job huh? Wonder what that could be.
>>No. 200517
[x] The tea proved to be enough kindness.

Baseless assumptions and past stories aside, I’m just not a big Yuyuko fan, personally.
>>No. 200518
[X] The tea proved to be enough kindness
i like yu, but this seems like THOT behavior
>>No. 200522
[X] He appreciated the kind reminder.
>>No. 200523
[X] He appreciated the kind reminder.

~Food glorious, FOOOD!~
>>No. 200524
[x] He appreciated the kind reminder.
I don't mind taking an advance on things.
>>No. 200525
[X] He appreciated the kind reminder.

I'll bite the hook I guess.
>>No. 200526
[Z] He appreciated the kind reminder
Sure
>>No. 200531
Since it's a tie, flipping a digital coin and writing now.
Coin flip: heads!
>>No. 200533
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200533
The words got stuck in his throat. Try as he might, he couldn’t manage even the slightest of sounds. It was pathetic. He grasped his tea cup firmly but found that he couldn’t feel any more warmth against his fingertips. Indeed, he couldn’t feel much of anything. He knew that there was a disconnect between what he ought to feel and his incapacity to know what exactly that was supposed to be. On the verge of tears, an involuntary sigh finally escaped his throat.

Yuyuko looked on patiently; her desire revealed itself more nuanced with a nearly divine sense of compassion coloring her dark eyes. Out of respect, she said nothing, knowing that her actions would help solve the puzzle for him. With immeasurable grace she moved next to him and sat down. Her hands reached for his again and gently guided the still-hot cup back onto the table. She felt the heat that he couldn’t but said nothing of the discomfort it caused.

He relaxed and became as soft clay to her touch. As she took his hand into her own, a long-forgotten wet sensation began to stain the area around his eyes. Seeing the formative tears, Yuyuko whispered a kindness to him and gently guided his head down to her lap. There it would lay for a while with nearly-forgotten thoughts becoming effervescent in his mind. She ran her fingers now gently through his hair, helping a lot of what was repressed to simmer.

“Shinji,” she continued her reminder, conjuring up a lost identity, “you can take your time if you like, but you musn’t be afraid of what might happen.”

“I’m not afraid,” Shinji replied with a banal lie. There may have been a time where he might have said as much out of pride—his reply then was one of innocence, one of someone who did not understand the expectations that even he had for himself. In the confusion of feelings and thought all that he could say for sure was that he was completely surrendered to her delicate touch.

Yuyuko laughed softly at his child-like contradictions. It was at this point that he once again became aware of feeling and felt her warmth keenly. She stopped massaging his head but lost no time spreading the joy of feeling to the rest of him. He remained pliant in her care as she massaged neck, shoulders and more.

As Shinji became increasingly aware of himself and his emotions, he began to feel something not unlike guilt. The reminder brought also with it sensations that were not entirely positive. Yuyuko had been speaking for a while, telling him an old story with an old ending. He had not been listening properly, incapable of concentrating on much other than himself. There was little he could do about it but mouth a silent apology and shamelessly hope that he would be automatically forgiven.

“You are capable of more, but you must find your own pacing,” Yuyuko’s latest words cut through the self-absorbed steam that was his mind.

“What do you mean?” he found himself speaking again, the physicality of his body once again becoming prominent. Yuyuko had stopped playing around with him.

“Exactly what it means, silly!” she laughed softly, offering a far less serious response than what he would have liked. “How you carry on is up to you. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be glad to help out more.”

“Why?” he sat up and stared right at her face. The immaculate lady had morphed into something altogether different: a young girl with the brightest and most carefree of smiles. There was much that he had not been able to process yet and found his selfish lack of satiety turning into a silly remark, “I don’t understand anything at all.”

“It’s not always possible to figure everything out at once. At least in a way that you might like,” Yuyuko said, “I tell Youmu as much all the time.”

“But… what you-” he wanted to say that he hoped that she was the key to all those things that still remained forgotten and suppressed within himself. He could not bring himself to be that brazen. Not after his miraculous revival.

She placed a hand dotingly on his cheek and rubbed it gently, lovingly. “Have you noticed that you stopped crying?” she asked.

“So I have,” Shinji replied, noticing something so basic for the first time. “Thank you,” he said.

“Have a sweet,” she brushed off the thanks like she had done nothing at all.

Lady Yuyuko,” he smiled at her, incapable of thinking of tea or snacks anymore.

“Oh dear, why so formal?” she fiddled with the sleeve of her kimono in a coy fashion, looking like she hoped to divert attention from her soothingly familiar presence.

“I can’t express myself any better, my apologies,” he shook his head. The possibility hadn’t crossed his mind at all beforehand and it took both of them by surprise; he reached out towards her, mirroring her earlier caress. It didn’t end there and he found himself leaning in closer, another perfume becoming intimately registered in his memory. He pressed his lips against hers, softly, an act devoid of any motivation other than gratitude. The peck lasted only for an instant and he pulled away quickly, lest he become as clay again.

“Oh my, oh my~” Yuyuko vocalized softly. She acted modestly and looked on ahead, avoiding looking directly at his penetrating gaze. He knew that despite his lack of ability to put what he felt that that gesture had conveyed his affectionate gratitude well. There was something beyond that that he knew was possible but he was still incapable of understanding or expressing.

Wordlessly, they both leaned onto one another, shoulder to shoulder. An indeterminate amount of time passed. It seemed like they could well spend the rest of eternity just like that—a private joy that did not have to pretend to be anything lesser nor greater than what it was. Unfortunately, time waited for no one, not even ghosts.

“Lady Yuyuko,” a third party ultimately shattered the quiet moment. A girl in green had come into the room and meekly dared to make her presence known. It was Youmu, evidently. Shinji knew who she was just as he had known who Yuyuko had been without a word of introduction being needed. With her shoulder-length silver hair and black ribbon she carried with her an energy that was more forceful than the calm Yuyuko.

“Ah, Youmu, have you brought more snacks?” Yuyuko gently separated herself from him, facing the newcomer with a bright smile.

“There’s still some left on the tray,” Youmu pointed out, “but no, it’s not that.”

“Ah, of course, silly me!” Yuyuko grabbed one of the remaining snacks and wolfed it down in record time. She seemed to enjoy every moment of it, chewing contentedly. It looked like Youmu wanted to frown at that sight and struggled to keep a more neutral expression. Likewise, she struggled to not show that she was interested in him as she tried her best to keep her light-colored eyes from straying.

“Lady Yuyuko...” Youmu began again, “you said you needed me after I finished my chores for the day.”

“Oh yes, I did say something like that, I think,” Yuyuko said in a carefree manner, not really quick to answer. She seemed to enjoy having Youmu stand at a tense state of attention while she grabbed yet another snack. “Are you sure you don’t want another?” she turned to ask me. Biting off half of a small cracker, she then pushed it towards me, giggling, “Say ahhh~”

“Ahh~” I did as I was told, a feeling of primal happiness compelling me. I chewed happily as Youmu looked increasingly frustrated.

“Lady-” Youmu tried yet again.

She was interrupted by Yuyuko who waved a hand at her, stating, “yes, yes, I know. I haven’t forgotten. You need to learn patience, Youmu. Knowing how to enjoy the moment is important.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder in the future,” Youmu lowered her head.

“See that you do,” Yuyuko skirted the line between scolding and friendly reminder. “You’ll have to try very hard for the foreseeable future.”

“What do you mean?” Youmu asked.

“You’re going to be in this man’s care for a while,” Yuyuko delivered the news calmly, “he’s off to do an important mission for me and you are to assist him however you are able.”

“Eh? Why?” Youmu reacted with surprise. Her shoulders drooped and betrayed how she really felt. Even as she attempted to sound unaffected, the quick glances she stole in Shinji’s direction gave her away. “This sort of thing is very sudden. Why couldn’t I do whatever you need by myself?”

“Think of it as part of your training,” Yuyuko said without offering any more details. She smiled at Youmu warmly but that only seemed to frustrated the latter more. The spectral blob that had been otherwise floating passively behind her began twitching anxiously. Youmu looked ready to raise another objection but Yuyuko cut her off, adding, “please wait outside, I wish to have a private word before you set off.”

Youmu couldn’t ignore a direct command like that and nodded an uneasy acknowledgement before withdrawing. Yuyuko waited another moment before saying anything else.

“Act as I would in getting her to obey,” Yuyuko said to him, resting on her hands and reclining a little. “She’s a good girl, just young and headstrong. If I know her, she’ll need some convincing before you set out. First impressions matter a lot.”

“...I’ll try my best,” Shinji answered, feeling swept up by the course of events. Instead of worry, he felt excitement; there was a feeling like if he was coming back to a hobby or sport that he enjoyed but hadn’t practiced in a while.

“That’s the spirit,” Yuyuko nodded approvingly. She gently straightened out his collar and patted down parts of his clothes that had gotten crumpled. Once done, she gave him a final reminder, “I’ll be waiting for you once you finish the first part. I hope we can have a lot more fun together.”

Shinji stood up, finding that a proper goodbye felt unnecessary. Both of them knew better than to say something superfluous. He left the room holding the envelope and with an intoxicating sense of purpose. Youmu stood in the hallway with her arms crossed, looking towards the door—and him—with unvarnished skepticism.

An introduction was in order.

[] As advised, a familiar attitude was called for.
[] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.
>>No. 200534
Forgot the timer
Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/03(Sun)09:30

>>No. 200535
[X] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well
>>No. 200536
[x] As advised, a familiar attitude was called for.

Why all the gloom?
>>No. 200538
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.
Whatever.
>>No. 200539
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.
so like a youmu
>>No. 200540
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.

Fight dork with dork.
>>No. 200541
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.

I don't really get the "As advised" part of the first choice. How am I supposed to know how Yuyuko would get Youmu to obey? I don't know these people.
And why would being familiar with her have anything to do with it? Youmu obeys Yuyuko because that's her entire job description, not because of how the latter acts, right? I don't get it.

Youmu isn't happy about this, but she's very serious about work, so I think trying to be 'professional' and seem eager to get to the job at first will work better. Reminds her it's Yuyuko's orders and all that, rather than trying to be friendly right away.

That can come later.
>>No. 200542
>>200541

Treating people like a close friend from the moment you meet them has always been the go-to standard for me. It helps eliminate the feeling of exclusion that sometimes prevents introverts from making friends.

[x] As advised, a familiar attitude was called for.
>>No. 200545
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.
>>No. 200546
[x] As advised, a familiar attitude was called for.

Fair enough
>>No. 200558
[x] A blunt and more neutral approach would work well.
>>No. 200562
[x] As advised, a familiar attitude was called for.
I don't know if getting all chummy is the right approach but I figure there's less for her to have to read into.
>>No. 200575
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200575
He ignored the questioning stare as he introduced himself, “My name is Shinji, we will be working together for a while.”

The girl in green nodded. Though there was clearly much that she would have rather have said instead, she returned the introduction with a brief one of her own. “I’m Youmu,” she said, “I will do my best to assist you.”

“We should try to waste as little time as possible,” he said dryly. He could have dressed that statement up in any manner of ways but he wasn’t looking to be persuasive. Had he been, he may well have struggled as much of his mind was still a disconnected mess; there was little in way of connection between particular ideas, feelings and memories. The only thing that was truly clear to him was that he wished to help Yuyuko however he could.

“I need a moment to gather my things,” Youmu said after staring right at him for a moment. She seemed to be trying to size him up but found very little to work with. It would be obvious to all but the most dull of minds that she wondered about his sudden appearance and his relationship to her mistress. Lady Yuyuko was often frustratingly hard to read and even after years together she struggled to understand what it was what she meant with her words and decisions. It was easier for Youmu to fly off on her own and worry about the consequences later than it was for her to follow her advice.

Shinji followed Youmu down the hallway. He gave her some space and let her enter what he assumed was her quarters alone. The very traditional building was called Hakugyokurou, he somehow knew as much. It wasn’t exactly a grand manor but the mostly-wooden structure was spotless and had a quiet aged dignity to it. He wasn’t very curious about how the place came to be nor who else may have lived there but, had he been, he may not have learned much regardless—Youmu knew little and Yuyuko would share even less.

When Youmu emerged from her room, she had added a pair of sheathed swords to her person. Both blades were strapped to her back; one was almost as long as she was tall and the other only a little longer than her arm. She moved unencumbered by the burden and bid him to follow her. He did as asked, finding that the phantom that was always with the girl seemed to occasionally stop and turn to make sure he really was following.

He didn’t make much of either girl or phantom, his thoughts straying elsewhere. They emerged beyond a courtyard and finally outside the building to a quiet, windy landscape. Some trees clung stubbornly to their leaves but most had succumbed to the autumnal pressures and were virtually bare. Mountains loomed off in the distance and the whole scene felt somehow nostalgically calm. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of cool air filling his lungs.

They had continued to walk away from Hakugyoukurou for several minutes before the girl stopped suddenly. She turned to face him with a scrutinizing gaze. “Where are we going?” she asked something that ought to have been asked as soon as she was told to assist him.

Shinji wondered the same. He had no clue what he was supposed to be doing. Exactly, that is. Of course he remembered that he was supposed to manage people and to follow what the letter said. Yes, that was the answer—the letter. He had put it away into a pocket and now took it out again to open and read its contents.

“You don’t know, do you?” Youmu frowned at the obvious signs of ignorance. Impatience boiled over and became something increasingly ugly.

“This letter explains it all,” he said without picking up on her discontent. He was concentrated on finding out more about his mission.

“You can stay here,” Youmu stated as less of a suggestion but more of a command. Her faith in him was nil. While perhaps that would have been well-justified had she known what she would set out to do in the next few days and with whom, her reasons for taking a hard line then were far more trivial. In other words, she didn’t trust him and felt that Lady Yuyuko had once again overlooked her talents. She didn’t need a chaperone. After all, there was virtually nothing that she and her blades couldn’t handle.

He finished reading the letter and finally noticed the heavy atmosphere that had been developing. With an innocence that would have made Yuyuko smile, he asked the frowning girl, “Is there something on your mind?”

“Just tell me where we’re supposed to be going!” she snapped. “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”

“Oh, I agree,” he nodded, not really understanding why she was being short with him. “We should hurry along, don’t you think?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” she didn’t quite know how to express herself. Instead of coming up with a reasoned argument—of which there were many—she instead stooped to something rather childish. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner you can get back to spending time together with Lady Yuyuko,” she spat out.

“...I’m sorry, are you jealous?” Shinji asked straight out, eschewing tact. He meant to simply probe and discern the truth, not aggravate her further. Still, that was the very predictable effect of his words.

Youmu huffed in disbelief, the phantom part of her shaking at him in an accusatory manner. Together they summed up to deflection. She was incapable of an actual answer as she was becoming increasingly hardened towards processing her emotions appropriately. “What do you have to offer, anyhow?” she asked something that he couldn’t really answer.

“I’ve been entrusted to do this and I will do my best to carry out Lady Yuyuko’s request,” he provided an explanation that was obviously unsatisfactory to a heated head.

“You don’t seem to know much. Do you know where you have to go? Do you even know where you are? Can you fight someone if you need to?” she asked a flurry of questions, not really expecting an answer.

“With you there to help, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he replied. That may have been the truth, and sort of what Yuyuko intended but that wasn’t an answer Youmu could live with.

