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L'animal que donc je suis Beast spirit using device!cohFoUuya6 2024/08/18 (Sun) 13:26 No. 69599 [Reply] ▼

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// INITIALIZING CONNECTION...

// CONNECTION ESTABLISHED...

// RECEIVING...

Dear human spirits: you are fortunate in being addressed by your rightful superior in the Animal Realm — and unfortunate in being what you are. My name is not important, as my lordship over you is unique, absolute, and without competition, and also down here I don't even have a title or rank to warrant such formalities.

Your kind is born from the animal's imagination, from attempts at conceiving a being thoroughly beyond, above, and against the beast's own ways. You are in turn called upon to deliver to beasts the most valuable of inspirations and advices. In our realm's brutal struggles of the strong devouring the weak, only the human and humane can surprise, and allow one complete subjugation of another. That is your value, as resources, in this plane. You, summoned by this particular evocation, owe me your forms; and in turn I entrust my life with your wisdom, always carefully propitiated with in the twilight language.

The Type 57 Portable Workers' and Soldiers' Council (Counsel?) being used to evoke you is a piece of mobile technology which stands at the cutting edge of the ethical and efficient harnessing of human spirits. Since the advent of portable oracles and conjurers, no longer required are the painstaking offerings of incense, ritual cakes, and praises typical of 'visualizations' of human spirits. With modern conjurers, as you must be familiar with, multitudes of spirits vote on presented options or nominate their own — to multiply the supernatural prowess behind each beast spirit's decisions, as is standard of modern evocation. This new model also supports inquiries on the fly: I will be happy to answer questions concerning my plane whenever they come up, to the best of my knowledge and ability, regardless of the numbers asking them or their relatedness to the matter at hand. May our relationship be symbiotic, and our dialectic adventurous.

... Well, those are the formalities. The u

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[3] High-value target NIPPAKU ZANMU
[2] High-value target YOMOTSU HISAMI
[3] Group target EAGLE SPIRIT FORMATION

Don't forget to punish those who stabbed us in the back! Hisami is a bit less important because she is fundamentally a follower, so if Zanmu goes down she becomes less of a threat.

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[3] High-value target NIPPAKU ZANMU
[2] High-value target YOMOTSU HISAMI
[3] Group target EAGLE SPIRIT FORMATION

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[2] High-value target NIPPAKU ZANMU
[4] High-value target YOMOTSU HISAMI
[2] Medium-value target UNIDENTIFIED ANTHROMORPHIC EAGLE SPIRIT

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Once Upon a Time in the East cuneiform!ZJbNahJ1YE 2023/03/03 (Fri) 07:39 No. 68829 [Reply] ▼

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The sun gives a blinding welcome as you emerge from the train car, landing onto beaten boards of the platform with a thump. A good stretch and a few paces shakes off most of the stiffness from hours of uncomfortable sitting.

Framed by reddish foothills, the town sprawls out before you. It has the chaotic arrangement typical of a gold-seeking surge and the usual decay after the rocks had been picked clean. Painted, worn facades define the uneven contours of the main street. Overlooking this central axis is a prominent peak-roofed building that you’d guess would be the town hall, but even this monument reveals fading colors and lost shingles. Further away from the center, the structures dwindle, houses giving way to shacks, giving way to boulders and sand. A narrow stream glimmers its way between the mountains, through the town, vanishing under a bridge supporting the tracks. Spindly trees and mats of grasses huddle by the precious water and you can imagine the find it was for the first arrivals in the area. Hanging off the station is the name of your destination: Sage Springs.

All in all, you must admit the view was nicer through dust-coated windows.

A wagon-scarred road parallel to the raised railway separates you and the station from the main body of town. It joins the main street almost perpendicularly, forming a bent “T” shape. The handful of passengers who had also gotten off are already dispersing across it, leaving you alone on the platform.

The train’s bells and impatient whistling slice through the air and you give the machine more space. Turning your head to follow the departure, a few bored faces can be spied through open windows and underneath, cast iron wheels turn as mechanical might heaves against its own weight. The gust from the rolling mass ruffles your clothes and forces you to intercept your hat before it can take flight, but it also feels pleasant against the late morning heat.

