It's a special occasion today, THP. Based on that, I was supposed to bring you a present, but thanks to the unfavourable circumstances hanging over my lately life, it did not turn out as I wanted it to. Thus, all I can give you is a summary... and a Reimu image dump.
TS Rem A chance meeting in a cold night
The wind sweeps through my hair like a swallow sweeps through the treetops, grazing and brushing every leaf it passes by, yet remains unaffected, steadily persisting in it's flight. A noise, on the verge of hearing, but distinguishable even through the buzzing of the grass and bushes around me, a hint, a cue, a trigger for my senses to sharpen. Blot out all irrelevant factors, and focus, concentrate. My sweaty palm clutches the knife, my trusty knife, like a sword. My only weapon, and my only shield.
I catch a glimpse of black cloth among the thicket.
Tonight, she's going to die. Someone's going to die. Someone's going to die, so the other one may live on. And as long as I'm in control of those overwhelmingly accurate senses...
I'm not going to die.
The story starts with Nanaya utilizing his skills to hunt an unnamed youkai girl some of you might be able to identify, based on the colour of her clothes, and that he shares a special relationship with a certain kind of youkai...
Mother night embraces those who are not scared of her ominous shades. Mother night rewards those who move about in the darkness.
I'm not afraid of darkness. Because the darkness is not my enemy, not my nemesis. Ever since the dawn of history, humans were afraid of shadows. But not me. Darkness is a tool. A weapon. Without it, I would be no more. And without me... The night would be a lot less scary.
The very instant the distance between us lowers to under 5 meters, my body springs to life. Muscles contract, rebounding me from the surface, like a bullet hurling towards the target. I spin mid-air, facing the sky. My fingers touch the ground, gently, only brushing it with their tips, yet that alone is sufficient to raise my velocity enough to catch up with her flight.
Why would he be hunting youkai in a forest? Imagine what would happen if Reimu didn't come to rescue after the fateful meeting with Wriggle. If he lost contact with M&R and was forced to wander around the forests of Gensokyo, totally lost, leading a life of an anchorite, away from all the civilisation, depending on nature and himself only to survive.
I emerge from the bushes, and crossing her trajectory, grab her collar from below. She can't even struggle when I flail her petite body around, completely reversing the situation - now me on top, her only staring in fright up at my face, stretched in a horrible grin.
We fall to the ground.
An interesting perspective, when it struck me. A whole new spectrum of circumstances, possible encounters and storylines, it occured to me that I came up with a rather nice idea to write some Reimu while still sticking to the premise of a Nanaya wanderer.
"Welcome." Automatically, like a machine programmed to always take the same steps with the same timing, I change the grip on my knife. And swing it down. Not distinguishing between skin, nerves, muscles, veins or anything else. With a single slash, so clean one could write a poem about it, without any hesitation, without any remorse.
I cut that splendid neck.
Blood splatters around, and I make no effort to avoid getting it on my clothes. There's something oddly arousing in getting dirty like this. With a defenseless girl struggling against my actions, slowly growing senseless, powerless as I admire the spectacle. Her eyes give me a weak, frightened, but hateful look. I smile. "To my beautiful killing chamber."
After killing the girl, he would drag her corpse to his shack, in the middle of nowhere. One he found and took away from the previous owner, not necessarily in a gentle way. Imagine that there was a timeskip between the moment he reaches the door, the first drops of rain banging silently on the roof of his little house, and a moment of temporal silence, peace, a feast ripening on a makeshift grill while he's trying to clean the sleeves of his shirt.
But it seems that I won't be given the leisure of spending the evening undisturbed. Knock, knock. Weakly, silently, something taps on my house's door. My body freezes, alarmed, stratled by the sudden noise. Just like then, when I heard the girl in the forest, my senses sharpen, like if a switch was flipped inside my head. Knock, knock.
But a story wouldn't be a story if it were just about a brutal bastard living his everyday life, now would it? That's why, knocking on his chamber door...
Still anxious about what might be waiting on the other side, I violently swing the door ajar, one hand in my pocket, fingers laid on the only weapon I could count on. But what meets my eyes is nothing I would ever expect.
Something trips forward, and weakly impacts against my chest, wrapping it's arms around my shoulders. It's a girl. How can I tell? Let's put that aside for now. Wet, drenched, her long, black hair sticking to her body, shining in the dim light of my grill's fire. "P... please..." She mutters. And it is then I notice. Her clothes, ragged, torn, as if someone tried to rip them off her body. Half of her top gone, revealing a rather small chest, wrapped in bandages. Piece of a sleeve hanging off her wrist. Scrap of a ribbon entangled in her hair. And most of all... ... two. No, three. Four. Five. Five pieces of bent steel wire sticking out of her naked back. "It's..." she looks up at me, with tears - or perhaps just water - in the corners of her eyes. I swear that if one could whisper countless pleads with just a stare, those eyes would be doing this right now. Her hands, cold like the air outside claw on my back. She's not even standing on her own anymore. Just holding onto my perplexed figure, hanging off my shoulders like a powerless doll. "Cold outside..." her lips are almost as pale as the rest of her face "Can I.... come in?"