A few spirits had begun to gather around them, sensing something out of the ordinary. They were used to seeing Youmu up and about, tending to chores and training but they were less accustomed to seeing her confront someone else. Yes, she had fought people who had entered the Netherworld in the past but this felt different. The stranger she was getting worked up over seemed oblivious to her more impulsive instincts.

“I have to do solve things by myself as usual,” she mumbled to herself, taking up an aggressive stance. Shinji found himself taking a few steps back due to some half-forgotten instinct. “If you can’t survive getting cut a little bit, then you can’t really be very useful,” she said something frightful. Not to mention rather rude.

“You want to fight me?” he asked without emotion. He just wanted to make sure.

“I’m pretty strong so I just want to make sure you aren’t weak,” she smirked in a display of potent self-satisfaction. That clearly wasn’t the reason why she was confronting him but it was the reason she attempted to use to justify her actions to both herself and the world. Her eyes narrowed. She would make the first move without hesitation but was giving him a moment to prepare himself.

[] He would meet her on her own terms as a sign of good faith.
[] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/04(Mon)10:40

>>No. 200576
[x] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.
Nah.
>>No. 200577
[x] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.
>>No. 200578
[x] He would meet her on her own terms as a sign of good faith.
>>No. 200579
[x] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.
>>No. 200582
[x] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.

Stooping down to the dork's level is not conductive to later teasing.
>>No. 200587
[X] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.
are we a squishy pseudo-ghost?
>>No. 200590
[x] She could lash out but a fight would not truly settle the question.
Not really up for a weird ghost fight.
>>No. 200602
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200602
Had he even wished to fight, he would have been at a disadvantage. An armed opponent had greater reach and more capacity of inflicting harm easily than someone totally unarmed. Youmu’s body language also told him that she was experienced in a fight—her movements were deliberate without being overly tense—so the threat was even more dangerous. That she was smaller than him or more likely to underestimate his latent abilities did little to counterbalance the situation.

“Stop this,” Shinji said flatly. This was not a pleading mewl nor undignified request born of fear. On the contrary, it was a firm command. As a master might yet command a journeyman, he sought not to chide but let his quiet dignity of reason weigh down her ears.

“If you fear getting slashed, then maybe you shouldn’t be here,” Youmu postured, totally misreading the situation. To her partial credit, she held off from making the opening move. Whether this was due to doubt in her convictions or a reaction to his utter disinterest was unclear.

Shinji maintained eye contact. In her, he saw frothing excitement. In return, Youmu saw little more than a calm look. It was, indeed, frustratingly normal. It grated her for reasons that she could not put into words. Without making any sort of aggressive move, he sat down on the bare dirt. She now looked down at him, unsure whether his actions were an immediate forfeit or some sort of ruse; many in Gensokyo chose not to play fair and to strike whenever a guard were lowered.

As if reading her mind, he stated, “I will not fight. Do as you please.”

Something so simple was enough to trigger a panic in Youmu. She knew nothing about him nor why he was even there. He seemed to her about as normal as a man might appear though, admittedly, she knew little of men. Then why would he behaving in such a way? If Lady Yuyuko had foisted him upon him then it would be for good reason. There were few in Gensokyo that were utterly unremarkable. Her strongest instinct was to attack and to end the uncertainty.

Looking at his dark, almost opaque, eyes she could not help but to hesitate.

“Please fight me,” she requested, sounding pathetic even to herself. An uncomfortably hot sensation began to ripple across her face. Even her phatom seemed unsettled, coiling less like a snake ready to strike and more like a writhing worm wracked by uncertainty.

“There is no purpose to it,” he told her, at peace with his actions. His utterly relaxed state surely was opprobrious, she tried to reason. “Come join me,” he bid her with that fixed, unflinching stare.

It seemed that the spirits of the Netherworld that had been attracted by the prospect of a confrontation desisted. A few scattered but many remained, only now coming to a peaceful rest near the ground. As if they were mirroring the man’s calm and righteous posture. The cold carried by the breeze further dampened their excitement.

Youmu frowned. As a lifelong martial artist she knew how to read the many silent indicators that allowed a fight to be judged and understood. If an untrained eye might see a pair of combatants evenly trading blows then she would note the infinitesimally small times it took them to recover to their stance. Thus she could determine the level of fatigue and predict who would be the likeliest to make the first of many tiny mistakes that eventually led to defeat. This mixture of experience with instinct now told her that she had already lost.

Yet she could not seem to rationalize why. So she stared down at him, bewildered and ashamed. His serenity remained unchanged. Her fingers slipped from the grip. Next, her arm slackened back to her side. Finally, her legs yielded as she sat down opposite him. Exactly as he had beckoned.

“...why?” she asked, the word coming out as a whisper.

“You are in my care,” he replied. “We have a common purpose and act under the direction of the same person.”

“...that has nothing to do with finding other things out,” Youmu couldn’t help but offer up a childish protest.

“Is kindness not a strength?” he asked. In his mind the return of feeling, of conscience, of purpose had been an act of kindness. For someone to bring something from practically nothing was a more powerful ability than cutting down a foe.

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head, “if I had attacked you, then I’m sure I would have won.”

“That’s a foolish thing to worry about,” he put it quite bluntly. “You did not; we have both won.”

“Oh!” Youmu’s face lit and an involuntary smile formed across her lips. “I’m not sure that I understand what you mean but that reminded me of someone.”

He felt like there was something else that he was supposed to say but he did not have an immediate followup. Instead, he worried about something else. “I will need your support and patience,” he explained, “there may be need for your blades at some point.”

“Hmmmm… so I am going to fight someone,” Youmu nodded, “I wonder why Lady Yuyuko didn’t just allow me to fix things by myself then.”

“I’m not sure if you will fight,” Shinji told her, “though it would be best if I made that determination. There are more important matters at stake.”

“...we’ll see about that,” Youmu didn’t want to give in entirely, even though it was almost certain that she understood she was being unreasonable.

“You know the other inhabitants of Genoskyo, correct?” he asked.

“More or less, yeah,” she nodded and relaxed, somehow quickly forgetting that she had been ready to fight the man she was talking ago only moments ago.

“Then I’ll have you guide me to a few of them,” he said, recalling the contents of the letter. “You were correct about one thing—I don’t know the first thing about where I am. Are you up for the task?”

“I am,” Youmu replied, eyes again back to a more confident state.

“Then let us be off,” he stood up and shook the dust and dirt off of his bottom.

Youmu similarly bounced up to her feet. She patted down the edges of her skirt and made sure her swords were firmly fastened. “What’s our first destination, Master Shinji?” she asked eagerly.

He didn’t really understand her sudden enthusiasm. But he supposed that she were excited than dour and resistant. Mainly, he puzzled over something else. “Why do you call me ‘master’?” he vocalized the question.

Youmu avoided looking at him, turning around and pretending to redo the string and clasp that tied the large sword to her back. “You defeated me,” she offered an unclear explanation in a hushed voice.

“I said we both won,” Shinji countered, “what’s more, even if that were true, surely titles are not meant to be applied so liberally.”

“No, if Lady Yuyuko put me under your care, then you’re certainly a master,” she reasoned poorly. Was it to give cover to her own shortcomings? A desire to rationalize and accept her subsidiary role? It could have just as easily been a clumsy attempt to mend fences. If so, perhaps she was trying too hard. The phantom part of her seemed to turn what some might call its head towards him, as if to scout and judge his reaction.

“You would accept that as truth so readily for so petty a reason?” he asked, feeling incredulous.

“It’s not just that,” she said, “um, I’m not sure I can explain. It’s just a feeling I have. Maybe I can learn something useful from you? So if you’re my teacher and I’m your student…”

“As your instructor, I could be considered your master,” he saw some of the value of that logic. “Youmu,” he called out to her quietly. She froze up and stopped pretending to fiddle with her equipment. He sighed, “…have you stopped to consider how I may feel about that imposition?”

“It’s an imposition?” she asked without thinking. “Oh, sorry!”

Without having seen her face, he somehow knew that her embarrassment had manifested itself quite physically. He thought about the impact of her passing fancy.

[] Comrades-in-arms had no use for formal titles.
[] How she chose to address him was of no concern.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/05(Tue)10:50

>>No. 200604
[x] How she chose to address him was of no concern.

That was a quick turnaround.
>>No. 200605
[x] Comrades-in-arms had no use for formal titles.
>>No. 200606
[X] How she chose to address him was of no concern.

It's no bother
>>No. 200607
[x] How she chose to address him was of no concern.
Keep the dork in her place.
>>No. 200609
[x] How she chose to address him was of no concern.
>>No. 200610
[x] How she chose to address him was of no concern
call us whatevs
>>No. 200611
[x] Comrades-in-arms had no use for formal titles.
>>No. 200612
[x] Comrades-in-arms had no use for formal titles.

Even though we have no arms to speak of.
>>No. 200633
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200633
He could not say that he cared about what others thought of him. An extension of that truth was that a title was inherently meaningless. If it were convenient for someone else to use a specific word, then that was on them.

Shinji placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. It elicited a small mouse-like “eep” from Youmu. It was difficult for him to believe that only moments ago she had hinted at masterful disciple of mind and body. Perhaps that was an ability solely reserved for combat, he explained it to himself.

“Let’s go,” he said, “call me what you will, but I won’t be calling you my disciple.”

“Alright,” Youmu replied, a small smile forming on her lips. It appeared that she was altogether too easy to please. She followed as he continued to walk on, adding, “I’ll be right behind you, master.”

The majority of the remaining spirits that had gathered in the area began to disperse. They would go back to idling their days in the quiet of the Netherworld, contemplating the landscape or their own existence as best as they could. A few others continued to follow the pair from the distance—mostly to make sure that they didn’t miss any other excitement that could possibly happen.

“We’ll need to leave this place,” Shinji said as he walked down a simple stone path. He recalled what the letter had said and he would need Youmu to guide him to his destination.

His companion asked an important question hesitantly, “you can fly, right?”

“I believe so,” he somehow knew he could. “A perk of being dead,” he wished to say but held off on saying anything unnecessary.

“That’s good,” Youmu said, “if we keep down this path after a while, there’s a part we can fly out to the rest of Gensokyo. May I ask where we’re going?”

“To a bamboo forest,” he replied. There they would meet someone else who would join them. Yuyuko’s letter claimed that while the broad strokes had already been agreed to, a few small details still needed to be sorted.

“Oh, I know how to get there!” Youmu exclaimed. “The people there like to hide away from the rest so I wonder why Lady Yuyuko wants us to go there?”

“I’m not certain of the full reasons, myself,” Shinji added. He didn’t want to keep her in the dark but his instincts told him that things would go smoother if he took things step by step. “There’s no use in speculating right now.”

They walked for a while longer before the path suddenly cut off into a clump of trees. All of the spirits that had followed them at first had gotten bored and scattered along the way. At his encouragement, Youmu took point and began to glide upwards slowly. It was thankfully easy for him to join her and he found that flying around required absolutely no conscious thought. It did feel like an odd thing to do to but, then again, he hadn’t fully squared the idea that he was a spirit or ghost of some sort.

The ground below got more distant and became harder to see due to a fine mist or fog. It became colder as they got higher and the only noise that he heard was the flapping of cloth against air. Youmu increased her velocity when she noticed that he was able to keep up with her well enough. Soon they were someplace that may as well have been the inside of a cloud. Soon thereafter, signs of the greater world became visible again.

His first impression of Gensokyo proper was that it somehow felt nostalgic. He couldn’t remember what he was being reminded of precisely. The deep forests that stretched up mountains and down into a flat expanse drew the eye. As did a large lake as well as fields and a large concentration of buildings that was likely a village. Had he been just by himself, he would have been at a loss where to go. Youmu continued to fly ahead, zooming towards the land below confidently.

They moved in a direction opposite from the largest mountain, skirting what Shinji confirmed to be a large village. The terrain was by and large flatter than the rest of the area and a few carts traveled presumably towards the village on a dirt road. The green barrier cut off the open area; the bamboo forest was large and dense. Even from the air it was difficult to see inside as, unlike the cherry blossoms in the Netherworld, the tall stalks kept most of their leaves.

Youmu slowed down and descended, coming to a rest at the edge of the forest. “Master,” she asked, “where exactly in the forest do we need to go? It’s pretty easy to get lost in here if you don’t know what you’re looking for.”

Shinji laughed. Youmu thought he was making fun of her and so pouted. He noticed and disabused her of the notion, “my instructions are somewhat vague, I’m afraid. Yuyuko has told me to ‘ask a rabbit’ for guidance. Perhaps you know what that means?”

“Oh, um, yes, I think I do!” Youmu tried to pretend she hadn’t been on the verge of a full-on sulk by turning away to face the green wall. “I think we have to go to the mansion, there’s plenty of rabbits there.”

“Can you find us passage there, then?”

“I’ll try,” she nodded but inspired little confidence.

The man thought about how to best handle the situation. There was no guarantee that there progress would be made in a timely manner. Visibility was poor and there were no signs of clearing or landmarks once within the bamboo. He didn’t see any rabbits around that he could consult. They tended to be a skittish lot and finding one to ask questions might prove difficult.

[] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
[] Entrapping a rabbit was the fastest way to get questions answered.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/06(Wed)11:00

>>No. 200637
[x] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
>>No. 200640
[x] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
There's nothing to indicate our man can successfully trap rabbits, so this is sadly the safer option.
>>No. 200641
[x] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
>>No. 200644
[X] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
pls do not bulli buns
>>No. 200645
[x] He relied on her instincts to find a path.
>>No. 200649
[x] Entrapping a rabbit was the fastest way to get questions answered.

It wouldn't be the fastest way if we couldn't pull it off, would it?
>>No. 200658
[x] He relied on her instincts to find a path.

The best way to boulli a dork is to let her ego inflate just enough so that we can knock her down a few pegs later.
>>No. 200669
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200669
Youmu took the lead. She was not entirely at ease with her role—immediately struggling to move through the dense patches of very leafy bamboo. Whenever she thought she had successfully cleared a particularly challenging part of the forest she found that there was plenty more stretching out in every direction. More than once she thought of simply slicing down the annoying stalks and more than once she looked back at Shinji and decided to be patient for a while longer.

She had been entrusted to find the way through and the sense of obligation made her quiet any complaints she might have otherwise voiced. It didn’t matter that her dress—that favorite three piece ensemble that she thought made her look smart—was getting scuffed by the forest. Shinji wasn’t complaining and, if her master said nothing, then surely it would be inappropriate for her to raise any objections. The swordswoman concentrated and looked for any sign of a path or habitation.

It seemed from time to time that they might have been on the right track. Youmu was happy to discover her first dirt trail in the middle of the forest and followed it diligently. That is, until it came to an abrupt end. There were no tracks or explanation as to why there had been a relatively clear length of ground in the first place. She felt frustrated but continued to put on a confident front, charging on ahead with evermore vigor.

Shinji had not said anything mostly because he was taking in his new surroundings. Contrasted to the Netherworld, Gensokyo was absolutely lively; birdsong came in periodically from all directions, the bamboo swayed and reacted to both wind and movement at their base, and the occasional small critter could be spotted warily staring from a distance or darting back towards its unseen den. He readily forgave the inconvenience of having to push aside brush to advance and, indeed, seemed to enjoy the very physicality of the act. Of course, that began to change as time went on.

