Maidens of the Kaleidoscope
~Hakurei Shrine~ => Patchouli's Scarlet Library => Topic started by: FinnKaenbyou on August 08, 2009, 08:39:21 PM
-
And yes, I did make that title as ambiguous as possible. T_T
So, here's the deal. I want a reason to write stories about Touhou. I also want to make a little bit of money. There is a compromise that allows me to do both of these at once.
So, here's what it basically comes down to: I'm offering to try my hand at writing crack fics. Basically, name two characters you want to see have feelings for each other and I'll see if I can make it happen. Any additional suggestions beyond that for what you'd like to see would probably make things a little easier for me. To start with, I wouldn't be expecting more than $5-10 per request via Paypal. Anything extending into H territory would be somewhat difficult for me given that I've never really written it before, so that'd probably call for an extra charge if I'll do it at all.
Now, first off, would anyone here be interested in something like this?
-
(11:16:24 PM) Roukan: Seriously though I was thinking of doing something low-scale like crack-pairings on request. Anyone interested? >_>
(11:16:35 PM) Oestrogen: with pics?
(11:16:46 PM) Roukan: That's not my specialty.
(11:16:52 PM) Oestrogen: Meiling/Cirono
(11:16:56 PM) Roukan: Read: I can't draw for shit
(11:16:57 PM) Oestrogen: Cirno
(11:18:06 PM) Pesco: Me/You
-
If you write ExcelxWriggle, I will love you forever~
...I'm being serious, by the way. I'd love to see that. Also, anything involving Rin Satsuki. RinxReimu, I guess, where Rin is yandere. And... Actually, I'd be perfectly content to just have one of those~
-
Shikieiki x Yumemi.
Actually, I'll get back to you later as soon as I get a PayPal account. Someday.
-
If you write ExcelxWriggle, I will love you forever~
...I'm being serious, by the way. I'd love to see that. Also, anything involving Rin Satsuki. RinxReimu, I guess, where Rin is yandere. And... Actually, I'd be perfectly content to just have one of those~
Agh, I'd need to go read up on Excel Saga. I watched the first half of it years ago but I don't remember much of it.
The latter I might be able to manage, though...gimme some time and I'll see if I can produce anything.
-
I don't usually ship characters, but I suppose I have a one that I'd like to see implemented:
Abaddon (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/castlevania/images/b/b6/Offart32.jpg)/Wriggle
As for money...well, I don't really have any...or a Paypal. I just thought I'd mention these.
-
I once made Xan's head explode with the idea of Shinki/Daiyousei ...
-
Crap, I almost forgot my absolute favourite Touhou crack ship: MarisaxSara. Solely because "Marisara" works well as a portmanteau couple name.
-
Rou/Imoto
-
Rou/Imoto
Pesco beat you to it.
...Then again, if you're actually willing to PAY for it...
-
Just remembered a few more...
Gig/Yuuka
Levin/Sara
Tarma/Nitori
Geeze my fan-side is showing...
-
Yuyuko/Mystia and make Yuyuku 'eat' Mystia
-
Theorist might wanna read this~
---
Reimu Hakurei was never a morning person.
Being a resident of Gensokyo, she had seen more than her fair share of perfect, idyllic sunrises. Being so common they had lost all meaning to Reimu, and in any case she preferred to embrace the morning at her own pace, rather than have a stray ray of light peek into her sleeping quarters and wake her up from whatever nice dream she'd been having at the time.
Look, unless there's some youkai running rampant all over the place, I don't need to get up on time. It's not like anyone visits the shrine anyway.
Reimu buried her head in her pillow, feeling a few strands of her long brown hair brushing against her face. It wasn't that she ever stayed up late at night, she just...appreciated sleep, and tried to have as much of it as she could. Besides, getting up just meant she'd have to start sweeping the place sooner, and of course more time for the dust to collect again afterward. The longer she waited, the fewer times she'd have to actually do it in the end. It was terrible logic, but the general populace of Gensokyo had learned (most of them the hard way) that disagreeing with Reimu Hakurei was, in most cases, a very bad idea.
With some careful adjustments, Reimu became satisfied that the sun was no longer in her eyes. Sighing, she let her body relax and prepared to fall back into her peaceful slumber.
Unfortunately, while her eyes had definitely been protected from outside interference, her ears hadn't. In the distance she could make out music, some sort of string instrument letting off a melodic whine. Too tired to wonder where the sound was coming from, Reimu tried to drown it out by boxing her ears with the pillow, but her reward was the same sound but muffled.
Seriously, who the hell would have the nerve to wake me up like this?
Giving up on staying in bed, Reimu pulled herself to her feet and slapped herself across the face a few times to wake herself up. She slept in her sarashi, but she quickly threw on her typical miko robes as she prepared to have a conversation with the musician who'd decided to perform for her uninvited. And by 'have a conversation with' she meant 'beat the living daylight out of', as was her style.
It's coming from the front yard...from the strings I'd have guessed one of the dead girls, but it doesn't sound like a violin...
The music continued, the whining turning what would otherwise be a cheerful song into a mildly unnerving one. Hauling the front door open Reimu was surprised to find that the player wasn't someone she'd ever met before. It was a young-looking girl (she couldn't say any more than that given how residents of Gensokyo had an awkward habit of being hundreds of times older than they looked) in a simple white blouse and red skirt, sitting in her front yard playing some sort of string instrument that Reimu didn't recognise. An overgrown red ribbon was tied into her short blonde hair, and her golden eyes were focused only on the instrument in her hands as she continued her recital. Reimu felt compelled to interrupt the performance violently, but an unusual feeling ran through her body as she considered it. It was guilt, mainly because it seemed like the girl had no idea how dangerous Reimu could be if angered. Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, the music wasn't actually all that bad.
I'll make an exception for her. That's her one and only chance.
The song came to an end, the musician letting the last note fade into the distance before lifting the instrument from her lap. She stood up, looking at Reimu with a childish grin, before bowing to an imaginary crowd. Reimu saw fit to give the girl a few claps of applause.
“Thank you, miko lady!”
She really did sound like a twelve-year old girl...maybe even younger. If it wasn’t for the faint magical power Reimu could feel coming from her, she might even have passed as human.
Still, she’s definitely a youkai of some sort. I’ll see if I can convince her to leave...
Reimu sighed. She wasn’t used to negotiation, or indeed any form of conversation that didn’t end in blows. She decided to take this one step at a time. Firstly she’d introduce herself – her name was pretty well known, so if the girl knew anything that would probably be enough to scare her off.
“Good morning, little girl! My name’s Reimu Hakurei. What’s yours?”
She was disgusted by the saccharine sweetness in her voice, but she decided that she’d wait until the girl was gone before she started vomiting. The musician smiled in return, pulling out her hand.
“I’m Rin! Rin Satsuki! Can we be friends?”
Looks like she bought the cheeriness...and she doesn’t know who I am after all. Time for plan B: lying to a child’s face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Rin, but I’m doing something very important now, and I need peace and quiet or it won’t work. I’m not sure when I’ll be finished, so you should probably play it safe and never come back here again.”
“I don’t wanna.”
Reimu mentally reminded herself she had to keep smiling. Rin was pouting like a spoilt brat, almost ready to sit down and start playing again. The shrine maiden was already tired of all this talking, the brightness vanishing from her voice immediately.
“Okay, Miss Satsuki, let me spell this out for you. I was fast asleep until you came along and woke me up with your little concert. Naturally I’m not exactly very happy about this, so I suggest that you leave now before I do something that you’ll regret.”
With any luck, that would do the trick. Maybe she’d scare the girl off with it, but that was better than having to go through the effort of pummeling her like she always had too. Expecting Rin to take the hint, she turned around and began to walk back in, already imagining herself under those soft, warm covers.
“No, Miss Hakurei. Let me spell this out for you.”
Reimu froze in place for a moment, turning back to face Rin. She’d taken her seat again, placing her erhu back on her lap and preparing to play again. Her childish, playful tone remained, even when the subject of discussion called for something more mature.
“I was playing by myself and having a lovely time until you came along and told me to stop. You’re up now, so there really shouldn’t be much to complain about, right? You’re not gonna get any more awake~”
Rin stuck her tongue out at the miko, looking down at her erhu and pulling the bow across as she started her next piece. Reimu was stunned into silence – she’d never seen anyone with the nerve to mock her like that on her own home turf, and quite frankly she had never felt so insulted.
If I didn’t hate you for this, kid, I might even be tempted to respect you for having guts if nothing else.
Reimu shrugged. She pulled out a single paper seal, the most basic youkai extermination tool she had. With a well-practiced swing she threw it to hit Rin in the forehead, an attack which would be more than enough to deal with a youkai of her calibre.
The music stopped.
---
Continue Y/N?
-
Rou...... you're a A++ English Student right? Because in this entire forum you have best English, at least from what I have been reading
And continue
-
Rou...... you're a A++ English Student right? Because in this entire forum you have best English, at least from what I have been reading
I did get an A for Higher English last year, but I still think it was a fluke. >_>
Plus I'm really just kinda nit-picky with my writing.
Still waiting for a reply from Theorist~
-
Oh... Oh yes, please continue~ That was wonderful. Not only the fact that it's a fanwork that actually includes Rin in it, but it's very well written too~
-
I'll agree with the others and say that was pretty damn good.
...and I don't even read touhou yuri.
-
How about doing WrigglexRin next? Theorin would love it~ (now, I got a habit of writing ~ after my sentences now, because of Theorin)
-
How about doing WrigglexRin next? Theorin would love it~ (now, I got a habit of writing ~ after my sentences now, because of Theorin)
Throw a Yuka in there and The Orin will explode again.
~
-
Rou/Imoto
Pesco beat you to it.
...Then again, if you're actually willing to PAY for it...
Maybe if you can get your imoto to help you write it
-
?Booooring~?
Reimu?s aim had been flawless as always, but the seal never made it to its target. Rin had swiped it once with her bow as it came in range, cutting it clean in half. The entire time her focus remained entirely on her instrument, not even looking at Reimu?s weapon as she destroyed it. Two harmless pieces of paper fell to the ground besides Rin as she returned to her performance. Reimu didn?t flinch, not entirely surprised by the gesture.
Should?ve guessed she wouldn?t have been dumb enough to screw with me if she didn?t know how to defend herself.
She wondered if Rin was deliberately accentuating the whiny undertones of the erhu in order to annoy her. If she was, it was definitely working, as she could feel a vein or two rising in her forehead.
Guess I?m going to have to take this girl a little more seriously.