Partially out of perplexion that came from having been visited by a person - and a girl at that - he takes her in. Following a short moment of consternation, he offers to tend to her wounds, sacrificing his own medical supplies. She hesitantly agrees, while feeling embarassed about stripping in front of a guy, and relinquishes her will, giving in to his care.
"Hey." I try to start a conversation while surveying the state of her back. It'll help us to relax - both me and her - and to get rid of this weird atmosphere. "Man, you're a mess..." "... I know." She answer, as expected, weakly. I can tell that just breathing causes her pain. No wonder. "What's your name?" "... Reimu... Reimu Hakurei." I take a closer look at one of the wires. It's not stuck too deeply. Just in the skin, it seems. Hopefully her organs are untouched. Still, what could've caused that? "Not a bad name." "... and you?" "My name is not important. I'm just a spider webbing in the darkness. Steady, this one's gonna hurt."
After the laborious and painful process of removing the wires from her back, Nanaya disinfects her wounds, and helps to bandage them causing another embarassing moment. He then offers a shelter until the morning, to which she answers with a hesitant '... yes'. Asked what exactly happened, Reimu reveals that she's gotten into a fight with a youkai - named Kazami Yuuka. The diffirence in power was too great, and thus Reimu was struck down, mutilated, beaten up, and dropped in the middle of the Forest of Magic, to die. Yes, the wires in her back were actually pieces of Yuuka's parasol.
"Why would you fight with that woman? I know, you're a Hakurei, but still, from what I heard about Kazami..." She averts her gaze. "... I don't know."
It turns out that the reason for their fight is unbestknown to her, even though all the odds suggest that she was the one to start it. Yet, all she remembers is suddenly finding herself in the middle of a deadly battle. Some of you may see a certain pattern here.
Despite the awkward circumstances, and the poor state of Reimu's clothing, both she and Nanaya somehow manage to stay alive until the midnight, when the latter decides it's time to sleep. Of course, a peaceful night is not what they'll be given.
Without even knowing when, I find myself squatting over her, on all fours, staring right into her reddish eyes. "What are you doing..." she whispers, with both anxiety and... something else. Indeed, what am I doing? I can't even remember when I got out of the cozy shakedown I made myself of an old blanket, and pinned her to the bed. But something inside me, lingering like a shadow, barely distinguishable beneath a mountain of other thoughts, tells me... Tells me that it's how it should be. That this is what should be happening right now. Because she's here. Because she's... "... how bold of you." she suddenly speaks up "You men are all the same. Rescuing a girl, and then expecting her to love them, just because of that." "Love?" I repeat "I don't need love." "What is it then? What are you looking for? One-night stand with a wounded shrine maiden?" "One-night stand, huh?" I smirk "Strange you're the one bringing that up." As if on a cue, her face turns red. I can't see any details in this dim moonlight, but I can tell that much. I can feel her blood pressure suddenly jumping, I can feel it pulsating in her wrists that I hold down with my hands. She tries to look away. "... m-my back still hurts... So..." "Yeah." I answer as gently as possible "I'll go easy on you." And then, we do the most natural thing in that kind of situation.
He wakes up in the morning, later than usual, thanks to the... exhausting night. Reimu is nowhere to be seen. Instead, there's a piece of paper laying on the table.
'Thank you. And sorry.' - is all it says.
And that was the basic premise. Unfortunately, like I previously stated, the thing itself got scrapped and deleted somewhere in the middle, due to me being quite unhappy with how it looked.
That's that. This is my farewell. I came to a conclusion that I should take a break from THP. It's been six months, and truth be told, I've never stuck with any online community for that long before. Will I return, I don't know. Thanks to your seemingly irrelevant choice back in the days of TS4, I had been able to come up with a character that I almost fell in love with, and will probably use in my other work, even if it's not touhou-related. Yes, Fukuzai Toorima (伏在通り魔) was actually built around the name you'd chosen for her long ago, possibly unaware of the consequences it was about to bring forth. Concealed Phantom Killer - a metaphor for her true nature, it appeared to me as a clever idea to put it to use. As well as the hidden ASCII messages. Too bad no one but two people actually figured that out. There were still many things to discover about her - for example about her mother, the cause of her death, Yakumo's motives for helping Eron revive his daughter, and many, many more - too bad it had to end prematurely.
