The Gensokyo Survival Guide, or the Life and Times of Oscar Diggs (updates weekly)

[Yumetou]

Hakutaku

‘White Marsh’

Also known as Kutabe or Bai Ze, the Hakutaku is said to be an ancient and wise beast. Usually found in ground holy to Shinto. They possess nine eyes, as well as six horns. They are said to appear in lands ruled by a virtuous figure. The Hakutaku is a mark of good luck, and is highly knowledgeable of monsters, history, human languages and nature. Because of their immense knowledge, evil Youkai fear them. Knowing the Hakutaku know their weaknesses as well.

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The woman was in some ways unassuming. She definitely didn’t look like Kimiko with her menacing, lean figure. Though it struck Oscar she was perhaps the first adult he had interacted with aside from the wild Youkai. What that meant, he wasn’t entirely sure of. But given the Village wasn’t overrun with hungry Youkai, that meant they had a protector. One which was probably her. It would be best then to be honest with her.

“I am Oscar. Though my friends call me Osu. And this is--”

“Ningen.”

Agappa eased her head around his frame. Murmuring that word from before. While it meant nothing to Oscar, his interrogator seemed to recognize it. Her eyebrow crooked, though she said nothing. Allowing him to continue.

“...And ah, Ningen. We’re new arrivals to...this land. Our friends were trying to guide me here to the Human Village when we were separated.”

“Oh yes?” The white-haired figure said, brown eyes lingering unerringly on his green. “Who might these friends of yours be?”

“We uh, just met, but their names were Rumia, Cirno...Wriggle...Dai-chan, and I think Mystia.”

The woman on the other side of the desk had been giving him a very penetrative look all the while. Almost as if she expected the worst of him. But the moment those names slipped from his lips, a strange transformation washed over her face. The lips of the woman pressed together in thought. Before blossoming in a smile.

“I see. In that case, I may have misjudged you, Magician. I apologize. Though I trust you understand. Until I speak with those five, I can’t let you out into the village freely. You are welcome to spend the night, and if they vouch for you, you may be allowed to stay.”

It was less than Oscar hoped for. But a warm bed was relief enough. All he could do was wearily nod his acceptance. The woman across from him stood. Looking more pleased than he had expected. “I am Keine Kamishirasawa. The head teacher here at Heida Temple School. Now, follow me.”

The dim halls of the school passed by dully. Though Oscar had little perception of them. The only thing he recalled between speaking with Keine and the warm embrace of sleep was an exchange of pleasantries, and the feeling of a soft pillow under his head.

Before his dreams set in…

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What do you dream, great and powerful magician?

:SekiThink: = A stranger's memory of a place lost to time...

:TenshiCry: = A mind you do not know touches your own.

:YoumuStare: = A premonition of coming danger.

= An unwanted visitor awakens you suddenly in the night.

= You awaken back in your bed in the Outside World...

Do not fear choosing the wrong answer. All will be revealed in time...

 

[Yumetou]

Shinigami

‘Spirit of Death’

A term with many meanings, a Shinigami could refer to any number of entities. In colloquial term however, the term refers to the Western concept of a grim reaper, or angel of death. These figures have some resemblance to other Shinigami. With their pale-grey skin, grim aura and inhuman features. However Shinigami defy attempts to categorize them, whether as a Youkai, Spirit or Kami.

Beings drawn to death, they may haunt locations tied to death, such as graveyards or battlefields. They may afflict the recently deceased, or torment those who have outlived them. A scant few however operate in service to the Yama. Collecting the souls of the dead and delivering them to judgment. Then to be guided, whether to purgatory, punishment or paradise.

