Mokou shakes her head with mock hopelessness. "It's my job to save every idiot who finds new ways to get themselves killed now, isn't it? Next thing I know, I'll be wearing a hat like Keine's and we'll be the latest heroes of Gensokyo, saving dumbasses whenever they fall, and getting fairies out of windows. Give me a break, kid, I just didn't want to see you splattered all over the ground." She gently lands on the ground, and Keine follows suit, rushing up to you as Mokou sets you down and gives you a hearty pat on the back as you regain your bearings after the dizzying fall.
"You're not hurt, right? I'm sorry, I just... I apologize!" Keine bows her head to you.
[X] "Woah, woah, it's fine Keine." What is that? is Mokou showing some tsundere sides to her? Anyways, Be polite first, explain (9) later why what she did was wrong. but no need to yell or get angry, Cirno innocently thought we can fly if we try.
"You could have been severely injured-" Keine protests, but Mokou glares at her impatiently.
"Keine, stop beating yourself up over this. I know how you get over these things. He's safe, and in one piece. He's not bleeding anywhere, and he's not going to fall over if a wind blows." Mokou rubs her temples.
Cirno floats down next to you. "I don't think you flew... We're going to have to try again some time!" She smiles at you. "I dunno what they're getting so excited about, but you'll be able to fly, we'll try again later, okay, human?"
[ ] "Can we not, Cirno?"
[ ] "Hey, look what I got Cirno! See this amulet? It is a shiny amulet."
[ ] "Sure, Cirno. Whatever you say." Ruffle her hair.
Does anyone realize the irony that we've been saved not just once, but several times by an Extra Stage boss? And that everyone here is guilty of either witchcraft, daemonhood, or some other form of blatant heresy?[/40k]
You remain silent, and slightly offended by Mokou's remark, although not showing it. You walk down the path to the human village, rough and bumpy, as your feet start to hurt. Maybe it wasn't a good idea after all; you're getting hungry, thirsty, and you want to sit down after a good hour's walk. Was it really this far? Flying was much faster. Damnit, Cirno.
[ ] "Hey guys, can we stop for a bit?"
[ ] "Keine, you know, I never asked much about what you do in the village..."
[ ] "Mokou, what -do- you do, outside of your supposed job as a part time superhero?"
[ ] "Hey, Cirno. You should call me Onii-chan."
[ ] "So... When did you two meet? Mokou and Keine, I mean."
Cirno ending is the only path we should take, she was the first to help us when we were running around aimless, shes our little sister. She died nearly some times cause of our stupidity. Heartless Bastards
>>7270 Well, you went and done it, now I have to post the Suika copypasta: You are a proud warrior in East Asia, serving a most charismatic and ambitious young warlord by the name of Temujin. In his glorious unification of his ancestral homeland, you serve him with the might and energy of a hundred men. After the most magnificent of battles, you see a strange distortion of space, where two oddly clothed women, one who somehow appears to have several large furry tails, are dragging exhausted sleeping soldiers. You, knowing no fear, charge towards the women full bore. However, you misjudge the distortion, falling through time and space.
When you finally gather your wits, you find yourself in a strange world, one you gather must be tales of the land far to the east beyond the sea. You find you have landed in a place called "Hakurei Shrine", and that the lady in charge is a miko by the name of Reimu. She's rather annoyed by your less than pleasant smell and tendency to devour a small feast at one sitting. Worse yet, you don't have any of this "money" stuff she keeps going on about. She mutters under her breath how you must be another "oni".
Upon those words, a young girl with horns sticking out of her head leaps at you and pins you to the ground. "Another oni!" she squeals with delight. The two of you certainly seem sure to get along well together.
>>7301 As time passes, you enjoy the company of this young oni girl by the name of Suika. Even your remarkable strength is easily matched by this girl, and her tolerance for alcohol outdoes even your own. She loves competition, and you find yourself exhausted, bruised, with many hangovers, and with a very sore pelvis (Although you agree that both of you won that competition very much.), and you couldn't imagine a greater reward for a warrior who must have been slain in battle and granted the delights of the heavens.
One hot summer's day, you mention to Suika that the sun is a terrible thing, far too hot and far too bright. She agrees, and insists you two get drunk in order to cool down. Her answer for everything, and not a bad one at that. After what seems to be endless amounts of this liquor she calls "sake", you get a brilliant idea. "I should punch the sun!" you exclaim. Suika agrees emphatically. However, you sadly remember that humans cannot fly, and you just can't quite reach the sun to punch it, even though you try for a full hour. Suika then has a brilliant idea of her own. She will use her awesome strength to throw you at the sun, so you can punch it.
You fly through the air so fast, you are shocked to find that up in the sky really high, everything is black with a bunch of tiny spots of light. There doesn't seem to be any air up here... However, the woman you saw on that fateful day peeks her head at you, somehow traveling at the same speed you are, and explains briefly "Mongols are like Batman. You can breathe in space." What this means, you never manage to find out. As you reach the sun, you punch it with all your might. Or rather, you fly into the sun with your fist mightily stretched out. Even a mighty Mongol quickly burns to a crisp when he lands on the sun.
>>7303 Suika has realized this, far too late. She's sad that her new friend is gone. However, the freak occurrence of a total solar eclipse the next day warms her heart. You really did beat the crap out of the sun after all.
For those aiming for a Mokou route, I don't think we can expect her to suddenly turn feminine just because she starts to like us. I mean, she's been a tomboy for 1000 years, falling for us isn't going to change that.
>>7622 We're going for Mokou because she's there. Before we were going to Mokou we were going for China and Keine, and before that we were going for Patchy. And before all of that we got lost in the forest because we wanted to meet Alice. We also almost copped a feel while on top of Marisa.
Anonymous will never decide, that's what keeps this game interesting.
It's ok to consider a variety of girls when presented with such a godly harem. Sure we risk "nice boat" ending, but there is no other path Anon can take.
>>7622 I thought the appeal of a tomboy was taming them and seeing them turn from being aggressive and proud to submissive and girly? I can't understand why any straight man would like a girl for having masculine features. Maybe you're all closet gay?
>>8175 Actually, if anything, it has to do with expressing sexual desire through the need to conquer, which is about as manly as you can get. It basically says you think you're man enough to turn women who want to be manly back into women just by exposure to your aura of testosterone.
>>8175 No, having an attraction to a girl who wears a strap-on and repeatedly rams you up the ass with it implies you're gay.
Just because you can enjoy doing things with a girl that you would normally enjoy doing with a guy doesn't mean you can't still enjoy and appreciate each other as a man and woman, if you know what I mean.
First, you're conflating the cultural norms of masculinity/femininity with a person's actual sex; homosexuals vary widely in their taste for masculinity (butches, tops) and femininity (femmes, bottoms). Second, it's not "masculinity" that defines the tomboy, it's "boyishness"; a distinction in regard to behavior, aesthetic, and (in the case of pederasty) sexual practice since at least Hellenistic times. Third, it's not boyishness that makes the tomboy attractive per se, but rather the promise of shared interests and activities--being able to do, you know, guy shit.