She pulled out a handful of paper seals, muttering an incantation as she did so. The cards pulsed a light shade of red, a sign that they had been enchanted with a simple homing charm. So she could counter one projectile? Big deal. Reimu wouldn?t be impressed until she could stop five at the very least.
?Let?s see if you?re still bored after this-!?
Reimu let the seals fly every which way, each one following its own trajectory for a second or so. Then, all at once, they flashed a shade of purple and turned on Rin, still distracted by her own music. This had to be it, there was no way she could cut them all at the same time and she only needed to hit once-
?Fly.?
Rin uttered a single word, pointing her bow straight upward with a smirk. A force stronger than Reimu?s charm struck the cards, and forgetting their original goal they all began to rise into the clear blue sky. The five cards struck each other several feet above Rin?s head, and fluttered down around her like rain as she returned to playing her trustworthy erhu.
The hell?!
True to her word, Reimu was impressed by what she?d seen so far. This girl had seemed like a simple run-of-the-mill youkai who would be no threat to a veteran combatant like her, but clearly she was far more of a threat than Reimu had first thought.
Alright, then. Guess there?s no holding back now.
Reaching into another pocket, Reimu pulled out a different type of card. A small incantation was written on it, and it was made of sturdier stuff than the ones she had been using earlier. Unlike the previous ones, though, this one wasn?t designed to be thrown. Holding it between two fingers, Reimu began to recite the spell written on the card.
?Orbs of light, recognise the darkness before me and purify it without mercy.?
The card began to glow as it was activated, waiting on Reimu to complete the declaration. Rin undoubtedly heard the incantation, but she didn?t move a muscle as the miko prepared to end the fight with one blow.
Sorry, kid, but this is the end of the line. You might have lived longer if you knew your place.
?Spirit Sign! Fantasy Seal!?
Completing the chant, Reimu watched as the card flashed rapidly, each flash producing a colourful sphere of light about the size of Reimu?s torso. When the flashing finished there were a dozen orbs floating around Reimu, and in an instant they moved in unison towards Rin. It was just the same attack as before, but powerful enough to avoid any of the cheap tricks which had saved the youkai before.
Hm? She stopped playing.
Rin?s hand had slid under the erhu, a few words escaping her lips. The orbs continued to close in, with enough force to easily wipe her off the face of the earth, but she remained totally calm.
?...The winds look favourably on me, and grant me their blessing.?
Her hand slipped out from behind the erhu, holding out a single card. As it faded into a pure white light, Reimu finally advanced into outright shock.
?Wind Sign, Miracle of Chi Bi~?
The paper scraps lying at Rin?s feet began to float in the air, lifted by an unseen wind. Then, with a single flash, the seals were blown away by a gargantuan wind, a miniature air current focused on Rin herself. Reimu?s orbs were nowhere near powerful enough to stand up to this force of nature, scattering almost as quickly as the seals did. Even Reimu herself was caught up in the attack, knocked backwards into the staircase to the main shrine.
?Aah!?
She heard something crack as her back collided with solid stone. Pain ran up her spine and forced her to grit her teeth, amd she was relatively sure she?d broken a rib or two. She hadn?t taken injuries like this in a long time, and never without doing at least as much damage to her opponent.
Kinda wish I was a youkai now...damn bastards would be up and walking in five seconds after something like this.
?Oh, did I hurt you~??
Rin skipped over to the fallen miko, still cringing from her wounds. Her childish smile was unbefitting given that she had just taken one of Gensokyo?s strongest fighters and basically beaten the crap out of her, Reimu would still probably be a match for her if she?d come prepared, but the element of surprise and Reimu?s underestimation of her strength gave her the edge she needed.
?No, of course not. I?m wincing in pain because I feel like it.?
Reimu expected her opponent to gloat here, maybe finish her off. The last thing she expected was concern from her foe, who proceeded to place her erhu on the floor and hold Reimu in her arms. The miko would have responded, but she was too sore to have the energy to oppose her.
?There, there...this?ll make the pain all go away~?
Rin?s hands ran across Reimu?s back, her fingers glowing slightly as a sign that magic was at work. As she touched the injuries Reimu felt a strange sense of relief, of calm, as if she?d never been hurt at all. Beneath her skin her bones knit themselves back into place, and as Rin broke off the hug the only sign that Reimu had been injured at all was a few scrapes on her robes.
?You...how did you...?
This was a power unlike anything Reimu had seen before. She?d met all sorts of youkai during her time in Gensokyo, but none had ever possessed healing powers like these. Rin beamed another grin at Reimu, taking the opportunity to boast.
?Don?t worry, damage like that is no problem for a Kirin~!?
The name was enough to leave even Reimu stuttering. The Kirin were considered by many to be the most powerful of all the creatures of folklore, and were thought by some to be healers of great strength. No wonder she had been tossed around so casually.
?So...can I get back to playing now??
Rin asked the question nonchalantly, as if nothing had ever happened. Reimu, still slightly in shock, took a minute to comprehend the request.
?Oh, uh, yeah, sure thing.?
...Wait, I?m agreeing!? Why am I letting her intrude on my territory like this!?
Reimu was starting to doubt the words coming from her own mouth. She told herself that she needed to get rid of this girl, but somehow she couldn?t bring herself to do it. There was a feeling here she?d never felt for anyone before, something no-one else had earned from her.
Do I...do I respect her?
Rin restarted her performance as Reimu lost herself in thought. She played her erhu like a virtuoso, adding a devious, mischievous edge to an otherwise overly upbeat song. Reimu found herself getting lost more and more in the music, thinking that it fit the girl surprisingly well.
The song ended, and Rin bowed again to her audience. Reimu clapped again, this time with genuine energy and pride. The musician began to put away her bow, apparently finished for the day.
?Wait!?
Reimu was as surprised by her own outburst as Rin was. This wasn?t like her ? since when was she so worried about another person? And a youkai, at that? It was a feeling totally new to her, and it frightened her to a small degree.
Still...I guess the only way I?m gonna figure it out is if I run with it.
?Well...any chance that I could get an encore??
---
In the end I got my excuse to write, so meh. Don't feel like you absolutely have to pay me for this one, Theorist (though donations are obviously appreciated~)
So yeah, it's 1:30am over here so that's all the writing I probably have time for tonight. If this counts as a sample, maybe it'll get people more interested in making genuine requests, so...yeah. :V
-
These are really good, but why is Touhou so gay?
-
Evil Eye Sigma and Five Magic Stones
Make a twist where the Five Magic Stones secretly has a thing for Saigyou Ayakashi, but the Stones can't let Evil Eye find out.
-
So, what are the odds of anyone actually being willing to commission something? If I don't get any takers I might just write something every now and then for lulz, but that'll probably be the extent of it...
(And Theorist, you're welcome. :|)
-
Pesco/Kilga
I'm serious. It's like Tewi/Resien right there.
-
Pesco/Kilga
O_O
Oh god, why do I feel compelled to write this even though you obviously won't pay me? I'm screwed up somewhere, I know it...
-
I want one of the following.
Koishi x Flan
Koishi x Satori
Koishi x Prismrivers
Koishi x Gengetu/Mugetu (hey, dreams and subconscious are deeply connected).
-
Here's blood in your eye~
Nero Chaos/Satori (He's got 666 animals in him and Satori's said to like animals so...)
God I'm having too much fun with this, I better stop before I hang myself...
-
Oooooookay. This is a hell of a lot harder to write than I thought, so...yeah. :/
---
"You are Reisen Udongein Inaba, Townie Lover! You never intended to get involved in all this flower-viewing business, but Tewi has been missing for a while and the princess has ordered you to find her. This leaves you responsible for her safety, and should anything happen to her you can expect Master Eirin to want some...personal time with you.
You are lovers with Tewi Inaba (Pesco47). You may talk in private at any time. You win when the Mafia is eliminated. Good luck!"
The man known on the internet as Kilgamayan read the message he'd been sent with an expression similar to the one he'd wear if someone told him that he was adopted. Being a lover was bad enough, but of all the people he could have been paired with it had to be Pesco. Pesco, the guy who didn't bother looking at actual evidence and ran through entire games on gut alone. He unconsciously started tapping his fingers on the desk to vent some of the irritation.
I'm already regretting signing up for this.
Within a few minutes he'd received another PM, titled 'Quicktopic'. It was a website most Mafia players used in order to leave message for each other without having to deal with MotK's clunky PM system. Along with the link to the page that they would use there was a single sentence: "Let's have fun, うさ."
Kilga ground his teeth together. He'd never approved of Pesco's method of play - true, everyone was entitled to their own opinions, but Mafia was a team game, and play like his usually led to his faction suffering whatever he was. And now they were Lovers - so if one of them died, the other went down along with him.
"Welp, guess I'd better just get it over with."
He opened the Quicktopic, which Pesco had already labelled 'Only Good For Sex Appeal? Post Here'. Kilga found himself gripping his mouse a little tighter than usual, mainly because Reisen happened to be one of his favourite characters and thus jokes of that sort didn't go down well with him.
"Tewi Inaba, Townie Lover reporting for duty, うさ."
With no clue as to what Pesco actually looked like, Kilga unconsciously pictured him as Tewi Inaba herself. It was a process that for most people on the board was disturbingly common, but in a forum about loli shooting games that's probably par for the course. He felt that he at least had to say something since Pesco had gone to the effort of making the Quicktopic."
"Reisen the Lover here. And she's not useless, goddammit."
That was all the talking he needed to do here. For now, there was a game of Mafia to play, which meant there was an opening phase of spam to work through. Fun.
The game was a remake of a previous round based on PoFV, though obviously the new GM had decided to throw a few interesting ideas in the mix. The actual host was UncertainKitten, and Kilga had some mild suspicions that this choice was far from random. By mild he meant he could see UK laughing like a maniac hundreds of miles away, cackling at how she'd paired together the worst possible team on MotK.
Note to self: UK is a miller in the next game I run.
Of course, the random voting had already begun by the time Kilga appeared in the thread. He always imagined this phase as being like children running around in a playground playing tag, making little childish remarks and generally joking around. He resorted to his best-known RVS post:
"##Yuyuko Doll: Pesco47
Vote: UncertainKitten"
Ever since the time he'd vigged Pesco in Patchcon Mafia he'd posted this as a default RVS comment. It was what everyone expected him to post, and it was all he had to say until conversation became more serious, which probably wouldn't be for a few hours at least.
Taking one last look at the Quicktopic before turning to other things, he saw Pesco had replied to his comment.
"You mean as a lab sample, うさ?"
Kilga nearly put his fist through the monitor. Hastily closing the browser, he decided to kill time looking through a couple of Reisen-centered doujins. He'd managed to end up with his favourite character bar Aya, after all, so it was a celebration of sorts.