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Slowly, Oscar’s green eyes fluttered open. Passively observing his surroundings. He was no longer in the spare room of the Heida Temple, with its rattan floor mats and faintly off-smelling futon, all lit by one candle. Instead, he was back in his bedroom. A room shaped exactly how he remembered it. He was on his bed with its unwashed sheets. His diplomas framed upon the wall over a computer desk flecked with stacks of paper. The screen humming on an all too familiar website, and an overflowing email. Beside it was a dresser, set with a magician’s accouterments. The smashed frame of the photograph laying where he had left it. To his right was the bedside table. Headache and sleeping medication spilled out under a lamp. Past it was his closet, and Houdini’s cage. All illuminated by the light of the rising sun…

The room was...less comforting, than he had hoped it would be. As strange and frightening as his dream had been, it had been equally wonderful. Wriggle, Daiyousei, Cirno, even Agappa had been a happy distraction from his troubles. Half of them had been truer friends than any he had known.

Well. Best not to lie in bed all day.

With a groan, he swung his legs to the side. One hand rubbing against his face. Slowly, he stood. The motion felt effortless, his body light as a feather. He might have chalked it up to a particularly good night’s sleep, had he not realized he didn’t feel his hat. Houdini must have slipped out of it during the night. A hand reached behind him idly…

And felt only cold skin.

For a moment, he was back in Muenzuka. Lost among the mocking faces of the dead. Dread ran along his spine as he slowly turned. There, lying upon the made bed with its stained sheets, was Oscar. Still dressed in his magician’s outfit he had worn the day before. Eyes closed as though in sleep.

He was not sure how long he stood there. It may have been seconds, or hours. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts, was the realization there was a mass which had not been there before. A shade stood in the corner of the room. A gloomy mass that seemed to tower over even his tall form. It stepped from the darkness, ignoring the awakened Oscar in favor of the other. Its form was wrapped in dark red dress, which he almost took for sack cloth. A pale sallow face gazed down at him from under golden locks. Reflected in a scythe she held to one side.

“Another one.”

She let out a slow sigh. Gazing down at his form with an inscrutable expression. Then in a flash of motion, she hefted the blade with one hand. Her calm expression shattering into one of pure rage, even as the scythe sliced over his sleeping form. A cool, blue light emerged from the sleeping Oscar Diggs’ mouth. One she watched, her implacable calm back in place.

"Ah, I miss my days as a gatekeeper…the Outside World is not as fun as it used to be.”

Her left arm retreated to her side. Pulling from her belt a wrought iron lantern. From Oscar’s mouth emerged a ball of white-blue flame, drifting into the lantern as though in a trance. The spirit of death slammed the door shut. Before lifting it to her face. The deathly pale face easing to either side as a knowing grin rose.

“The Yamas will decide your fate now. Best start praying.”

His eyes blinked. The world had again shifted. He was hemmed in by four walls of glass. A set of amber eyes leering down at him. Before she let the lantern fall. Catching on a chain, his form bounced in place in its prison. His body lay behind him, as unmoving as when he first arose. The only movement coming as his hat fell away, the elderly Houdini scrambling on top of his unmoving head with unusual energy. One the woman took no notice of. His captor only began to whistle, as the world grew dark…

The low sound of a bell’s toll turned his blood to ice. Reality returned in a rush as Oscar sat up in bed. Though the dolorous cry was eased by the sounds of idle chatter and giggling in the hallway beyond. Again, his eyes examined his surroundings. The room was again lit by the light of the rising sun. He was lying on a futon, with only a couple stains. Across from him, Agappa lay curled up in a blanket. Fast asleep. The figure of Houdini curled on top of her.

It took a few moments for him to catch his breath. A few more to find his way to the bathroom, and make himself presentable. But once he had washed the sweat from his face and taken advantage of a tub in the room, Oscar emerged, dressed once more. Back in the waking world…

Or was he still in the dream?

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What now, Magician?

:SekiThink: = Breakfast will right your mind after a bad night’s sleep. And you can talk more with Keine.

:KoishiXD: = You've been alone and afraid for too long. Go out into the courtyard, see if you can meet some friends!

:TenshiCry: = Was this really a dream? Perhaps an expert on...craziness, here can tell you who that was.

:YoumuStare: = Wake up Agappa. I have questions.

= A healthy body compliments a healthy mind. A walk around town will do a world of good.

