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The night is coming.
Well, not exactly coming. Perhaps "falling" is a better term.
Whatever, the night's here.
And I'm lost.

Uuuu. I have to remember what Miss Keine said about peoples getting lost in forest.
"Don't go running everywhere kids! If you're lost in the woods, you're in serious danger!"
Well, I'm lost in woods.
I think this one is called... Bamboo Forest of the Lost.
It's a nasty place to get lost.
"..."
It could be worse. I could be in ...
...
I think I'm in hell. Not real Hell, but a really frightening hell.

yeah ?
moko x neet ?!

A quick glance at the sun makes you consider cutting short to the little ‘walk in the park’ and return immediately, but unfortunately for the lovely ladies waiting there, something else caught your attention and you will allow no interference.

What is this? A guy is walking alone in a forest and suddenly a noise comes from behind as the sun start going down? Definitely not clichéd! My ass to the fire that there won’t be anyone when I turn around. And as you do so. Yup, just as expected.

Before you is the completely empty trail you have been walking on for the last… how long was it? Hours? Regardless, it’s still as empty as the average inhabitant of San Pedro’s bank account. Not even a small woodland creature to add to the clichéd. If this scene hadn’t been overused just that damn many times, you might have cared, maybe even doubted a split-second, but right now it’s nothing but amusing. You start to walk back, a smile on your face as you scan the place, searching for anything suspicious.

-“Right-o, let’s go Stalker Hunt-GAH WHAT THE FUCK!”

Interrupting your witty comment, the ground under your feet gives way and you fall in the bottom of a just as clichéd hole in the ground.

-“For God’s Sake don’t tell me people actually DO use this kind of trap… well looks like they do.”

The hole isn’t really deep; you could easily get out but not without getting dirtied a little. It is about two meters tall and a meter wide.

What I’m really wondering now is how the fuck did I not see it coming. Scratch this, how did I not fall in the first time I passed here? This has to have been already there…

[x] Go back to Eientei.

While a room in an inn would be a good choice, you’re quite sure affording it is a bit beyond you.
“Well, Miss Kamishirasawa, that’s indeed a fine idea, but as of late my finances seem to have gone the way of the Titanic. This regrettable fact leaves me with little choice but to try my luck against whatever may be knocking about out there.”
“Oh. Well…” You notice Keine shifting her gaze from you to the inside of her house and back. “I…Well, that is, maybe I…Perhaps you should…” Keine mutters while her face flushes. You stay quiet to allow her to collect her thoughts and once her complexion reaches a shade resembling a ripe apple a thought appears to strike her. “Oh, I could be your escort!”
“Hm?” While you know what she meant, her wording is a bit…
“I could escort you to Eientei. Consider it making up for being such a poor hostess earlier.”
“Oh, I’d hate to impose any more than I have. By the way, you were a fine hostess.”
“As Guardian of the Human Village, I insist.” Keine says with renewed vigor. “Oh, and, thank you.” She adds with a bit of her previous blush returning. Makes her look quite lovely, come to think of it.
“Well, I suppose there’s no helping it.” You say in resignation. Though, you’re not exactly broken up about the prospect of spending more time with her. “Shall we be off, milady?” You ask with a grin.
“Yes, let’s.” Keine says while returning your smile. After she shuts the door and follows you outside, the two of you make your way out into the night with Helios’ sister showing a crooked smile in the sky.

Once outside the city gates, Keine (as Guardian of the Human Village) offers to fly you instead of walking. You accept, since it’s quicker, easier, and you get to fly. As she takes you from behind (fnar fnar) something presses against your back. Well, make that two somethings. Two large and soft somethings that, truth be told, feel absolutely heavenly against you. Well…huh. You’d say something about it, but you decide it’d be more embarrassing for her than staying silent. You also can’t really think of a bett

What's she building in there?
What the hell is she building in there?
She has subscriptions to those magazines,
She never waves when she goes by,
She's hiding something from the rest of us,
She keeps to herself,
I think I know why.

She took away the mochi usu near the bamboo tree,
She has no bunnies of her own you see,
She has no rabbits,
And her lawn is dying,
And what about those packages she sends?

What's she building in there?

"Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it damn it..."

"I knew there was no point in shouting, but there was no other way to alleviate my anger at that time. I was trapped in a sea of bamboo, and nobody I knew would hear me.