But still, in half of the doujins he looked through that same white rabbit kept popping up. Normally he didn't really mind Tewi, but now she just reminded him to much of Pesco. It didn't help that apparently the two rabbits were a pairing, which made no sense whatsoever to Kilga - the two were different in pretty much every regard. Reisen was calm, controlled and honest; Tewi was chaotic, mischievous and a habitual liar. In a way the relationship between those two almost seemed to reflect the relationship between him and Pesco, but the less he thought about that the better.
Here's hoping Pesco gets policy lynched D1 by Rou or something. I'm tired of this round already.
---
Want to see some reactions before I continue. Check if Pesco is happy with the monster he's created.
-
what the
-
/me approves of this fic!
-
Yeah, sorry for being around and not continuing this but I was insistent on finishing this (http://www.shrinemaiden.org/forum/index.php?topic=1536.0) off tonight. I'll get to work properly on this PesKil thing tomorrow.
what the
This is a sign that I'm doing SOMETHING right.
-
Pesco/kilga is the most amazing thing.
If I don't get more I just might kill the whole world.
-
So, what are the odds of anyone actually being willing to commission something? If I don't get any takers I might just write something every now and then for lulz, but that'll probably be the extent of it...
(And Theorist, you're welcome. :|)
Hey, give me a Paypal link and I'll totally commission you. I want to see more RinxReimu Rin Satsuki in general, and if it helps give you incentive to write I'm all for it.
...Also, PescoxKilga is a thing of beauty and must be continued~
-
Crack pairings as in, I need some more of this quick or I'm gonna have to kill something.
-
Crack pairings as in, I need some more of this quick or I'm gonna have to kill something.
You know, I'm going to say that it's actually that addictive. This coming from a guy who rarely pairs off any characters, let alone Touhous.
-
I eagerly await what will be in store for Kilga.
-
I eagerly await what will be in store for Kilga.
as do I
-
Agh, I just realised I have no idea how Kilga talks in PMs and stuff. -_-
Gimme a few days for author research before this picks up again.
-
I am interested, now that it is written...
-
I would like an MJPxTriangles marriage consummation ficlet.
* gets served with pre-emptive divorce papers
-
I would like an MJPxTriangles marriage consummation ficlet.
* gets served with pre-emptive divorce papers
We don't need to see a fic for something that's already canon.
-
Writing this whole thing from the view of
Cowboy Bebop Kilgamayan at his computer is turning out to be a lot harder than I thought, so I'm cheating a little. Trust me when I say that compared to what I've been told to include later, this is nothing.
-----
"##Vote: Pesco47
Obvscum."
It was a simple, three-word post with an unexplained vote on it. In most cases people would have dismissed it as a joke at this point in the game and ignored it.
Except that it had been written by Pesco. He had started the game by voting for himself.
There was an awkward silence on the thread as the players simply stared at the post. The only exception was Kilgamayan, who was furiously rubbing his temples to get rid of his headache.
Is he even trying to play seriously?
He opened the quicktopic, still showing Pesco's last witty remark as its most recent post.
'okay seriously what the hell are you doing'
He didn't have the patience to write in proper English, hastily making his complaints known to his supposed teammate. By the time he returned to the thread the nervous silence had ended, and Pesco's self-vote had become the game's first topic of discussion. No longer was the game like a playground frolic - immediately the attitude of everyone involved had become deadly strict, like generals in a war room looking for a traitor.
I have a bone to pick with him, and I'm going to do it in person.
No-one was expecting him anywhere right now. He could afford to spend a little time in this thread. He pulled out a piece of paper from under the keyboard and held it between his fingers, muttering something beneath his breath.
"Let me be that which people see me as. Persona [Avatar Form]."
The screen of his computer pulsed white for a few moments, filling the room with light. As the light dissipated, the only sign that Kilga had ever been there was a slight rocking in his chair.
---
It was a general complaint of the masses that the forum game of Mafia was too impersonal. It was too difficult to make any reads into the mindset of a player if you couldn't see their expressions, and on top of that it meant conversations were artificial and clunky. In most cases this would be an unavoidable circumstance, since there's no logical way for people across the world to meet face-to-face like that.
Of course, when we start talking magic, logic goes out of the window.
It was a closely guarded secret only shared with the best-known and most seen players on the forum, but some had learned how to take the magic of Gensokyo and use it to an extent in the real world. The founder of this sect of mages (for lack of a better description) was the user Alice Margatroid, better known to most simply as the Godmother. (Alice was male, but on a board like MotK that usually wasn't relevant.)
As such, it was possible for the regular players to meet face-to-face, although to an extent the magic had to obey certain restrictions. In this case, your appearance typically resembled what the majority of players imagined you as. Given the content of the board, this was typically a Touhou character.
For Kilga it was (ironically) Reisen, given his name on the Shrinemaiden IRC. As he arrived within the thread, so to speak, he glanced over himself. Reisen's clothes, skirt and all? Check. Sudden long flowing purple hair? Check. Bunny ears? Check. A strange feeling that staring at someone too long could give them a headache? Check.
Stubble, a distinctly masculine voice and a six-pack? Check, check and check.
KILGAMAYAN HAS LOGGED IN.
A voice from above resounded throughout the topic to inform the other players present that he had arrived in person. Before the voice's booming had even finished Kilga was promptly thrown to the floor, his attacker lying on top of him.
"Hi, Reisen!"
It was Pesco, based on the fact that he looked very much like Tewi excusing the black dress and the uncharacteristic cleavage. Kilga tried not to think about what this meant the REAL Pesco looked like, but the word 'manboobs' was stuck in his head now and it wasn't coming out. He quickly wrestled the rabbit away and brushed himself off, readjusting his tie until it was precisely at right angles to the floor.
"What, so I can't act in character, うさ?"
As Pesco stuck out his tongue in defiance, Kilga desperately looked for something else to pay attention to. The earlier conversations he had missed were recorded as posts which he walked past on the way to the current debate. Most of them were simple 'What the hell is Pesco doing' statements, but a few people were willing to put him down as scum pretending to be a suicidal role like a jester.
One of those posters was making his feelings known as Kilga caught up with the most recent posts. His short brown hair had an awkward looking black ribbon tied in it, and a pair of swords hung at his side. A tiny spirit of some sort was floating besides him, bouncing around as he walked in circles around the room. No-one else was online at that point, so he was mostly ranting so that people could catch up on it later.
"##Vote: Pesco47
Put simply, I don't see how Pesco could have had any sort of Townie intentions when he posted this. There's no way something like this could produce anything productive - oh, hey, Kilga."
The speaker cut himself off as Kilgamayan approached, quickly adjusting himself to a formal, proper position. A proud grin ran across his face, expecting a compliment on how well he'd set out his case.
"Morning, Rou. Good to see you're voting the same person you vote day 1 every game. On the bright side, at least you're pretty consistent."
Roukanken's smirk vanished pretty quickly after a statement like that. He had a bit of a history with Pesco, as in he was Pesco's best known target for playing around with. Whether it entertained him personally was a different thing entirely, but during the game is certainly seemed to piss him off a lot.
"You're not going to argue that Pesco isn't acting scummy, are you? What could voting himself possibly achieve?"
Kilga promptly facepalmed, Rou getting mildly aggravated at having to repeat himself. He was very good at believing in his own opinion, especially when he was wrong. This little trait made him a very difficult player to deal with, as he was willing to argue a case long after it became irrelevant.
Meanwhile, Kilga found himself with a problem to deal with. For all intents and purposes he agreed with Rou on this one - Pesco's self-vote was pretty stupid, but if Pesco died so did he. That left him no choice but to try an argue a viewpoint he didn't agree with, so he had to make an effort to sound as genuine as possible before he started talking. Thank God Mafiascum had an article for just about everything.
"Rou, I want to ask you a question. Have you ever heard of Fong's-"
"##Unvote: Pesco47
Vote: Roukanken."
"...Gambit?"
Before Kilgamayan could finish his question, Pesco's voice could be heard from all directions as his vote was declared. He skipped down to Kilga's side, grabbing his hand and holding tightly to it. Kilga resisted the urge to press harder on it in the hope that he broke something.
"Uh...no, I haven't."
Rou was doing his best to look unfazed. He was failing miserably. Kilga almost felt sort of sorry for him as he started to explain.
"Rou, Fong's Gambit is when a player votes themselves to try and lure the Mafia into voting for them. That's what you were trying to do, right Pesco?"
Kilga expected his teammate to nod here, but instead he shook his head and gave a playful grin.
"First Post Mind Hax. The first thing he said looked weird, so I think he's scu- hey, stop crushing my hand like that, seriously! うさあああ~"
Okay, close your eyes and count to ten. Resist the urge to wring his neck, he isn't worth it...
-----
I wouldn't mind some Mafia people giving me pointers on what to make them look like here, otherwise I'll probably end up offending someone somehow. -_-
-
Stubble, a distinctly masculine voice and a six-pack? Check, check and check.
I died.
-
First Post Mind Hax.
It never ends, right Pesco?
-
I only just saw this topic, but I am highly entertained. Because it is way too accurate a representation of our worst shenanigans. Just go with it Rou, you know all the little quirks in the MotK Mafia community. But here's some ideas:
Expand on the UK bastard modding angle too.
Pull up that old relationships dodecahedron for the lulz as well.
I'm expecting a crazy orgy during LYLO.
-
What I wanna know is, why the hell did Google Translate interpret "usa" as "king"?
-
What I wanna know is, why the hell did Google Translate interpret "usa" as "king"?
because awesome
-
That's great. (wonder if I'll get let in on the magic :P)
EDIT: This is UK...
-
I expected to have more done tonight, but writing this is proving to be one hell of a challenge. This is also probably going to end up being absurdly long given its current pace, well beyond anything I'd be willing to commission. -_-
-----
"So what are you going to do now?"
Pesco asked the question without the slightest hint of concern as the pair sat alone in the Quicktopic. Technically this was the only place where the pair could speak without the other players overhearing them, and Kilga had dragged him here by the ear at the first opportunity. The moon rabbit deliberately sat as far away from his cohort as possible, but since there weren't many posts in this topic he didn't have as much room as he'd have liked.
"Stop acting like I have a choice. It's not like I can vote for you or anything."
Pesco let off a playful giggle at his teammate's expense. The lack of worry in his voice was what irritated Kilga the most - he had just pulled a nigh-suicidal move in thread, and here he was laughing about it. There was a line between entertaining yourself and deliberately sabotaging your faction, and Pesco had just about crossed it.