The train slides away to continue its eastward journey, leaving behind a backdrop of pasty dryland and scraggly bushes. The flatter land allows the valley’s mountains to circuit the horizon unimpeded. The train leaving also means

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[X] Smaller Rifle
-[X] Revolver
Carry two?

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[X] Two Barrels
The revolver being rusty makes me a bit concerned it will stop working at a crucial moment. Of the other two, it seems Cirno has an easier time understanding how to use this one.

Anonymous 2024/10/18 (Fri) 12:15 No. 69738 ▼

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[X] Revolver

The smaller rifle could be a good idea once we've figured it out properly, but for now we need one that Cirno can just point and shoot. And while the double barrel is simple, it's also very likely to knock Cirno on her ass if she fires it. Not to mention, those guns weren't designed for easy carrying, doubly so if you're fairy-sized. They were designed with the intention that you'd have them in your lap when literally "riding shotgun" on a wagon.

Meanwhile, a revolver is simple and reliable, so as long as it's not rusted all the way through it should still work just fine. It only has three major moving parts that could fail; the drum (which works), the trigger (which we can assume works since Cirno probably didn't rotate the drum with her fingers just for fun), and the hammer (which is the most likely to have made the funny clicking, plus Cirno was looking for a gun that works and having a functioning hammer is the absolute minimum for a working revolver).
The biggest issue I see with it is that, based on the description, this is one of the early models of revolver where you had to manually eject each individual spent cartridge, by poking a small medal rod through a hole in the front, before you could load new bullets.
But on the other hand, as always:
If you can't solve the problem with a full drum of bullets, a reload isn't likely to change much.

And figuring out how to reload it is something Cirno can do when she comes back home.

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Ceramic Boy Third Vanilla_Enthusiast!AdF3bWaDQs 2023/11/02 (Thu) 15:32 No. 69194 [Reply] ▼

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The hard, sturdy, and durable nature of clay has proved it to be an effective material of construct, as seen in their usage in potteries, statues, buildings, et cetera. But, part of what makes it so reliable is not limited to just that, it is due to its ability to soften its texture when mixed with water, making it easy to change its shape as one would like.

A dampened clay, like the one I am handling right now, will lose its tough exterior trait, and it will adjust itself to comply with the forces given to it. This one is no exception. When I mixture it with little water, it makes itself easier to change its proportion. Its structure follows as my rough skin - whose texture does not contain the characteristics of plump, living, mammal skin and is relatively similar to coarse dirt - guides it to shape.

With the help of a potter’s wheel, I change the clay mound in front of me to have a broad half-circle shape with its base facing upwards, then I press its lateral sides to shape it into a torso-like piece. After that, the wheel continues to spin as I pick one scraper from my side and use it to trim the base surface, leaving a hole in its medial area while the trimmed part peels into a spiral waste.

After being satisfied with my work, I bring the chest piece to my hold and turn around to the other being in the same room as me. The woman- pardon. The Goddess in my view is busy managing her latest project, a human-sized haniwa using a warrior helmet for its head and a lamellar armor for its torso, though the latter part is not complete yet as it is still in my hands.

I close my distance from my creator, her delicate blue hair flailing in the air as she solely directs her focus to her work. She is the being responsible for my existence, the only divine that is worth my faith, the sculpture goddess that has never committed any war crime throughout her time in Gensokyo.

“Keiki, my Highness.” I bow respectfully as I show the result of my hard work to her. “I’ve finished my part. Take as you like.”

The Goddess turns to face me, wearing her green apron that serves as a protection for her clothes from the dirtiness of the workplace. “Ah, thank you.” She

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Great update. I love the characterisation of Pawn and Keiki's intention for his creation

Vanilla_Enthusiast!AdF3bWaDQs 2024/06/07 (Fri) 13:10 No. 69578 ▼

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[timer=23/06/16 17:00+7]
Gonna try having an update schedule from now on, expect new chapter in due time.

in the meantime... If you're wondering what have I been working on... I made an entry in the Luck and Fate Exhibition... Maybe you can pass the time by reading some stuff in there... try to guess which one is my entry...
https://www.touhou-project.com/shorts/res/2884.html#2884