 

[Yumetou]

Heida Temple and Manor

In spite of being a full sized temple, Heida is one of the lesser religious sites around the Human Village, being less significant than either the Myouren Temple or the Hakurei Shrine. What it lacks in religious significance however it makes up for in secular value. It is owned and maintained by the Heida Family, perhaps the most influential human family in Gensokyo's history, who maintain a large mansion on the property. It also connects to the Heida Temple School, discussed elsewhere. The site is frequently used as a safe area for children to play, or as a meeting place for village elders to discuss the affairs of the village. It is likely the most secure place you will have ready access to, and is the beating heart of the village.

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It was half an hour later that Oscar stepped out into the streets of the Village. Agappa following just behind him. The handbag wrapped around her shoulders hanging on her back. Hood drawn closely to hide her face as they went. The two had passed through the village the night before, but only now in the light of day did he have a look at this place.

And just a glance was enough to fill him with dread.

The road before the Heida Temple was well paved, with stone bricks lining the way. But the roads from this main path were made of packed dirt. Simple cottages, made of timber and paper, lined the road. Grand mansions and halls, which gave way to more humble abodes. The street was mostly empty, the working men long ago left for their jobs. Though laborers could be seen in front of small storefronts working on their wares, and small throngs of women in brighter clothes talked among themselves. There were no streetlights, only unlit paper lanterns. There were no phones, only the low sound of conversation. There were no blue jeans or shopping malls, only sturdy cloth and small storefronts.

Where even am I?

“Hungry.”

The comment was almost enough to make him jump, despite the calm statement was radically different from Rumia’s forlorn tone. His own eyes flicked to Agappa, who calmly returned the gaze. “Why even follow me then? Your friend wanted you to torment Cirno. Why come with me?”

The question only earned him a mute stare. Her mouth slightly agape while she stared up at him with big brown eyes. Before she blew her cheeks out, and sucked in her lips. Oscar rolled his eyes, even if he expected an answer like that. Still, after yesterday, her creeping company was better than only having a sleepy old rabbit for a companion.

“Come on kiddo. We’ll get some money then find a bite to eat. Whatever you eat.”

“No money.”

“Not a problem. Just stick by me.”

It took the two some time to find what he was looking for. What it actually was, Agappa wasn’t sure. But he had asked for a table, and the rough old piece of garbage was close enough. A stone, two bricks and a half-broken piece of pottery completed his stand. So it was with mute interest she watched Oscar finish setting up, not fair from the temple. Before reaching into his pocket. It emerged a moment later, a sturdy red cup made of something unknown in his hand. Peeling it away to reveal two more inside. Setting each on the table carefully, he pulled a ball from another pocket. It made her curious. It was plain and white, larger than the largest marble but much too small for a game ball. Setting the cup over it, Oscar gave her a knowing look. Before giving the top a firm tap. Delicately lifting it, to reveal nothing was there.

“WAAGH!”

The girl in her raincoat stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. Oscar only laughed, satisfied at her overreaction.

“Relax. Its just magnets. That tap makes the magnet go down, pulling the ball through a false bottom in the cup. Presto, no more ball.”

Explaining a trick was something a magician was supposed to never do. But from the look on her face, he may as well have told her it was an arcane ritual told to him in a dream. If she represented the average native, he was sure to make a killing today.

All he had to do, was make sure his performance was worth whatever wager they chose to make.

With a show of confidence he had not felt in months, he swept his arms to either side. The red of his cape fanning before him as he shouted into the near empty square.

“Ladies and gentlemen, come one and all! I, the great and powerful Oscar Diggs challenge you to a battle of wits! Choose the correct cup, and double your money! Dare you match minds with one who has unlocked the arcane?!”

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Who comes first to your performance?

:SekiThink: = A group of unfamiliar students, enjoying a break from their classes. What secrets might they hide?

:KoishiXD: = A group of students from the Temple School out on recess. They do look familiar though...

:YoumuStare: = A nearby merchant or craftsman hears your cry, taking it as an affront to their intellect!

(Test your Fortune! An 8-sided dice decides: 1-2= Kosuzu. 3=Kogasa, 4=Miyoi, 5=Rinnosuke, 6=Mystery Woman, 7=Mystery Man, 8=Mystery Man)

= A noble or priestess overhears your cries, and chooses to investigate. Best be on your toes!