"Guess you'd better go for Rou, then. Even if what he did was honestly a decent enough idea."
And so you remind me that I'm about to argue a case with no merit. Thanks again, Pesco.
"Nyaa~, what's going on in here?" A third voice filled the topic, catching both rabbits by surprise. Even if this place prevented other players from listening in, there was an obligation to let the Game Master see what people were doing behind closed doors. And/or laugh at the players whenever possible. It depended on the GM, really.
But given that it's UK...yeah, this isn't going to be fun.
UncertainKitten walked in with a sense of regality that her maid outfit lacked. Her light ginger hair hung down to her chest, and her feline ears sat perked up in the hope of intercepting fresh gossip. Behind her a black tail was swishing around, nearly whacking Kilga in the knee. If Orin ever ended up cosplaying Mikuru Asahina, she'd probably end up looking sort of like UK.
"Morning, boss." Pesco stood up straight, giving UK an almost robotic salute. Kilga always wondered why it was so high-pitched - was Pesco secretly a 13-year-old whose balls hadn't dropped yet or something? The Game Master responded by patting the rabbit on the head.
"Hi, guys! Enjoying your role together?" She shot a glance at Kilga as she said this, the annoyance running across his face being all she needed to see. Her expression momentarily switched to a demonic grin, on the verge of pointing and laughing at his plight, before switching back to the happy-go-lucky UK everyone else knew and loved.
Okay, scratch my previous idea. UK is now officially a Miller Insane Cop in the next game I run.
"Sure thing. All I did was post once and already Kilga is all over the place. I'm the best lover ever." Pesco turned to Kilga, his face brightening as if suddenly remembering something important. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I asked UK to pair us up as Lovers here. Hope you don't mind that, うさ~!"
Somehow, the news that Pesco had planned this didn't surprise him much. He just wished there was something around here that he could pick up and crush. Or kick at, or step on, he wasn't exactly picky when it came to managing his anger. He stood up from his corner of the topic, intent on using the same entrance UK had just appeared from before they could both gang up on him any further.
"Oh, so you're going back into the fray, then? Good luuuuck~! Try not to die too violently, nyaa!" If it wasn't the game master talking, Kilga would have given her an excellent view of his middle finger. He had to settle for a bored, unconvincing wave as he returned to the thread. Pesco and UK looked in his direction for a while, to ensure that he'd definitely left them to themselves. Even so, UK felt the need to whisper as she asked "Have you told him yet?"
Pesco's face fell the moment the question was asked, his body suddenly standing to attention. He rubbed his nose, looking away awkwardly and blushing a little. "It's not that easy, even for me. I can't do it when we're at odds like this, he'd think I was kidding."
"Then shouldn't you do something really useful in the game to make him trust you more?"
"What do you think I voted myself for?" This response earned a puzzled stare from UK, a mainstay reaction of most people to Pesco's shenanigans. The rabbit's smirk returned, although now it seemed slightly more forced. "And if I'm right, it should be paying off any second now."
-----
Hopefully UK is okay with being the stepdaughter of Orin and Mikuru. :/
There'll be a bigger segment tomorrow when I don't start writing this at 1am I swear.
-
Hopefully UK is okay with being the stepdaughter of Orin and Mikuru. :/
It's about the most amazing cosplay fusion for me that you could have come up with. I don't think my real hair color is quite ginger though ^-^
~UK
(yes, I'm too lazy to switch accounts)
-
I don't think my real hair color is quite ginger though ^-^
Benefit of the doubt. I was half tempted to make it that you had red hair under a ginger wig. -_-
-
I don't think my real hair color is quite ginger though ^-^
Benefit of the doubt. I was half tempted to make it that you had red hair under a ginger wig. -_-
Hmm...I guess my real hair color is a dirty blonde/light brown if I think about it.
-
Introducing three characters in one segment is hard. Just so you know.
-----
KILGAMAYAN HAS LOGGED IN.
A small crowd had formed in Kilga's absence, murmuring about Fong's Gambit. Rou was still arguing his case, insisting to anyone who was willing to listen (read: more or less no-one) that Pesco was obviously scum and that everyone was being an idiot for not agreeing with him immediately. A few people had caved in and agreed with him, but there were stragglers who remained unconvinced.
"Rou, Pesco wouldn't make a move like that without good reason. You know his meta better than anyone here."
The speaker was another well-known player, Kiro, muttering his disapproval for what must have been the fiftieth time. He straightened up the black dress he was wearing, a remnant of the Kamio Misuzu avatar he had used back when Mafia began. It wasn't until you experienced it yourself that you noticed that absurdly long blonde hair did have its drawbacks, as he was known for tripping up over himself every so often. Despite this clumsiness, as a player Kiro's ability was first-class, and it had almost become a running gag that the Mafia would get rid of him at the first opportunity every time he was Town.
"Seriously, why the hell is everyone here so obsessed with meta? We can't just give everyone free passes based on what they usually do!" Rou was clearly getting irritated, waving his hands around in all directions to vent his stress. Not paying proper attention, he managed to slap his ghost half head on and promptly fell to the floor like he'd just been punched in the cheek. Kilga resisted the urge to laugh at the fallen swordsman as he joined the crowd.
Okay, he's given me a decent opening. Better try making something of this.
"Question. If calling people out on meta is so scummy, why aren't you voting Alice for lurking so much?" Kilga pointed to a member of the crowd who up until now had been silent, reading a grimoire of some sort while only half-listening to the discussion. At least it looked like a book at first sight, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a laptop cunningly disguised as one. Its owner was Alice Margatroid himself, the player who had discovered and passed around the secrets of the Avatar Form. As an avid fan of Umineko (much to Kilga's private disdain), he had inherited the striking red hair of Battler Ushiromiya to go with the traditional Margatroid attire.
His best known habit was saying absolutely nothing.
"Alice is...well, Alice. He's a special case, and when he does talk it's to say something awesome, so he doesn't count."
Rou was still trying to make his case even while face down on the floor. He heard someone move over to him and extend a hand to help him up, which he promptly accepted. His blood ran cold for an instant as his hand gripped cold metal until he looked up and saw whose arm he had just grabbed.
"Oh, sure, gimme the wounded gazelle face. That'll buy me over, guaranteed."
Carthrat was well remembered for his original avatar, a genderswapped Freddy Kreuger, whose striped sweater and claw-like hand he had inherited. His more recent avatar was responsible for the impressive moustache and barmah hat, proof of his Australia heritage. He lifted Roukanken back to his feet, brushing off his mechanical hand as soon as he got the chance.
"But yeah, Kilga's got a point on this one. Pesco's got his own meta too, and if we ignored it we'd probably just lynch him Day 1 every game. You're jumping to conclusions here."
Kilga flashed something that resembled a smile as Carthrat spoke. He'd been responsible for bringing Carth into the game in the first place, and the pair were good friends even outside of Mafia. Rou stepped back, the accusations starting to get to him.
Time to step in and land the killer blow.
"This self-vote was probably a plan to trip up the Mafia with an easy target. From the looks of things, you've fallen for it hook, line and sinker. ##Vote: Roukanken."
Another booming resonance as the vote declaration spread throughout the board. Kilga couldn't help but be a little proud of himself for turning such a hopeless case into something believable. And the rest of the Town agreed-
"That's ridiculous." Kiro whispered without so much as flinching.
"The hell?" Rou shouted, reacting violently enough for himself and Kiro combined.
"..." Alice shook his head in disapproval, not wasting any words on the matter.
...Or maybe not.
"You're forgetting that Pesco's post was the only thing worth discussing at the time, Kilga. What else was he meant to do?"
Kiro knocked another strand of hair out of his eyes (seriously, having hair like that must have been hell on earth) as he made his usual solid points. Rou, desperate for support of some kind, clung to his words like a drowning man to a rock.
"Y-Yeah! If I didn't find Pesco scummy, what else was I going to do? Sit back and wait for another suspect? In fact, your whole attack on me rests on Pesco being Town, and why should I believe that?!"
Kilga clenched his fists as the united glare of the populace fell upon him. Carthrat was pondering the idea for a while, eventually giving up and shrugging his shoulders.
"He's got you there, Kilga. Scum Pesco's as nutty as Town Pesco, now that I think about it...damn, why do we never get any easy lynches on Day 1 anymore?"
Rou grew more and more confident by the second, the tables quickly turning in his favour. He pointed at his suspect with a needlessly extravagant motion, savouring the moment.
"Your clear of Pesco is based on absolutely nothing, and whatever his actual affiliation is it makes you look bad for not thinking his case over! Right now, you're far more scummy than he is! ##Unvote: Pesco, Vote: Kilga!"
There was no quiet disapproval this time around. Those present slowly walked towards Kilga, threatening to encircle him. He could easily log out at any time, but only guilty men ran so he'd just be making things worse. Only Carthrat hung back, unconvinced by what he was being told.
So here I am, about to be persecuted for an opinion that isn't my own. ...I hate this game sometimes.
Votes were cast and questions were asked, but the MotK community had a habit of picking a suspect and sticking to him intently unless something massive came up. Roukanken led the assaut, picking at every little hole he could find in Kilga's defenses and explanations. What he missed Kiro picked up on, and every word that came out of his mouth seemed to turn up as evidence against him.
Makes you wonder what the point is in defending yourself at all, if you think about it too much.
He was getting tired of this. In the end Mafia was just a game, and he had better things to do than sit here and take false accusations all day long. At the very least, he wanted to have a word with Pesco, preferrably whilst armed with a large blunt object.
"Look, I need to go. I'll be back later. Log o-"
"うふふふふ~"
His command was cut off by a voice that on instinct alone made Kilga want to punch something. Pesco literally leapt into the fray, forcing the crowd to disperse as he landed next to his fellow rabbit.
"Well, looks like my gambit paid off better than I thought it would. Thanks, Kilga, but I can take this one from here. You be a good bunny and go do something else."
There wasn't a single word in that entire sentence that didn't make Kilga want to do something painful to Pesco, but his instincts froze before he could perform the deed. There was a glint in Pesco's eye, a bright but confident expression that wordlessly said to him 'I know what I'm doing, I'll be fine on my own'. That was a good enough reason for Kilga to make a break for it, along with the satisfaction he'd get from seeing Pesco fall into the hole he'd dug for himself.
"Heh, do whatever you want. Log out."
Kilga's form slowly faded, as the mysterious voice in the sky announced his exit majestically. Pesco knew everyone was watching him - some with concern, some with disapproval, but most importantly, one with fear.
"Now, where were we, うさ?"