"Or come for me."

~~~

I was born as a mere human in the grand world of Gensokyo. By the time I turned 9, I learned that everyone has their own power. I became determined to find mine then and there.

The day I did, I no longer was a mere human.

I found out that day, 3 years ago to the letter, that my power was to manipulate truth. A few days later in my carpentry shop, I had found out that someone knew about it, and it eventually got to the point where everyone mistrusted me.

Events started happening to me, all by "coincidence", culminating in this. I woke up to find that I was in the middle of the dreaded bamboo forest, a place that was rumored to house cute little rabbits that ate only your nails and left you to die from blood loss.

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A series of strange events take place at Eientei. The long, mostly empty, hallways are silent witnesses to a cavalcade of the bizarre. More than once you spot a procession of rabbits making their way through the premises; Large effigies are carried to the outside and the occasional musical instrument can be heard pounding away in the distance during the small hours of night. These are the trappings of a cult of sorts. Another alternative is that they’re preparing for the biggest party of all time. Either way you decide without so much as a second thought to steer clear of all the excitement.

Things take a life of their own. Your pacing, thinking and decision making process become ritualized. Time stops to hold a lot of meaning. What may be ten minutes of pacing might be hours or what may be hours of sleeping may have only been a couple of seconds. Mind and body are not refreshed regardless of what happens and keeping track of day and night cycles is something that you feel you don’t have to do. What’s important is the clarity that comes from walking about, from stopping, turning and repeating patterns endlessly. It helps you deal with things, deal with what you have done and what you want to do. A contradictory excess of willpower and a chronic shortage of the shame keeps you in the cycle of brooding and pacing.

It is in the courtyards and the secluded spots that life seems to be the least complicated. Hidden away by the sheer size of the mansion for the most part, these solitary spots are easy enough to stumble upon. It‘s rare for you to pay the quiet spots much mind, but it‘s also rare for you to carry on as you have. It somehow feels like there‘s no difference between a proactive approach and a more passive one. Indeed it is hard to tell what you‘ve done and when - personal grooming and other such basic customs are taken care of somehow.

The important thing is having gotten Kaguya to talk. It could have happened because of your knocking and a humble request. It could have just taken five minutes to do. But just as easily it could have been hours of asking a

This is a little a little idea that's been festering within me for a while. I'm posting a teaser of sorts to see what anon thinks. I may then continue it as a proper story, if enough people show interest. If not, it's a mere vignette, suddenly appearing, and quickly forgotten...

~

I quickened my pace in order to keep up with her. The loud crunching sound of leaves and the snapping of twigs intensified. My side bag weighed heavily, feeling like a sack of lead.

Did she plan to simply run away? That wasn't very fair.

I wasn't going to give up that easily, though. Even though I had been walking for the better part of the day, I still had enough stamina to meet any challenge she threw at me. And even if I didn't, I was sure that sheer determination on my part would be enough to keep up with her. I hadn't gotten into this without being prepared.

I grinned. My mouth was dry and my throat ached – both proof of my determination.

“That's extraordinarily disturbing.” She quipped from up ahead. It was the first set of words she had directed at me since leaving. I widened my grin further on the realization that she was stealing glances at me in between brisk steps.

“Careful there. I wouldn't want you to trip because of me.” I joked. “I learned my first-aid from working with animal corpses.”

[x] To the market!

To the market! It’s the most obvious choice, considering the volume of people moving around there. Humans crowd the streets, the rabble indistinct and at a dull roar. Occasionally, you hear a vendor haggle away with a customer, or a hawker show off his wares. Yes, the market is alive and bustling with activity. There’s bound to be someone interested in buying whatever it is Reisen is selling. Your partner agrees with you as well, guiding you but staying close so as to not lose you again. As she walks around, a trickle of customers approach Reisen and buy one or two packets of medicine. The stream of customers seems painfully slow, however, and at some points you wonder if people cared at all. Indeed, there were moments when humans actively avoided Reisen’s presence, if not outright ignore her. Was there a sense of mistrust amongst the population?

Come to think of it… you haven’t seen anyone else like Reisen in the village; not in the sense of other rabbit folk, but just non-human entities. There’s an interesting variety of human life here, but that’s just it. Humans. Back in Eientei, there was a sort of variety amongst the population (if you could consider it variety), but here, it seems almost unwelcoming. It just feels… abnormal for you. Not exactly uncomfortable, but there’s something off. Was it the village? Or was it just you?

“Thank you!” Reisen’s voice drags your attention back into reality, of which you didn’t even realize you had drifted off. She’s handing off a small white package to a brightly grinning boy, who immediately disappears into the crowd upon passing over cash.

“First customer?” you ask.

“Yep!” Reisen answers with a nod. “It’s always cute to have kids come buy for their parents.”

“Aren’t you worried that someone may gather the drugs for other purposes?”

“Well, nothing in here is viable for substance abuse, and if they wanted to make something bad, it would cost far more than it’s worth,” she pauses in her explanation to sell of a packet of medicine to a small family passing by. “I doubt anyone here has the chemistry backg