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I tell me, myself, that you are necessary to me. I tell you, yourself, that I am necessary to you. You tell you, yourself, that I am necessary to you. You tell me, myself, that I am necessary to you. I towards you, yourself, I towards me, myself, you towards you, yourself, and you towards me, myself, we spoke.

We said it.

And fear arrived.

I can not be wounded by anything and I do not feel pain from anything anymore. I have gone too far to be able to do so.

Like a log one day meeting a waterfall and plummeting, I am a youkai that will vanish after wandering around aimlessly.

Though evil never wins, nobody could ever say that you let that stop you.

NaNoWriMo Let's Go

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Something fell to the floor in the main room, and rolled across it. Or, it sounded like that had happened at least. Sometimes things fell; this land may have been sealed away but it was still a part of Japan—a part of the Ring of Fire. Things shook sometimes, and so things fell. In a cluttered shop like this, things falling at seemingly random times of the day was to be expected, really. But, still—

Morichika Rinnosuke listened out, in case the clatter had been caused by some unwelcome nighttime visitor. No more sudden sounds arose.

He was in his study – a small room before his bedroom, where he’d cleared enough space to have one of his assortment of lanterns at light for the evenings, a little table, and a chair – and he was reading. Reading, in fact, a book from another world... or perhaps that was too lofty to say. It was foreign—an import. It was some little novel from beyond the border. From that Japan which Gensokyo was still a part of.

It was not a good book.

However, he would never admit that.

The sound of wind over flowers.

The yellow that slowly climbs into the blue.

The feeling of a soft blanket as I wake up.

All these are things I, Yuuka Kazami, experience when I wake up.

The only problem is that... there's no one else here.

Sure, there's Cirno. Medicine. Even Marisa and the Tengu stop by and chat for a while. But... I want to wake up one day and have a wonderful woman by my side.

By the time I'm ready, there's a knock at my door.

"Yuuka!" Cirno's voice calls.

Time: 2 pm; Date: 07/07/2017
Location: Hakurei Shrine

….

So, you picked up again? I guess that means you’ve seen through the errors of your way.
Or perhaps you’re simply curious on what I have to offer? Sadly, I cannot read your mind.

Even so…Rumia… Oh dear Rumia, my sweet little moon ray. No words can describe the feelings of joy I’m feeling right now. Finally, you accept that you are nothing without me. Finally, you see the truth that without order, that without a guide nothing can be achieved by acting like a wild animal.
But to be honest you sure took your sweet, darned time, do you have any idea on what I had to do while you were gone? The things I had to make happen to entertain myself. I was very lonely…

Anyway, as I’ve said before, today was going to be a little bit different. For today not a single anon can survive! Except I was wrong…my expectations for you were too high and voila much vital time has been wasted. We do not have that much time left and so we can no longer hunt them all.
But that is okay, for I have a plan dear Rumia. A plan that will give both you and me the things we oh so desire. You get power and I get to watch you brutalize the indigens. But first I need to test you.

Power does not come for free after all, and even if it did who am I to know you won’t go on a trollolol rampage across the land the moment you obtain it? I need to test your loyalty and competence beforehand. For I have little time to waste now, if you fail me know you will be replaced.

Time: 9 pm ; Date: 07/07/2017
Location: Forest of Magic

Today is a day like almost no other, except not. For today was a special day for a special person, except not again. The truth is this story was going to be a little bit different, a little less Anonesque.

That is to say today Anon must perish.

Members of the Anonymise Anonymous are in the majority outsiders, outsiders that must eat memes to survive, despite being good at puking up write ins all anons have lost the ability to use their brain cells however they are very good at digesting moe and garr with levels of intensity that would quickly give any of us a heart attack. Anons have evolved into exceptional invaders with extraordinary abilities of just not dying when people want them to! Yet all of this may come from the lack of an particular sense: their own individuality and any variants of them are pure bred chaos.

If you were to walk on the street and meet an Oni, it’d try to drink with you or have wrestling match. If you were to meet an Kappa, they’d try to sell their overprized wares at you. If you were to meet a tengu, they’d either act like an elitist snob or try to wrangle info out of you.

But no one knows what will happen if you meet with an anon, they might give you candy, stab you with a knife, declare their eternal love to you and many more in any order. All Anon’s lack the ability to act like a normal person or function in Society of any form. An irreversible genetic mutation in the common ancestor among them made their common sense receptors inoperable. So what may seem like an simple and logical problem to solve using a key on a door may instead give them the idea to lube up an table on oil so they can ride it down a hill and smash into the door for the same result.