-----
As a side note, I'm willing to take suggestions for what I should name this thing. <_<
-
Hmm. "Crack Mafia" has a sort of ... instinctive appeal for me for some reason, though it fails to describe the rest of it I guess. "Crack Pairing Mafia", but that isn't quite as pithy.
Also, halfhearted /r/ for Doyora x both Watatsukis, with him acting like a complete and utter Leisure Suit Larry (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheLeisureSuitLarry) (warning, TVTropes, etc) yet nevertheless also being a complete Marty Stu about the relationship itself. Possibly involving Stockholm syndrome, as well.
-
So here I am, about to be persecuted for an opinion that isn't my own. ...I hate this game sometimes.
Truer words have never been spoken.
-
Yeah, forgot to mention, that's why I pretty much stay out of UGW.
(http://s174.photobucket.com/albums/w88/KimikoMuffin/marishrug.jpg)
-
This, I approve of very much, now only if I had a paypal account, then I could commission you for something, but alass, I do not, oh well, I guess my other dream shall go unanswered, also, I am not refering to my idea of Gai shishioXMima
-
Gai shishioXMima
Scuse me for a sec...
/me goes to write a story~
Should I be explicit or go the more ordinary path?
-
Gai shishioXMima
Scuse me for a sec...
/me goes to write a story~
Should I be explicit or go the more ordinary path?
god dammit don't tempt me.
-
Gai shishioXMima
Scuse me for a sec...
/me goes to write a story~
Should I be explicit or go the more ordinary path?
BOTH
-
Gai shishioXMima
Scuse me for a sec...
/me goes to write a story~
Should I be explicit or go the more ordinary path?
BOTH
......put me in there too...it was my idea.......
-
Gai shishioXMima
Scuse me for a sec...
/me goes to write a story~
Should I be explicit or go the more ordinary path?
BOTH
......put me in there too...it was my idea.......
/me makes a note to add Anthony in the story
-
[19:00] <Kuruminut> Yukari's so powerful she can CONTROL a shikigami that has a shikigami
[19:00] <HailFire> Yukari is scary, when you think about it
[19:01] <Kuruminut> :3
[19:01] <Rurodere> Meh, Medicine has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself who has a doll of herself etc etc
[19:01] <Dragoshi> Medicine has an infinite doll loop
[19:01] <Dragoshi> I get it
[19:01] <Rurodere> Medicine x Yukari.
[19:01] <Rurodere> ... wow.
[19:02] <Kuruminut> ...
[19:02] <Rurodere> That's crackier than I could have ever thought.
[19:02] <Kuruminut> You've just made a new pairing
[19:02] <Theorin> ...MedicinexYukari where.
[19:02] <Kuruminut> Tell it to Roukanken
[19:02] <Rurodere> Hahahaha
-
Damnnit Rou, you made me choke on my soda.
-
Yeah the whole commissioning thing never picked up, so I'll probably just raid this thread for ideas that interest me. I'll be slowing down anyway since I'm juggling this and this. (http://www.shrinemaiden.org/forum/index.php?topic=1681.0) For now, have an update on what I'm tentatively calling Touhou Omugasu - Magnificent Mafia Manifesto. (Yeah you can see why I needed help, I don't even think the Omugasu joke makes any sense. >_>)
-----
"Well, it's about time you showed up, Pesco."
Kiro spoke with a weary tone, the inability to grill his latest suspect irritating him. Pesco on the other hand was still full of life, ready to pick up the defense where Kilga had left off.
"Couldn't just run in and do it myself, うさ. Had to wait for someone to test the water for me."
"As in Kilga?" Carthrat interjected. Pesco nodded.
"I know a lot of people here pretty well, and someone acted a little too out of character."
He strolled up to Roukanken, whose eyes seemed to be bulging wider with every passing second, and poked him lightly on the chest.
"That'd be you, うさ~"
Rou stepped backwards, really just looking for any excuse to get away from Pesco. His defense carried a visible degree of desperation.
"What the hell are you talking about!? You can't just blame it on meta and not explain WHAT I'm doing that's so weird!"
The crowd murmured their agreement, accepting that Pesco hadn't displayed any actual reasoning behind his accusation. The rabbit simply brushed at his dress, totally unfazed. His next sentence was spoken with a calmness and severity that didn't suit him.
"When Kilga started attacking you, you switched away from me to vote him. Town Rou would be looking for any excuse to vote me - Scum Rou is too scared to try it."
The crowd responded indifferently, but Roukanken's face spoke volumes. His ghost half started to tremble uncontrollably as he stuttered out what was meant to be a response.
"T...That's...I-I'm not scared of you!"
His pale, sweat-covered face and begged to differ. Pesco's sly smile returned, playfully stepping towards his prey once again and bringing their heads as close as he could.
"Aw, look at him. White as a sheet. Such a coward, usa~"
He pulled back, deliberately turning away from Roukanken. He saw the remainder of the crowd watching their antics: Kiro being unimpressed, Carth being morbidly curious and Alice looking over at them every so often when he could drag himself away from his laptop.
A visible change occured in Rou at that point. Before he'd been flailing all over the place in panic, but in an instant he became completely rigid. He was murmuring something quietly to himself.
"...not a coward...not a coward..."
His hand slowly reached down toward his side, where two blades remained in their hilts. His arm shook violently as he willed himself on.
"I'm...not a coward."
Carth was the first in the mob to notice it, pointing at Rou with his claw-like hand. The swordsman's arm finally finished its journey, grasping the hilt with all the might he could muster.
From there, things started to happen very fast.
"I'M NOT A COWARD!"
Rou went from zero to sixty in roughly a tenth of a second, running straight towards Pesco blade in hand. This was beyond a game now - he was being toyed with and ridiculed. Something deep down within him had snapped, and the only thought running through his mind was payback. Pesco was only a few metres away - he would have needed godlike reactions to save himself.
Apparently, that was exactly what he had.
"Ah?!"
The rabbit had performed an elegant backwards vault, using Roukanken's shoulders for support. The half-ghost, with too much unspent momentum to stop himself, tripped and landed in a heap in front of his audience. Pesco took a small bow, giving himself a perfect ten.
"So predictable, うさ. Is violence the only solution you scum know?"
This time no-one was willing to help Rou to his feet. He had to get himself back up, panting heavily with all civility thrown to the wind.
"STOP SCREWING WITH ME!"
He gripped the sword tightly again, ready for a second run. By now the crowd had taken several steps backwards for their own safety, watching with all their interest. Even Alice seemed to be paying full attention. Pesco just kept on grinning, fear never once crossing his mind.
Rou might have just diced him up if a hand hadn't grabbed him by the wrist.
"Uh-uh-uh. Watch what you're doing with that, nyaa."
UncertainKitten was holding him in place, clutching his hand with inhuman strength. In case people ever resorted to actual violence, the GM was given a magical power-up so that they could 'resolve' any fights that broke out, Hakurei-style (read: beat everyone else to a pulp). Rou's bloodlust dissipated, leaving him staring down at his trapped hand in awe.
"You know the rules. We fight with words only here. You were meant to leave those until tonight, but now look what you've done."
Roukanken's mouth bobbed open and shut like he was performing a fish impression. Kiro nodded once as he derived the conclusion he needed; Carthrat looked around nervously, left feeling awkward by the entire incident; Alice, realising the drama was over, had returned to his own interests.
"No...you're not gonna-"
UK clicked her fingers once, cutting off Rou's objection. The topic went dark for an instant, before exploding back into colour as a swarm of zombie fairies surrounded the swordsman.
"Have fun, nyaa~!"
The fairies grabbed him at every joint, lifting him helplessly into the air. As he was forcefully ejected from the topic those present could make out his last few cries of resistance.
"No, you can't do this! Pesco was, he was, he was making fun of me! I couldn't just let him do that! I know he was right, but- kyaaaaaaaaaaan!"
As the voice faded away, UncertainKitten faced those who remained with a severe expression. Pesco was still grinning from ear-to-ear, his point totally proven.
"So yeah, Roukanken was Komachi Onozuka, Mafioso Goon. Night 1 starts now, send me your actions through PMs if you have any, yadda yadda yadda get out."
On the words 'get out', everyone was forcefully logged out of the topic to ensure total silence. UK was left by herself, pouting at the turn of events that had hit her game.
"Nyaa...so brave here, but Pesco just can't be honest with him...it's kinda sad."
-
"So yeah, Roukanken was Komachi Onozuka, Mafioso Goon. Night 1 starts now, send me your actions through PMs if you have any, yadda yadda yadda get out."
Actually, when scum get modkilled it stays in day :P. At least in my games.
Or was he just lynched?
-
Technically it should still be day, but I'm skipping to N1 for the sake of narrative. -_-
-
Technically it should still be day, but I'm skipping to N1 for the sake of narrative. -_-
Heehee, I figured. Just wanted to make sure things were on the up and up :P.
-
Raging Rou? I'm digging it.
-
That was a good one.
-
RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
-----
"Wow."
Kilga could only witness the aftermath, reading over the locked thread at his PC. His methods were a little arguable, but hell if he couldn't get the job done.
And now the waiting starts...
The night phase was basically the opening for anyone to use any sort of special powers their role gave them. Kilga had, of course, the 'invaluable' ability to talk to Pesco during the night, which compared to what other people could have wasn't really that impressive.
Hell, I'm practically a vanilla if there are cops and docs out there.
Skimming through the last few posts before Rou's fatal outburst, Kilga noticed a tiny green box hanging next to Pesco's name. He was online.
"Welp, guess it can't hurt to discuss a little strategy before daybreak."
He grabbed the card from its usual spot and, with a few magic words, was on his way back to the quicktopic.
Sure enough, Pesco was waiting for him the moment he got there, applauding himself.
"Told you I could handle it, うさ."
The portion of Kilga that wanted to throttle him for that was (for the first time he could remember) in the minority this time around. Pesco had earned his chance to boast, so he deserved this at the very least.
"Yeah, yeah. There are still more scum out there, y'know."
He dismissed it, trying to hide the fact that he was impressed as best as he could. Apparently something in his voice must have given him away, because Pesco was up in his face in an instant.
"Aw, listen to Kilga-chan trying to be all stoic~. You really aren't cut out for this whole tsundere thing, うさ."
Kilga-chan!?
Pesco had grabbed him around the waist, hugging him as he continued to mock.
"Honestly, you're the worst waifu ever. I thought we were supposed to care for each other!"
WAIFU!?
Kilga entirely forgot his intention to let Pesco's antics pass. He grabbed both of the white (black?) rabbit's ears in one hand, yanking them upwards as violently as possible.
"うさああああ~...Kilga-chan, you know I'm not into that..."
