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Mystia Lorelei vs. The Hunger (NSFW?!)

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ES-Anthy: --- Quote from: Mushyrulez on May 30, 2010, 09:38:04 PM ---Otherwise it's brilliant. Human recycling...! *shudder* --- End quote --- Soylent green Youkai food is humans!

Hello Purvis: (Since you people cannot be happy with just that. And since I have another scene in mind, I'll gives yalls a bit more) The birds chirp merrily and Mystia wishes with all her heart that they would shut up for just five minutes. The sun shines brightly; Mystia considers offering an actual prayer to any deity that would listen for one of them to go and kick it until it stops. The stand is empty now, and the grill turned low. Mystia sits in the most comfortable chair that she could quietly drag from the house; there's no way her legs would support her for long. Left to her own designs, she wouldn't even be out here right now. She looks back toward the house and shudders. ...Anywhere but there. The grass crunches, drawing Mystia's eyes toward the curtain covering the customer side of the stand. She stands up, wincing a bit, and puts on her best smile. It'll be nice to have someone to talk with and distract from the soreness. The curtain parts... "Hello, Mystia," says Reimu, as she walks into the stand and has a seat. She pulls out a spellcard and places it on the counter. Mystia glances down at it instinctively, stiffly; her soreness and frustration forgotten. It is turned her direction, she can clearly read: "Divine Spirit: [Fantasy Seal]. Reimu leaves the card on the counter, and rests her chin in her hands, with a smile that does not reach her eyes. Looking from the card, Mystia can't tear herself from those eyes. "Mystia, Mystia, Mystia..." says Reimu. "I am truly surprised at you. You know that? Of all the people, I didn't think it would be you. I mean, I could see Utsuho doing it? Or maybe Rumia? But you? Never in a million years. Mystia, I am so, so disappointed in you." "Wait, I can explain!" says a voice, and Mystia is moderately surprised to find it's her own. She slaps her hands to her mouth, but Reimu's eyes have already hardened. "Mystia, I only asked for one thing from you guys, just one thing, you know that?" Reimu continues, as though there were no interruptions. "All I asked for you guys to do was knock off the killing and harassing people. That's it. It's all I wanted. It's so simple, you know? I even made spellcards for you guys, so you could still fight and have fun. Don't you like spellcards, Mystia?" Mystia nods, her hands still over her mouth. Stupid! Stupid! Never interrupt the shrine maiden when she's in a mood! "I like spellcards," Reimu says, "I know because I worked forever to make them.  I like them because they're better. They're better for you. You know that, right? Remember who beat down Sariel? It was me. Remember who took out Yuka, back in the day? Me. Remember Shinki? The Makai Goddess? Know why she doesn't bother us anymore?" Reimu extends a thumb and points to herself. "You know why Evil Eye Sigma isn't a problem?" She points to herself with both thumbs. "Mystia, do you really want us to go back to that era?  Do you? Do I have to break limbs keep you people in line, rather than giving you beautiful ways to deal with your problems? Is this what you want, Mystia? Because I don't want it." Mystia winces as Reimu reaches forward with her free hand and pats Mystia on the cheek. "I like you guys, Mystia. I really do. I'd like us all to be able to get along. Wouldn't you like for that too, Mystia? Doesn't it make you happy to have such good friends like me around?" Mystia nods dumbly,  tensing herself. It'll come soon... She tries to swallow, but her throat refuses to move. "But Mystia," Says Reimu, sitting straight up, her eyes never leaving Mystia's, "you nod like you agree with me, but then you go and screw it all up. Mystia, I am so ashamed of you. You were doing so well. So very well. Now I have to make a mess of you so no one else gets any funny ideas. Do you understand that I didn't want to come here and break you in half, Mystia? That wasn't what I planned on doing today at all. I was going to go sweep the front of the shrine. It's filthy, you know that? It needs to be swept very badly. Even Suika can't deal with it anymore. But look where I am. I'm here, and this is not getting my walk swept at all." She pulls her hand from Mystia's cheek now. "Now, I am a kind and loving person at heart, Mystia, so I am going to give you five minutes, just five, to validate my time with lamprey skewer and a very good reason for me to not cave your head into the side of this shop. Now, take your hands from your mouth, and...Go." Mystia moves her hands, breathing slowly through her nose. Inhale, hold it, exhale. Don't shiver. Don't shiver! Inhale, hold it, exhale. She draws a couple of lamprey filets from the icebox, dimly noting she'll need to get Cirno to freeze it again soon. She puts the meat on the grill and adds some more charcoal to the fire. Then she takes the spices in hand, and begins to apply them. "You're not convincing me, Mystia," says Reimu. "This is a generous offer, you shouldn't waste it. I didn't offer this to Byakuren, but I am for you." "It's...a business deal," says Mystia, trying to keep her breathing steady, and her voice from quavering. "All I did was offer her money for her remains. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" "Mystia, does my forehead say  'Idiot' on it?" asks Reimu, her face neutral. Mystia shakes her head, her breathing focus lost.  "Did the faeries trick me while I was on my way here? In fact, does my forehead have any writing at all? Maybe my cheeks?" Mystia continues to shake her head, tensing herself. "Then, Mystia, why are you treating me like I'm an idiot? Have I done something to deserve this? Did I stop speaking in words and shift to barks and meows? No I did not." "But, all I did was-" "All you did was mark that woman for death!" Reimu says, slamming a fist on the counter and making the spellcard jump. "You think I'm dumb? You think I don't get the implication behind her saying 'It's okay'? Now you have exactly no reason to let her go. All you have to do is not get caught. You could bribe some dumb ox of a youkai to kick her off a cliff for you with promises of a forearm and plausible deniability! And even if you don't, what's to keep some other moron from going out and doing the same thing?!" "N-No, I wouldn't!" Mystia says, holding her hands open before her, shaking them as though to ward off the accusations. "If I was going to do that, I wouldn't even pay her money, would I? I'd just arrange for the accident, right? Wouldn't that be easier and cheaper?" "And have that much less an alibi," says Reimu, arms folded in front of her and icily calm. "Better to spend a little money and seem that much less suspicious to the causal observer, isn't it?" Mystia bows her head and exhales a great sigh. "I'm not going to be able to convince you I mean what I say, am I?" she says. "I could make any kind of gesture of goodwill, and you wouldn't believe me. You don't even know what it's like, Reimu. So, just do your worst, already." "You see," says Reimu, shaking her head. "These are the kinds of things that make me wonder how you can sing so well when you can't even hear what's going around you. It doesn't even matter what you guarantee, like I said, when someone else tries to be clever about it. The problem, Mystia, is you're opening the floodgates here. If we let this slide, we have to let it slide when Remilia wants to do it. Or when Satori wants to and uses that mind control business... You see what I mean?" "Does Satori even eat people?" Mystia asks before her thoughts really understand that she's back-talking Reimu. "Probably," says Reimu with a shrug. "She's a youkai, it's what you do. And we're getting beside the point. The point is, Mystia: what are we going to do about this situation? I will tell you what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to go around policing these little contracts of yours, and I'm not going to bust my hump to investigate every one of these deaths for possible foul play. Because I have better things to do, Mystia. I have an oni to feed. Do you know how much time that takes up? A lot. So, it looks like you get to make a choice, won't you? You going to go ahead with this, or back out?" Mystia turns her eyes toward the sizzling lamprey, biting her lip. Could she give up now? After all the trouble of convincing Thea to go through with it? After that bright, shining ray of hope? But what could be done? Having come this far, could she give up now? "...I'm going to go through with it," Mystia says. "Alright then," says Reimu, picking up the spellcard. "Wait! Wait!" Mystia cries. "Let me finish!" Reimu tucks the card between two fingers and folds them down against her palm. She looks at Mystia with cool eyes. "I think I can make this work, just let me explain. First, I'll need you to declare only I get to do this, okay? That way if anyone else tries, you can beat them up." "Or I could just beat you up right now and stop it before it becomes a problem," says Reimu. "I think I'll go with that one." "Okay, okay, okay, how about this?" says Mystia, waving her hands. "I'll do what I can to keep everything together, but you make the declaration anyways. We'll save you for a last resort. And then, I'll keep everything under control. I'll make sure no one does anything stupid, and I'll report everything to you. Okay? Just leave it all to me." "Mystia, I like you, I really do," says Reimu, "And you are tempting me to give you a chance. So, I think I will. And you're not going to let me down. You're going to assist any investigations, alright? And, you're going to let people who want out buy back their contracts. No price bloat. Or else. In fact, I'm not going to catch you making any kind of money off this at all. and you're going to keep very good records to prove it to someone who actually cares to go over that shit, like Keine. Alright? Good. Is my lamprey done?" Mystia nods through all of that. She hadn't thought of making a profit, but if she is going to have to keep other people from getting into this, then money is going to have to come from somewhere... She skewers the lamprey, and hands it to Reimu. "Good, thanks," Reimu says as she pockets the spellcard. "I'm heading home. Come visit...I dunno, later, and hammer out all the fine details. I have things to do that aren't being here or giving a crap right now. Ciao." And with that, Reimu departs the stand, munching on her lamprey skewer. Exhaling, Mystia falls back into her chair. "What a mess..." she mutters. Things just got so much more complicated. She'll need someone to keep others from trying this, some way to pay for it, some way to make certain a youkai doesn't try her luck... "Oh Riboflavin~" comes a voice from behind, punctuated by the front door flying open and smacking into the wall, "Let's have lunch!"

Silent Harmony: Dammit Yuyuko! Anyways I was happy with what you had before, which shows how sad an individual I am. Wow, just wow. Reimu absolutely gave me chills; I love it.

Paul Debrion: Now that's a scary Reimu.

E-Nazrin: Reimu the mob boss, and handled very well. Love how everyone involved is being (relatively) reasonable about their interests.

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