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Phase Change: Morning - Clear - Day 6 (7 / 6, Year 118)
BGM Load: "SMILE", Shoji Meguro - Shin Megami Tensei Persona 4 OST
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As much as you want to avoid her, you cannot make it obvious that you are trying to avoid her. It would be rude, suspicious, and beyond uncool! In the present situation, your best bet, so you reasoned, was to stay in-character.
"Hnn, why don't you make room in your busy schedule to enjoy some fresh air, Yama-san?" you propose to her wryly. "I'm still an immature escort I admit, but isn't half the fun in experiencing the earnest mistakes of a young ardent fool?"
That said, your delivery may have been a touch too brazen, eliciting a flush of worry from your cheeks, as you feared a cross admonishment from the Yama. Stumbling a bit, you try to downplay your remarks to head off the coming tongue-lashing.
"O-Of course, I'm only offering. Like no pressure. Believe me! If you're busy, you're busy, y'know? And if you don't want to go, you don't want to go. I'd be cool, perfectly, with having Koenma-sama supervise me on this exam."
Thus, you were pleasant and unpleasantly shocked, when you earned a bemused chuckle. Though her lips were hidden behind that golden tag of remorse, your discerning eyes did not miss the brief upturn of her cheeks, which soon took on a rosy tint. It appears Shikieiki had surprised even herself, eyes wide with astonishment, as she hurriedly tried to cover up her little breach in propriety with an authoritarian cough.
"Do not misunderstand. After making such a statement, I would be a hypocrite not to follow my own advice. Indeed, I believe fresh air would do me good---but prepare yourself, Gintoki."
The Yama favors you with a meaningful look.
"I will not tolerate any cheating, procrastination, sloth, and otherwise intolerable conduct during this examination, or else I would be remiss in failing to live up to my reputation of The Fair and Just Yamaxanadu. The Shinigami's duty is second only to the Bar of Ten! Without their constant vigilance and the diligence to which they carry out the law of the Celestial Order, a great calamity would surely befall us all."
She ended her sermon with a satisfied nod. This person. Talk about strict. But more importantly---WHY DID THIS TURN OUT SO WELL!" It makes you happy to see the stern green-haired girl of a Yama happy, but it makes you quail in unhappiness that she is coming along. You do not want her to find out about your dirty, massive screw up yet! This is your doing, isn't it, Ebisu-bastard?!
"Yes, ma'am," you play your part of a bored schoolboy to the hilt, "but, by the way, I'm not staying at the shrine, right now; I'm on a temp job at a client's place."
In hind sight, your words might not have been the most delicate, but thankfully, Shikieiki does not become agitated by their potentially inflammatory contents. She was completely under the spell of her authority.
"It matters not. Your duty as an imminent provisional shinigami comes first. I ask you negotiate temporary leave with your client, prudently."
"But who are you going to get here?" you lick your lips, choosing your words carefully. "My client lives in a pretty dangerous place. The Forest of Magick ring any bells?"
"I am familiar," the Yama is unruffled. Goes to show how strong she is, huh?
"Well, not only that my client has some weird thing going around their property, which knocked the lights out of me and my cousin. The latter's still out last I checked, but for some reason I recovered really fast."
"Oh?" she raises a brow, indicating you to elaborate.
Now that you think about it: you really do not have the faintest clue how Shikieiki will react to you hanging around so many---female acquaintances---at once. Okay, one was an unemployed wolf sun goddess and Alice was Alice. She was cool with you being employed to Hakurei no Reimu, at least you think so, but judging from the hints you got from your "pals", the Yama is a rather old fashioned kind of gal.
This could be trouble.
"Well, you need a name to start finding your way here. Ever hear of Rorisu, The Magician of Mystic Square?"
"I am not but I shall take steps to enlighten myself. I assume this individual is your client?"
Crap, there had not been any change in her expression.
"Well, I'm at her place, in the Forest of Magick, doing a job. Her mansion's called---Fa-shi-mi-ri---I think, and the land itself... Argh, sorry. It's another western word I didn't catch."
Still, no change.
"As long as I have a name, it should be a trifle to locate her residence, and as for that bizarreness you mention, concerning her property, I am a Yama. That is all."
Okay, now you are starting to get really worried. She did not ask any questions about ANYTHING. You had the beginnings of a bad, bad feeling in your guts.
"By and by, Gintoki-san," again, Shikieiki favors you with that meaningful look, "your complexion appears rather pale to my eyes compared to last when we met. Is something troubling you?"
Pull out. Pull out. Pull out, now! Tactical Movement to the REAR! Your panic produces a flaring blush on your cheeks, as you hurriedly excuse yourself. "Ack, sorry. Looks like my break is almost over! I'll see ya tomorrow, 'kay? LATER!"
