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RO_FLOPPA - @rockyrakoon.mp4 peak

Lying Lying is seldom considered a good thing on Earth, even if it is a constant fact of daily life. That said, lying in Gensokyo--while more lucrative--can potentially be a source of great danger for you, dear reader. The consequences of lying on Earth may be hurt feelings and broken friendships. However Gensokyo is not inhabited just by humans, but by ancient beings of great knowledge and magic. The better to preserve your life and happiness, it is advised you not make false statements rashly, and keep a list of lies and who you said them to written at all times. These can be written in a number of Earth languages, or in ciphers if you are a Japanese or Chinese speaker. The consequences of the wrong lie to the wrong person could put your life and those you love in immediate peril, and the wrong words may come back to haunt you. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The air was heavy with apprehension. No one moved. No one said anything. The only sounds to be heard were the faint whimpers of Team 9 and the sound of the device in Marisa’s hand. All as she glared with unrestrained fury, at a face which looked like it couldn’t care less. Things were about to get out of hand. At best, that would mean a Danmaku in the middle of a bunch of children… He had to do something… “Now Miss Kirisame, there is no need for that,” The Outsider said, trying to hide his nervousness under a calming smile as he stepped between the two. The smile that forced itself onto his face was his best showman’s expression. Between the three faces, he was sure his was the only one which hid his inner feelings. Marisa’s expression didn’t change. Her eyes didn’t move from her target. Only going to his face as he swept his cape to either side in a bod. Obscuring her target. “I am sure a woman of your experience in the occult is familiar with the ramblings of maddened mystics. Agappa is one blessed with such gifts,” ...’Maddened mystics’? Was he narrating a D&D session or negotiating a hostage situation? Whatever, there was no time to work out his approach. He had to keep going. “She...does not know what she is saying. I am certain I can decipher her meaning however, if you’ll only give me a month or so. There’s no need to scare the children here. There may be a nominal fee—but we are friends and I can tell how much these means to you. It will only be enough to cover my costs. All I need is time.” Marisa’s face burned with a fire she had never felt before. Her teeth clenched and her eyes glared at the silent maiden. One who gazed at the talisman which had meant the end of so many as though it were made of straw. Blood pulsed in her temple and ears. Each making the world tremor with a dull thud. “A month…” Her voice sounded dull and distant. Almost as if she were hearing her echo from a distance. Then she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding in. “Whew. That’s a relief. Sorry I scaredja Osu-tan. Guess you caught me in a bad mood, da ze. Yer right tho, this is no time for a Danmaku. If you you figure out yer friend’s ramblings, ya can find my house in the Forest of Magic. I’m sure someone can show ya the way.” The witch’s head turned. It may have been Oscar’s imagination, but he thought she was glancing at Team 9. Of the four, only Cirno had the strength to meet her gaze. Even if Daiyousei’s eyes followed after her curiously. Was there some history between the two? She definitely seemed to recognize them… Marisa stood with her back turned to him, before suddenly she turned. The lunge was surprisingly quick, too quick for Oscar to evade her. The hug she gave him only made the move more unnerving. Her supple arms squeezed around his dress coat under his jacket, her eyes glimmering with an innocent look. “Yer a nice guy, Osu-tan. Don’t let anyone change that about you.” The witch hoisted her broomstick as she turned from him. Hopping on it, slinging one leg lazily over the side. The other folding over it. The crowd watching in awe. She seemed to reconsider then, and glanced back at Oscar. “So, one more thing. If they don’t use Danmaku in the Outside World, how do Outsider wizards settle their beef?" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = We enslave magical creatures and make them fight to the death for our amusement. = We break the world into blocks to build competing monuments to our greatness. = We have friendly conversations on our couches while shooting spells at one another. = We play a truly complex card game as an intricate clash of our minds.

If mistress Satori sent the applicant to me, that means that person is either best suited for being a guard or is able to help me in current affairs. Off to the prison I go. As I enter the room containing this applicant, I am greeted by the sight of a Sinsack… who is trying to get rid of the sack on his head. I hesitantly enter the room… and then his line of sight, which caused him to stop trying to rip his sack of unsuccessfully and asks if he can find a job here. “You’re a Sinsack, yet you left the order I have heard so much about”, I state, staring directly into his soul, “Why?” “Because the methods they teach us to use are underhanded, immoral and despicable. How would one even find true love if the person they love had to be emotionally manipulated and broken first? That’s not the creed we had before!” “…” Goodness me this Sinsack actually has a moral compass in the correct direction. But I can’t trust him just yet, he may be hiding his abundant lust to release it all later on the one he decided to target. I thus ask after whose skirt he decided to chase after. “I don’t know the name, so is a description good enough?” “Just include all the details you know of”, I say. “It’s a girl no older than 20 years of age with twintails, two cat tails, pitchblack hair and black clothing”, he says. That sounds like me, but there is one question I can ask in order to be sure: “Where did you see her for the first time?” “The Fantasy Plains.” …Are you serious? Well, he has not jumped me yet, does not seem to have lied and despises what the Sinsacks have become. “You’re… hired.” I say. “I know it is not my place to ask, but you seem awfully familiar…” “The answer to that question comes at a cost.” “I’ll accept it.” “I am the person you saw in the Plains. The name is Mina Katt.” “Now I can at least place a name on the person I sacrificed my most valuable asset to. My name is Jun Kuroshiro and promise on whatever is left of my honour that I will serve you.” “You can start by taking the position of a guard in the prison for the entire day. Consider it a way to win my trust.” “…Do I get something to do my job with?” he queries with a pained smile. “A whip. The rest you’ll learn on the spot or get possessed or possibly even die if you play your cards horrendously wrong.” I also guide him to his workplace. If he survives the day then I am indebted to him for making him suffer more than necessary… Actually, would he harbour a vengeance against someone he loves? Even so, I would want revenge against myself if I put myself through that experience… A bell tolls me out of my thoughts as the afternoon starts in the underground. It also feels like I’m going to be deaf after hearing it for the 404th time. So what am I going to be spending the afternoon doing? \------------------------------------------/ HP: 144 MP: 26 (-22) No crippled body parts New Items and/or Equipment: Nothing Watch Kuroshiro suffer. → I am as much to blame for his suffering as he is. Might as well watch it unfold. Talk to Orin. → Who is in charge of maximum security prisons and where I want to send the Spirit I captured. Visit parliament. → Both sides need to be heard for them to agree on my compromise. Talk to Okuu. → That entrance still needs securing. I don’t trust the flames to deter the enemy. Order the vengeful spirits to make the Sinsack suffer. → He should go through hell for my trust. Sleep. → Now that the bell has tolled, I won't be rudely awakened until the next day... Unless it's something urgent.