Continuation of
>>100136 Patchy seems to end up as the OP picture for half the threads, somehow.
Also, coffee does not appear to be a proper substitute for sleep. Unhappy with this update, etc.
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"Well..." Ah well, might as well come clean; after all, if you can't trust Patchouli of all people, then who can you trust here in Gensokyo at all? Flan's already going to be expecting an appointment with Eirin, so there's no use keeping tonight's incident a secret anymore, now is there?
"...Yes and no. Rumia bit me after school yesterday; apparently, she's trying to sabotage my relationship with Flandre, or something."
"I see. I assume most of the injuries were caused by Flandre, then?" You nod, a little unsure of how Patchouli might interpret this. She doesn't seem the type to jump to conclusions or freak out over things like this, at least from what you can tell... Granted, it's hard to tell -anything- when it comes to her; the statuesque, unchanging expression on her face showing no emotion, not a single hint at her inner thoughts. The only signs of life in the unmoving sorceress are her eyes, glinting in the sunlight from the window behind you, as she stares at your hand pensively, arms crossed.
"Hm. Perhaps she should be-..."
"Hey, she didn't mean it... She was asleep at the time." The implication hits Patchouli immediately, her face abruptly turning awfully grim for just a second or two, before returning to its natural state once again.
"...I see."
"...Why are you looking at me like that?"
She's starting to seem somehow... You can't put it into words. Is there a word for a look somewhere between 'angry' and 'incredulous'?
"So... After the first time you slept with her and she bit you, nearly getting you in serious trouble with Remilia... You simply went and slept with her, again. And she bit you. Again."
Starting to feel a little nervous, you just respond with a stupid smile and a nod, before she walks up to you, leaning close to your face and staring you right in the eye for a moment; and then right in the other one, before pulling back and rubbing her chin in thought, eyes wide and mouth contorting into an impossibly pronounced frown. You don't think you've ever seen her like this, before.
"Could you possibly be... an imbecile? Or is there some sort of sensible cause for your utter lack of common sense? Please, explain your illogical behavior to me, for it is completely beyond my comprehension."
"Well, uh, I..."
"You know what... I do not even wish to hear it. Just tell me about what happened." You nod, and promptly proceed to detail to her the events of last night; leaving out the leg-humping bit, considering it to be rather unnecessary for her to know. As much as you like Patchouli, from the sounds of it she still considers Flandre somewhat dangerous; let's keep things on a need-to-know basis, shall we? Besides, telling the woman you lost your virginity to two days ago that another member of the household she lives at masturbated herself with your leg the night after would just be taunting fate; and fate's been more-or-less kind to you so far, hasn't she? You've managed to survive two weeks in Gensokyo, alive and kicking. Each time you find yourself in trouble, either through sheer willpower and determination, the help of others, or pure blind luck, you've struggled yourself out of the mess. Best not to test your fortune, considering it might run out at any moment, right?
"I see. Well, it seems she had at least been suppressing her... urges... when she smelled your blood in her conscious state. Keep in mind that she is not actually aware that vampires are meant to feed upon humans, so..."
"...Speaking of which. Are you sure this isn't going to affect me, somehow?"
She nods without hesitation.
"If you wish to hear my own theory on the transmission of vampirism... It is a sort of oral blood transfusion process, as nonsensical as this sounds. I can only assume the processes which alter the body of a vampire also accommodate it for-..."
"Er, transfusion?"
"Yes. Essentially, to transmit vampirism, a vampire must feed upon a human, mixing their blood with her own, and also allow the human to drink this mixed blood at a later time from the vampire's own veins. Eventually, the human's body begins accepting the vampire's cells, and mimicking them, gradually transforming the human into a vampire as well. This is a repeated process that can take a very long time, depending on compatibility, so... Her feeding off you a few times will do nothing to your body, aside from the usual temporary side effects from a bite." Well. This all sounds pretty wild and crazy, but you do your best to suppress your disbelief. On the upside, this seems to mean you're still one hundred per cent human, right? Yay~
"I guess that's a relief to hear, then... Er, she's not going to get into any trouble for this, is she? I'm willing to take full responsi-..."
"Of course you are willing. I would not expect any less from you." This doesn't sound like a compliment nor praise, not with that tone. She sighs quietly, shaking her head.
