[x] Follow the upwards path
You decide to scale the muddied upwards path, hoping for something,
anything to quench your perishing thirst.
After several minutes and as many ungainly attempts to scale the blasted hill you are able to stand triumphant, though caked in grime, as running before you is a small stream, scarcely half a meter wide and glistening in the morning sunlight.
Glorious crystal clear water!
Throwing caution to the wind, you replace your pistol into your belt and drink heartily from the small stream, allowing the spring water to rejuvenate your tired body. After your thirst is thoroughly sated, you notice something rather odd through the trees ahead of you behind the browns and greens of the forest, yet closer than the clear blue sky, is a swath of red, towering as high as a tree.
Curious, you step over the stream and push through the trees beyond, there branches snagging against your clothes in a pitiful attempt to stop you from reaching the land beyond.
Before you realise it, the trees are gone. The forest that you spent days struggling through is behind you at long last. No longer will your feet have to stumble and squelch through the muck and the dirt, although you do almost topple to your right when you exit the forest's clutches as the ground peeters away rather abruptly downhill.
Before you is what caught your eye moments ago, a tall painted piece of wood, standing proud at the top of the hill. Presumably it's acting as a gate, as the hill to your right is adorned with a set of stone steps.
Now you just feel silly for scrambling up that damnable hill.
Behind the gateway is a small building in a style that you have never seen before, and a woman dressed in a peculiar garb of red and white, wielding a broom and staring at your muddied figure with a look of bafflement.
"Hello there, ma'am!" you call out in an attempt to prove that you, despite your current appearance, are not indeed a ruffian nor a dolt.
Your greeting is met by a brief sigh by the woman.
"People normally use the stairs, you know." She replied, "I take it your an outsider then?"
What barbarous tongue! Certainly, you are not from these parts but is that a justification to single one out?
No, no, you thought, clearing your head. This woman clearly means no wrong, it is not wise to judge someone so hastily.
"Indeed, I suppose I am." You reply with a chuckle after a brief internal struggle. "I am from a village about four days walk from here." You state, indicating to the forest behind you. "Do you know of it?"
"Yep, defiantly an outsider." She says, paying you no heed as she turns to walk towards the building. "C'mon, this'll be easier to explain with some tea." She states as you stand there gormlessly.
While a cup of tea is certainly tempting, and it would be rude to turn down such an offer. Surely it is moreso to trail mud through one's house?
"I am humbled by your offer but I am caked in-"
"Just hurry up, don't worry about the mud." The woman interrupts. "This place's been torn to the ground before, I can deal with a little dirt."
"In that case, I will kindly take you up on your offer."
Over a brew of tea that has never before graced your palette, the woman introduces herself as a miss Reimu Hakurei of the aptly named Hakurei Shine and has informed you as to the nature of Gensokyo, where you have seemingly stumbled into.
A place where 'youkai' roam the land hunting humans, but also needing them to exist?
A place where magic is practiced in addition to technology?
What was that she just mentioned, "Spell Cards"? What on gods green earth is this woman talking about?
You find yourself failing to grasp the conversation, it sounds like the land that the woman is describing is something out of a fairytale, and besides all of that nonsensical rambling. What exactly is this a shrine to? You certainly don't know of any shrines like this within the church, an entirely different religion perhaps?
Preposterous! If there was a different religion in a place so close to the village, surely you would have heard of it. Though, if this miss Hakurei is to be believed, you may be further from home than you think.
"Hello?", The voice of the shrine maiden snaps you from your reverie.
"Ah, yes." You reply, unable to mask your confusion.
How do you respond to this barrage of information?
[] Deny the situation outright, leaving the shrine and whatever delusions this woman has.
[] Ask for proof, surely if she believes all of this she could show you?
[] Write In!
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Bloody hell, turns out writing is quite a bit harder than I thought. I can scarsley believe it's taken me over an hour to write this out.
>>170494 I was tempted to use Tenpence, but alas, Tenpenny just has a better ring to it old boy. Plus, you don't call a single penny a pence, that would just sound daft!