In which a Wizard doesn't take any shit.
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>>127594 [X] Business first. We’re here for the library, and the resident witch hasn’t so much as looked at us twice. Let’s try and draw her out.
You decide to try your luck with Patchouli. The strange magical texts you ‘borrowed’ from Marisa’s house were truly baffling, and if you’re ever going to understand them- or get home again- you’ll need help.
“Hey, Patch-e-ooley. Um.”
“Patchouli,” she corrects you quietly, not looking up from her plate.
“Right,” you say absently. “I’m given to understand you’re a mage?”
“Magician.”
“Yeah. Right.” You don’t seem to be making much headway. “Well, in case the hat didn’t give it away, I’m a wizard. I was hoping we could talk shop. I’ve got this-”
“I’m sorry.” Patchouli says, finally putting her fork down and looking up at you. “I’m technically Miss Scarlet’s private tutor, so I don’t have time to give lessons.”
Lessons. The word ricochets around your skull, gaining volume with each rebound.
Lessons. After nearly losing your life in countless fearsome battles, after facing down bloodthirsty Orcs on multiple occasions with naught but a
Grease spell and some quick reflexes... this purple-haired
bint proposes to give you... lessons.
You open your mouth, a biting retort on your tongue- and you let it die when you feel a hand gripping your knee, hard. Glancing to the side, you see Keine giving you a subtle Look.
Patience, she mouths silently.
You hold her gaze for a moment, then look back at Patchouli. She noticed the silent exchange, and is regarding you placidly, quite bored.
You sigh, and take a second to reign in your emotions before continuing. “I’d hate to interrupt your terribly taxing task of sitting around in pajamas all day,” you say to Patchouli in Draconic, “but it wouldn’t take long. I understand that magic as practiced here is some sort of elemental/evocation based thing that can be modulated as it’s cast, but there’s some things in here I’ve never seen before.”
Now you have her attention. “Wait, what?” she replies in Draconic.
You reach into your enchanted pocket and produce one of the texts you swiped from Marisa, the one in the painfully archaic dialect of Draconic. “In this. I understand parts of it, but it seems to reference elemental energies I’ve never heard of-”
“That’s mine!” Patchouli exclaims in Japanese. “How did you get your hands on that!?” She shoots a dirty look in Meiling’s direction.
“I- he- no!” the redhead sputters, confused.
“Relax,” you interject. “I borrowed it from Marisa.”
Patchouli’s mouth opens, and her tongue flutters for a moment, but no syllables are produced. “You-
you.” she manages at last. “You’re in league with that
thief-”
“Not exactly,” you interrupt. “Marisa stole some books from me, too, so I retrieved them. And this.”
“He smashed into her place and kicked her ass,” Cirno says matter-of-factly, standing up in her chair to snag the corner of a jello platter.
“I knocked politely!” you object.
“With a
log!”
“I wanted to make sure she heard me,” you grumble. “
Loud and clear.”
“
You’re the one that did that?” Meiling nearly squeals from the other end of the table. “Ohmygod when I heard about that I couldn’t stop
laughing!”
“I take it Marisa ‘borrows’ from your library regularly,” you say dourly. “Well, in any case, here’s your book back.” You pass the tome over the table, and Patchouli snatches it away eagerly, rubbing her loose sleeve over the cover fussily as she examines it for damage. “Now,” you say, “is that at least worth a chat?”
Patchouli turns the book around in her hands thoughtfully. “Maybe,” she allows. “But a thief that steals from thieves is still a thief, so-”
“Patchouli.” Everyone present turns to look at Remilia. “Let him into the library. In fact, give him a tour.”
Patchouli looks surprised. “But Mistress-”
Remilia simply fixes her tutor with her red-eyed stare, and the pale witch gets a little paler. “As you wish,” she says softly, and lays the book down by her plate.
Remilia gives you a cold little smile. “The library is quite large. Patchouli’s been adding to it for close to a hundred years now.” She stretches languidly, her leathery wings flexing outward along with her arms as she arches her back. “I imagine you’ll want to stay the night, and take your tour in the morning? I’ll have Sakuya arrange...” Remilia lets her gaze play over Keine’s satin-draped figure slowly- “-a room.”
“
Rooms,” Keine interjects firmly.
“Rooms, then,” Remilia says nonchalantly. “So Keine, my dear- how are you, ah, enjoying your new friend?”
“I wouldn’t know how to explain it to you,” Keine returns, a slight edge in her voice. Remilia cocks her head and smirks with amusement, idly swirling more wine about in her glass. (Given its viscosity, you’re starting to wonder if there’s any added ingredients.)
“I imagine,” Remilia says. “Must be... exhilarating...” Keine narrows her eyes, and her composure remains resolute even as a faint blush touches her pale cheeks.
’What are they talking about?” Cirno whispers in Sylvan, standing on her chair to reach your ear.
“They’re talking about...” “The knowledge,” Remilia continues casually, watching the thick red wine slosh in her glass as she talks.
“Knowledge,” you whisper back to Cirno, relieved.
“And stuff.” “Excuse me?” Keine says, caught off-guard.
“The knowledge, of course,” Remilia says. “A man from a completely different world. All the fascinating
things he must know, the grand tales. And you get him all to yourself.”
“I’ve got all the knowledge in Gensokyo in the palm of my hand already,” Keine points out, a bit briskly.
“Mmmhmm...” Remilia says, letting her rubescent gaze slide over to you. “And when the moon waxes full once more...” she raises her wineglass, which she’s cupping in the palm of her hand, and takes a long, slow draught, never once taking her eyes from yours. She sets it down upon the polished wooden table with a distinct
clink! “But that’s then, and this is now,” Remilia says after a long moment of silence. “Pass the buns, Sakuya?” Next to you, Keine’s slight blush has vanished, and her visage is strained and pale. She locks her gaze on her plate, and keeps it there, even when you try to catch her eye. In your peripheral vision, you notice Sakuya keeping you under carefully casual watch. Patchouli is staring at her plate, but has stopped eating entirely, and you suspect she’s listening intently. Meiling and Cirno are still eating heartily, apparently oblivious.
You stare at Remilia, your face utterly neutral, as you take a moment to consider your options. You need it, because thinking clearly-
fucking arrogant devil-loli slumbitch -is getting hard. There’s no mistaking what Remilia just tried to do: damage your trust in Keine. And that’s probably just round one.
[ ] “Oh Flandre~! We should play a game tomorrow!”
[ ] Unlock your word-hoard, motherfucker. It’s time for a Boast.
[ ] Let Remilia think it worked. We can always make up with Keine after dinner, in private.
[ ] Write-in?