(Test your Fortune! A 6 sided dice decides: 1-2=Akyuu, 3=Kyouko, 4=Mystery Woman, 5=Mystery Woman, 6=Doom)

 

[Motaromc]

Aah hello? Is this how you leave a review? i certainly hope so! Anyways, i'm a newb here and joined yesterday by mistake when i was searching for a 2hu quest and somehow found this, there is not many quests about 2hu in this little shrine right? it seems this is a place dedicated to sharing the actual games and some fan content... So about your story, our best boi Osu seems to be surviving for now, your take on 2hu is way more interesting than what we see around so far since most stories are about a random pal being gapped getting stronk on the get go and just going through the classics incidents one by one however, you are presenting a moooore in-depth view so to say.

The way you show us some less know locations, some of the locals and even give us a bit of lore makes this so much more rich than what we usually have, normally 2hu is only about named characters, but your Gensokyo just seems to be much bigger so props to you friend. Best boi Osu being completely unaware of what he is doing is simply hilarious, claiming to be a magician in a land where belief is EVERYTHING means he is on the path to become something else without even realising. I'll try to be around from now on to see just where can you take this train.

With love, Yer frend, good an ol' me

 

[Yumetou]

Currency in Gensokyo​

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For average everyday exchanges, most people—whether Human, Youkai, Spirit or Devil—use Mon. A currency traditionally used in pre-modern Japan. These appear as a round, decorative coin with a square or round hole in the center. These may be made of gold, silver, iron, bronze or even copper. Their worth may be less obvious than in Outside currency, but in general their size and the metal used indicate their value. Be warned natives will often try to use your ignorance to their advantage, claiming the coin is worth less than you suppose. The coins themselves are named for the unit of weight, which reflect their value, rather than the metal inherently used. If you are uncertain, insist on your coin being weighed by a third party.​

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Mon are the base currency, equivalent to ‘cents’ or individual ‘yen’ on Earth. These are usually made of copper or iron. More valuable coins are cast in Silver or Gold and are known as Shu, Bu and Ryo. Gensokyo’s insular economy means ‘exchange rates’ or inflation are alien concepts, insuring a stable if stagnant economy.​

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4000 Mon are equal to 16 Shu. 16 Shu is equal to 4 Bu. 4 Bu is equal to 1 Ryo.​

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It did not take long for the young magician’s cries to draw attention. Even along a street so desolate as this. The farmers and fishermen may have been hard at work, the craftsmen and merchants minding their tables. But his specialty had always been youngsters. Even if he loathed being typecast as a children’s performer.

Across from him, in the courtyard of the Heida School a number of youths played among themselves. Some engaging in simple games of ball and rope. Others in make-believe, aided with sticks and stones. One of these chased a fellow student, before Oscar’s cries drew his gaze. Most of the townsfolk seemed to be fairly like what he would expect of a Japanese village. This one was much the same, except for one feature. His straight, short hair was a rich red.

The youth glanced back at his friends, before hurrying out towards the street. Brown eyes assessing him curiously. Despite this, he seemed skiddish of the world around him. Scurrying across the road with a burst of speed, before stopping to stare. Body tensed as if expecting Oscar to jump at him…

Oscar felt his heart sink at his approach. Both because his first victim was a child, and because he wouldn’t have much money. Still, presentation and confidence were key in pulling in others. He flashed a grin. Extending a hand with the ball.

“Ahh, a brave soul, at last! Do you have the courage to challenge my arcane mastery?”

The young man’s brown eyes gazed up in nervous wonder. Before eventually managing a nod.

“Very well then! Place your wager on the counter. If you succeed, I will double your money.”

With sudden animation, his hands went to his side. Feeling for a small ring of bronze coins. Oscar’s heart sank again as the child pulled the leather cord and dropped it on the ‘table’. Not only did he have no idea what kind of money it was, the kid didn’t even have that much. And he didn’t need to be a master magician to know the fact they were bronze meant they were borderline worthless.

Focus, Oscar. Presentation.

“Very well, child.”