Youmu was nowhere closer to finding her way through the forest. She used the excuse that her ribbon was coming close to being undone to gauge Shinji’s mood. “I’m afraid we’re not making much progress,” she admitted, slightly out of breath. Her phantom half drooped, echoing the apologetic mood. “It’s been a long time since I came by here. Maybe Lady Yuyuko would remember the place...”

“Do you wish to take a break?” Shinji asked, mindful of not pushing her too hard. “I don’t suppose it would help to fly above the canopy.”

“It wouldn’t,” she shook her head, “this is the sort of place that it’s easier to leave from than get into.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked, patiently.

“I want to keep trying, master!” she didn’t even think about giving another reply.

“Wandering aimlessly isn’t a very sound strategy, however, “ he noted, “we’ve been at this for over an hour already.” He picked off a leaf that had fallen on her shoulder and gave a quick adjustment to the other ribbon tied up in a bow around her collar.

“I won’t let you down,” Youmu bowed her head. She attempted to reciprocate his gesture by clearing off some dirt on his collar but she fumbled and her fingers ended up slipping down a ways down his chest. In a right panic she repeated the attempt quickly while muttering an apology.

He didn’t seem to either mind or pay much notice at her flustered move. Something had caught his eye; the swaying of some bamboo close by led him to believe that something big was nearby. Someone, perhaps. If that was the case then they were somewhat shy. He decided to observe for the time being.

“Let’s get back to it,” he urged his companion.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Youmu redoubled her efforts. They ran into yet another dirt path that went nowhere. That was at least a welcome break from the variable-width gaps between bamboo and other plants. She hadn’t yet noticed herself, but Youmu began to hum softly as she led the way.

Shinji was preoccupied with the presence that had been trailing them all the while; it kept a steady distance and made next-to-no noise. If it weren’t for the very subtle persistence of swaying in patches of bamboo they had passed he wouldn’t have noticed at all that they were still keeping up. He couldn’t say for sure whether or not it was a threat but he didn’t believe that it was. A hostile creature would have jumped out long ago when their backs were turned. Then again, it did feel like the presence was getting closer over time.

“Youmu,” he stopped her from pushing on.

“What’s the matter, master?” she turned to look back at him, wiping off a bead of sweat from her brow.

“You’ve done a good job,” he said, “there is a clearing just over there. That must be something.”

“Eh?” Youmu looked around. She hadn’t noticed that just twelves or so body lengths to the right the bamboo thinned out quickly. Her instincts weren’t half bad, she thought to herself in a congratulatory manner.

They could just make out the edge of a wall, part of a larger structure concealed by the bamboo. Shinji took the lead, patting Youmu supportively on the shoulder for a job well done. The girl beamed up at him, the fatigue washing away from her body at that moment.

[] They pressed on to find a rabbit in the building ahead.
[] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/07(Thu)12:00




I'll repeat something from earlier because it seems it hasn't sunk in: don't try to be cleverer than is needed. The choices should be taken at face value. They would not be options if the parties involved thought themselves incapable of performing an action or that the underlying reasoning behind them was unsound.
>>No. 200672
[x] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.
>>No. 200674
[x] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.
Alright, Fussy Fanny.
>>No. 200677
[X] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.
>>No. 200678
[x] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.
>>No. 200681
[x] They pressed on to find a rabbit in the building ahead.

Why Youmu is such a cutie?
>>No. 200682
[x] He called out to their new companion to stop hiding and join them.

Is it Mokotan? I hope it's Mokotan.

It's probably going to be Tewi again, is it.
>>No. 200685
[x] I’ve heard about it, but he hasn’t told me about his first youkai subjugation. Wasn’t it not work? He did it without having expected it.
>>No. 200686
>>200685
hey buddy you got the wrong thread

swordkid thread's three blocks down
>>No. 200699
Youmu took the lead again, eager to finally get out of the brush. Shinji wasn’t in as big of a hurry. He followed her for a few steps before coming to a stop again. “Would you like to join us?” he asked. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at a concentration of bamboo a ways behind them.

“Oh, sorry?” Youmu didn’t get what was going on.

Shinji ignored her for the time being. The person slinking around was his sole focus. There had been no response and no further movement. “I’ve known you’ve been following us for some time,” he said firmly, his voice carrying some distance.

“There’s someone there?” Youmu craned her neck at the spot where she thought Shinji was staring. As far as she could tell, there was no one there. Still, she didn’t want to be unprepared if anything else happened so she moved her hands towards her blades just in case.

Shinji waited a moment. He didn’t see any movement nor hear anything but the far-off calls of birds. He repeated his invitation, adding, “we’re not that pressed for time, we can have a nice chat if you like.”

Try as they might, the bamboo would not reveal its secrets. It was quiet and there was little for Shinji to do but to risk getting closer. He didn’t think that a feral monster was about to jump out but there was always going to be something inherently unnerving about not knowing who he might be dealing with. “I’m sorry,” he said, signaling for Youmu to say back with his hand, “I’m coming a little closer. If you’re shy, don’t worry, my companion will stay behind.”

“Are you sure-?” Youmu began but got shushed with another wave of his hand. She could do little but watch her master make a bold gamble. If anything happened, she would rush in, cutting a path to safety. Neither youkai nor bamboo could resist the sharp edge of her swords.

“What are you two doing?” a voice coming from the clearing interrupted the scene. Youmu pivoted quickly with sword in hand. But she held off, recognizing the new arrival.

“...hello,” Shinji didn’t want to turn around in case the person following them decided to use the distraction to escape. “I don’t mean to be rude but someone’s been following us, I wish to find out who it is.”

“There’s no one there,” the voice said.

“Oh? How can you be so sure?” Shinji asked.

“I’m used to this forest,” came the reply, “besides, I’ve just come up from a direction similar to yours. I would have noticed someone else besides you.”

“...maybe she’s the one you noticed, master,” Youmu piped up, hoping to be helpful.

“I don’t think so,” Shinji kept his eyes firmly at a particularly suspicious clump of bamboo. Between the leafy green leaves… there might have been flashes of other colors. He wasn’t sure.

“She lives here and...” Youmu tried to explain things. Shinji motioned for her to be quiet again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be rude,” Shinji apologized to seemingly everyone at once. Then he moved quickly—far more nimbly than, say, Youmu might have expected him to be able to—and rushed at the spot where he thought the other person could be hiding. “Ah!” he blurted out upon finding no one there.

“Looks like you were wrong,” the latest arrival said, “it’s easy to get lost around here. And it’s easier still to imagine seeing or hearing things.”

“I suppose you might be right,” Shinji collected his thoughts, giving his surroundings one more scan before engaging in the usual rituals of civility. He found that he was talking to someone who definitely fit the bill for Yuyuko’s hint.

Those long and slender rabbit ears looked somewhat like antennae from a distance. Still, there was little else about her that was even remotely bug-like. She wore her lilac hair long, around knee-length. With a simple light-colored top and a slightly darker skirt she looked rather normal. A necktie was an eccentric little touch but otherwise the large rabbit girl made a normal first impression. She had a backpack on and, with one of her hands, she held onto a strap mindlessly.

He introduced himself, “My name is Shinji, I’ve business in this forest with a rabbit. Perhaps it may well be you?”

“I doubt it,” Youmu interjected without thinking, “she works for the person in charge so she can probably point us in the right direction.”

The rabbit girl frowned a little at Youmu; the latter failed to notice and smiled at Shinji, convinced she was being helpful. “I guess I can take to you my master,” the girl said.

“That would be just fine,” Shinji said, “please lead the way.”

The girl waited for him to come towards the clearing with Youmu. “I’m Reisen, by the way,” she said softly, her red eyes scanning over them. It was only natural for her to be suspicious of them, Shinji thought, especially as Youmu was a little too quick to leap into action.

The clearing revealed a large building that seemed almost too big to hide in the middle of a forest. This mansion had a walled exterior and looked to be no less sophisticated than Hakugyokurou. Reisen walked towards a short paved path that led up to a small gate. She didn’t seem very talkative, which Shinji respected. Some caution and reserve was likely wise when meeting a stranger.

“I’ve been here before, you know,” Youmu bragged to Shinji, fiddling with her swords so that they were once again carefully sheathed and strapped to her. “I came here with Lady Yuyuko, it was an exciting adventure.”

“Is that so?” he asked with some disinterest. His first instinct would be to get the rabbit girl to open up some so he could gauge whether or not he was on the right track. Chatting with Youmu about the past could wait. Reisen seemed perfectly contented to let them talk among themselves as she opened up the gate and ushered them in. He noticed that there were a pair of regular rabbits by the entrance. They scampered away upon spotting them, going towards the back of the building.

“Welcome to Eientei,” Reisen said, “keep following me and we’ll go to the infirmary. If my master is available I’ll ask if she would be willing to speak to you.”

[] Youmu continued speaking of the past. Under the guise of conversation, he discretely let her know that he had seen footprints where he checked in the forest.
[] It was a puzzle why the note had suggested speaking to a rabbit. He wished to figure it out by engaging with Reisen and learning more about her.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/08(Fri)15:00




Sorry, life was being life. I plan to return to a more regular schedule but this one vote is going to be shorter than usual.
>>No. 200700
[x] It was a puzzle why the note had suggested speaking to a rabbit. He wished to figure it out by engaging with Reisen and learning more about her.
>>No. 200701
[x] It was a puzzle why the note had suggested speaking to a rabbit. He wished to figure it out by engaging with Reisen and learning more about her.
>>No. 200705
[x] It was a puzzle why the note had suggested speaking to a rabbit. He wished to figure it out by engaging with Reisen and learning more about her.

bun
>>No. 200713
[x] Youmu continued speaking of the past. Under the guise of conversation, he discretely let her know that he had seen footprints where he checked in the forest.
>>No. 200714
[X] It was a puzzle why the note had suggested speaking to a rabbit. He wished to figure it out by engaging with Reisen and learning more about her.
>>No. 200717
[x] Youmu continued speaking of the past. Under the guise of conversation, he discretely let her know that he had seen footprints where he checked in the forest.

Reisen route never ever.
>>No. 200718
[x] Youmu continued speaking of the past. Under the guise of conversation, he discretely let her know that he had seen footprints where he checked in the forest.
>>No. 200725
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200725
For the time being, Shinji decided to focus on the rabbit. He didn’t mean to leer but there was no avoiding the fact that some of her features directed attention; as she led them into the building proper, a puffy bulge in her backside drew the gaze to both tail and surrounding backside. Youmu continued to prattle on about this or that but very little of it was relevant.

“It’s strange to see a place like this hidden away from the world,” he used a moment of silence to start up conversation with Reisen. Admittedly, it wasn’t the smoothest of entries but it seemed reasonable enough to him to talk about his surroundings. The interior was all wood and fine wood at that—the corridor featured finely varnished surfaces as far as the eye could see and screen doors had delicate depictions of the bamboo landscape outside.

“Privacy is something that the people here value very much,” Reisen stated, making no bones about the fact that she was also referring to herself. It was difficult to tell just how large the building was—the corridor seemed to stretch on forever and a turn to the left showed that there were plenty other corridors like it.

“We had to drag them out of hiding that one time,” Youmu piped up unhelpfully.

“...” the rabbit said nothing.

“At any rate,” Shinji cut in, “maybe I’ve lived a sheltered experience thus far but I’ve never met a rabbit before. I wouldn’t have expected you to live among the bamboo. I’m certain you have your reasons,” he said, mindful of her reservations, “but I suppose it might get boring being all alone out here at times.”

“We’re private, not antisocial,” the girl replied with a shake of her head. She wore a slight smirk on her lips that was equal parts bemused as entertained. That was an encouraging sign for Shinji, who chose to leave Youmu behind in order to walk closer to their guide.

“I saw other rabbits on our way in. They didn’t even bother to greet us,” he said, with a chuckle, “so are you sure about that?”

“Oh, those guys? They probably went to tell Tewi that someone different had shown up with me,” she explained. “Tewi is another rabbit, by the way, I’m sure she’ll make you meet her if she’s interested in you.”

“Hm, is that how it goes? I suppose I’ll be in luck if that’s the case,” he said.

“Yes, you will be,” she laughed softly to herself. He knew it was a private joke but he couldn’t even begin to suss out what it could mean.

Shinji didn’t have much to go on yet but he felt it in his gut that Reisen wasn’t a bad person. If Yuyuko had a specific rabbit in mind then it could as well have been her. “What kind of person is your master?” he asked, figuring that he could learn something by the way she explained their relationship.

“Someone wise and very smart,” she said.

“I suppose you would look up to someone you called ‘master’,” he opined, unsurprised.

“No,” she felt compelled to explain, “I’m not saying that because I admire her. That’s her reputation. I was lucky to have her take me in and I’ll always be grateful for that but I don’t think there’s many people like her out in the world. She’s really one of a kind.”

“My master is no slouch either!” Youmu once again butt in, “I’m hoping to learn some of his deep wisdom while spending time together.”

“Oh, so it’s like that between you two?” Reisen smiled, “I didn’t really expect that. You abandoned that other ghost for bossing you around?”

“Um, no! Lady Yuyuko is still, well… more in some ways, less on others…?” Youmu struggled to explain herself. She came to a somewhat coherent position before too long, stating, “There’s different sorts of things I can learn from Master Shinji so I want to make the most of it while we’re working together. We’re both working for Lady Yuyuko.”

“...there’s room for another in our little squad,” Shinji used humor to divert attention from Youmu’s improperly detailed explanation. He preferred to be reserved and divulge as little as possible when meeting someone new. After all, he had no idea if his goals and hers aligned. Better to leave things ambiguous than to out yourself as being at cross purposes at the first opportunity.

“I’ll have to ask my master for permission first,” Reisen said with an equal degree of humor. Her reasonable nature reassured Shinji that things were going well.

It didn’t take them very long to reach their destination; Shinji attempted to keep up the conversation but found that a combination of Reisen’s aloofness and Youmu’s (un)timely interruptions kept him from scratching much beyond the surface. There were a few comfortable-looking chairs along one side of the room with a table and printed material of varying subject matter within arms’ reach. The room was otherwise sparse save for a few images that were posted on the walls depicting people that had bandages or some sort of injury smiling as a woman treated them. A stuffed toy rabbit also had been abandoned in a corner—he had mistaken it for an actual rabbit at first glance.

“Please take a seat and wait here,” Reisen instructed. She took off her backpack with a grunt and lay it gently down in a corner. Before going through another set of doors she took a moment to stop in front of a mirror and gave her tie a quick adjustment, fiddling with a carrot-shaped clip that had strayed down.

As she disappeared through the door, Shinji did as he was told and sat down. Youmu, however, walked up to the mirror and took a look at her own face and clothes. “Geez, I’m going to have to sew a few ends before they come loose,” she complained. After making sure that the ribbon on her head was still nice and fluffy, she gave her reflection an encouraging nod.

“Do you think she’s the rabbit we’re looking for?” she asked him as she performed a similar check on the phantom around her.

“Hard to say,” Shinji kept his cards close to his chest. “What do you make of her?”

