(…to C-6.)
“So, what’s your name?” Flandre asks Cirno curiously. Didn’t you just introduce her like five minutes ago?
“Uhh, I’m Cirno, Miss Flandre. It’s nice to meet you.” Cirno seems to be taking the revelation of vampires in your midst quite well, or at least better than you. If anything, she actually seems bored rather than scared.
Flandre nibbles on one of her fingernails subconsciously. You notice that there’s something wrong with her vampire teeth: one is long and sharp like Adam’s, but the other is chipped off to the size of a normal tooth. “Cirno? That’s a pretty name. It’s pretty like your wings. I have pretty wings, too. Hey, maybe we can be sisters!”
The fairy scratches her head. “I, mmm, I don’t think it works like that.”
Flandre tilts her head quizzically. “It doesn’t? How come?”
You can tell Cirno’s trying her hardest to answer, but the question seems to be just a little too difficult for the poor girl. “Well, don’t…umm, don’t you have to, like, get borned together or something? I’m not sure, I don’t have any sisters or brothers.”
“Adam wasn’t borned with me, though, and he’s still my bestest brother! Aren’tchya, Adam?”
Adam gives a distracted, “Mhm,” but he’s busily looking at the sword right now, holding it up to light and feeling the blade. You make a desperate retreat out of check, and return the game to his side of the field.
“So, uhh, Miss Flandre?” you ask carefully, trying to just make small talk with her and get a feel for conversation with an insane vampire. “Umm, where did you, get that sword? It looks really nice.”
“Oh, that?” she replies happily. “Big Sis’ gave it to me as a present! She said she just found it lying around with a bunch of other stuff and said I could play with it! All the other stuff was really boring, but this looks so pretty. It’s even got a little dragon on it, see?” She pokes at the ornate crossguard of the sword, and you nod compliantly.
Adam realizes it’s his turn, makes a quick move to put you back in check, then asks you a question. “Hey, mithter? Do you know what thith ‘Equitath’ word meanth? I can’t figure it out.” He shows you the engraving on the sword’s scabbard which you saw last night.
“Oh, is
that how you pronounce it? Ehh-kwi-tahs? I was wondering that myself. Uhh, sorry, but I don’t have a clue what it means either; I’d like to know too.” You shrug your shoulders and make another half-hearted attempt to bring the game back into your favor. There is relative silence in the room, until Flandre says something more.
“Equitas. It’s Latin. It means equity, equality, fairness, or justice.”
You turn to head to her in confusion. Wait, did she just say that? You just catch the light in her green crystals go out as you look at her. She…she couldn’t have said that, could she? How could an insane eight-year-old possibly know Latin? And furthermore, fairness? Equality? Justice? It’s certainly an odd thing to put onto a sword. Granted, you suppose crusaders and heroes in the distant past wielded a sword to administer justice and peace to war-torn lands, so it makes a little bit of sense.
“Wait, what did you say, Miss Flandre?” you ask quickly, making sure you heard her correctly.
“Huh? What?” She looks at you strangely with unfocused eyes. “What
did I say? I didn’t say anything, did I? You’re funny, little kitty, you know that?”
It she playing with you again? Does she really not remember what she just said five seconds ago? You were right here, you hear her say it! Gah, you’re going to going as insane as she’s supposed to be before long if this keeps up!
“Checkmate!” Adam exclaims, slapping one of your pitiful pawns off the board with his knight. You study the board carefully. Can’t go left, can’t go back, castle takes the king if you take the knight…He’s right: checkmate.
“Yaaaay! Yay for Little Brother! Adam wins!” Flandre is pushing the front legs of her dragon together in imitation of applause, which you cannot deny is pretty cute. Adam extends his hand outwards in a gesture of a match well-played. You grasp it and shake twice, but almost wish you hadn’t. His skin isn’t even remotely close to human. It feels slick and tough, almost scaly. The outside of his hand is deathly cold, but his palm is as hot as a blast furnace, and his claws threaten to tear your skin with just an accidental brush.
“Yay! Now we all get to play a game together! Fun fun! I vote freeze tag! Not it!” Flandre shoots her hand up into the air as if doing so signifies that her vote is cast. The teal crystal on the top of her left wing begins to crackle with energy; well, at least it’s not blue.
“Nuh uh, come on Thith!” Adam counters. “I wanna play thomething you can only play with lotth of people, we haven’t got to do that in forever! How aboouuut…Rithk? Yeah, we haven’t played that one in forever!
You discuss the choice with Cirno. “Well, what do you say, Cirno? Anything you want to play?”
She thinks for a while, then smiles. “Well, freeze tag sounds kind of fun, I could be really good at freezin’ people!”
[ ] Vote with Flandre (and maybe Cirno) for freeze tag
[ ] Vote with Adam for “Rithk”
[ ] Think of something else, and vote for that (write-in your option)
[ ] Think of something else (write-in what), and convince Cirno to vote with you
[ ] Something unexpected? Write-ins are always on the table.
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>>22901 I doubt she’d be able to understand it, even if it
was “for dummies.” I assume that what she would really need is a teacher, someone who can explain things to her at
her level, and who knows exactly how to get though to her. I doubt if any such person exists in Gensokyo.
But if such a person
did manage to find and teach her, I would expect her average level to be at approximately five G-Laganns on the “Universal Scale of Awesome”. She might entertain hopes of getting as high as two AG-Laganns, but since the scale is both logarithmic
and exponential, she has a lot of ground to cover. Anything higher than one SGG-Lagann would just be silly.
>>22902 >>22903 >>22917 >>22918 Making fun of people is not a
n ice solution to this problem. We can be civil about this
snow, can’t we?