With an agile motion, the ball rolled beneath the cup, marked only with a tap of the finger. And with a flurry of motion, Oscar shifted the cups in place. Whirling them around one another with a finesse worthy of the best con man. The young man’s eyes remained on the display, mouth open slightly. Until the cups came to a stop.

“Now choose! Which of these contains my magic ball? Do you have the will to see past the veil of our reality?”

To the side, Agappa sat. A frozen expression of fascination bordering on horror upon her face. Eyes staring levelly with the table. To the young man’s credit, he ignored her, which was more than Oscar could say. Instead extending a small finger, and bringing it against the correct cup. “Its this one...right?”

Oscar had to admit. The kid had sharp eyes. Which made his satisfaction as he leaned the cup backwards to reveal nothing inside all the more satisfying. The youth stared transfixed. It was only then Oscar noticed, a few others were standing nearby watching.

“W-wow! How did you do that?!” The child exclaimed, gazing at the cup. Oscar smiled knowingly at him. It took him a few moments to realize that he had lost his money. Those brown eyes turned low, hair covered his face as he reached slowly for the coins on their string, and extended it to Oscar.

...Damn. It was probably all he had too…

“Keep it, son.”

“Huh?”

The magician smiled down at the surprised youth. “I said I would double your money if you chose the right one. I never said anything about taking yours. But…”

The motion was one most kids back home knew, though he doubted any would know it here. It would be worth a hell of a lot more than five cents. Oscar extended his hand towards the young man, who could only nervously watch as the hand slipped behind his ear. Before producing a single nickel. The expression on his face was priceless.

“Woooahhh...you really are a magician!”

Oscar grinned at that. Almost as widely as the youth. Sometimes being the good guy paid off. His hand rose, giving the kid a ruffle of his tidy red hair. “There you are, kid. Tell your friends about me.”

The kid turned with an excited cry. Holding aloft his strange, newfound treasure as he rushed back to the others.

Well. His con-act had only just started, and he was already down five cents. But he seemed to have made a good impression, and already other children were hurrying, both to watch his trick, and to wager their money they could chose the right cup. Eventually, he’d stop feeling guilty about this…

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You've time for another set of customers! Who shall it be?

:KoishiXD:  = A group of students from the Temple School out on recess. They do look familiar though...

:TenshiCry:  = A fellow Magician overhears your cries, and decides to test your mettle.

(Test your Fortune! A 10-sided dice decides: 1-3=Marisa 4=Byakuren 5-6=Alice 7-8=Mystery Woman 9-10=Mystery Woman)

:YoumuStare:  = A nearby merchant or craftsman hears your cry, taking it as an affront to their intellect!

(Test your Fortune! An 8-sided dice decides: 1-2= Kosuzu. 3=Kogasa, 4=Miyoi, 5=Rinnosuke, 6=Mystery Woman, 7=Mystery Man, 8=Mystery Man)

 = A noble or priestess overhears your cries, and chooses to investigate. Best be on your toes!

(Test your Fortune! A 6 sided dice decides: 1-2=Akyuu, 3=Kyouko, 4=Mystery Woman, 5=Mystery Woman, 6=Doom)

 

[Yumetou]

On Magic

While the Outside World considers magic the domain of fantasy novels and children's stories, magic is a very real force within Gensokyo. While the simple answer is magic is a product of Human faith much like Youkai, this may be contradicted by magic existing in realms outside of Gensokyo, such as Makai. Magic in Gensokyo comes in many forms, ranging from European alchemy and goetias to Japanese animism and rituals. These spells, despite their numerous differences, are universally produced by a common set of characteristics by the caster. These traits being the Ability of the sorcerer, the Temperament of the sorcerer's soul, the Quality of the reagents used, the Space in which the ritual takes place, the Time at which it is performed, and Luck which may conspire for or against you. Your success at Magic is dependent on your ability to utilize all six aspects of its creation.