Kilga lifted him off the floor by the ears, holding him far away enough to avoid getting kicked in the face. Pesco flailed around, trying to somehow flip and kick Kilga's hand. For a while the captor embraced the schadenfreude, but at some point a new emotion started to work its way into his heart.
"Come on come on come on, let go already! うさああぁぁ..."
Do I feel...guilty?
Pesco seemed to genuinely be in pain now. Kilga had intended to get a small amount of relief out of this, but now he just felt like he was being cruel. For some reason, seeing Pesco hurting wasn't helping the situation in the slightest. Kilga dropped him, letting his anger pass internally.
"Oww..."
Pesco rubbed at his ears with one hand, his eyes watering. He was lying flat on the floor, making no effort to stand up as Kilga looked over him. For the tiniest instant his eyes unintentionally caught a sight of Pesco's legs, and he suddenly realised that he was able to see something he wasn't meant to.
...Crap.
They were pink, with a carrot pattern running along them. Pesco, aware that he'd been exposed, immedately began blushing furiously and pushed the dress down with the other hand.
What's with him? Not like it's anything I haven't seen before...but damn, didn't realise he'd copy Tewi right down to the panties.
Had he overdone it? He'd been pretty forceful, yeah, but he didn't think he was this bad. He leaned down and offered a hand to the fallen rabbit.
"You oka-"
He'd never seen an arm move that quickly. Pesco accepted the offer in a flash. Using Kilga's hand to propel himself back onto his feet.
"Yeah, yeah, fine, aok, this didn't happen, okay?"
He bolted for the exit to the quicktopic, apparently intent on getting as far away from Kilga as possible. Relatively sure it was a bad idea to follow, Kilga threw out one last remark before his teammate disappeared.
"Well, uh, here's hoping neither of us die tonight, right?"
"We won't."
"...Kiro?"
"It's always Kiro."
He'd never heard Pesco sound genuinely hurt before. He'd always assumed that the guy was immune to offense, but apparently he was human after all.
...Maybe I should be a little more careful around him.
There was no point in being here if Pesco wasn't going to show up. Kilga decided to follow suit, and come back when the next day phase started.
Besides, Kilga-chan...sort of has a nice ring to it.
EDIT: FFFFFFFFFFFF HOW DID I MISSPELL SCHADENFREUDE
-
I'm CHOKING here.
GJ
-
Do I feel...guilty?
First objection! Kilga never feels guilty about anything! Isn't that right Kilga-chan?
-
aww~ That was sooooooo cute!
I like this story.
-
way to spell schadenfreuden
-
I chortled.
-
Sweet Zombie Jesus, this is awesome...
Also, Kiro is obviously trying too hard to act Town here, just how can they give him a free pass for that?
-
Do I feel...guilty?
First objection! Kilga never feels guilty about anything! Isn't that right Kilga-chan?
Not particularly, no. Stuff I probably should feel guilty about I tend to be proud of more, like getting Unesco lynched on playstyle policy alone.
-
Not particularly, no. Stuff I probably should feel guilty about I tend to be proud of more, like getting Unesco lynched on playstyle policy alone.
We'll getcha back one day for that when you least expect it.
-
Do I feel...guilty?
First objection! Kilga never feels guilty about anything! Isn't that right Kilga-chan?
Not particularly, no. Stuff I probably should feel guilty about I tend to be proud of more, like getting Unesco lynched on playstyle policy alone.
You're a horrible person.
/me cries
-
Yeah you keep thinking that.
It's worth noting that my initial reaction to the concept presented in this story was that, if this ever actually happened, I would most likely suicide just to take pesco down with me in a fit of lulz.
-
So you would turn Yandere? Hehe.
-
Yandere implies there's a dere.
-
Yandere implies there's a dere.
Of course. We all know that Kilga is tsundere for me ^-^.
Or wait...was it me being tsundere for him...ah well, who cares!
-
"Well, uh, here's hoping neither of us die tonight, right?"
"We won't."
"...Kiro?"
"It's always Kiro."
I lol'ed really hard.
-
"Well, uh, here's hoping neither of us die tonight, right?"
"We won't."
"...Kiro?"
"It's always Kiro."
I lol'ed really hard.
the great part is it WASN'T last game. And he was a COP (albeit an effectively useless one if he didn't figure out the trick)
-
Ah, I'm glad to see this still alive.
-
Yandere implies there's a dere.
Yandere implies there's a dere.
Of course. We all know that Kilga is tsundere for me ^-^.
Or wait...was it me being tsundere for him...ah well, who cares!
Unfortunately, dere's are in short supply.
I've bought them all, and it won't work.
-
Yandere implies there's a dere.
Yandere implies there's a dere.
Of course. We all know that Kilga is tsundere for me ^-^.
Or wait...was it me being tsundere for him...ah well, who cares!
Unfortunately, dere's are in short supply.
I've bought them all, and it won't work.
You wanna bet on that? I'm more tsundere than you can ever hope to be!
-
Less talk, more Kilgadere.
-
It seems that Roukan is currently busy tending to his own OC.
-
man, If I wasn't so lazy and untalented, I'd make a comic of this.
-
I feel bad for leaving this un-updated for so long. I'm trying to come up with something, but I'm still sorta nervous when it comes to developing personas for certain people. Consider this a work in progress just to prove that I'm still alive. >_>
-----
Kilga woke up bleary-eyed the next morning, yesterday's events still fresh in his mind. He hauled himself out of bed, threw his breakfast straight down his throat and hastily started up his PC.
He hasn't been on the Quicktopic since last night...is he avoiding me?
He wasn't used to seeing Pesco genuinely angry at anyone. Occasionally the rabbit got a little more severe and serious, but never anything beyond that. He must have really overdone it the night before.
Eh, whatever. He'll be over it by the time Day 2 rolls around.
That was what he said to himself, but as he booted up RosenKreuzStilette to get his mind off of it he felt the name seep back into his head over and over again. He turned the music up to drown his own thoughts out, but all it earned him were sore ears.
Pesco. Pesco. Pesco, Pesco, Pesco Pesco Pesco Pesco PescoPescoPesco-
"Dammit!"
Distracted by his own thoughts, Kilga died at the hands of Liebea. His response was an immediate ragequit, and a quick cup of coffee. He was probably still half-asleep, he'd be fine once he woke up a little.
UK is a Miller Insane Cop Lynchee next game I run. Geez.
---
When the topic opened up again, no-one pretended to be surprised by the body lying on the floor, with its long blode hair wrapped around its head like a halo. UncertainKitten was looming over the corpse, turning around to cheerfully welcome the players back.
"Morning, people! You guys have probably guessed now that Kiro got hit last night. Lucky for you he's just a plain vanilla Townie, nyaa."
Behind her, the corpse raised an arm to the sky.
"Can...can I get up ye-"
UK promptly smacked Kiro in the face with her heel. His complaining stopped immediately as he was knocked out cold.
"So yeah, day 2 starts now, you guys know the drill."
She dragged the body out as those present began to form a circle. Taking a quick look around, Kilga was mildly worried to see no sign of Pesco. Had something happened to him in real life, or-
"Now then, let's begin with the proceedings of Day 2."
One voice rose up amongst the crowd, calling the rest of those present to attention. Its owner was Serpentarius, wearing a traditional yama outfit with a pair of snakes running down the sleeves. He seemed roughly a head shorter than his companions, but did his best to ignore the fact.
"Irritatingly, yesterday's wagon doesn't give us much to work with in terms of scumbuddies, so we're going to have to choose someone based on scuminess alone. On that note..."
-----
And yes, I did choose Liebea deliberately. T_T
Edible, I need a mental image of you that isn't Saber/Batman. :V
-
Saber dressed up as Batman.
-
I'm the Goddamn Saber!
...
Kill me.
-
Can...can I get up ye-
I'm going to have to use this the next time I'm NK'ed as a VT.
Also, Edible is om nom nom Saber. You can't deny it.
-
Back again, for the very 4th time.
-----
Serp's sharp gaze fell on an otherwise distracted player, leisurely munching on an orange. His light blonde hair and blue eyes reminded some of King Arthur (if he'd been an absurdly beautiful woman, admittedly) but any sense of royalty was shattered by the raincoat he wore like a cape and cowl. The first accusation against him went ignored, the orange winning out in terms of importance.
"...Edible. You had no input in yesterday's main wagons, so unless you start producing en masse today there's going to obviously be a lot of suspicion on your shoulders. Anything to comment on?"
Serp, with a hint of irritation in his voice, clarified his accusation. He earned a slight nudge of Edible's head in response.
"Not how I play."
Four small words worked their way out of Edible's mouth, sounding surprisingly low-pitched given his femimine stature (even by MotK's standards). He was chewing on the orange again before Serp's brain could process that he'd been dismissed.
"...Wait, what?"
"Nothing big happened last night until Rou snapped. Kiro was a big talker, obviously some sort of Townie. Nothing to comment on then, nothing to comment on now."
Serp felt his blood boiling as Edible continued to argue that he didn't need to contribute. The snakes running down his sleeves started to crawl slightly, almost ready to jump out of the fabric and attack him-
No, Serp. You've got to be the bigger man here. ...Metaphorically.
"...Well, I'm afraid that there's no way I can interpret that sentiment other than as an excuse for anti-Town play. ##Vote: Edible."
The ear-like points on Edible's raincoat perked up as the vote was declared, but besides that he showed no visible sign of emotion. He finished the last slice of his orange, casually pulling out another from a pocket as soon as he'd discarded the remains of the first.
"It's what I do. Hang back, wait for scum to trip up. I'm Edible."
"And I find that particularly fitting, since with a playstyle like that you're going to be eaten alive."
Serp felt no need to say anything further, ending the discussion with the best witty quip he could come up with. With their discussion over, there was a voiceless cue for the rest of the players to throw their opinions into the ring. The case had been made, and the Town was ready to pass its judgement.
All, that is, except for one player.
Pesco...where are you?
Kilga had only been paying vague attention to the debate between Serp and Edible, his attention focused on looking for a giveaway pair of white rabbit ears in the crowd. So far his search had turned up nothing, and he was starting to get concerned.
...Wait a minute. Why am I worried about him? It's Pesco, right?
Kilga paused for a moment, realising that something had changed over the last few days. In the last day phase he'd have loved something like this, an excuse for Pesco to get lynched and for Kilga to no longer have to spend any time with him, but now he actually genuinely did want his teammate to survive.
What the hell's happening with me? The guy's wormed his way right into my head.
Kilga stumbled through the crowd, partially to see if he could get a better view from outside and partially because he needed some space right now. His eyes spun around him, looking everywhere but in front-
Whack.