Suffice to say, you did not bother to wait for her reaction, killing the connection right then. A huge weighted sigh settles upon your person, as you sag back against the wall for support, lest you collapse. What a fine mess you have found yourself in---again. Are you forever doomed to live in interesting times or some such?
"Fortunes, I can't wait for this whole mess to be over. The rest of the year so has to be better than this..."
Lo with the heavy mood, you tire of the isolation and seek for a distraction elsewhere. Still, before leaving, you cannot help but spare one last glance at the pretty---no---wonderful dress beyond in the sunroom. What a waste it stands there unfulfilled of its purpose; after all, are not dresses meant to be worn?
But who is suitable for such a dress? Who was it made to accompany? To make merry and beautify? The answer to the mystery eludes you, but your curiosity remains unsated.
It would have to wait for another time.
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System MSG: Congratulations, it appears you have managed to please Shikieiki---"just a wee bit". Your bonds deepen, though one can only wonder how the coming storm shall be ridden out.
BGM Change: "Reasoning", Shoji Meguro - Shin Megami Tensei Persona 4 OST
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Your wanderings eventually lead you back to the Easter Hall. As it turns out, your cousin had not been disturbed at all the night prior and had been left as she was in front of the fireplace, now no more than a spent hearth. Even in daylight, this grandiose living room had an air of strangeness to it made more eerie by the empty, calling gazes of its many fantastical exhibits. The "mannequins" would come and go as always, exacerbating the rigid atmosphere.
You push such depressing observations aside and try to focus solely on your slumbering cousin. Establishing a connection with your spiritual senses, you espy that the coming of day has restored a measure of her former augustness back, her velvety coat white as virgin snow once more, though she was far from her usual self. It must be quite troublesome to be so linked to the coming and going of her progenitor, unlike yourself.
The unexpected moan becomes a pleasant surprise to you, for you see her rousing from the sublime veil of sleep. Groggy golden eyes find their way to you, as you bend to pat her affectionately on the head.
"G-Gin-chan-aru?" someone was evidently out of it, still.
"'bout time, sleepy head. You almost had me worried."
The she-wolf groans, closing her eyes once more.
"Wh-where?"
"We're at the magician's place. What, you hungry?"
"Tired too," came her pitiful whine as her stomach voices its own growling agreement. "Ne, ne, why are you so up and uppity, Gin-chan? Ne, tell Kagura, too~! S-E-C-R-E-T-aru..."
You make a face. Truth be told, Meta Knight asked the same question, and try as you might, you end up drawing up yet another blank. After all, the most important part of this mystery, the introduction, was still lost to you.
"Sorry, I don't know myself."
"Uuuu, that's not fair! Why is Kagura the only one punished by the kekkai? NOT FAIR-aru. Kagura hates, hates it! This gloomy forest and that strict kekkai, too. Stu~pid! Uuu..."
Wow, you never thought you could ever see a noble creature like a wolf having a tantrum, but here you were bearing witness to such an absurdity. Maybe everyone is right. Your cousin is more like a dog than a wolf.
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Wait a second here. Did she just mention a kekkai!"
Your cousin gives you a vacant look that screamed "Are you a (9)?"
Well, sorry, for being a (9)!
"Gin-chan, Kagura thinks Kagura-san's opinion of you has seriously dropped a little," she speaks to you gravely with a disgruntled yip.
Hey, I was just born last week! Cut a little slack here, won't ya?
"How did you NOT figure? The magic-person hid the kekkai really well, but once Gin and Kagura hit it---it really super, super hurt! ...Gin-chan, don't tell Kagura you're a Maso-type, are you?"
Masochist? MASOCHIST. Who's a Masochist?! HUH! No, masochists around here. No, sir!
"Uuuu, Kagura so hauwnn-gry...uuuu."
Oi! Don't lose interest just yet. You wanna hear this part of the conversation. It sounds real important, yeah!
"Fine... Kagura-sensei will make Gin-chan smarter, so listen up," the she-wolf groaned, leveling a suffering lazy-eyed glance at you. "This land is clean. It's not fresh like the forest Kagura-sensei likes, but at least it's clean when you put it next to the rest of the gloomy trees outside. Must be because of the kekkai, Kagura thinks. Kagura-sensei doesn't know what it looks like, but it tastes like this house and land: strict, cold, and clean. We came in without permission, but instead of acting like a normal kekkai that keeps out like a fence, it kicked us inside-aru."
This land is clean, she says? Does Kagura mean to imply that there is something tainted about the Forest of Magick? True, there were quite a few strange phenomenon you had witnessed, but never had you thought it to be unnatural, at least by your more worldly experience. Granted, by human common sense, the forest was without a doubt unnatural.
