>>107115 I'm running from a rather small character pool and she just so happened to fit the role better than any of the others. Ability-wise I agree. she's more warrior than anything. I was playing more towards attitude. I'll make it work somehow. Probably.
Anyways, update!
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I lay on my back with my eyes to the sky. The black of night fades slowly into the clean azure of day. The lack of clouds makes it tough to tell if my head’s still spinning, but the light-headed sensation I’m receiving could merely be the thin air this far up from the ground. I’m thankful for it nonetheless. An entire night of non-stop partying and yet the feeling of drunkenness refuses to fade even come morning. I don’t believe I slept a wink once the celebration finally ended.
“Ahh, this’s the life!” I breathe deeply, taking in the cold air. It’s refreshing, bringing along with it the earthy scent of grass and peaches. But with daylight comes more work. The celebration began rather abruptly thanks to some no-good meddler, yet with the shrine half-built there’s honestly no reason to hold such an event. Truth be told I think
she enjoys the partying more than I do.
“Ahh, well.. I suppose that’s the way of things here.” I hop quickly to my feet, feeling far less drunk than I’d imagined I would. Perhaps the spinning I was experiencing was merely the rotation of the Earth. Or the Coriolis Effect. I dunno, but it isn’t going to help me find my clothes. The reason they’ve been scattered about rather than on me is stranger still. I don’t quite remember taking them off, but it’s clear that I did.. Once the last piece is collected and put in its proper place, I turn my attention to the matter that roused me initially.
The others, thanks to their minimal and nearly human-level alcohol tolerance are still quite unconscious from the ordeal. I suppose the work may have to wait until the Princess wakes. It would, I imagine, be unfair were we to get underway and begin the work while she lies blissfully slumbering in her bed. I suppose thanks are in order. She’s the entire reason behind this mess, but when I stop and think about it the glorious brouhaha last night was a rather welcomes side-effect. So safe to say she’s at fault for that too. Reimu probably won’t see it so clearly, though. Now, not only is she poor but she’s homeless as well. The mere thought of her begging for change on the outskirts of the village puts me in stitches! A rather impudent pair of hands pulling me by the horns cures me of this pleasant malady swiftly.
“Yoooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!” an angry voice says as the hands tighten their grip and begin to pull, “
YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!”
“..Can I help you?” I try to get a clean look at my assailant, though she steers my head away with my every attempt. It is frustrating, sure, but not something that can’t be resolved with words. Diplomacy before fists, I was taught.
“Give me back my
underwear!!” The woman roars, throwing me at a nearby tree. I curse my short stature as I’m flung, with just enough time remaining to catch my balance and hit the intended target face-first.
“Owowow!” I rub my injured nose. Had I been using more strength it likely wouldn’t have hurt quite as bad as it did. I turn and glare at my assailant, “The hell?! I don’t have yer fuckin’-“
Standing over me is none other than the self-proclaimed witch, Kirisame Marisa. When she says ‘normal’ of course, we all realize she means to say stereotypical. If one were to roll every single witch-related stereotype together and attribute them to one person, they would have Marisa. Sometimes, I wonder to myself if her skin truly is green, and that all the tan fleshy tones are merely makeup put on in an attempt to fool the lot of us. Perhaps she also happens to be water soluble? Putting that aside, I am reminded of one unquestionable and absolute fact. And that is that I
do in fact have her panties. When I was looking for my clothes I couldn’t find mine, so I just borrowed hers instead. I didn’t actually think she’d notice, as hung over as she is and appears to be right now. Her outburst alone seems to have made her visibly ill, as she’s holding her head in the palms of her hands at this very moment as if it threatens to rip her brain out and bludgeon her to death with it.
“Okay, so I
do have yer panties.” In my ignorance, I had nearly lied to her. Nothing worse than a liar in my book. I figure I owe her the truth as an apology. Nevertheless, I have no intention of walking around with my bottom bits hanging out, and its finder’s keepers the way I see it. “So what’re you gonna do? Take ‘em back? From
me?”
“You bet your ass I will!” She lunges at me. A foolish move, considering I’m more than twice as fast than her at my worst.. And not to mention that tree still sitting behind me, which she of course cannot stop herself from greeting face-first. Ah,
Glorious! “A taste o’ yer own medicine! How d’ya like it?!” I laugh, watching her writhe in pain like I did moments ago. Despite my being at fault, I still find this reciprocation of events to be astoundingly funny. As she comes ‘round, I find myself unable to control my laughter once again. Does she forget that she’s minus her undergarments? Or is she just that devoted to taking them back that she’s willing to risk letting the Tengu take a few candid shots of her? Just because Aya is still out cold doesn’t mean she should let her guard down!
Her eyes are filled with rage once she finally stands. “A duel, then! I challenge you!” She yells with much dramatic flair. Aw man, why the heck did she have to go that route? I was having so much fun watching her chase me around, too! I’m a little disappointed..
[ ] Oh well. A duel’s a duel. Gotta oblige.
[ ] The hell with that! I’m outta here!
[ ] I’ve got a better idea! (Write-in)