“Alright, I suppose. We haven’t really spoken much outside of incidents. She’s strong in her own way. Has an icky but powerful ability. Not enough to stop my swords, of course,” Youmu smirked.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Hm...” Youmu peered at him with suspicion.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh, well, it’s just that you’ve got the same expression Lady Yuyuko gets sometimes. Like she knows something I don’t but doesn’t want to share it. It’s about Reisen, isn’t it?”

Shinji laughed, “what makes you think that? Surely I’m not that easy to read!”

She crossed her arms and moved towards the chairs. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to accuse him of something but her expression was soft and her words likewise mild, “Maybe it’s just a feeling, I don’t know. I just try my best and things work out so I don’t really try to think about what she’s thinking because it’s a waste of time.”

“Perhaps you should try to understand your masters if you want to learn from them?” he suggested.

“I learn by seeing and doing. And I’m a quick study!” she harrumphed unwisely.

It was so tone-deaf that it got the patient Shinji to consider impressing upon his so-called student a lesson.

[] He shared some of what he thought of the situation, in hopes that she would learn something.
[] He could not help but have fun at her expense and crowed on about how alluring he had found the rabbit.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/09(Sat)12:10

>>No. 200726
[x] He could not help but have fun at her expense and crowed on about how alluring he had found the rabbit.
boulli
>>No. 200727
[x] He shared some of what he thought of the situation, in hopes that she would learn something.
not boulli
>>No. 200728
[x] He shared some of what he thought of the situation, in hopes that she would learn something.

She did decide to treat us like a teacher
>>No. 200729
[x] He could not help but have fun at her expense and crowed on about how alluring he had found the rabbit.

We boulli not because it's easy, but because she's a dork.
>>No. 200731
[x] He could not help but have fun at her expense and crowed on about how alluring he had found the rabbit.
>>No. 200732
[x] He shared some of what he thought of the situation, in hopes that she would learn something.
>>No. 200746
Coin flip: tails!
>>No. 200747
>>200746
This was me, sorry forgot the trip.
>>No. 200748
“I suppose you are right,” Shinji said, not being able to take the girl’s over-eagerness too seriously. He wondered what was possessing him to say what he then said, “I was holding something back from you.”

“Oh, I knew it!” Youmu exclaimed giddily like she had just won a lottery drawing. The phantom around her floated up and down rapidly as if hopping with joy. “So, what is it?”

“Ah, I’m not sure if I ought to tell you,” he held back from just blurting it out. For whatever reason he felt that he had to draw her in some more.

“I can handle whatever it is,” Youmu stated, looking a little too proud of herself, “it’s fine for the master to rely on his student every once in a while too.”

“Is that so? Perhaps you’re right,” Shinji said, stopping to stroke his chin. He enjoyed keeping her in suspense as he ran his fingers through his short beard. It seemed like she was ready to hang on his every word. He wondered if perhaps Yuyuko behaved the same towards her. It seemed like it was an easy enough thing to do.

He motioned for her to sit next to him, indicating that it was to be a confidential conversation. The quick study that she was, she understood and she did her best to put on a solemn face—not that she could totally hide the lingering excitement on being let in on a secret. The phantom hovered in close, almost wrapping around Youmu like a snake.

“Here’s the thing: you know that rabbit?” Shinji spoke in a hushed tone. He waited for her to lean in closer and nod. “I’m only telling you this because I trust you. Well, the thing is that I can’t get her out of my mind.”

“She has the ability to mess with minds, you know,” she whispered a little too loudly for it to be a strictly confidential conversation.

“Maybe that’s it,” he agreed, “then again… it might be something else entirely.”

“Like what? I didn’t see her do anything strange.”

“I guess you could say that I found her enchanting.”

“Oh so she can use magic?” Youmu asked.

“No, I mean that she’s charming. Very cute, might be my type of woman,” Shinji stated very dryly, without giving a single hint that he might have been joking.

“Eh? What about Lady Yuyuko?!” Youmu reacted in an unexpected fashion. Shinji hadn’t expect her to make that connection. Although it made sense. She had made an assumption when they had first met, one that wasn’t wholly unfounded.

“We’re not like that,” he explained, trying not to play on the defensive, “a man and woman can be close without all that you imagine.”

“But she might not think like you,” Youmu shook her head, “it sounds like it could be a huge misunderstanding that might hurt her.”

“It’s really not,” he insisted, “we’ve known each other for a day, there is nothing more than empathy and respect between us.”

“Ah, but you just said that Reisen is your type and you just met,” she reasoned, “couldn’t it be the same for you and Lady Yuyuko?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he conceded, annoyed that he hadn’t been as clever as he had hoped. Despite being easily led around the nose, her instincts weren’t wholly bad. “Regardless, Reisen has the most lovely hair, don’t you think? I imagine it takes her a long time to brush that in the mornings.”

“...I don’t think she’s that cute,” Youmu pouted. She wasn’t too sure how she felt. Surprise, certainly, but also something different and more personal—jealousy if she could have found the word. By proxy, perhaps, but jealousy all the same. Her new master’s words were a little too sudden. Even she knew that it would be a little too insulting to blurt out but she hadn’t really seen him as a man before.

“Ah, you just don’t understand the appeal of a nice, puffy tail,” he continued, “nor the confident-yet-reserved attitude she has. It drove me wild, let me tell you.”

“I’m confident too!” Youmu blurted out something without really understanding why. The implicit question was, “do you like me too?” though she couldn’t quite bring herself to ask that.

“It’s difficult to speak of matters of the heart, especially to the inexperienced,” Shinji said with as much gravitas as he could muster. Though he supposed that a spirit could be any age and maintain a youthful appearance, he had assumed in his subconscious that he was older than her. He could therefore be excused for some level of condescension.

“I’m not that inexperienced,” Youmu said quietly. When he gave her a quizzical look she wiggled uncomfortably in her seat, reluctant to say anything more.

“Be that as it may,” he couldn’t help but laugh, “this is what was on my mind. I’m certain you’ll understand the truth behind all this one day.”

“...I think I might tell Lady Yuyuko about this,” she made a strange threat. Strange because he didn’t think either him nor Yuyuko would mind. What’s more, she might get a laugh as she realized what it was that Shinji was trying to do to Youmu.

“Following your conscience is never a bad thing,” he said, capping off the exchange with a real lesson.

If Youmu wished to pry more, she became unable as her window of opportunity closed. Reisen returned, with a polite smile. “Please come on in. My master says that she’s been expecting you,” she announced.

“Hm, expecting me?” Shinji asked as he stood up.

“Yes, she said that I should have also been expecting you,” she said with a laugh, “of course she knows that’s impossible as I was following another order of hers.”

“I see.”

He had noted that Youmu had been staring at him quite intently. His guess was that she was attempting to scrutinize whether or not he was smitten by the lovely Reisen. However could she hope to tell? He wasn’t about to slobber all over himself nor blurt out lewd love poetry.

“I’m going to prepare tea, would you like some?” Reisen asked.

“Yes, that would be fine,” he replied. “Youmu, why don’t you join her?”

“Eh?” the silver-haired girl failed to catch on at once.

“It would be a nice gesture,” he stated. The truth was very clearly something else: he wished to speak to Reisen’s master by himself. If he had been expected then it stood to reason that it was for some purpose. No doubt Yuyuko had planned that all along.

“I don’t mind the company,” the rabbit said, possibly catching on to the reasoning. Or perhaps she had a good idea of what her master’s preferences were.

Youmu didn’t seem entirely convinced.

“I’m sorry, but would you give us a moment alone?” Shinji made a request.

“I’ll be right outside,” Reisen nodded amiably, taking no offense. She left the room, closing the door behind her.

“Youmu,” Shinji berated her, “you need to trust me to make these decisions. I am to meet her master alone. Observing things elsewhere is a better use of your time. One can never know when that sort knowledge can turn out to be useful.”

“Oh, so it’s a mission!” Youmu became chipper instantly. It seemed that she responded well to being given a sense of purpose.

“Indeed it is,” he began to explain the most important things she ought to focus on:

[] Becoming friendly with Reisen and earning her trust.
[] Finding whether or not there’s anything or anyone suspicious lurking around.
>>No. 200749
[x] Finding whether or not there’s anything or anyone suspicious lurking around.
stay noided
>>No. 200750
[x] Finding whether or not there’s anything or anyone suspicious lurking around.

I smell NEET.
>>No. 200753
[x] Becoming friendly with Reisen and earning her trust.
>>No. 200754
[x] Becoming friendly with Reisen and earning her trust.
Telling this Youmu to find out about a specific thing is as good as firing off a missile. She'll treat it like an interrogation or something. This choice isn't likely to turn out that much better on that front, but still.

Also I feel slightly insulted on Youmu's behalf by how incompetent you're making her. Poor girl. She's not THAT clueless, is she?
>>No. 200755
[x] Finding whether or not there’s anything or anyone suspicious lurking around.
>>No. 200757
[x] Becoming friendly with Reisen and earning her trust.
>>No. 200759
[x] Becoming friendly with Reisen and earning her trust.
>>No. 200776
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200776
Youmu acknowledged the request. Though not without showing a little bit of cheek, saying, “don’t worry, I’ll find out if she likes you too.”

“Oh, it’s much more thrilling if one finds out on one’s own,” he chuckled to himself, somewhat pleased that she was taking things in stride. The combination of eagerness and sobriety did make for a good fighter but did make social interaction awkward at times. He suspected that they would get on just fine if Youmu relaxed and had a little fun.

Deciding just how serious he should act was a different matter entirely. He watched Youmu leave before walking up to the other set of doors. A good first impression was a must. So he attempted to be extra mindful; he rapped on the door lightly and, upon hearing a reply, opened it and went in.

The other room was a fairly standard examination room. There were charts on the wall, a tray with the most common of examination tools, a partition curtain which hid a bed, and a few anatomical models that had even the most intimate of details. Shinji, of course, could make an educated guess about the purpose of these things; the fact remained he had had a very provincial concept of healthcare and what a doctor might do. Something like an IR thermometer may as well have been a magical artifact.

Reisen’s master sat at a desk, reading through a pile of collated papers. Seeing that Shinji had come in, she stood up and greeted him. She extended her hand towards him and that small action caught off guard. “My apologies for making you wait,” she took the initiative by taking his hand and shaking it. It was not an unwelcome gesture but he bowed all the same to return the greeting.

“My name is Shinji, please to make your acquaintance,” he introduced himself. In the back of his mind he wished he could be less familiar but his memory extended no further than his given name.

It didn’t seem that she minded in the least. “Eirin,” she said, “Udongein was just telling me how you were looking for someone around here.”

“’Udongein’?”

“Ah, yes, apologies, I mean Reisen,” she clarified with a smile. He found himself liking her almost immediately; she projected a confident aura that was manifest in both her body language and choice of words. The choice of a blue and red dress partitioned almost in a heraldic fashion was unusual but he liked the points of white carefully stitched in the patterns of constellations. It at least matched her blue cap with a red cross which sat atop a head of dark silver hair which was about as long as Reisen’s but done up with an intricate and long braid.

Eirin offered him a seat on a small stool. She grabbed another one for herself instead of sitting in the padded chair by her desk. It kept them both at similar heights and allowed their eyes to meet freely. “You must forgive me for being so blunt,” she said, “but I had expected that wily ghost to show up here herself.”

“You mean Lady Yuyuko?”

“Hm, quite formal,” she noted, echoing Yuyuko’s own reaction to the title, “yes, I meant her. She seemed to be enthusiastic about the idea so I expected her. Has she told you the purpose of this meeting?”

“No, only given me a letter with instructions to come here and seek out a rabbit,” he confessed. It would do him no good to dissemble and try to suss out more information from someone who clearly knew much more than he.

“I’ll never understand that desire to play games,” she shook her head. “I suppose I do see the value in revealing as little as possible, however. Gensokyo is the sort of place where rumors tend to gain a life of their own. ‘A handsome ghost showed up at Eientei and spoke to the sage there’ could get spun into any number of sorry stories.”

“Ah, that’s a kind assessment of poor old me,” he chuckled, finding the woman’s forwardness oddly endearing.

“It’s the beard,” she explained with a convivial wink, “you wear it well.”

“I was not aware I was in the presence of a sage, however, so my apologies if I’ve been too dull a companion,” he prodded gently at her.

“Oh, that?” she flashed a fairly self-deprecating smile, “that’s just a title given by others a long time ago. I’d rather be known as a doctor or, better yet, a kind master.”

“There is much I would like to know about this place. Indeed, some of those things relate to you” he confessed, “but I suppose that ought to wait.”

“I suppose it must,” she agreed, seeing where he was headed.

“So what am I to do?” he asked.

Eirin placed a hand on her chin, stopping to think for a moment. “I suppose I must give you a trial,” she concluded, “such is the way of these things. It’s what your Lady Yuyuko will want, I wager. Don’t worry—there’s a reward for completing it successfully.”

“My meager skills aren’t very useful for most things, but I’ll try my best,” he replied.

“You won’t be alone,” she explained, “both the other ghost and Reisen will be joining you. This trial is both about you and them. I do not wish to be too mysterious about this so I’ll flatly confess that seeing how you approach the situation is more interesting to how it actually turns out.”

“Will it be a tactical conundrum or a moral one?” he asked, struggling to think how he could make much of a difference in a situation with two other people.

“The most interesting ones are always contain both,” Eirin chuckled, “I am beginning to see why she sent you. We ought to have tea together on some other occasion after this matter is done.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he answered politely, at once interested in what it was he was going to be doing. Yuyuko clearly wanted him to guide Youmu and was it the same with Eirin and Reisen? Or were they both supposed to just be means to an end?

“Before getting to the heart of things, I must confess that my curiosity has gotten the better of me,” Eirin said, sounding apologetic, “I’d like to ask you a probing question.”

“I don’t mind, ask away,” he replied.

“Most people would agree that hard work merits reward,” she framed the context in a philosophical manner, “I wish to avoid getting too bogged down into abstract and heady a discussion. So I’ll skip some of the structural arguments. Needless to say there are those who would say the the only real reward in life is the self-improvement that comes as a result of much effort. So externalities like the material matter little.”


She paused, seeing if he was following her line of thinking. “I understand that perspective,” he said.

“Good,” she nodded in reply. “My question may not seem directly related to what I just said and what will probably happen but I believe it is. Which has most value then? The reward you get from the process of making the effort or the end state after all is said and done. That is to say: the struggle towards enlightenment or enlightenment itself?”

Shinji thought about the question. And replied confidently.

[] The journey was what mattered the most.
[] Without a satisfactory resolution the rest was less important.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/11(Mon)12:00

>>No. 200778
[x] Without a satisfactory resolution the rest was less important.

Philosophy? In my THP?
>>No. 200779
[x] The journey was what mattered the most.

Reaching enlightenment without learning the lessons to acquire it along the way is how you end up like Tenshi.
>>No. 200780
[x] The journey was what mattered the most.
I see. This is actually the Romance the Hags Grand Tour.

Somebody wake me when we reach the Myouren arc.


/shitpost

This is probably the most conventional answer for the setting, considering the cultural milieu it exists in and is a product of.
>>No. 200782
[x] The journey was what mattered the most.

Teleology in all its forms is a sham.
>>No. 200787
[X] The journey was what mattered the most.

Perhaps the true reward is all the people we got to beat up along the way... just kidding.
Still leaning towards this viewpoint, however.
>>No. 200788
[X] The journey was what mattered the most.
>>No. 200801
[x] Without a satisfactory resolution the rest was less important.
>>No. 200808
[x] The journey was what mattered the most.