"Aah!"
Someone bounced off of Kilga's impressively flat chest, stumbling backwards onto the floor. A googly-eyed hat fell to his side as he rubbed at his long, purple hair. He adjusted his labcoat, brushing himself off before standing up again.
"What was that for, Kilga?"
The rabbit was too distracted to pay his victim much attention, brushing him off as he walked on.
"Sorry, Sodium. I'm sorta busy right now."
He walked further on, trying to make it as far out as he could to get a good view of everybody. Sodium, unimpressed with Kilga's apology, started to follow after him.
"Look, I'm not trying to ask for a lot here, but that's basic manners, isn't it? And the argument is sorta over there, in case you didn't notice-"
Shut up. Please, please, PLEASE shut up.
Kilga scrunched up his ears as best he could, but given their size he wasn't able to block out sound entirely. Apparently he couldn't just block Sodium out, so he'd need to find some other way to-
There...!
Walking past the two of them at that point was a familiar face, looking absently towards the discussion as he pulled away a streak of his scarlet hair. Seeing a perfect opportunity, Kilga poked Alice on the shoulder.
"Hey. Guess who I brought you?"
He walked on as Alice silently nodded. Sodium continued to tail him, growing angrier by the minute.
"Okay, seriously, Kilga. Now you're just being plain- ah!?"
A hand grabbed him around the collar, tugging him in by the labcoat. Alice looked down at the captive Sodium with a devious grin.
"...Sodium Nitrate."
Just hearing that name was enough to make Sodium start squirming.
"D-Don't call me that! It's Peroxide! Sodium Peroxide!"
Alice ignored his pleas entirely, tapping the fingers of his free hand on Sodium's hat.
"Sodium Hydroxide, Sodium Fluoride, Sodium Permanganate~"
Kilga gave a thumbs up to Alice as he walked away, a silent thank you for dealing with the problem. Sodium simply struggled fruitlessly against the godmother's grasp.
"Y-You guys are so mean...;_;"
-----
Jeez, there are so many regulars. Just off the top of my head I think I still need to find places for Nietz, Zak and Affinity...-_-
-
*ASCII thumbs-up* post here
-
Nyoro~n.
And Alice uses a lot more complicated stuff, but whatever.
Na_2O_2, NaNO_3, NaOH, NaF, NaMnO_4
And why aren't I a replacement? =V
-
SoNaNOCa? *brick'd*
But yeah. I see where this is going ...
-
So, did this die Rou? I don't want it dead. You said it wouldn't be dead!
-
Yeah, I'm really sorry I haven't been updating this properly. -_-
The problem's twofold, really:
1. I've been trying to juggle too much right now. Music for Ijiyatsu, writing Case Files now, writing this, university...
2. This one's gonna sound a lot cruder, but in recent weeks I've sort of lost my passion for Mafia, so to speak. I'm hoping it's only a temporary feeling, but every game is just getting me angrier at the players and (worse) damaging my opinion of them outside the game. Thus right now I'm not really seeing a lot of players in the best light, a feeling I'd like to be able to get over sooner rather than later. I don't thinking writing about them right now is going to turn out well. -_-
-
well,even if they are "the classic crack pairing..." my solicitude is obvious: Rinnosuke-Youki. The no existence of fanfics of this put me in despair. Please be the person who make history.if want plots,i have ideas:
a.-the love blooms in the battlefield...before Reimu and the rest,the last war for Gensokyo independence begins and...
b.-after the story about Youmu and the lamp of souls, the next day another person enters asking for the same thing...
c.-or in one of the trips to Muenzuka searching objects, Rinnosuke founds something more...
d.-or that spring,like all the another springs of all that years, he no wants go with the rest to the flower viewing and are inside his shop, seeing the white sakura in front of his window,because...
and don`t worry,i can wait n_n
-
Sudden crazy idea: a pairing of me with E-Mouse, titled "Of Mice And Muffins." Must include a reference to Frank Zappa's "The Muffin Man."
-
I didn't realise it had been over 14 days since I updated this. Thanks for the reminder, forum.
Anyway I got asked to update, so I did. You're welcome, UK. =_=
-----
They had a term for the players who hung around as far away from the conversation as possible, not contributing anything in terms of assistance when it came to finding scum. They were lurkers, and it wasn't a term used as a compliment. Carth in particular had gained a reputation for wanting to purge lurkers from the face of the earth the instant Day 3 rolled around, insistent that lurking was an inherently scummy behaviour. Alice had proven him wrong on more than one occasion, and when the team saved up to buy him a Nazi uniform labelled 'MAIDENKAMPF, HITLER OF LURKERS', no-one could argue that his rabid urge to lynch the people who were quiet didn't fit the uniform.
Kilga wasn't much lighter on the subject, and he felt a little dirty as he left the rest of Town to themselves. But Pesco's absence was uncharacteristic of him. Any other day he would be right in people's faces, pissing them off until they snapped and gave him a tell to work with. He never lurked, not even as scum.
Did I do this?
Why was he so worried, anyway? Pesco wouldn't get lynched today, at least, not with Town stuck in the middle of this Edible/Serp fight. It reeked of Town/Town, but right now he didn't care enough to offer his opinion on the matter.
Wait. That was the wrong question to ask. Better was 'Why am I worried about Pesco at all?'
Yesterday, he would have killed to see Pesco lynched and end this game before it could really start. It'd be a jerk move on Town, but it wasn't like MotK Town ever won anyway. Yet only 24 hours later, here he was genuinely concerned for Pesco. If he'd seen anyone else flip-flop their behaviour like that, he'd have called them a liar on the spot.
Except he knew right now his thoughts were genuine.
"Hello there."
A voice from beneath him pulled Kilga out of his trance. Sitting on the floor at his side, watching the ensuing feud from afar, was a young man in a pair of round, intelligent-looking glasses. Compared to the mystical avatars the rest of MotK had taken on, his was actually the most unique of all in that it was completely ordinary.
"Oh, uh. Hey, Nietz. Didn't see you there."
"Don't worry. No-one ever does."
The words were a little unnerving, but this far out no-one would have heard the exchange.
"...An interesting sight. One of them is scum. Maybe both."
Unlike Alice, who simply chose not to speak at all, Nietz left his comments as tiny snippets rather than full-blown sentences. Initially it had been eerie but, like with Alice, it had become a character quirk of his and went mostly unignored.
Kilga hated that.
"Look, I don't have time for this. I've gotta go...somewhere."
Obviously Kilga didn't want to risk spilling his role right now, so he made a petty excuse and quickly walked on. The young man he left behind only turned to look at him once, adjusting his glasses ever so slightly.
The light curved in such a way that even if he'd looked behind him, Kilga wouldn't have been able to see the smirk running across Nietz's face. This was ammunition, and he was going to use it...
-----
He couldn't go out much further now. That worried him.
By now there was no way to hear the discussion at all. The only thing left from here was the Logout Station - though logging out could easily be done manually, there was a station available to allow players to leave in a more permanent manner from the game. Obviously the station was off-limits most days, unless you came to the GM with a good reason for dropping.
Does Pesco have one of those...?
Kilga felt his heart pound when he saw a figure in the distance. By the time he realised he was running, he already had to stop to catch his breath. It was for nothing, though - the girl standing alone, looking a little nervous, was UK.
"N-Nyaa? Kilga, what're you doing here?"
It took him a few seconds to get the words out. What the hell was wrong with him today?
"Pesco...he's nowhere. You seen him...?"
In fact, while he was on this subject, what was wrong with UK? She was squirming around, looking all sorts of uncomfortable. Wasn't she supposed to be using this alone time to mock him about how he was joined to the hip with one of his worst enemies?
"Um...ah...how do I say this? I'm, uh, not sure how much I'm allowed to say..."
Her tail curled up into itself, and her ears drooped. Now Kilga was starting to feel some genuine concern, and without being in full control he had placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Please. I need to know."
He didn't notice how determined he sounded until the words slipped out of his mouth. He flinched, but his grip remained firm. UK's eyes looked around, trying to focus on anything other than Kilga, but all she could see from here was the vast grey expanse of the forum walls.
"Pesco...is dropping."
Kilga's heart skipped a beat.
"The hell?! Don't go and tell me he's dere for Rou and feels guilty about getting him modkilled, 'cause that joke just isn't funny anymore."
"No. It's...well, it's your fault."
It felt like he'd been punched in the gut.
"Well...Pesco's still here, just finishing things up. You might get a few minutes to talk if you hurry."
That was all he needed to hear, and immediately he was running again towards the Logout Station. The catgirl maid wore a pout as she watched him run, feeling her own heart sink.
"Nyaah...Pesco, how did you let it come to this?"
-----
A nearly-9-month necro? I think this might be a CPMC record.
-
Pure liquid awesome
-
Thanks Rou. I enjoyed the newest installment a lot.
-
Oh man this is back, awesome man o/
-
Whoa, I wasn't expecting this to resurface. Keep up the awesome, Rou!
-
Pesco... ;_;
-
I don't normally follow Mafia (in that I don't even have a clue what it is, exactly) but this is an entertaining read. Especially since it involves Kilga falling for Pesco.
-
So that is Rou's infamous Mafia-fic I heard about :3
-
How sweet to have Kilga follow me to the ends of the game :3
-
He wasn't sure quite what he wanted to see as he made it to the Logout Station. Maybe this was all something personal, something that he had nothing to do with in the slightest, and this was all just totally over his head. Maybe pursuing this would only serve to make things worse.
...No. She said it was my fault.
Kilga shook his head as he ran, clearing his mind again. His legs were leaden and his chest was burning, but he still pushed himself onward. He refused to wait even a second to relax, just in case that second was the vital difference. It wouldn't be much longer now, surely.
There!
The Station came into view - a simplistic booth that seated only one person, and locked itself on the inside so no-one could intervene. It only took a few minutes to finish the paperwork, and after a final confirmation the player would be removed from the remainder of the game.
It was so simple, in fact, that Alice insisted that efforts be taken to make the process more threatening so that new players wouldn't turn tail the instant things got rough. As a result, the Station had one little quirk - a heaving guillotine blade hanging above the user, its edge kept sharp at all times. It would never actually reach its target - they'd have logged out before it was released - but its presence was enough to frighten people back into the game.
A sign above the booth informed Kilga that it was indeed OCCUPIED, but the inside curtain had been pulled down to stop him from peering in.
"Dammit, Pesco, open up! You can't just drop from the game without telling me what's happening!"
Something moved inside the booth. Kilga heard the sound of a chair swiveling around to face him, but the curtain remained closed.
For one of the first times he could remember, Kilga was lost for words.