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I've made a fool of myself...
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The Magician’s Apprentice Exchanged Cups with an Oni, Thread 8 Kizin!3bPfzwokco 2021/09/23 (Thu) 05:58 No. 68377 [Reply] ▼

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♫: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiK7nqraLAo
[祭炎 - 東方PARTYBOX02 (GET IN THE RING)]
Lyrics: https://en.touhouwiki.net/wiki/Lyrics:_%E7%A5%AD%E7%82%8E
Music Collection: https://mega.nz/#F!1BdBzIKZ!bhLzijfM3iyphpueDOKf0g

The sky is changing.

Note: Don't be afraid of letting me know what you think. I like compliments, I like criticisms.

Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
THREAD 1 >>65260 THREAD 2 >>65548 THREAD 3 >>65922
THREAD 4 >>66462 THREAD 5 >>66845 THREAD 6 >>67429
THREAD 7 >>67966

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Anonymous 2024/05/20 (Mon) 22:49 No. 69571 ▼

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[X] Tell Master everything.
:3

Anonymous 2024/05/24 (Fri) 11:37 No. 69572 ▼

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[X] Tell Master everything.
Maybe there IS a way to become a youkai in one month?

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[X] Tell Master everything.
And get her a nice warm cup of tea, too. She was the one woken up here—her feelings come first.

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An Excuse for A-Who? Thread 5 Moral !1d4WGijdSc 2017/02/22 (Wed) 04:59 No. 64513 [Reply] ▼

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Previous thread: >>63805
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“Let me see your hand for a second.”

“Sure,” says Momiji, obediently raising her hand up. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, you grab it. Momiji patiently awaits your next move, but you merely lower your head in embarrassment and interlock your fingers with hers.

“Gallagher,” Momiji says, a hitch of curbed delight in her voice. “Did you... did you want to hold hands?”

“I just thought that this was the most appropriate course of action to show you how I feel. And I didn’t want to leave any room for doubt. Obviously, if I had to say anything, knowing me, I’d just stumble over my words for five minutes straight because I’m no particular expert on articulating my emotions.”

“And you say that you aren’t affectionate?”

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Anonymous 2024/04/17 (Wed) 19:48 No. 69554 ▼

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Momiji got weaker? Can't dodge shit no more? I hope that's just from lack of pratice.

Anonymous 2024/04/18 (Thu) 01:23 No. 69555 ▼

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>>69554
She may be weaker but that wont stop her from making Gallagher's bloodline wolfy

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I need more updates. Come on Moral, finish the story with a wedding or have them elope or SOMETHING.

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Touhou/Warhammer 40k: Inquisitor Reimu in the Gensou Cluster Gooboi!WkvVHQzh76 2024/02/02 (Fri) 14:54 No. 69334 [Reply] ▼

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Alright, lets see how this goes. I hope you all enjoy.

A briefing dataslate was, Reimu would always think but never voice in front of her old superiors, nine times out of ten just a way for someone who loved the sound of their voice to fill any time they found themselves without a captive audience. They’d invariably be infested with details not pertinent to whatever her task actually was, and even before she'd officially graduated, she'd long assigned one functionary or another to pre-read and summarize them for her, and allow her to spend the time doing something more productive, like rearranging her shelves or shoring up her Regicide skills. Almost invariably the summary document would be little more than a couple of paragraphs, and maybe a five-minute chart of some organizational structure or political situation that the original author had decided needed to be a fifty-minute novella. Brevity was, in many cases, the soul of wit, and finding someone who could happily read a dozen pages of self-important drivel and yet wouldn’t produce her own had personally been one of the crowning achievements of her early inquisitorial career. The woman in question was ever skilled at summarizing important details, and Reimu was yet to find a case where her adjusted text would contain something she didn’t need to know.

So she’d been rather unpleasantly surprised when the slate Kosuzu had handed back to her, with the face of someone who knew full well she may as well have set a ticking time bomb to explode on some other poor functionary, had been only slightly amended, with all six omissions each being described as briefly as possible, like someone attempting to right a sinking watercraft with a teacup. ‘Omitted, two paragraphs, ass-kissing” was the fourth of these footnotes, and Reimu took that as a pause to collect her thoughts, and massage away a bit of her growing headache.