Home-made food tastes better for a reason.
>>No. 200813
His answer was not what one might expect from someone promised another life after death. In aligning with the transitory and ill-defined present, he found himself unable to justify his quest. Not that it really mattered. If he liked, he could well find meaning in the struggle, in the process. Whether or not that was a freeing thought or just a coping mechanism was up for debate. Internal debate, that was, as Eirin didn’t really press him further on his reasoning.

“In a sense, that equips you well for what comes next,” Eirin stated, folding her arms across her chest. She showed no overt signs of judgment; he could not be sure whether or not she approved of his answer. He caught himself reflecting her querstion back at her, curious to know what she would choose. “It’s somewhat of a reductionist position, wouldn’t you agree?” she dodged giving a proper reply.

“The best option was not to reply at all,” he shook his head, amused. It hadn’t occurred to him to reject the premise. He tried to connect the dots nonetheless, asking her about what happened next.

“Udongein will be back at any moment with tea,” she explained with a polite smile, “then I’ll provide more details for your trial. More efficient that way.”

“So it’s important that she knows what she’s doing? And Youmu as well?”

“Somewhat,” Eirin shrugged, “I know that she’ll obey. Like I said, more efficient than repeating myself.”

As if on cue, a knock came at the door. Eirin welcomed the pair of arrivals and the tray they carried. Youmu smiled at him in a carefree fashion, offering a spontaneous opinion, “she’s really good at making tea, she’s practiced a lot.”

“Well, of course she is,” Eirin spoke proudly of her protege, “I’ve always encouraged her to do her best.”

“Thank you, master,” Reisen nodded as she set down the tray on the desk. She poured out four cups and handed them to every person present. Shinji could tell that the tea had been brewed at the precise temperature just by smell alone—the taste more than confirmed the superiority of leaf and Reisen’s fastidiousness.

The two girls stood by their respective masters, consciously deciding against taking a seat. There was a lull in the conversation as all enjoyed their tea quietly.

It was Shinji who carried things forward, asking Eirin about the task. “I assume we can tackle it right away,” he stated, observing how Eirin reacted.

“Udongein,” Eirin smiled at her apprentice, “you are on loan for the foreseeable future.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” the rabbit said quietly, placing her cup on a nearby table. It seemed obvious at a glance that she had very little luck reading Eirin; Shinji could therefor not be faulted for being in a similar predicament.

“It’s simple:” Eirin explained, “you are to follow this handsome fellow’s orders as if they were my own. That will be your duty until I say otherwise.”

“...I understand,” Reisen bowed in acknowledgment.

“Just like that?” Youmu interjected, “that seems a little weird, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“They trust one another,” Shinji preempted a reply from the others, “in other words, they know that this is the best way forward.”

“It’s something like that,” Reisen agreed, smiling at Eirin. Her red eyes showed that she would accept even the most ridiculous of requests if asked.

It appeared that Youmu was touched by the display of fealty. She nodded approvingly and shut up—smiling to herself and a far off Lady Yuyuko. For the most part, she stayed out of the ensuing conversation, happy to sip tea and observe how her own master and Eirin’s rather strong presence interacted. What’s more: as the two masters spoke about more technical matters, she and Reisen stole understanding glaces at one another.

“-what is this medicine for?” Shinji asked, trying to come to grips with the task ahead.

“That is a confidential subject, I’m afraid,” Eirin frowned, trying to emphasis that it was something that she had to keep quiet for the sake of someone else. “The important thing is that it was requested and that the recipient is not aware that she needs it. Or, perhaps it’s best said, she would claim that it’s unnecessary.”

“Why us then? Why not just yourself or Reisen?” he asked.

“I only deal with people who come to me freely,” she explained, “the request was made in person and I honored it warning that the other person would not accept the imposition.”

“Sure, fine, then why can’t you just give it to the person who requested it, have them sort it out?”

“Because I knew that this would be a possibility,” she said.

“What was?” Shinji sought a clearer answer, “my intervening?”

“Yes,” Eirin confirmed it without hesitation. “Two birds with one stone, as it were. Remember, I do not care if you’re successful. I only care how you carry on.”

“And the reward?” he decided to be a little cheeky. “I suspect it’s not a kiss and a confession of undying love.”

“Indeed not,” she laughed, giving Reisen a look that was indicative of a private joke; the rabbit smiled back at her, recalling immediately what it was that she meant. With a smile still on her face, she shared some bad news, “You’ll have to take a leap of faith. I’m certain you’ll enjoy your reward but it remains a secret until you finish your task.”

“Sounds like something Lady Yuyuko would say,” Youmu muttered to herself, barely loud enough for Shinji to overhear.

“Very well then,” Shinji felt like sighing but managed to control himself. “Reisen, if you don’t mind, you’ll be in my care for now. I appreciate your opinion, so don’t be afraid to speak up.”

“I look forward to working with you,” she replied with a small bow, her ears juddering forward.

“I will need another hour or so to get everything ready,” Eirin said, “you’re welcome to enjoy Eientei’s hospitality until then.” Catching herself by looking at the cup right in front of her, she shrugged, “Do take your time and finish your tea first, sorry.”

“Youmu,” Shinji took a sip from his cup and then gave the girl a command, “help Reisen clear this space and I’ll meet up with you soon.”

“If you’ll have me...” Youmu winked at Reisen, eager to help out. Whatever inhibitions she may have had regarding her quest appeared to have given way to an adventurous and pragmatic spirit.

“Let’s get going,” Reisen took the hint that I wanted to be alone with Eirin and worked with Youmu to clear things. They both left as quickly as they had arrived.

Eirin had watched Shinji with a nascent smile on her lips. Her feelings were plain. She approved of his style, offering a quick assessment, “it is good that she listens to you so readily. That sort of trust is often hard-earned.”

“I can’t say that I’ve done much yet,” he confessed, “she suddenly decided that I was her master without so much as asking me how I felt.”

“That’s a gift, you know,” Eirin said, looking at him with a cool analytical stare. He felt naked, like the otherwise perfectly charming woman was capable of stripping away all of his layers and seeing what he was thinking at all times.

“We’ll see if it is so after this first trial,” he said, acting like he didn’t notice just how intensely his every movement was being scrutinized.

“Yes… but what is it that you wanted to ask? You made them leave for a reason, I imagine.”

[] He wondered whether Reisen was meant to observe on her behalf.
[] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/12(Tue)16:00




Sorry, rough day and so a short timer to make up for lost time. Still plugging along regardless.
>>No. 200815
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
Might as well ask the big one.
>>No. 200817
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
>>No. 200820
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
>>No. 200824
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
>>No. 200828
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
>>No. 200831
[x] The reason why she would cooperate with Yuyuko still eluded him.
>>No. 200833
“From what I can tell, Youmu is the dedicated sort and seems to be perfectly lovely,” Shinji gave Eirin a preamble to what he was really thinking. He felt that she would understand what he was driving at and why better if there were no ambiguities about his position. It may well have been an unnecessary gesture as Eirin had long since appraised both him and the situation and had reached her own conclusions. “With that said,” he continued, “she does not seem to have much of a head for discussion and nuance.”

“In other words, you’re saying that she’s rather immature,” Eirin joked, not being altogether too far from the mark.

“I’m certain that you have your own opinions on Reisen’s strengths and weaknesses,” he said rather diplomatically, not willing to speak ill of his companion if she wasn’t present. “This conversation isn’t something that Youmu needs to be around for, her time is better spent elsewhere.”

“I can’t imagine you’re going to ask me for a check up,” Eirin kept the tone light while patiently waiting for him to make his point.

“I haven’t figured out why you’re working with Lady Yuyuko is the summary,” he went directly to his main thought. He was certain that she would appreciate the directness.

It very much turned out that he was right. She had a positive opinion of people who knew when to stop mincing words. It therefore saddened her some that she couldn’t give him the answer that he wanted at the moment. There was no one reason for that. The truth wouldn’t repulse him, she suspected, but there were things in motion that required discretion. Eirin generally thought that information was best meted out as absolutely necessary.

Shinji picked up on her reluctance. Though she had a very practiced poker face he knew at once that she had decided not to provide a real answer. “I’ll settle for the general answer,” he said.

“We have a common interest,” Eirin chose her words carefully, “although a child could deduce as much. I am not very close to your cunning ghost but that is also something that you would have soon figured out. Your role is accidental but convenient in that you’re to act as the common link. I did not wish to meet in person with her.”

“That isn’t much of an explanation,” Shinji observed. Reason could only get him so far if he lacked context; he didn’t know who else may have been involved nor any of their past interactions.

Eirin sighed, “For whatever it may be worth, I apologize for keeping you in the dark. You’ll certainly agree with our purpose once you have all the information.”

“I’m not certain that I share your enthusiasm,” he demurred with a sigh of his own. His feelings weren’t the ones that might have been expected; he felt neither anxiety nor resentment. What weighed on his mind was something similar to disappointment—and even then that may have been too strong a word. What he felt was more like a scholarly interest to know more. If he knew more then he could piece things together. If he pieced things together, then perhaps he would figure out more about his own existence and what he wanted. Not being able to do that in a timely manner left him in limbo.

Eirin got up from her seat and looked through her desk. He watched her silently as she found a blank piece of paper and a pencil. She scribbled something on it and then handed him the piece of paper, saying, “This may not be an answer but it is the promise of one.”

“I may hold you to this,” he said after looking at the piece of paper. The promissory note was less about the material than the average bar tab IOU: it stated that at the end, if he wasn’t satisfied, she would get everyone together and provide a full explanation. Eirin’s signature was written with neat, flowing characters at the bottom.

There wasn’t much else to say after that. Eirin was guarded but sympathetic to his position and he felt more or less the same way towards her. As an addendum she outlined the basic idea of his task. It didn’t seem like it would be too difficult but, then again, if it were then why send three people? Eirin promised written instructions as well, “so that you can show Reisen if she’s skeptical.”

That would have to wait until later. He left her to her preparations and went out to see how Reisen and Youmu were doing. Eirin suggested that they could likely be found in the kitchen and gave directions to get there from the infirmary.

The kitchen was disappointingly normal. Shinji had a hard time recognizing most of the objects in the infrimary so he had half-expected for the kitchen to be equally as baffling. A stove, cupboards, pots and pans of all sorts of sizes were hung or laid about the place. Both Youmu and Reisen had finished tidying up and he found them in the middle of a discussion about snacks. It wasn’t clear if Youmu was following his instructions to be friendly to Reisen or if she was just being herself—either way she seemed to be fully at ease.

“Oh, master,” Youmu greeted him with a smile, “do you have a favorite sweet?”

“I’m more into savory flavors,” he said.

“Ah, that’s fine too. Reisen was just telling me about the mochi the rabbits make,” Youmu continued, undeterred, “I really want to try it some time.”

“If you come around the next full moon then I’m sure you can have some,” Reisen said.

“That’s soon, isn’t it?” Youmu asked, looking out the kitchen window. It was still daylight, around midday, so there was no way of seeing the moon yet.

“Soon enough,” Reisen replied. She then asked him a question, “Did my master say anything else?”

“Not really, just that she would be done soon,” he replied. “It may be best for you to rest up and see to your affairs. I would like to leave as soon as is possible.”

“So, are we going to do anything interesting?” Youmu asked. “After walking through all that bamboo I got a little worked up. It would be nice if I got an excuse to cut stuff up and be useful.”

“I don’t want to fight if it can be helped,” Reisen chimed in, “it’s usually a waste of time. But orders are orders, I suppose...”

[] It would be prudent for Youmu to be prepared in case he saw it fit to give her the excuse she desired.
[] Reisen was reassured that physical conflict was strictly a matter of last resort.
>>No. 200834
[x] It would be prudent for Youmu to be prepared in case he saw it fit to give her the excuse she desired.
>>No. 200836
[x] It would be prudent for Youmu to be prepared in case he saw it fit to give her the excuse she desired.
>>No. 200837
[x] It would be prudent for Youmu to be prepared in case he saw it fit to give her the excuse she desired.

I mean, the mission is apparently to drug someone unnoticed, against their will (no doubt a necessary and ultimately honourable goal). Technically the only way you get in a fight there is if you fuck up. But it's Gensokyo. Let's throw Yummu a bone.
>>No. 200839
[x] Reisen was reassured that physical conflict was strictly a matter of last resort.
Why do I get the feeling that we're a patsy?
>>No. 200840
I'm calling it here because if I keep waiting I won't have time to write.
>>No. 200842
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200842
“It would be best if you’re prepared as well,” Shinji said, placing his hand on Youmu’s shoulder. Both girl and phantom reacted with joy—the former showed him a confident smile while the latter rose up towards him, taking a thinner and pointy shape as if it were mimicking a sword. He didn’t mean to promise the moon to her but he explained that she ought to be ready for any trouble.

Reisen withdrew momentarily, not really interested in vague talk of fighting. Her excuse was rather sensible: there were things she needed to get in order before setting out. She lamented not being able to take a bath to lighten the mood but Youmu was too busy asking Shinji for specifics to get much of a reaction. That left the pair of visitors from the Netherworld on their own.

“You know, Reisen is pretty nice,” Youmu offered an unsolicited opinion while helping herself to a rice cracker. Without someone from Eientei around to keep watch, she was making herself at home. She even offered one to Shinji who turned it down.

“So you’re on your way to becoming friends?” he asked.

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t be,” she answered. It seemed like she had forgotten all about his suggestion that she earn her trust. Instead, she prattled on about rather irrelevant things. “I’m not sure how Lady Yuyuko will feel, but I think that she’s a good person.”

Shinji ran a finger through the hair on his chin, trying to figure out how Yuyuko had anything to do with Reisen. The bright-eyed ghost let him know, being very unsubtle about the mix of joy and sadness she felt, “I can see why you would like her.”

“Ah,” Shinji smirked, “then I’ve your approval to pursue her?”

“Matters of the heart can’t be helped, I guess,” she said, shaking her head solemnly.

He found the spectacle charmingly cute; her misunderstanding made her cheeks ever-slightly flush as she spoke and she avoided looking directly into his eyes. Unprompted, she gave a short speech about forthrightness and being genuine to a lover. Each time she emphasized something like heart, romance or the like she came off as reluctant and painfully inexperienced in the subject.

“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about her,” he said quietly, unable to help himself. There was something about just how seriously she took her own assumptions that made him want to play around with her.

“No, that’s no good!” she objected sharply, the phantom coiling up like a snake about to strike in the air. “Men should be assertive and follow their passions!”

“Oh, is that so?” he was flippant, curious to see where the conversation would lead.

“Of course, master,” she doubled down, “didn’t you know at least that much? That’s a little disappointing!”

“Matters of the heart can’t be helped,” he echoed back her earlier words. That she would get so worked up—to the point of subconsciously gripping at the strap that attached her swords to her back—was curious. It was true that he could not recall any experience in romance but it was also true that he could not recall much beyond the present. Try as he might anything he might have felt could be as easily a nearly-forgotten memory as it could be a product of imagination. There was simply no way of being sure.

“...” Youmu didn’t have a real good follow up.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, hoping to move on from the subject, “we will be working together and our common goal takes precedence. There is no time for anything but success.”