What do I say? What do I say...?
His vocabulary was nowhere near as varied as he thought, as he suddenly came to the realisation he couldn't come up with anything to say that was remotely comforting.
"...Look. I understand you're pissed at me, and if you want to still walk away after this then I'll let you go. But...can I at least get an explanation of what's going on? Please."
Silence. There was no way for him to know if his words had any effect unless Pesco said something, and every moment without an answer made him more and more afraid he was too late. It'd be more obvious, though - the sound of the guillotine slicing through the air would be proof enough that Pesco was gone.
"...idiot..."
A voice creaked out from within the booth. It was followed by a serious of sniffles, that evolved into sobs.
"うさあああう...Kilga-chan, you're such an idiot..."
Kilga made out the sound of Pesco slamming a hand into the window. His voice had grown shrill now, and sounded like it didn't belong to him in the slightest.
"All this time, all these games we've played together. All I wanted was to for you to notice me, to pay a little attention to me. You're so cool when you get serious, Kilga-chan - it's exciting just to watch. I even started trolling harder just to give you more reason to act like it because I loved it so much, うさ..."
Kilga felt his feet lock in place. He wanted to leave, this was all too much for him, and yet he couldn't pull himself away. This was getting far too personal now - if he read into this in the wrong context, it almost sounded like...
"So I tried to set things up to be near to you for a change. UK owed me a favour, so I asked her to put the two of us together for this game. I wanted to try and work up the nerve, but...I couldn't do it. And being so close to you without having the nerve to say anything...it was too much. Every time I stood next to you my heart wanted to burst right out of my chest, and...うさう..."
Pesco broke down into muffled sobs again. This had definitely crossed the line now - Pesco had gone beyond trying to be a friend and shifted into outright love. Kilga was tempted to just run for the hills before this got any more difficult, and he would have done exactly that if Pesco had confessed like this before the last two days they'd spent together. But something had changed in that short space of time, and Kilga felt it was worth at least offering some closure. Perhaps there was something lingering in there, but it wouldn't work out.
"Pesco...look, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted to hear, but long story short I don't feel the same. I...I may think that there's something impressive in there, but I just don't swing that way. It's just a case of you being a guy, that's all."
Kilga sighed. It would be a jump to say it was the only thing stopping him, but he'd never held any romantic interest in the male body, so a relationship like that just wouldn't have worked for him.
Pesco was quiet for a long time after that. Kilga heard something shuffling inside the booth - maybe Pesco finishing the preparations to leave. By now, he was fine with it - there was nothing left for him to do, and the only alternative was this situation growing more awkward still.
"Kilga-chan. I have a question for you, うさ."
He didn't expect Pesco to speak up again, and especially not with as much determination. The big confession had already been made, hadn't it? What else was left for Pesco to say?
"...You said that it's because I'm a guy, right?"
Kilga did a double take, not sure exactly where this line of reasoning was meant to head.
He wasn't ready for what was waiting for him when the curtain opened up. Pesco was standing inside, but the dress was lying folded up in the corner of the room. All Pesco was wearing was the incriminating panties from last night and - much to Kilga's amazement - a simple bra to cover a generous cleavage.
"Then what about now?"
Kilga's heart flat-out stopped for what felt like a full second. Alice had put a lot of time and effort into the persona spell, but it had its limits. The one thing it point-blank couldn't do was shift people across genders - which was why he and Rou were still blatantly male even when using female characters as their avatars.
But Pesco's body here was distinctly female. Only now did he suddenly realise the incriminating evidence that he'd accidentally uncovered last night. He'd never even thought about it then, but now everything was clicking into place.
...Shit. That's...
Pesco managed to force a smile while still semi-naked.
"I didn't think anyone would take me seriously otherwise...I'm sorry for lying to you."
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
But it was.
Pesco was a girl.
-----
*awaits inevitable rage*
-
Pesco is a girl.
It has been written! It must be so.
*also awaits rage*
-
That's an amazing twist. I am enjoying this tons.
-
(oh,almost forget who i ask a long time ago for a fic,actually half ended....it continue sleeping. suddenly i had the idea who that sword is cursed and he will begin to act VERY SUSPICTIOUS.XD)
and good story, original and inesperated ending, even i don?t understand the whys of that (i never played mafia,for example...XD) ;)
-
What size are my oppai????
Whatever size Kilga wants them to be.
-
Kilga is your real father
-
Oh huh right I needed to read thi-
Pesco was a girl.
(http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/8921/1281898876422.th.jpg) (http://img535.imageshack.us/i/1281898876422.jpg/)
-
There are a lot of things I wish to say about this story on the whole, but all of them are Mafia-centric and thus none of them seem appropriate.
Proceed.
Nice touch making Nietz scum, by the way.
-
If he hadn't been busy trying to wrap his brain around this development, Kilga would have likely noted that Pesco actually had quite a nice cleavage. The dress must have been a lot baggier than he thought.
But that wasn't what mattered right now. For perhaps the first time in his life, Kilga had a woman's breasts in his view and he ignored them entirely. He was looking straight into Pesco's eyes - had he ever seen Pesco cry before? He hadn't, now that he thought about it.
"If I said I was a girl, people would just think I was lying. Everyone's a girl on the internet, right? So I figured I may as well cut the middleman and pretend to be a boy from the very beginning."
He - no, she, this was hard for Kilga's brain to process - started sniffling, wiping her face with her hand. Her ears drooped down in front of her face, as if to do an impression of Reisen's.
"But it backfired, I guess. Now I needed you to understand what I really was, but how am I meant to say it? I can't just admit the truth to people, because they'll get mad at me for lying to them...but it hurts so much to keep it to myself too. So...I guess there's only one choice left, うさ."
She glanced upwards. Kilga couldn't see it from this side of the window, but he knew full-well what she was looking at - the brilliantly sharp blade of the guillotine.
"Staying around here is only going to hurt me. It's better than I just leave you guys to be by yourselves. I'm sorry, Kilga-chan - I know you brought up that whole 'because I'm a guy' thing to make me feel better. I should have told you the truth a long time ago, うさ..."
Pesco turned back to the computer inside the booth, fiddling with the last few inputs. The sound of the blade being primed was audible even outside the killing chamber.
Kilga wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't be, not in the slightest. If he was, he'd just be walking away and doing his best to act like none of this happened. This was something he should be trying to get out of his head as promptly as possible, not standing here and ruminating over.
So why couldn't he move his legs? Why did he keep himself right next to the window, as close to Pesco as he could get? His body seemed to be doing the opposite of what he told it to do - if anything, he was coming even closer to the glass, beating the pane with one of his hands.
Get out! Get out of there, dammit!
Was he just afraid of the guillotine? He'd never seen it in use before, true, and he knew it was there just for frightening people, but maybe that was why he was so freaked out by this whole scenario. Maybe he was letting himself think something totally illogical simply because he was in the presence of something so deadly.
But at the same time, it seemed so out of character for him. No, that couldn't be right. But then, pausing at all was out of character for him, so what was it? What force could be driving him to the verge of a heart attack at the sight of Pesco so miserable?
...There was an idea running into his head. An explanation, a solution. He denied it, refused it - it made no sense, it couldn't make any sense. All the evidence he put toward it was conjecture - a nervous reaction here, a feeling of guilt there, none of it had any physical manifestation. He couldn't accept it, he wouldn't accept it.
But...it explained it. It explained all of those little niggling feelings, the way Pesco had been dominating his thoughts, the sudden horror he'd been feeling at the sight of her in trouble now. He'd always been impressed by Pesco at some level - she was a bitch, yes, but a bitch who produced results. In that respect, there was a striking similarity between the two of them, now that he thought about it.
To that extent, though? Insane. Absurd. Downright maniacal. To say that he liked Pesco? Perhaps. But this level of worry was too extreme for that level of affection - to be this nervous, he'd have to-
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!
He was beating against the window both from desperation and to vent his anger. He didn't want to admit this, he was above that sort of relationship! He didn't need anyone or anything to feel complete, certainly not another person! To think anything other than that was just plain crazy!
Pesco stood up, and stepped away from the computer. She took a moment to put her dress back on, deciding she wanted to 'die' with some semblance of dignity. She was right next to the window, looking him in the eye.
"Well, I guess this is it. So long, うさ."
She waved, tears still hanging in her eyes. Above her, the guillotine made its final calibrations. There were maybe seconds left.
Kilga was caught in a deadlock with himself. He did, he didn't, he did, he didn't, he did, he didn't, he DID, he DIDN'T, he DID, he DIDN'T-
The blade began to fall.
"NO!"
He did.
It all played out in slow-motion in Kilga's head. Punching the glass with all the strength he had, sending the window spiralling across the inside of the booth in hundreds of pieces. The sudden, sharp pain of the glass shards catching him along the arm as he reached into the booth. His arm hastily wrapping around Pesco and pulling her towards the now-open window as the blade came tumbling down. Pesco almost flying out of the booth as he got her out, the blade colliding fruitlessly with the ground. The pair of them tumbling backwards onto the floor, Kilga's arm stinging from at least three different stab wounds.
"I...what...the hell..."
Kilga seemed the more stunned of the two, incredibly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, mumbling to himself as his brain attempted to process what exactly he had done. That hurt like hell, and if he'd screwed up he would have probably lost his arm to that weapon as well. He'd have only made a move like that if Pesco really meant something to him.
That's to say, if he loved her.
"Smooth move, Kilga-chan! Guess you've got more use to you than sex appeal after all."
Pesco stood straight up, brushing herself off. Maybe it was the light, but it didn't look like she was crying any more. In fact, she was beaming down at him, smiling like there'd never been a problem. Her voice was back to the slightly deeper, masculine tone that she usually used.
"Sorry 'bout that, うさ. Had to check if you really meant it, and I couldn't do that without throwing in a little risk."
Kilga's eyes started to widen. Suddenly he was putting two and two together - he shouldn't have grabbed anything at all. By the time he'd put his hand in Pesco should have finished logging out. Unless...
"You mean...that was a bluff? You set the guillotine to run on its own?!"
Pesco stuck her tongue out at the fallen Kilga.
"I had First Post Mindhax on you from the moment we met, Kilga-chan. I knew you'd save me, うさ~"
-
He didn't want to admit this, he was above that sort of relationship! He didn't need anyone or anything to feel complete, certainly not another person! To think anything other than that was just plain crazy!
You are a louse, Roger Smith.
-
D'ohoho Kilga-chan :V
-
You are a louse, Roger Smith.
I snerk'd.
-
Has anyone gotten Cirno/Chen yet? I might totally be willing to pay for that.