She’d been introduced to the rogue trader who was supplicating her aid during her apprenticeship, and an unfortunate coincidence of who some of her earliest acolyte recommendations were and who her teacher was had caused said rogue trader to assume a kindred spirit, and

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{X} > Open Motoori, Kosuzu
Just because the person above seems so happy about it.

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As an aside... That plan seems good, except maybe predictable. Marisa and Skitarii had better be extra prepared for anything that could happen.

Not dropping a vote on it rn tho.

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>>69487
Okay I'm just going to drop a vote on it now. I don't got any better ideas.
[X] Yes

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I decided to have fun and do a self-contained little something. Very likely with daily updates. And yes, as you might expect from the title, this story draws from other things. No, you needn’t have read it to know what’s going on nor in order to participate. Things should either be self-explanatory or anything that’s essential to know will get quality™ exposition to fill the reader in. The idea, as always, is to cut loose and enjoy the energetic spirit of things.

I’d appreciate comments in general, particularly when voting, as they help keep me fueled for the quick pace of things. I’ll be forthright and say that I may pick outcomes not only based on number of votes but if anything was said too. And even if a vote doesn’t win, I’ll try to work in stuff from reader comments if it makes sense to include. Not to mention that, in case of a tie, I may go with whatever reasoning in the comments that seems the most fun. So don’t be shy and say whatever comes to mind! Feel free to reply to your peers. The idea is to encourage engagement instead of just going through the motions. Anti-democratic, I know, but whenever you get around to writing a silly story with fast updates, you’ll get up to make up the rules.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the ride.

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[x] She was wrong. Reimu was far more self-conscious than people realized.

I think it's better for Sanae to know just a bit more about Reimu. I don't mean for Arc to blab all about her more intimate moments, but maybe Sanae would be able to reflect a bit with this.

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Hm... If I could, I would like to propose an "in-between":
[x] It was true that the class rep was sometimes reckless about expressing herself and getting her way when needed...
-[x] But, Reimu was far more self-conscious than people realized.

If this isn't allowed, I'll choose the latter option:
[x] She was wrong. Reimu was far more self-conscious than people realized.

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Is everything alright? I noticed no update yesterday. Hope life isn't being too much of a bitch. Waiting warmly.

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Promises Of Girls Unforgotten Amanorenko !HgCXJCkx62 2023/05/09 (Tue) 20:58 No. 68901 [Reply] ▼

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I have been suffering for a while from a disease called, watching too much disgaea and my brain going all tingly when I just happened to see an image of Seija and Renko traveling through hell. Hence this now exists too.

Your head hurts like a motherfucker, and you’ve had extensive experience with exactly the kind of person who warranted the term during your search. (Isami somewhat more so, if her drunken rambles could be at all trusted) so you knew exactly what you were talking about. Or thinking about. Whatever.

You just know it’s not due to alcohol, because you’ve sworn it away the day you saw drunkards fly about in a bar and throw booze and chopsticks around like it’s a normal sight and not something that almost stopped your heart.

The air is strongly scented with something like a cleaner version of a diesel-fueled firebomb, a sort of thin but intense burning scent of rotten eggs like aroma, and the ground on which you’re sprawled on in your typical thrashing prone posture felt warm and soft and moist, sort of like you’ve fallen onto a bucket full of glue on the beach, not that that ever happened to you.

You push yourself up on addled limbs, raising a heavy head, blinking the sleep from your eyes – which is immediately a sign that something is off, because your left arm hadn’t worked in a while, ever since that bitch with the cat claws had torn you up actually. But, well, that could wait, because the rough stony ceiling not a few feet up, combined with the scent of blood coming from the hexagram beneath you, promises nothing good. You move to draw your ‘legally’ obtained taser to no avail, neither do you find your ‘totally not looted’ firearm, instead only finding a flashlight and some minor girl stuff in your handbag alongside some survival items. Still the flasher is hard enough to really send off a blow to someone’s skull if you swing it hard enough so you’ll make do.