"I will keep an eye on her, just in case. It would be troublesome if this became a recurring incident... Not only for you, but for everyone. Should she happen to feed while awake, we could potentially have a dire situation on our hands. So, please... Try not to inadvertently cause a catastrophe with your carelessness."
"Gotcha..." As if to show that she's not too upset with you, she lightly pats you on the head. A little awkward and embarrassing, sure, but it feels kind of nice, doesn't it?
"You should head back to the auditorium. This will remain between us for now, alright?"
"T-thanks!"
She almost smiles.
...
Keine's back for art history, looking somewhat better, though still rather tense, repeatedly asking the first-years to quiet down whenever their incessant babbling becomes too loud. And you thought Japanese schools were more disciplined... Oh, and speaking of returning characters, Remilia seems to have crawled her way to school, too! You only say 'crawled' because she looks like a total mess, her eyes not even noticing you as you passed her with a friendly wave, her hair unevenly brushed, strands sticking out here and there randomly, winges drooped downwards. For a moment, you almost figure she's asleep with her eyes open.
"Hey..."
"Hmm?" You turn your head to face Flandre, the look of sad concern on her face rather poorly hidden.
"That was a very long bathroom break..."
"Ah, well... I must've drunk a lot more this morning than I thought, heh. Sorry about that!"
She smiles at you as a response.
And yet, something about her smile seems... off.
Distorted.
Broken.
You can't put your finger on it.
It's like a reflection in a shattered mirror.
And then she opens her eyes.
Her pupils have become slits.
Her gaze feels cold.
Her eyes are narrowed, her eyebrows relaxed.
And she speaks slowly, articulating every word perfectly, each syllable piercing your senses like a knife, her unnaturally calm voice twisting the blade.
"I'm not that naive."
"F-Flan? I told you, I-..."
"THAT'S A LIE!"
Everyone in the auditorium - save for Remilia, who seems to have passed out - turns to face you and Flandre, staring curiously, wondering about the cause of her sudden outburst in the middle of class.
"...Miss Scarlet, is there a problem?"
"No, miss Kamishirasawa. I'm sorry, miss Kamishirasawa." The politely bows, a light smile once more spreading across her face; Keine seems to be adequately placated by this act, the only hint at the spike in her headache that Flandre's voice caused being a lingering frown, as she turns back to the blackboard.
Jesus Christ that was spooky.
Luckily, the lesson is over in a matter of minutes after that, and Flandre excuses herself to go to the bathroom, still smiling and acting perfectly gentle as before. So what was that about during the lesson? Ah, wait, if the younger sister left the scene, then that leaves you with...
*tug*
You feel a familiar, light pulling on your sleeve, although you tend to associate such a thing with Flandre rather than Remilia; yet, sure enough, it's the elder sister tugging on your shirt, trying to attract your attention.
"...Er, good to see you again, Remi. You look very, ah... You look well, today."
She doesn't seem amused, but nor does she seem to be upset with you - a welcome change in her mannerisms, although it's a little unsettling to see her like this. While there are obvious health benefits to not having her pin you to the ground in a fit of overreaction, or playing bad jokes on you, this serious, exhausted look doesn't suit her.
"...You wanna go for a walk?" Even her voice sounds lethargic. Quite jarring, really, compared to her usual superior, energetic manner of speaking.
"Er, sure..." Well, what can you do but agree? The two of you head outside the building, over to the usual tree; does she like coming here for some sort of sentimental value, or for the shade? Before you can ask her this question to break the uncomfortable silence, she sits down - well, more accurately, she -slumps- down - against the tree, prompting for you to do the same as she asks a question of her own.
"So, ah... What have you been up to? Did I miss anything?" While this would normally be a pretty normal thing to ask for a person after having been absent from school, there is an indescribable dread plain on her face, in her voice, as if she's afraid of the answer.
[] Sit next to her.
[] You'd rather stand.
[] Tell her about the Eientei shenanigans, and yesterday's stay at Keine's house.
-{} Leave out all the obviously supernatural and otherwise awkward details.
[] Not much.
[] Not much. Just chasing after a rampaging Flandre, trying to keep the damage and body count to a minimum, the usual.
[] i fucked you're touhou [] (Write-in option for wording purposes, etc.)
[] (Optional) Ask her how she's doing.