Ever since the day I started trolling out of boredom - due to having to wait several hours to resume writing - THP has been becoming more and more of a nuisance than entertainment, even if writing here had in time become one of my favourite hobbies. Sunday night tipped the scales, actually adding to my rapidly developing nervous depression. That was a hint I had to take into consideration.
Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Fingers aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- THP oooh- (I'm not welcome here) I dont want to stop, I sometimes wish I'd never started writing at all.
In the meantime, enjoy your dump.... subject one hundred and five.
>>69586>>69584 Well, sure, YAF had his share of faggotry and trolling, there's no doubt about that, but you can keep your bitching to yourself- Here, he's gone, you got what you wanted, right? you can avoid saging to avoid INCREASING the drama around it. I'm neither with YAF or against him, but i enjoyed his writing at the start.
Guys, please. Stop this faggotry at once. It is already sad enough that YAF left, no need to aggravate the situation more. He was hated and loved by people at the same time. Of course his exit would be a Drama first class, but that is YAF. So let him have it.
That would be a statement of fact, I'm afraid. This entire thread is nothing but a drama magnet. If he wanted to simply leave, he could have just dropped a simple "Here's something oh and I'm gonna be disappearing until further notice. See ya.", but instead opted for this grandiose attempt. The man almost blatantly says this himself.
The fuck, YAF? The hell you think you're doing? You still haven't finished that Renko H-scene, and you need to help Vodka with the Crossover Faggotry! It has such potential, but Vodka is busy with SHaG, and more people readed (and voted) it than the 5 anons who folloed CoMN until the end.
You said you're a man? Then act like one and finishe what you started!
You know, I've already posted here, but now that I'm not as depressed anymore, I can do what's more improtant: comment the ideas for TSREM Yaf posted.
It's not bad. Well, killing Rumia right on the beggining is always a bad thing, signal of bad stories (Border Crossing anyone?) but not this time. The perspective is also good, I'm getting tired od so many 'you's.
>Why would he be hunting youkai in a forest? Imagine what would happen if Reimu didn't come to rescue after the fateful meeting with Wriggle. If he lost contact with M&R and was forced to wander around the forests of Gensokyo, totally lost, leading a life of an anchorite, away from all the civilisation, depending on nature and himself only to survive.
Yeah, that's also nice. Of course, starting the story with an enpowered protagonist is much,much better than going trhough all that pain of 'what's happening to me?' and stuff alike.
However, when Reimu came into scene, it kinda degraded a bit. Reimu is supposed to be the all powerful in Gensokyo, isn't she? Remember that doujin, Koumakyou? That's the Reimu who guards Gensokyo. But the worst part was this:
>'Thank you. And sorry.' - is all it says.
Well, that's it. I'd read it. Even if it looks extremely Reimu-centered and I'm desperate for Suika route (which reminds me of some flaws in TS2), I'd read it.
>>69710 Designed to protect her against accident. There isn't anyone who can really just challenge her and win.
>Supreme Master-Arts by any means. With Reimu's ability to float, she floats from everything in reality and becomes invincible. >If it wasn't just for play (with time limit), no one could beat her with any method. Besides, no one would WANT to kill Reimu because if she dies, Gensokyo is finished. The spell card system is there to allow youkai to use their powers without fear of death by loss of Gensokyo, or death by shrine maiden ...or something. This part isn't too clear. Especially since youkai seem to still eat people, but any human should be capable of a duel, and the rules even say >If victorious against a human, you may not kill them.
Yuuka doesn't give a shit about Gensokyo, but has enough honour to stick to the rules. Therefore, in the fight, she had wounded Reimu, but did not kill her, only dropped her in the middle of the forest to die. No one can blame Yuuka if the cause of Reimu's death was, for instance, a random stray youkai, right?
Plus, Reimu is human. Physically wounded, she does not possess youkai regenerative abilities, and thus is unable to fight with steel wires (and possibly not only) in her back. There's also the issue of pain and it's effect on her fighting abilities.
>>69711 If you're going into powerlevel discussions, remember 1 thing- If they dropped the spellcard rules, Yukari would be pretty much, um, GOD. Reimu officialy lost to Suika in IaMP and Tenshi in SWR, respective scenarios. Plus, read what Yukari says when you "beat" her on PCB. She's just being playful.
And on top of that, You don't really beat Yuugi, Yuugi only playing around woth you, her sake NOT EVEN DROP!.
.....sorry. i couldn't help it. Selfsage for the horrible joke.
>>70031 Hi there terminal. And no, it's not a "hero of justice" complex, i'm just fed up with seeing this thread being filled with more and more shit, AND staying at the top of the first page. LET THIS FUCKING THREAD SINK ALREADY