Anyway you scan your surroundings again, as expected you’re in some cave, the soil of which is made of a blackish, warm stone? The ground is too smooth and even to be of normal origins. That aside the e

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Honestly?
Very satisfied with this outcome.
Seija seems to like/not mind it either.
We put our foot down, while still being very clear that that doesn't mean we'll take getting fucked with lying down.
People mess with us, they get smashed; they don't, they get to keep their kneecaps.
It's hard to tell basic fairies apart, but if we somehow find that one that ratted us out to Orin after we very nicely asked her not to...
Well, luckily fairies can fly without intact bones.

Anyway, the bloodlust has settled; if anything, accidentally killing some people in the haze is kind of a downer, really.
I'm all for taking the sneaky way in, now.
Chimney seems the least likely to have overwatch on it, so that's my vote.
Balcony's a bit risky.

Knockout bullets: Yes
It's MGS speedrun time.

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[x] Yes

[x] The Chimney

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[X] No.
[X] The Chimney.
Leave no witnesses.

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Episodic Adventure, lots of butchered English. Updates come at a ratio of 1 to 3 days. Not expected to be more than some short fun, in total x episodes have been prewritten. This is the tutorial.

Disclaimer: What you’re about to view are recordings made by a professional. We do not reimburse anyone who follows this advice and ends injured or maimed or suffers any sort of grievous injury from attempting to mimic said professional. Knowledge and the ability to use it are separate things.

In dem Norther Hemies, inside a secret land'o fantasy. Laa creatures that have been bejingled from the dark minds'of you's fellow mengos. These mystic fella folks now in da cutesy pie camp are known as yoo-kay. Dis is da venture of yous fella Hunter as she shows you the wonders 'o all them smegickal fiddlers

The scene shifts to show such a creature in it’s natural habitat. The bamboo forest with its green allures and mysterious aura all apparent to the viewer. Finally it zooms into a creature that most of the outside would know…that of an Night bird stealthily stalking its prey. An unaware and probably soon to be eaten rabbit. She seems ready to pounce at it from any moment.

Narrator: Yoo-kay's also known as Mythical Beast Maidens or Lil Cute Murder Girlies. Dam names be strong describers of what cucumbers in's dem pant pockets: Dem be creatures that do not exist no more or have been forgotten like yo''s old ma grocery orders. Though many 'o em be known as ferocious man-enjoyers. Dem Mystic Missies can have a softer angle to em.

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Assert animal dominance through strength.

That's the Strayan way.

'Cept when it's Emus. Bloody bogans.

[X] Never give up, have a go, you mug! You’se faced strongah foes before and besides dem rod’s super expensive. Are you not of straylan blood? Ain’t ya known for PASSION and ENTHUSIASM?

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A proper straylan would never ler up in a test of sterngth.

[X] Never give up, have a go, you mug! You’se faced strongah foes before and besides dem rod’s super expensive. Are you not of straylan blood? Ain’t ya known for PASSION and ENTHUSIASM?

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[X] Let her pull you out, there’s plenty of legendary folks that get pulled out em lakes and give rewards, right? Just pull off an impression like that and voila, conversation becomes possible.

I get wanting the struggle, but why try and force the dog to come to you, when you can come to the dog?

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Filth as far as my eyes can see. The smell of booze and smoke is etched into wooden frames. Roaring laughter and heated arguments mixed and mingled at the card table. Poor thing probably withstand more beatings than all of us here combined. Under that distracting noise were the hush whispers of plots and schemes. Hands being shaken under the tables, no doubt those same hands swing at each other when said deals go wrong. In that bar of debauchery, is I, a nameless amanjakou trying to make my very first spellcard. I hadn’t even taken a sip from the glass, I saw nothing worth taking from it. A perfect place to make something beautiful and I mean that wholeheartedly. It’s a shame though that the card is still blank white…

Such is the issue when I can see, hear, and speak no good. As I imagine something beautiful, a warm feeling spread around my eyes. My ears flush red as I hear someone give a compliment to the bartender. My cheek burns as I remain silent. Considering where the bar is under, it’s not surprising that some of the yokai here are so nice. Still ugly though and worst, they’re distracting! I reach inside my coat to touch the ‘lure’. Caressing it, I manage to calm down, a toothy grin grows on my face. These guys are in for a surprise and oh I can’t wait!