“That sounds a little sad,” Youmu said, “shouldn’t it always be time for love?”

“Maybe it should be,” he conceded. The truth was that he didn’t have a very strong opinion on the subject. His priorities were different. Understanding who he was and why he was around seemed more important. “I’ll certainly think about things,” he struck a conciliatory tone.

“No, no, it’s not about thinking!” Youmu lashed out. The intensity of her objection seemed to take even herself by surprise; her next few words were deliberately quiet and devoid of emotion, “like using my sword or tending to the garden, both those things are done without thinking. If you think too much you don’t get anything done. It’s the same as that.”

“Let me put it this way: I’m not sure how I feel. But when I do, I’ll make sure to let you know. Sound fair?” he attempted again to get her to drop the subject.

The trick worked. Youmu sighed but ultimately agreed, “I’ll be there to cheer you on. I just hope you don’t mess things up.”

“Yes, master,” he patted her shoulder once again, laughing. Youmu tried to make herself seem small, realizing just how embarrassing her outburst had actually been. It may well have been that she regretted imposing her opinion on him but she kept mum, instead grabbing another rice cracker.

Without supervision, Shinji decided to that a change of scenery was needed. If only to force a change of topic. He traced his steps back through the building and found his way outside. He went to where a cluster of rabbits had gathered by the side of the building, curious as to what was going on. None of them seemed special, unlike Reisen, and looked like the typical garden-variety of rabbit. Youmu commented about their cuteness and they seemed to perk up and started hopping around.

“Would you really eat mochi prepared by rabbits?” Shinji asked of his companion, not able to picture any of of those white and brown rabbits capable of much.

“Oh, I’m sure that the ones like Reisen also help out,” Youmu said, “this is a pretty big place. I bet that there’s all sorts around.”

“You’re right about that,” a new arrival interrupted. A girl in a pink dress, short with messy black hair and two very floppy rabbit ears appeared out of seemingly nowhere. The pack of rabbits all flocked about her on sight, tittering and hopping about happily. She smiled and bowed, a carrot-shaped necklace flopping out in front of her.

Shinji returned the bow. Youmu looked at her master and followed suit.

“Our mochi is pretty tasty,” the girl boasted, “but I think we might have to charge outsiders for the privilege. Rice isn’t free, you know.”

“We’re guests of Eirin,” Youmu huffed, “would you really ask for money from a guest?”

“I know that,” the girl smiled, showing a polite smile, “I’m just saying that nothing is free in life. The favor you’re doing is in return for a reward, isn’t it? It’s the same.”

“Hm, so you know what we’re up to?” Shinji asked.

“I know about most things that happen in this forest,” she said, “I’m the leader of the rabbits here. Tewi, nice to meetcha.”

“Shinji,” he said, “this is Youmu.”

“We’ve met,” Tewi shrugged, ignoring Youmu for the most part.

“Isn’t Reisen the leader of the rabbits?” Youmu asked. The question got no response.

Instead, Tewi sidled up to Shinji, carrying a small rabbit in her arms like a child. She made him an offer, “I can help you make sure that things go smoothly. Eirin doesn’t really care if you win or lose but I can make it less likely that you lose.”

“And what can I assume is the price for this generous service?” he asked skeptically, recalling that “nothing is free in life”.


“I just want a share of whatever reward you get. Doesn’t have to be much, just something. That Eirin is a bit stingy with us rabbits, so I have to watch out for their welfare,” she explained, claiming the altruistic high ground.

“I don’t think she’s going to pay me,” he said, thinking, “in fact, she didn’t specify the reward at all.”

“Mister, I don’t care if she ends up giving you a big wet kiss on the lips. It’s the principle of the matter,” she laughed and puckered her small lips and made kissing noises.

“Are all rabbits this lewd?” Youmu asked Shinji quietly but not quietly enough. He had no doubt that the petite rabbit girl had overheard. Not that she seemed to care or even acknowledge that Youmu was around.

“So what is it that you’re offering exactly?” Shinji humored her some.

“Information. And, most importantly, luck,” she winked at him as if that were something that could be given away as easily as a blown kiss.

[] He accepted the innocuous bargain.
[] The deal was too sketchy to be taken seriously.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/14(Thu)15:00

>>No. 200843
[x] He accepted the innocuous bargain.
>>No. 200844
[x] He accepted the innocuous bargain.
Monkey's paw???
>>No. 200847
[x] He accepted the innocuous bargain.
>>No. 200853
[x] He accepted the innocuous bargain.

I'm sure nothing will go wrong
>>No. 200857
[x] The deal was too sketchy to be taken seriously.

Hide Tewi pacts
Ignore Tewi offers
Do not reply to Tewi deals
>>No. 200859
[x] He accepted the innocuous bargain.
>>No. 200868
Sorry, didn't have the time to write because of an insane amount of stuff happening. Instead of having a pointless filler choice I'll make up for it by having a double-sized update later.
>>No. 200876
nothing about the deal seems bad accept the vagueness and lack of details, just like our task. Though I would like to figure out what is done if we are unable to pay for what ever reason like a lack of reward or being alive or some-such complication.
>>No. 200878
>>200876
Tewi said herself that it's more about the principle, not the actual reward.
If the reward end up being just a "thanks, good job", then her cut would just be a "thanks" as well. If it ends up "being alive" then we use some of our time being alive to repay her, or something.
The deal is vague enough that if we get some metaphysical reward, then an equally vague interpretation of "sharing it" is fine. We're not signing a fine print contract for a specific percentage of it or anything.
>>No. 200893
The rabbit in Tewi’s arms craned its head up to stare at Shinji, its red eyes fearless. He found it strange that a small rabbit could seem to intensively analytical. At length, Tewi brought her head closer to her held companion. The rabbit broke its stare and looked at her and then she nodded.

“We have a deal,” she clapped her hands.

“What sort of information can a rabbit have anyhow?” Youmu muttered under her breath, questioning her master’s wisdom.

“Some time ago,” Tewi crouched down and let the rabbit gently down on the ground, “this fellow here was stuck in a storage room. A wild animal or something like it had gotten in and made a right mess. Such a waste, as everyone likes the stuff.”

“Probably left a terrible smell too,” Youmu winced, as if she had been in a similar situation before.

The rabbit she had held approached Shinji slowly and sniffed at his feet. It then pressed its white and brown body against his leg, ears jiggling excitedly. Youmu smiled at the sight, evidently finding it cute. Tewi chuckled, explaining, “he seems to like you. He regrets not having something to gift you.”

“He would give me a bottle of sake, I presume?” Shinji ventured, believing he understood what she was getting at.

“That’s certainly a fine gift,” Tewi nodded. She crouched down and pet the rabbit on its head. The rabbit gave Shinji one final sniff—its small nose twitched up and down—before darting away at high speed. He disappeared just around the corner. A chain reaction followed with all the other rabbits following his example. That only left Tewi alone. She stood and hopped back, dusting off her dress afterwards.

“Is there nothing else?” Shinji asked.

“Not for now,” The short girl replied. She put a finger to the corner of her mouth as if trying to think if she had forgotten something. With a “hmm” followed by a “ahh”, she pretended to remember recalling something. “There is one more thing,” she added, “we’re accepting donations to take the rabbits out for a fun day by the lake. Would you like to contribute?”

Shinji shrugged, “I don’t have any money on me.”

“A shame! Oh well, maybe next time.” She bowed and made ready to leave.

Youmu was having none of that. She objected loudly, “you haven’t told us anything useful!”

“That’s a rude thing to say,” Tewi responded quietly. She put on a hurt expression, her ears drooping some to nearly the level of her face. In but a moment she had become as cute and defenseless-looking as one of the many rabbits they had seen. It was enough to give Youmu some pause and make her unsure of what to say next.

Shinji did not wish to see how the rest of the scene played out. He was impatient—restless even—and simply wanted to get things moving along. His voice was quiet but steady and had the effect of capturing the attenion of everyone present, “If there is something else you can tell us, please go ahead. If not, it would probably be best if we parted ways for now.”

Tewi sighed, looking even more dejected. “Fine,” she said, “have it your way. I’m certain you’ll have the best of luck with your task. Make sure to be nice to Reisen. She deserves at least that much.”

“She’s already part of the squad,” Youmu was oddly adamant. “we are going to look out for one another.”

“If you say so...” Tewi shrugged and waved a quick goodbye. Her parting words were directed at Shinji: “Being nice even when the other person isn’t is difficult, don’t you think?”

He wished her well as she shrugged once again and left. Tewi didn’t have any more words for Youmu and it seemed that the indifference was mutual. Shinji put his hand on Youmu’s shoulder and urged her to move on. “We’ll be off soon, so make sure that your mind is focused,” he said.

“It always is,” Youmu replied, cocksure. If she had anything else to say about the short bunny in pink, she thankfully kept it to herself.

In the end, Shinji sat on a nearby stone and waited patiently for the others to arrive. He wasn’t meditating as such but he still tried to keep his mind free of any superfluous thoughts. This was a contrast with Youmu who paced around next to the wall, the phantom in tow, practicing what seemed to be various approaches to drawing her swords. It seemed to him that that was her own way of clearing her mind. He knew little of swordplay but it seemed immediately obvious that Youmu knew what she was doing.

It wasn’t too long before Reisen joined them again. She sat next to Shinji and watched Youmu do her exercises. He noticed that the rabbit now wore a belt with a holster—an odd-looking handgun dangled from it. Then again, all handguns looked odd to Shinji as he had never seen one before. He could suspect that the white tube-like device was some sort of tool or perhaps a weapon but he could not imagine that it fired colorful projectiles.

“Do you think you could win against her?” he asked quietly, surprising himself that he had asked the question.

“I think so,” she replied, “I also train in my own way.”

“Not nearly enough,” Eirin added, appearing from nearby, carrying with her a small satchel. She had taken off her cap and her long hair now seemed a little messier than before despite her braid still being in place. Though that was just Shinji’s impression; Reisen saw nothing different about her master.

“Everything is ready?” Shinji wasted no time trying to get into gear. He stood up and accepted the satchel from Eirin. He used the long strap to hang it from his shoulder.

“Everything you require is in there,” she said, “along with detailed instructions on how to administer the drugs. You should leave that part to Reisen, however. She is my assistant for medical matters and should be able to do it competently.”

“I’ll do my best,” the rabbit nodded.

Eirin stopped to watch Youmu for a moment. She crossed her arms and remarked, “She sure is energetic, isn’t she?”

“I hope she won’t be too tired later...” Reisen said.

Shinji wasn’t too interested in talking about Youmu. Instead, he used the opportunity to turn Tewi’s information into action. “I need a favor,” he said to Eirin.

“Oh?” Eirin appeared somewhat surprised. “What is it that you need?”

“A bottle of sake.”

“Planning to drink on the job?” she joked, looking at him with a smile. The smile, however, didn’t match the cool energy in her eyes. They scrutinized both him and his request, showing that cogs were always turning in her head.

“It’s not that,” he said, “if you could spare a bottle, it could make this task easier.”

“Hmm...” Eirin stopped to think about it. And gave an order, “Udongein, fetch a bottle from the pantry.”

“Thank you,” he nodded as the rabbit went back inside to get the sake. There was a moment of silence as they continued to watch Youmu. Whether or not Eirin thought that giving him a bottle of sake was wise was immaterial—it was clear to Shinji that she would not stand in the way of his decisions. Looking at the how objectively required non-interference.

Youmu worked herself up to a light sweat by the time that Reisen returned. The rabbit had a large bottle with her. The letters on the label were unrecognizable to Shinji but he accepted the sake with a smile, putting it away in the satchel. He had to move a small box and a vial but it all fit without issues.

“Udongein,” Eirin instructed, “take them to that person’s home. Tell her about the medicine but let him make the decisions on how to approach the situation. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Reisen nodded, “I’ll listen to him as I would you.”

“Good, good,” Eirin nodded, “do try and take care. I think it unlikely that there will be trouble but you’ll be dealing with very irrational people so watch out.”

“Youmu,” Shinji called out, “it’s time to go.”

After saying their goodbyes—and allowing Youmu a moment to go back inside and wash her face—they set off into the woods. Reisen took the lead, her footsteps light and quick. Shinji followed close, attempting to avoid all bamboo and obstacles. Finally, Youmu was at the rear, scanning in every direction in case she had to jump into action.

He thought that it was perhaps just his imagination but Shinji thought he caught glimpses of rabbits every now and again. If so, then they were being observed. It stood to reason that Tewi might want to keep an eye out on them and how they were doing. In that case, they would be better off simply keeping up with them as he had no intention to hide what he was up to from anyone.

It took them about a quarter hour to twenty minutes to reach their destination. There was another clearing in the bamboo forest—far smaller but still cleverly hidden away in the green maze. There was virtually no chance that someone might accidentally stumble upon the area. A small wooden building, made from a mix of wood and bamboo, stood in the clearing. There were clothes hung out by the front so it seemed that someone lived there.

“We’re here,” Reisen said, “the rest is up to you.”

“Any advice?” he asked her.

“It may be best if I stay out of sight at first. Eientei hasn’t always been on the most friendly of terms with others at times,” she explained diplomatically. It didn’t tell him much except that she was reluctant to go up and knock on the door.

Someone definitely was at home. Shinji spotted a trail of smoke coming from a small chimney towards the back. Youmu stuck close to Shinji, looking around for anything that could be a threat. She was ready for a fight if one was to be had. Though he doubted it would come to that, he wondered whether or not caution was necessary or if an open approach would be best.

[] There was nothing wrong with approaching as a group.
[] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/16(Sat)16:00

>>No. 200896
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.

Maybe two would be fine, but showing up with a posse to someone's house (someone who's apparently 'irrational') and attempt to feed them mysterious medicine they won't want to take... I don't see it working. Granted I don't see it working alone either, but what can you do. Maybe you could fake a friendly visit of sorts first, then ease in the whole medicine deal later.

In fact, that's what I'm assuming that's what the sake is pointing towards. It's a gift. How do you present gifts(bribes) when you're trying to get something you want? It's not a fee you present over a counter and get handed what you want back. It's a social sort of situation, and I think one-on-one is more suitable for that. Besides, Youmu would probably put her foot in her mouth.


Also I just gotta note that this entire mission is shifty as hell and in another situation where it didn't happen to be the whole point of the story and the alternative weren't death, I'd be trying to find the first opportunity to nope outta it. You've gotta be really dumb to just go along with things when you have fuck all idea what's happening, what's at stake, and everyone else seems to be having a laugh at your expense.
>>No. 200900
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.

Drink
>>No. 200902
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.
>>No. 200909
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.
>>No. 200910
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.
>>No. 200913
[x] Shinji wished to make a good first impression by himself.
Wait, is this Mokomoko or are we getting a crossover with Kagewoo already?
>>No. 200920
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Shinji told his companions to let him approach the home alone. There was no verbal objection though Youmu looked with the side of her eyes at him with skepticism; the phantom echoed the sentiment and stiffened with tension. Shinji smiled at his companions both to reassure them and to remind them that it was their duty to have confidence in him. For better or worse, there was a hierarchy to follow.

He approached the hut openly and without caution. To hesitate would invite suspicion, he reasoned. There was no need for him to hide who he was nor why he was there. Giving a sharp rap on the door, he awaited a reply.