"It still cold hurts, but at least in here, Kagura-sensei can feel Ammy-sama. Sensei, you know, was really, really scared back in the gloomy forest; couldn't feel Ammy-sama at all. Blocked. Cut off. And even at night usually, sensei can feel Her a bit, but that gloomy, black place---Kagura hates it and Kagura thinks it hates back, too."
Eh?
"Gin-chan, if Gin can help it, you shouldn't come to the gloomy, black forest too often. This place is still sleeping. It would be better not to wake it up."
After those words, it appears your conversation would have to wait, for a loud, shambling gait interrupts. You turn and spot Meta Knight coming your way, his footsteps overshadowed entirely by the cloaked, hunchbacked figure accompanying him, as it pushed a serving cart. The tell-tale wooden hands and twin pools of glowing yellow for eyes, staring out from the dark recesses of its hood, identified the latter as another one of Alice's creations: a Librarian, or at least something of a similar type.
You really don't get how she can create a being like Meta Knight, though odd, was a functional and almost "beautiful" creature, yet turn around and craft such mocking, disturbing caricatures. Even her home was less disconcerting than her "automatons". Truly, a questionable sense of aesthetics; then again, the magician herself admitted having yet to create anything superior to her first servant.
The only thing that came close to him was that dress.
"Excellent timing. This one," the armored marshmallow glared at the Librarian, "will see to thy cousin. The meal should be amenable to her taste."
Kagura whines pitifully at the unreliable, jerky movement of the hunchbacked movement of the misshapen doll as it broke into a stuttering halt, jarring the assorted bowls loudly. With help like that, who needs service, huh?
"You have been summoned, Man of Yorozuya. Come and tarry no longer."
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BGM Change: "charade", Iwasaki Taku - Soul Eater OST 2
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You felt bad about leaving so suddenly, but when the bossy lady calls, you got to go. Ten-thousand ryou and a whole lot more was hanging in the balance, with only three to four days left, before Koakuma turns you into her man-thing, permanently. Still, your cousin surprised you by being unexpectedly perceptive. Guess there was more to Kagura than you have come to know yet.
The kekkai she mentioned and the barrera Meta Knight mumbled off-hand about had to be the same thing. Judging from her testimony, it was a pretty darn ridiculous spell: stealthy, powerful, and discriminating. However, did it not seem like an awful waste of effort? Why go to such lengths? What was Alice's objective in this strange and you dare say forsaken place? And why is it you recovered so swiftly? Could it be the strength of your bonds that emboldens you so?
Indeed, ever since you acquired Lake Touya, it has been nigh-inseparable from your person, and as long as you carry it, you sense your companions are never far. Hmmm. Speaking of which, you probably should look into sending a message back to the shrine sometime today to inform the kami that you will be a way for a few days. It would not do to worry them unnecessarily, after all.
It is up on the second floor when you at last arrive at the threshold to Alice's chambers. Oddly enough, you were expecting her to be on the third floor, separate in essence from all the guests and servants. Why you slept on this very same floor in a guest room, but you suppose that upper level has its own purposes. Though judging by the dizzying array of twist and turns, you suspect you would have never found your way here without Meta Knight's escort.
Here stood a single wooden door with transparent glass panels, as typical of the mansion's decor. You expected something more ostentatious to indicate this was the Mistress's abode and that one ought to tread lightly, instead it looked to be as ordinary as your own guest room. Your escort exercised model manner, rapping at the door three, and by some unspoken command received permission to enter, before reaching up at his tiptoes to turn the knob.
You stepped through, while he held the door, not expecting much particularly, though eager to see what her bedroom could tell you about your contractor and soon-to-be savior. Thus, in a span of a blink, you are astonished at the stimuli that bombards you all at once with the crisp clasping of the door shutting. It was like a night and day in a heartbeat, save evening appears to have fallen judging by starry light flickering beyond the window.
Alice's bedroom was not just that; it was a full blown apartment suite and fully furnished too. A hint of vanilla clung to the air, inviting and calming, while candle light illuminated the suite. Over there you recognized an area set aside as a study, here a kitchen, an entrance to the bathroom probably, and last but not least, a dignified canopy bed of violet occupied by Her Ladyship no less.
The magician was sitting up in a comfy nest of pillows and blankets enough to make an impromptu throne, dressed in a simple sleeping gown, as she was fawned over by a familiar train of little blonde-haired dolls, dressed akin to attendants. Once again, a sizable book was laid out in her lap to which she perused with the aid of reading glasses, so you thought. She did not seem like the type of have bad eyesight and just let it sit though. Perhaps, the glasses were instead magicked to help her decipher otherwise incomprehensible text?