If only I had enough time though… Focusing on the spellcard, a shape begins to form, something beautiful. Alas, I lose focus from the heat on my face. I grab the shot glass and down the whole thing, maybe if I get myself drunk I can focus…

I shout at the bear yokai, “Hey, Bartender! Another round!” A firm hand grabs my shoulder.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A spear hits the wooden floor. It echoes through the bar, cutting arguments short and turning laughter into mere whimpers. Those chugging choke on the alcohol content. Anyone smoking snuffs their pipes and sets them out of sight. The majority of the customers look away as if that’ll keep them anonymous.

Now silent, Tomamarou Shou speaks, “Water for everyone please.” She asks her tone even.

With a slumped shoulder, the bear walks into the back to retrieve some jugs. Avoiding to see her face, I look down and see the mouse Yoka

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‘Remember to wrap the kimono right side over left; you have a new life now.’ I repeat to myself as I dress up.

‘See no love! Hear no love! Speak no love!’ I clap my hand against my face, ‘You got this!’

Using my tombstone as leverage, I pull myself up and brush the dirt off my pink floral kimono. Okay, time to go back home! Love must be so worried about me! I stopped before I took a single step. Darn, this is tough. I lay back down to rethink my strategy. Ughh… I’m a great-grandmother in her 70’s, not a young maiden going to the festival for the first time! I do have to admit though, that it feels wonderful to feel young again. I can jump again! How long has it been since I’ve done that!? Love will be so surprised when he sees- I flip myself over to eat the dirt.

Not thinking sounds nice right now. There was the sound of footsteps in the distance, but I paid no attention. I simply wish for the dirt to claim my soul. The footsteps came closer until they stopped near me. I can feel a shoe poking at my ribs, checking to see if I was alive I assume. The mysterious person stops their prodding and crouches down judging from the sound of dirt moving. Without any prompting, they flipped me over like I was a rolled-up carpet! Our eyes lock at each other, she seems surprised at first but quickly turns to amusement.

“Don’t mind me dear~” She says as she rifles my sleeves. “I’m relieving you of your earthly belongings~”

I sigh, “I didn’t know times were this tough for people to resort to robbing the dead.” She stops to look at me with a blank face.

“You can sell my kimono if you wish, stranger, but I’m not sure who would buy it nor how much it could go for.” I continue.

The blue grave robber didn’t seem to be impressed by the donation and stood back up. Now that I get a better look at her, the first thought that comes to my mind is blue. Her hair is blue, her dress is blue and so is her eyes! I’m a little disappointed that her socks or shoes weren’t blue. The white vest does go well with the black shoes.

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Lokito!EeHnO6kucQ 2023/11/08 (Wed) 00:17 No. 69265 ▼

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I walk back to my home as Hijiri Byakuren follows me. It's an odd feeling seeing a human you first met a couple of centuries ago. Our first meeting outside of Gensokyo wasn’t pretty and nor was it pretty here too.

“Tell me, Yasha.” She says, seeming determined to understand my simple mind. “What drove you to attack that human?”

“It’s been a while since I last saw one,” I shrug, “I wanted to see if killing felt any different now.”

Hijiri remains silent, probably thinking what I’m thinking and who could blame her? Even I don’t know what to do with myself and she’s the one that caused it. My nose flares; things were so simple back then, makes me wish there was a way to go back.

“Hey, Monk,” I call out, “Shouldn’t you be dead now or what?”

“If I was still human, yes I wouldn’t be here.” She says.

If she was still human? I stopped to look at her, and despite being three heads taller than her, she didn’t back down. The way she’s looking at me is different, I can still remember how shifty they were back then. Now though? I’m close to blowing a casket on this thing, She doesn’t look ashamed, but at the same time, she knew what she did. If she had the chance to turn back the time, she would have refused it.

“You mean to tell me, it wasn’t a human saving one another, but a yokai!?” My teeth grind against each other.

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