Finding a tutor in the field of magic is a difficult task. Not for want of possible teachers, but because it will be difficult to persuade a capable magic-user. Witches, Hermits and Monks are seldom cajoled by gifts, or desire money. Someone capable of using magic effectively will usually have all they desire, so convincing one to take you as a student will prove difficult. Learning by grimoires or scrolls is harder still; most magical texts in Gensokyo are written in older forms of Japanese, Chinese, Greek or Latin. These are extremely rare, but can be a way to coerce a magic-user into teaching you their arts. Schools of magic can vary wildly, not just in origin but in practice and components.

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The right voice was tantamount in showmanship. You had to know well the voice you needed to hold a silent audience’s attention, or to be heard above a crowd of excited youths. It would not take much for one’s voice to be completely drowned out, or to lack the command needed to calm them. Not that one could tell there was an art to it, as he swept a disappointed young woman’s coins into a bag.

“Alas young lady, you have failed in your quest. Return once you have mastered the Arcane, or after your parents give you your allowance.”

Her soft green eyes began to tear up, even as the crowd of children pressed in around him. Each pleading to be the next to challenge him. So far, he had a fairly respectable mound of coins, which Agappa was carefully counting. Raising each to her eye as she studied it quizzically. Whatever their value, he just hoped he had enough for a meal soon…

“OSU!”

The shout was surprising. Not least because the only person in the village he had told his name was Keine. When his eyes went up, he could see a figure waving from a window at the school. But she was entirely unfamiliar. Her hair was black and straight, and she was dressed in a simple kimono. Before he had a chance to look more closely, the figure vanished. Oscar didn’t have to wait long however.

A few moments later a side door in the Heida Temple School opened, and the figure from the window raced towards him. Quickly joined by three others he barely had a glance at. The first figure ran across the grounds with breakneck speed, pushing others aside without concern, until she reached the front of the table, slamming her palms upon it. Blue eyes staring at him with a mix of relief and anger under her dark hair.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Oscar already had a good idea of who this was. But his suspicions were confirmed as her hair rolled forward as though alive. In a moment her face was overcome with concern, hands pulling the long hair back in place, revealing a flash of white-blue bangs underneath her wig. Three other figures stood behind her. Each dressed in simple kimonos they had hurriedly donned. Their more extraordinary features were tucked out of sight. Wriggle wore a mane of curly black hair, while Mystia wore a long light brown one. The only other difference either had was the dark rings under their eyes. Mystia nodded as though echoing her friend’s words. Wriggle crossed her arms irritably.

“Don’t you know how worried we were? We were out all night looking for you and Rumi!”

“...Ah, well I—wait, you were worried about me?”

The cliché was she was supposed to blush and turn away. Perhaps denying it as she did. Instead, both Cirno and Wriggle slammed their hands on the ‘table’ in frustration. The cups slowly sliding off the table as they yelled in unison. “Yes!”

“Stupid human!”

“It was dangerous!”

“You might have gotten lost!”

“Or eaten!”

“Or lost and eaten!”

Behind the two, Mystia and Dai-chan looked on silently. Though both had a small smile of relief. Dai-chan even managed a giggle at the two’s antics. “Careful, ‘Chi’. Remember what Keine-sama said. But we’re glad you’re okay, Osu-san.”

When did you last hear that phrase? Life had not been easy. His degree hadn’t panned out how he wanted, and yet life moved on. Life had been a series of deadlines, each with a bill meant to lock him in place. Where in his rush, did he ever stop and hear those words? Not since…Ah. He was in his thoughts again.

“...I’m sorry...Chi? And uh...you know.”

“Our real names are secret.” Cirno said as she leaned in. Raising a hand to her lips even as she whispered. “We’re in-cog-neato. So the humans don’t suspect us.”

“Keine-sama teaches class after dark for people like us who work at night.” Mystia managed, around a large yawn. Oscar’s eyes went over the four again. Each with their own unique expression of relief gazing at him. Then something clenched his gut.

“Did you find Rumia?”

The mood shifted over the four. None seemed to want to speak. One of Dai's hands ran along her shoulder. “No...We spent all night looking for you two. Keine was mad we missed our classes but understood. She said you were okay, but didn’t say you were at the school.”

“We looked everywhere in the forest.” Cirno continued, her brow wrinkling in thought. “She must have really wanted to be alone.”