You suppose Alice of the Lost Memory was in good enough health if she had the stubborn energy to be studying even now.
"Hail, mi'lady!" Meta Knight announces with a bow, stopping exactly twenty paces away from the perimeter of the bed. This guy sure knew his manners well. "I have brought him, as thou hast commanded me."
The magician hummed thoughtfully and looked up from her study, allowing her dolls to take away her tome and glasses. You cannot say you did not miss that cool, apathy radiating from her person.
"Good day, Master Yorozuya. How does the morning find you?"
Whoa, you did not expect her to just cut straight to you! ...wait, why is she asking about you? Should it not be the other way around? You were the one who was worried here all along.
"I hope ya pardon my impudence, but that's really my line, y'know?" you reply frankly, with a flushed expression.
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
The magician gaze does not waver in the slightest. If it were not for the subtle rise and fall of her breaths, you would imagine she was a doll herself, the finest masterpiece of a truly mad meister. But why would someone want to make a "doll" like Alice of the Lost Memory?
"I am as well as I can be in the circumstances. My sincerest apologies for intervening in a matter not of my concern. I am the contractor. You are the client. There was no justified premise behind my premature actions other than a wager of pride."
Man, this girl is an expert at sending mixed signals, huh? She sounds seriously colder than ever, but she is trying to be humble and apologize for a perceived slight. You really do not know what to make of it: this magician, a touted rational being, trying to act out a human's sentiment of politeness.
You scratch your head in consternation. "It's fine. I'm used to people butting in by now. After all, I'm really just a wet behind the ears brat, who had the dumb luck to be born looking like a grown man."
Alice absorbs your words as naturally as a sponge might to water, such that it is impossible to gauge her reaction. How clinical.
"Anyways, are you going to be all right?" you do not mention your other concerns, of course. Pressuring the girl would just be plain UN-cool, even if it was your nice guy self on the line.
"It will take time for a full recovery, but I am functional."
"Hey, don't do anything else reckless, before that crazy ritual or whatever you're going to have to do to get a hold of this Demon Lord fellow."
The magician closes her eyes and breathes deep in thought, before speaking in a cool, objective manner.
"The ritual will be delayed. The earliest I can hold it is two days from now. ...Can your spirit hold out until then, Master Yorozuya?"
The new is dreadful but you manage to feign a smile.
"Rorisu-san, you're talking to a guy who swam his way out of the Sanzu River. I got stubbornness in spades."
"Mind you, the earliest I can hold the ritual is two days from now."
Oh crap... There could be delays? Why?
"There are many factors at play: the phases of the moon, the weather, the flux in the leylines, my condition, the quality of the ingredients gathered, and---luck. Summoning a royal daemon is not a trifling venture. They are a capricious and onerous kind, deceptively cunning, quick to anger, and difficult to please, much like gods. It is a blessing that their influence is rare here in the shard realm of Gensokyo. Other realms in the Endless Frontier are not so fortuitous."
Shard Realm? The Endless Frontier?
"Which brings us to my proposal to you, Master Yorozuya," Alice's austere gaze flashes piercingly at you. It is of such force that you are ejected virtually from your thoughts, as if struck by a blow.
Your palms tingle unpleasantly beneath that gaze, but you bear it as best as you can, picking your words---carefully.
"Let's hear it."
"I would ask you venture into the Forest of Magick with my servant, Meta Knight, as your guide. I require an ingredient: fresh crystallized hydrangea. There is a cavern with plentiful formations of Gamma Keil Stones where they can be gathered. Five specimens in full bloom will do."
Gamma Keil Stones?
"But be on guard, I have spotted a Mirage Wampa lurking about the area as of late. Without magick or danmaku to call your own, it would be a disadvantageous fight, for this species of feral youkai is as tall and strong as trolls, with hide to match manufacted high-tensile steel from Lost Herencia. One would have to muster considerable courage, skill, and power to best the beast in a contest of strength, but that would be your first mistake. They are cunning, stealthy hunters, understand?"
...uhhh.
"Of course, should you happen to fell the beast in the process of gathering, your reward for entertaining my selfishness will appreciate considerably. If worst comes to past, you may ask Meta Knight for assistance at anytime, but it would come at the expense of your commission, depending on services rendered."
Oh crap, she's giving you a job to help payback that ten-thousand ryou already? Sweet!
"The decision is yours. What shall it be?"
Hnnn.
What to do?
Choose...
[] Accept the offer.
[] Attempt to refuse?
[] ?????"
And... (pick one)
[] Ask for more details? <Write-in>
[] Say what's this business I hear about a barrera?
[] Speaking of Danmaku and Magick, could you..."
[] By the way, I know I'm already indebted to you, but I need a small courtesy, if you would kindly?
[] ????"
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