The squeaking of wooden floorboards and footsteps confirmed that someone was at home. When the door opened it revealed a young girl with very long pale hair with a ribbon on top and several more down along its length. She wore a comfortable-looking blouse and red trouser combination that fit her loosely. “Are you lost?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“I don’t believe I am,” Shinji replied, “I’ve come to see you.”

“No, you are lost,” she insisted, “I saw it on your face earlier.”

“Earlier?” he narrowed his brow, somewhat confused as to when that was. More importantly, he wondered why would she ask the question if she already knew the answer.

“It’s easy to spot you,” she said with a shrug, choosing not to elaborate. “I’m not going to turn you away, at any rate. Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, I would,” he said, surprised at how quickly things progressed.

The girl looked over beyond his shoulder at his two companions in the distance. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “any reason they are standing around?”

“I wished to meet you first myself,” Shinji said, finding no reason to withhold the truth, “not knowing you, I didn’t want to overwhelm your attention.”

“Hmm… I’m flattered by your consideration,” the girl smiled, finding the explanation amusing. She ignored the pair of companions purposefully and urged him to come in by himself. He could feel Youmu’s attention intensely focused on him but she stayed put. Maybe that was what amused the girl the most, he figured.

Shinji was ushered into a the small home. It was a cozy wooden building that had only two or three doors. The largest space, that connected right to the entrance was a combination of living area and kitchen. In fact, it had all sorts of things in it including laundered clothes, a painted wall scroll and a table and chairs. Towards the back a traditional stove had a fire lit under it and something stewing in a pot smelled good.

The girl sat at the table and urged him to do the same. “So, do you have a name?” she asked, “or does it not matter?”

“It’s Shinji,” he introduced himself.

“Right. Mokou, for whatever it’s worth,” she said indifferently.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he nodded, “you know why I’m here, right?”

“I believe so.”

“Here are the things that I am to give you,” Shinji reached for his satchel, placing it in front of her on the table. He undid the clasp and first produced the bottle of sake. “This,” he said, “is a gift I wanted to give you as a sign of good will.”

“Say, now isn’t that lovely?” she smirked and took the bottle from him. “I wonder how you got something like this from those strange folks. Did you have to promise your firstborn?”

“If you mean Eirin, then all I had to do was ask,” he told her. “She gave me the bottle with no preconditions.”

“Awfully generous of her,” she said, “then again, this whole venture is uncharacteristically generous of her. Makes me a little suspicious if I’m honest. Know someone like that for as long as I have and there’s good reason to not trust them.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t really know anything about her. Or you, really. I’m doing this as a favor to someone else,” he stated.

“Is that so? Not a curious bone in your body is there?” she leaned back in her chair, folding her arms.

“I’m curious alright,” he replied, fetching the remaining things in the satchel, “it just doesn’t make that much of a difference to me and it would be rude to pry.”

“I can respect that, I suppose,” Mokou said, laughing. Her eyes lit up for a moment before returning to a more serious default. “Well, I doubt you’re an assassin. Even if you came with a moon rabbit and a girl who seems to like swords a lot.”

“I am not a violent man, so I would make for a poor assassin,” he said. Although there was no accounting for his past he could at least say that his behavior throughout the day had been anything but aggressive.

“You couldn’t kill me even if you tried,” she stated dryly. With some interest she examined one of the vials that he had produced from the satchel. A clear liquid sloshed around inside. She then looked at the small box and opened it, finding sundry medical supplies including bandages and ointment. “That Eirin is being very generous indeed.”

“What’s all that for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“This?” she picked up the small jar of ointment. “This is to help my injuries be a little less unpleasant in the future. Of course, it won’t do much for a broken leg but I’m always getting nicks and scratches every which where.”

“Oh, do you do dangerous work then?” he asked.

“Not really...” she shrugged yet again. Apparently there was a limit to how interested she was in talking about herself.

“Oh, it’s just that this is a large amount of supplies so I just assumed...”

“It’s not all for me,” she stated and her expression darkened.

“...”

“You may go back with your friends if you like,” she said after a pause, “you get passing marks for this job.”

Shinji felt in his gut that she was simply trying to avoid a more fundamental issue. If things were as simple as a delivery then Eirin would not have sent him. He apologized silently to his companions outside but he would be a while longer. A shameless imposition seemed necessary.

[] He suggested sharing a drink.
[] A direct question or two would save everyone’s time.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/17(Sun)13:00

>>No. 200921
[x] A direct question or two would save everyone’s time.
Might as well just cut across.
>>No. 200923
[x] A direct question or two would save everyone’s time.
>>No. 200924
[x] He suggested sharing a drink.

Drink
>>No. 200925
[x] He suggested sharing a drink.

Gensokyo's favorite pasttime.
>>No. 200927
[x] He suggested sharing a drink.
>>No. 200936
[x] He suggested sharing a drink.

Since she wants to avoid telling us, she probably won't answer a direct question and just tell us to leave. However if we share a drink, even if we don't get an answer we will have at least had a good time.
>>No. 200959
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“I don’t think it’s time to leave yet,” Shinji said. He had decided to be a nuisance for a while longer. He reached for the bottle of sake. “Care to offer your guest a drink?”

“Sure, why not?” she shrugged, not at all bothered by the imposition. Mokou stood up and went to a cupboard and produced a pair of clear cups. Her standards of cleanliness were evidently second-to-none as she simply ran her fingers along the rim of each to get the dust off. She handed a cup over and placed the other in front of herself.

He opened the sake bottle deftly; the top twisted off with a satisfying click as its seal was broken. There was no need to wait on ceremony and so he poured right away into both cups. “Cheers,” he said, bringing the sake up to his lips. Mokou was following his lead and mumbled a “cheers” of her own.

The sake was flavorful. Smooth and with a hint of sweetness that neutralized some of the astringent taste of the alcohol. He could not recall ever drinking before but somehow knew that he was privileged to try something a cut above the usual. As the cups were small, both he and the girl finished their drinks in just two or so greedy sips.

“That Eirin...” Mokou sighed, “she may well kill me with this instead of a blade.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I would down this whole bottle by myself,” she explained with a smirk.

“Good that you’re enjoying it,” he said, pouring up more sake. He felt a warmth spreading from the pit of his stomach to the rest of the body. It was very different than the tea Yuyuko offered—less restorative when it came to his senses but still lively in its own way. Indeed, he felt more alive than ever, even feeling hunger for the first time that he could recall.

“So what’s your plan? Get me drunk and then what?” she certainly didn’t hide her thoughts.

“Talk,” he replied simply.

“Not charm me into spilling all of my secrets?”

“If you feel like it,” he said, “I am content to sit and drink and see what happens.”

They drank some more. Neither one pressed for conversation but instead relaxed in their own way; Shinji enjoyed the taste of the drink and the warming feeling it generating while Mokou collapsed ever more onto her chair, going as far as putting her foot up against the edge of the table. The periodic sound of pouring liquid was the only think that broke up the background noise of a simmering pot and crackling stove fuel.

“You’ve a weird stare,” Mokou stated rather bluntly, “those brown eyes of yours look like they’re staring somewhere else all the time. Far away. Can’t say that I like it.”

“Isn’t that a little rude?” he said, finding her comment more amusing than insulting. He had no real awareness of what appeared like most of the time. There were no memories, no idiosyncrasies that he could identify. To be told he looked distant was novel.

The girl shrugged, leaning back into her chair. “It’s unsettling to talk to someone who doesn’t seem to be at all here.”

“That may well be the case,” he said, “I’m supposedly dead.”

“Shit, really?” Mokou propped herself up again. She put her elbows on the table and leaned in, looking like some sort of clever bird trying to figure out a puzzle. With a “feh” followed by another grunt as she looked closely at his face, she added, “you look normal enough. Then again this is Genoskyo. Appearances aren’t everything.”

“I don’t feel very dead, if that matters,” he said. It remained the case that he could feel a faint heartbeat, he seemed to breathe and felt everything else that the living did. As far as he could tell. It wasn’t like he had much choice when it came to a frame of reference.

Without asking, Mokou reached out and touched his face, running her hand from his cheek to chin. “Soft and not freezing cold. You’re not a corpse,” she said, “though you might need a shave.”

“I like my beard,” he retorted, running his fingers through the soft hairs on his chin.

“Just my opinion,” she shrugged again.

The roles reversed as she began to pour the next few rounds of drinks. They had worked their way through a third and then more of the bottle in a remarkably short amount of time. Shinji felt mostly the same though perhaps his reflexes had dulled a bit. Mokou sat stoney-faced across from the table, apparently impervious to the effects of alcohol.

“Join me?” she asked, tilting her head at the pot, “food ought to be ready.”

“Sure,” he shrugged, adopting her mannerisms every-so-slightly.

Mokou had prepared a simple stew. Stewed bamboo shoots, appropriately enough. A few other vegetables and no meat. It had become thick with time and she poured the food into a pair of small bowls. She placed them on the table and grabbed a pair of spoons from the same cupboard as before. It seemed like they were going to continue drinking even as they ate—she poured more sake into their empty cups.

Shinji found it hard to eat the boiling-hot food right away. He blew on every spoonful before bringing it into his mouth. The taste was simple and earthy—and quite likely very nutritious. It took some work to cool and consume the food and his pace was very measured. That wasn’t the case for Mokou who simply eat spoon after spoon of the stuff without minding the heat in the least. He was close to sweating after a few mouthfuls; she seemed as normal as could be.

With her sustained pace, Mokou was the first to finish. She drank more and watched him eat silently. He could not tell what went on in her mind: her eyes betrayed no judgment, no particular thoughts. At one point she turned her head and covered her mouth, emitting a muffled bit of flatulence from her stomach. She didn’t draw attention to it but neither did she seem particularly embarrassed.

“I enjoyed the meal,” Shinji said, finally finishing up his stew about ten minutes after she had cleared her bowl. Despite having eaten, he felt somewhat inebriated. No wonder—the sake bottle was about half-full.

“How old are you?” she asked quite out of the blue.

“...I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “I’m dead, remember? I guess age is meaningless when you’re not alive.”

“I think I see why she sent you here,” she said quietly. Finishing off her cup, her expression darkened once again. There was no way of telling what she could possibly be thinking about.

“Who, Eirin?” he tried a guess. He felt that his thoughts were harder to pull into clear order.

Mokou became visibly agitated, her left leg restlessly moving as she tried to slump back into her chair. Finding that she couldn’t quite sit still, she yo-yoed back upright and drummed her fingers on the surface of the table. She didn’t offer a response to his question, instead pouring more sake and commanding tersely, “drink.”

[] They allowed things to be pushed further.
[] It was time to change course.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/18(Mon)13:30

>>No. 200960
[x] It was time to change course.
I don't think she's charmed.
>>No. 200961
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.
what's the worst that could happen?
>>No. 200964
[X] It was time to change course.
>>No. 200966
[x] It was time to change course.

said course is getting drunk with Mokou
>>No. 200969
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.
>>No. 200972
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.
>>No. 200973
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.

Drink
>>No. 200974
[x] It was time to change course.
Don't be passive Shinji, you came here with a goal, and getting smashed won't help you accomplish it.
>>No. 200975
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.
>>No. 200977
[x] They allowed things to be pushed further.
>>No. 200989
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He held up his glass at eye level. The clear liquid sloshed but did not spill as he then brought it quickly to his lips. He drank as Mokou did—quickly and quietly. Whatever questions either may have had for the other went unasked as they settled on an almost-mechanical routine. That was just as well since the mental haze grew stronger in his mind and he found himself incapable of reasoning about much of anything.

In contrast to his fluttery state of mind and clumsy movements, Mokou seemed to become more precise in her actions. Every time that she poured, she made sure every single drop landed in the glass. Her stare was hard and unrelenting, kept firm on his face at nearly all times. Though she did little to hold her involuntary tics in check—her legs alternated between swinging from the chair and tapping her foot softly on the floor—there was unchanging intent in her continuous libations.

Shinji had to confess to feeling intimidated. Her intensity was overwhelming and he could not think of much he could say that would not sound stupid. Even flashing her a smile seemed like a big ask, one with unknown consequences. He stroked his chin hairs silently, too self-conscious to even “hmm” or “eh” while he thought. He could not say that he was a prideful man but there was something just so pathetic about his situation.

The pressure had built up to an incredible degree. Between the physical intoxication and the mental corralling he was just about ready to flop onto the table, apoplectic. What he actually thought or even what he felt didn’t really matter. Not any longer. In this most wretched of states, where he could do nothing but stare at her uncaring eyes, he voiced some nonsense, asking, “Are we to finish the rest of the bottle?”

Mokou poured another drink. Not much was left, less than a fourth. “Of course!” was the obvious answer but it remained unspoken. Instead, the girl shook the bottle and looked at him with a frown. Without finishing the drink in her cup, she drank directly from the bottle, gulping as one might when drinking the antidote to a terrible poison. She handed over the bottle to him, shoving it in front of his face silently.

The investment he had put into drinking was considerable. A lack of inhibitions had been subverted into something dark and uneasy as he did not know what could happen next. He felt weak and vulnerable as a result. Oddly, this sensation wasn’t the only one at the fore: his confidence abounded. This was unfounded, perhaps, but it was just about the only positive emotion that he could still reach out at. Just because he could not see all ends or, indeed, assess much of the present, that did not diminish his resolve. In other words, it was stubbornness that kept him going. This stubbornness was both manifest in his sunk costs and the belief that all would be well.

He gripped the bottle tightly, as if trying to make sure that it would not slip his hands as he did what needed to be done. Without much restraint he put the bottle to his lips. It was wet with more than just sake but he did not mind the indirect exchange at all. He drank as wildly as Mokou had and soon finished off most of what remained.

Mokou laughed. He passed the bottle back to her and laughed as well. She drank most of what remained before passing it off one last time back to him. He did the honors of extinguishing the rest of the fiery fluid. When all was said and done not a single drop remained. They tittered at some unspoken joke that they both understood at an instinctual level.

As they quieted down, she seized the initiative. Her words enounced deliberately, an attempt to keep the mental slosh at bay, “How did you die?”

“Yes, I’m dead,” he said out loud, confirming that basic fact mostly to himself. He shook his head, telling her the truth, “I don’t… right well remember how.”

“How, I mean, how do you not? Dying just—just the once is a big deal.”

“I just don’t know,” he insisted. It frustrated him, sure. But it was what it was, he reasoned. He still felt alive. The conclusion he hastily reached was that that was the reason he couldn’t remember. He was the same as ever.

His reply frustrated Mokou. She drummed hard on the table, trying to think of how someone couldn’t remember their own death. “I mean,” she offered a theory excitedly, “maybe you hit your head really hard.”

“Probably would have a scar from that, right?” he ran his fingers through his short hair, finding that everything felt normal.

“Maybe we should shave you completely, get rid of that beard as well,” she suggested.

“I said that I like my beard, so nope,” he offered a stalwart defense of facial hair, “Eirin said it made me look handsome.”

“Why don’t you just marry her then, sheesh,” Mokou waved a hand dismissively at him. “I have every right to my own opinions, you, you know that, right?”

“I do, but it’s the same for me. How would you like it if I started talking about your hair and all that other stuff?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my hair,” she said and held up long clumps of her hair up to his face. “See, see?!” was the unspoken question. “You don’t know much about anything,” she frowned, going quickly to dour then back to irreverent with a laugh, “who could trust anything about a guy who can’t even remember how he died?”