This may explain why all of them have such exceptional sturdiness, their brains will not supply them with the funny amount of dopamine if they do not comply to their inner wacko, you take all my ding dongs away and I’d go a little crazy too…hence most of them lurk everywhere but the village.

You’re sittin’ on the shop floor, goods arrayed in front of you like you’re the one barkin’ wares here instead of Rinnosuke. Discs, specifically, and specifically set out in stacks like you’re mid-solvin’ the easier Tower of Hanoi—though really, it oughta be a “Tower of Lucas”, seein’ as ya seriously doubt that that tale the dude spun ever came anywhere close to outta Vietnam. Or India, for that matter. That legend’s got the same sorta faux-exotic stink over it as “may ya live in interestin’ times.”

But anyways, discs. And stacks.

“Okay, Mac, check it,” ya say. “This is the stack of discs I’m beaucoup sure’re music CDs. Like, ninety, ninety-five percent sure. Genre I don’t always know ‘cause alotta these dudes I’ve never heard of—” this dude on this disc’s got a sax, though; that’s usually a good sign, “—but like I said, music. Most likely music. Eighty-five percent sure, music.”

Rinnosuke, sittin’ across from you, squints suspiciously. “Why is that number decreasing?” he asks.

“This stack, meanwhile, is what I’m pretty comfy labelin’ the games and programs stack,” you continue ‘splainin’. “Comfier than with the other stack, even, ‘cause the labels’re usually more of a giveaway. I’m talkin’ maybe like, seventy-five, eighty percent sure I’ve got it right here.”

“You’ve already lost fifteen percent. Are you sure I should trust your appraisal?”

“Well, if you can pull another dude with better Outsider chops, I’d totally be down for a second opinion. Two heads, right?”

“‘Two heads’?”

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Sorry about the delay, folks.

[x] Try some flying and see Gensokyo from above, maybe we might catch a sunset.

I think some flying exercise would be a good idea, not to mention viewing the sunset together would be romantic. "I was thinking about practicing some flying and letting you take me to a few places," I say. Wriggle's seen more of Gensokyo beyond the village than I have, so I’ll let her take the lead.

"Alright! I'll be sure to watch in case you get tired since you haven’t flown this far before. I can think of a few spots… but I'm avoiding the lake in case that ice fairy feels like picking a fight again. One of these days, she's going to provoke something she can't beat, though I doubt that's slow her down much" Wriggle says. I follow her as she rises up into the air.

The land beyond the village spreads out as we go higher: I can see the misty lake and that mansion near the shore, though I don't know how to feel about that shade of red. "…Let’s head somewhere else," Wriggle says. "That color gives me a bad feeling." I nod, and she turns to head towards the shrine.

As we get closer, we turn away from it and fly over the forest. I notice the run down mansion that serves as the Prismriver sisters' home. "How can they live there?" Wriggle asks.

"They're poltergeists, so the things that would usually bother you or me don’t affect them that much. If anything it's more of a defensive measure to keep visitors away. They have less to worry about than most flesh and blood creatures."

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You have no name and you must potato.

Sweet potatoes, to be exact.

'Tis the season, yet none are to be seen.

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The Forest of Magic is cold this early morning, and you've just woken upon a bed of out-of-season lilies in the shade of a tree. How will you sate your hunger for Sweet Potatoes?

[ ] Search the Forest
- [ ] aimlessly. Who knows what you'll run in to?
- [ ] for Marisa's Magic Shop. Maybe Sweet Potatoes are a magic ingredient you can buy?
- [ ] for Alice's Cottage. She goes shopping in the village. Perhaps she has some potato to share.
- [ ] for Cirno. She's your bestest friend. She should totally get in on this!

[ ] Aye, if she asks, you must trust your dear dollmaker.


In the end your mind swiftly streams through trammeling twists, for this question is no question at all. So you nod slightly, so with a small smile your dear dollmaker draws back and the two of you walk after the shield-thane once more.

"I don't think anyone's going to like what they see, when we gat back out however." Alice then tells you her voice surprisingly flat for soch a grave announcement.

"You know this well, I would wager." You answer her, the words bringing a chuckle from the Seven-Coloured Sorceress.

"I left Shanghai to keep an eye on Marisa." Alice answers you with a sly smile. "It's a trick we use sometimes."

You steal a swift glance at her and see that it is how she tells, the small puppet is nowhere in sight.

You feel strangely disappointed by this fact.