He pouted, feeling her attack unfair. “Normal people don’t worry about how they die. You’re just weird. I mean, who drinks a whole bottle of sake with someone they just met?”

“Hey, you did that too,” she shrugged it off. “You did that and did a lot more.”

“Maybe I died drinking, I don’t know. It feels like I could die again,” he said whatever.

Mokou rocked back and forth in her chair, building up to a burst of energy. She stood—altogether too quickly and almost lost her footing—and managed to drag herself back to her stove and kitchen area. He both hoped and feared that she would produce another bottle of stupidly delicious alcohol.

Instead, she came back with something far more sinister in her hands: a knife.

“Don’t try to kill me, that’s not nice,” he said, joking.

“I was thinking about it. If you’re dead already then… well then it’s probably alright, right?” she said with a stupid smile, as if that made all the sense in the world. “I remember dying all the time. So how the hell can you not?”

“Oh, so you’re dead too?” he asked. It hadn’t been obvious to him that she was some sort of ghost or zombie. Maybe the ribbons that looked like seals should have been a giveaway, he reckoned. What an odd thing he had been caught up in.

Mokou smiled at him, stopping about an arm’s length away from him. “No, don’t be stupid. Me—I’m alive. So alive that I can never die,” she said. “I’ll prove it to you if you want!”

She held the blade up against her bosom. Shinji wasn’t an expert at anatomy but despite her very awkward starts and stops it looked like she knew how to best slip a knife past the ribcage. “No, let’s not kill ourselves,” he shook his head, “can’t we, uh, agree that we’re just who we are and the rest doesn’t matter?”

“That’s stupid, you’re stupid,” Mokou shook her head and waved her knife-wielding arm up in exasperation. It sliced through the air but not much else. At once maudlin, she said with her eyes turning red, “People who haven’t died can’t understand what it’s like. That I want to know what you felt and what happened after—it’s not my fault, alright!”

“Don’t be like that, shh, shh,” he tried to keep her from crying. He reached out at her and found that she allowed herself to be pulled closer. In fact, she was unable to keep herself on her feet for much longer. Mokou collapsed onto him, straddling him and rocking the chair back and forth. He felt the hardness of the flat side of the knife between him and her.

“Crap, I shouldn’t have made fun of your beard,” she whispered something really unimportant.

“That’s okay,” he said, at a loss for any other real words. “We drank a lot. And pretty quickly too. And your hair is nice.”

“I know, right?” she said proudly. “It takes a lot of work to keep it like that. Cutting it is a pain.”

It may have hurt to have her full weight on his lap. He couldn’t tell, feeling numbed by both the effects of the drink and the smell of stew mixed with sake that came from Mokou. He probably smelled the same. Maybe a little sweaty on account of having been out and about all day. He wasn’t able to think of anything much more interesting than things of that vein.

“I should get off you, this is pretty awkward,” she laughed like it was no big deal. It wasn’t flirtatious or even remotely sexual as far as they were concerned. Just two people sharing a chair because of the way the universe worked.

Mokou tried to push off but found that if she tried to dismount by putting down one leg first, she would lose balance on the other side. That elicited a quick shuffle and scramble as she held onto his clothes and the back of the chair for fear of slipping. Needless to say that a person of sound mind would have just… stood but circumstances conspired against them. The chair rocked back and forth.

Just when it seemed that she had gotten the hand of it—Shinji was helping stabilize her by stiffening his shoulders—disaster struck. The chair rocked a little too back and then a little too forth. At some point contact with the ground was lost. The laws of physics took care of the rest: all went to the ground with a loud crash. The chair took the worse of it, one of its legs snapping clean off.

Shinji groaned and found that the back of the chair had slipped from under him and was helpfully at his side. His legs were pinned and there was still a heavy weight on top of him. Predictably, Mokou had fallen right on him. She was on all fours with her knees thankfully only next to his legs but with both palms rooted in his chest. Her hair was splayed out all over him like a silver veil.

“This really hurts,” she complained, grimacing. The reason for her pain was immediately obvious—as she fell the knife had slipped and had cut up part of her forearm. “Stupid bloody thing,” she said of the knife, picking it up and removing her hands from his chest.

They both stared at the blade, somehow enthralled by how blood rolled down its edge.

Before any suggestion of treatment could be uttered, their private moment came to an abrupt end. The door had come open and it revealed a very serious-faced Youmu brandishing her dual swords. She scanned the room quickly and her gaze fell upon Shinji first, then Mokou, finally the bloody knife in her hand.

“Stop that at once!” Youmu thundered, seeming several times larger than she was.

“You stop!” Shinji fired back, managing to have enough presence of mind to nip the obvious misunderstanding in the bud. “We’re not fighting! We’re friendy, good friends, right?”

“The best of friends!” Mokou agreed, rolling off of him and coming to a rest on the floor, rear-end first. It was the least threatening pose that Shinji could imagine someone ever adopting: a girl with a bleeding arm, close to slipping into a supine state with her hair now a mess.

Mokou’s eyes met Shinji’s. They giggled at one another, sharing a joke no one else on the planet would understand.

Youmu certainly didn’t get it. She continued to grip her swords but she was, in a word, perplexed. There was no danger, obviously. But just what on earth had happened? Why had they taken so long? She had hear raised voices. Reisen had told her to keep her distance but she could not help but feed her sense of curiosity. She hadn’t been eavesdropping—she had just been close to the door for a while. Seeing if there were signs of anything wrong. It was part of her duty to her master. And, well, she thought with some frustration: Why the crashing noises? She certainly hadn’t acted out of turn.

“Oh, e-everyone is here,” Shinji said with another laugh as he spotted Reisen peering into the house from the doorway.

“You’re drunk,” Youmu said with a very disapproving frown.

“Yeah, well, why aren’t you?” Mokou answered for him. He felt that she raised a valid point. Youmu could do with some loosening up.

“...” it seemed like Youmu didn’t have a good answer. A clear case of check and then mate.

“We should totally get going,” Mokou continued, rubbing her still bleeding arm with her other hand. That did little but smear blood on her pale skin.

“We’re going somewhere?” Shinji asked, feeling that he had forgotten something earlier in conversation, maybe. He struggled to not just lie defeated on the floor. His head swam and so he had to concentrate a lot just to prop himself up on his elbows and sit up. He winked at Mokou and then flashed what he thought was the most reassuring sign that he was fine: a smile infused with his pure, raw and unwavering internal confidence.

“Yeah, no time like now to put that medicine to use. We should go to the village before it gets dark,” she said, “I didn’t want to go alone but if you’re there then it’s fine. Alive or dead, it doesn’t really matter anymore. We can be either together.”

“It doesn’t look like you can go anywhere,” Youmu said, exasperated. Reisen nodded in agreement but stayed quiet.

“That sounds like a challenge. I like challenges,” Mokou said and then looked at Shinji, “don’t you?”

[] Challenges made life worth living.
[] Hugs were really nice as well.

Time remaining: ::Timer ended at: 2019/11/19(Tue)14:40

>>No. 200990
[x] Hugs were really nice as well.

Objectively correct
>>No. 200994
[x] Hugs were really nice as well.
>>No. 200998
[x] Hugs were really nice as well.
>>No. 201000
[x] Challenges made life worth living.
>>No. 201006
[x] Hugs were really nice as well.
>>No. 201013
[x] Challenges made life worth living.
Maximum drunken confidence.
>>No. 201028
It was challenging for him to sit without wobbling. Shinji couldn’t even conceive of actual struggle, something like running around outside was beyond his capacity. Though it dismayed Mokou, he had to speak from the heart, “There’s a lot of really nice things in life. Sake, friends, hugs. All three sound really good.”

“Such a lack of passion!” Mokou clucked her tongue and tried to stand. Her legs were as wobbly as his. She used the table as support, dragging herself up with her arms. It took the realization that she still held her knife for her to let it go and coordinate herself better. Past that struggle, however, she seemed stable enough and was able to stand and face those present. “I’m going out,” she announced.

Shinji sighed. He wished he could simply lie down and enjoy the feeling of the cool floor for a while longer. But, duty called. His disciple was watching and that rabbit that had been entrusted to him probably looked up to him as well. Not to mention, his drinking buddy was in need. How could he abandon a friend? Naturally, he thought, he should be an example for all.

Elegance wasn’t really his goal so he propped himself up as efficiently as possible—putting one hand after the other and grunting as his legs struggled to stay firm. He faced Mokou, looking directly into her eyes. The girl seemed to ask “what’s your deal?” and he was happy to answer, stating, “if you’re going to do all that then I have to come with. But there’s no need to do it right away, right?”

“Why wait?” she asked, impatient only as someone who had successfully shut off the more grounded voices in their head could be.

“Ah, well, that’s a really good question,” Shinji nodded, giving her skepticism the full treatment of his presently sagacious intellect. He stroked the hairs on his chin but, deciding that this wasn’t nearly enough hair to manipulate given the importance of the matter, he moved on to playing with locks on his head that had become disheveled as they had drank and moved about. The added gravitas had an impact on Mokou: her attention was solely focused on him.

It was Reisen who first spoke up and said what Shinji would have undoubtedly concluded had he not been so deep in a thought loop. “That wound ought to be treated,” she said quietly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Shinji nodded, “you shouldn’t go bleeding around everywhere. Not only is it bad for you but it’s really off-putting to others. If there’s a mission you have to do everything to ensure its success.”

He thought that that was very sensible leadership on display. He would have patted himself on the back for that but it would look bad to the others. Being modest was also a vital leadership trait. No one liked a braggart.

“Oh?” Mokou looked at her still-bleeding arm. “This will just fix itself soon enough. But I guess it does look weird. Not as weird if I had cut deeper but I guess I could see people maybe getting queasy about a little blood.”

“Reisen!” Shinji called out for the rabbit, sweeping his hand dramatically towards her. The rabbit flinched, not at all expecting his outburst. He smiled at her and did not miss a beat. “Could you please use your wonderful skills to help out my friend? I’m sure if you do it, you can bandage her in no time at all.” Turning to Mokou, he asked, “That’s fine, isn’t it?”

“Guess so,” Mokou nodded, taken in by the theatricality of the exchange. “Make it quick, please!”

Mokou sat down in the chair she had been in earlier and held out her arm in a very exaggerated fashion. It was as if she were presenting it to a surgeon who had decided to lop it off with a sharp blade. As Shinji leaned up against a wall to steady himself, Reisen got to work. She recruited an annoyed Youmu, telling her to fetch water while she rummaged through the supplies that Shinji had brought.

Shinji vaguely thought it important to watch how the rabbit chose to clean and bandage the wound. He watched as she used the bucket that Youmu fetched to wipe clean the smeared splatter of blood. She identified the actual wound—a finger-sized shallow incision that ran along the forearm—and then applied a powder to the area. Mokou winced some but then smiled, putting on a brave face. As the final step, Reisen wrapped the wound up snugly with a bandage and put on a tiny elastic clasp to hold it in place.

“Thank you,” Mokou remembered her manners, smiling at the rabbit. “You’re wasted on that hag, I don’t know what you see in her.”

To that, Reisen smiled awkwardly, opting not to bother with a full reply.

“You should rest,” Youmu opined, “when I hurt myself training I know better than to push myself.”

“Ah, but I’m not training,” Mokou countered. She stood up again and joined Shinji up against the wall. The two sober people present stole a glance at each other, asking what it was they should do. “You’re a strange dead guy,” Mokou bumped her shoulder into his.

“You’re strange and you’re alive,” he said, feeling that there was some deep wisdom there.

“True, true,” she agreed. “I have to thank you too.”

“Oh yeah? For what?”

“Drinking and getting this messed up with me,” she laughed and launched an assault on him. It was a very awkward operation, with her hands accidentally groping or missing their marks at first. Still, once he understood what she was going for, he did his best to help. He turned his body so that she could hug him better, squeezing around his back tightly. She let go and grinned, “That’s a nice thing about life, you are right.”

“I guess fair is fair,” he said, “we can go whenever you want.”

“You think maybe your friends want hugs too?” Mokou inquired. “Not from me, hah, but from you? The one with the phantom looks jealous.”

“Am not!” Youmu fired back childishly. “I’m just angry that you’re doing wicked things to my master.”

“What, hugging him?” Mokou laughed again.

“No, leading him to drink so much that he loses all of his sense,” Youmu huffed. She looked to Reisen for support, “Don’t you think so too?”

“This is a silly discussion,” Reisen tried to remain neutral on the issue. It was clear to all that she wasn’t amused with the situation but she also was more disciplined with her thoughts.

“Wicked things?” Shinji repeated quietly to himself. He could not fathom how having a friend show affection could be wicked. Still, he wasn’t happy that his companion was upset. “I’m sorry Youmu,” he said, “I’ve been inconsiderate of your feelings.”

“Ah, Master Shinji!” Youmu was surprised by his declaration. “I didn’t mean to criticize you. It’s not your fault that this wicked woman tricked you.”

“I wasn’t tricked,” he said, “I drank because I wanted to. In fact, I’d probably drink a little bit more if there were any left.”

“There might be another bottle of something less good somewhere,” Mokou commented helpfully.

“I just meant,” Shinji tried to remain focused, “well, I just meant that I’m sorry for worrying you. But I’m fine. I made my own decisions. You should make your own. It’ll be fine, too.”

It may not have been the most coherent expression of how he felt but he hoped that Youmu would understand where he was coming from. The girl sighed, deflated. It seemed to him that maybe she did get it, after all.

“Let’s get going!” Mokou interjected impatiently. She hit him in the shoulder again like an overeager puppy might smack his snout into whomever it demanded attention from.

“Okay, fine,” Shinji relented, finding that he could not say no to her.

With Reisen’s help, Mokou gathered what she needed to take from the table and stuffed it into the satchel. She tossed it over to Shinji, who managed to catch it and not make a fool of himself. Off to an auspicious start to the next leg of the adventure by the look of it.

Walking was probably the most inefficient way they had of getting about. At any given moment they could trip and fall. That’s why he was in full agreement when Mokou suggested flying to the village. The catch was that flying in a straight line was also a challenge in its own way. Both drunk members of the party felt especially weighed down by gravity and prone to being affected by the wind and other factors. There was a solution that, thankfully: pooling resources together.

[] The two combined forces to make it to their destination.
[] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.
>>No. 201030
[x] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.
They're already dead weight, so may as well go the whole hog.
>>No. 201031
[x] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.

I don't trust this drunk hobo to get us where we need to go
>>No. 201032
[x] The two combined forces to make it to their destination.

The drunken duo.
>>No. 201034
[x] The two combined forces to make it to their destination.
>>No. 201035
[X] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.

As funny as it would be to watch the Gensokyo equivalent of a pair of drunks leaning on each other, stumbling home after a night of drinking, I don't think neither Youmu nor Reisen would find it as amusing as us readers would.
>>No. 201037
[x] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.
>>No. 201038
[x] The two combined forces to make it to their destination.
>Mokou has joined the party!
>>No. 201040
[x] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.

give me the cuter option of the two
>>No. 201045
[X] The two combined forces to make it to their destination.
>>No. 201047
[x] Each leaned on one of the other, less compromised, individuals.

The cool guys do what they want, and the dorks suffer what they must.
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