“I’m just surprised Mystia’s barbecue didn’t draw her out.” Wriggle said with a slow shake of the head. “Its not like her to miss a free meal...or any meal.”

The four grew quiet again. Oblivious to the jostles and stares of the crowd of kids. It wasn’t hard to tell they were confused at first. The silence Oscar was a little slower to notice. In part due to his new friends’ mood. He only noticed the shadow over his ‘desk’ when the pointed hat drifted in front of the sun. Cirno only noticed when the end of the broom swung down, pointing towards Oscar’s face like a sword. Framed by the sun, only the figure’s golden hair and confident smile could be seen.

“Heya. I heard you’re a Magician. Let’s see what you can do.”

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Congratulations, you are now a few cents richer, and a stranger's confronted you. What now?

:SekiThink:  = Whoever this is, she seems confident. Maybe playing to that will result in a bigger payday.

:KoishiXD:  = Introduce yourself to the stranger! We should be friends, especially if I am going to take your money.

:TenshiCry:  = She wants to see a magician in action? Show her what a real magician is capable of.

:YoumuStare:  = She's heard of you already? Surely she has something more to bet than a few coins. It might even be useful.

 = The jig is up! Flee!

 

[Yumetou]

Magician​

A Magician, not to be confused with the various magic users of Gensokyo, can refer to either an item imbibed with magic which animates it, or a human who has ascended to a higher state through magic. Using a series of rituals, Magicians purge themselves of human limitations, such as the need for food or aging. Instead, they feed on raw magical potential, often taking up residence in mystic towers, forgotten ruins or arcane libraries. Their extensive lifespans and need for magical knowledge insures even a young Magician is a formidable magic-wielder, though the level of study needed to become one insures they are few in number. Magicians may be classified as Devils or Youkai depending on their origin, and physically they have few derivations from a normal human.​

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The handle of the broom was aimed squarely at his face. Almost as if she were some ancient heroine challenging a rival to a duel. Oscar, however, managed to stay calm under the glare of her smile. Her confidence was almost overwhelming, but his instincts told him there was an opportunity here…

“So, you dare challenge a master of the Arcane?” He replied with a sniff. Reaching with one hand for his fallen cups as he righted the ‘table’ they were set on. “Very well. With what do you barter to contend with my might?”

The question seemed to stun her. The blonde witch blinked, staring down at him. Before her hands went to her pockets, thinking to herself. Either hand turning over their contents. Beside her, the four girls glanced to him. Wriggle, Mystia and Daiyousei especially looked nervous, which was surely a sign something bad was going to happen. Cirno on the other hand gave him a thumbs up and an encouraging wink.

“Idunno, how’s this?”

Oscar’s eyes went back to the woman as her hands pulled at a bag to her side. Pulling out a book, and slamming it on the table. It was an old thing, that much was obvious. Its surface worn from countless nights of reading. The cover clearly depicted some kind of Chinese design, complete with a dragon in its center. Whatever it was though, it was sure to be valuable.

“This will suffice, child.”

“...Child? I own my own store, ze.”

“I am willing to wager a tome of my own against this. If you win, I pass it to you. If I win, I keep this as my prize.” Oscar gestured to the side. Agappa’s eyes dully rose, the visible black book emerging from the handbag around her neck. Its surface traced with Occidental designs.

“...Okay, that’s more like it.” The young woman’s smile flaring under her thick blond hair and wide-brimmed hat. “Ready for some flashy dan...”

Her words died on her lips as Oscar silently rolled a ball under a cup, and began to shift them in place. His hands moving with a building speed, until they were a blur. Team 9 stared in slowly building awe at the display. Until Oscar eased the cups to their final position. “Choose your cup, and claim your prize.”

Silence descended upon the crowd. None of the children, whether human or Team 9, dared to even breathe. Scarcely standing over them, and only just meeting Oscar’s gaze sitting down, the witch flashed a frown of discontent. Before her eyes fell to the cups. Holding aloft her broom, she deliberately set it against the cup on the right. When her eyes went to him, they seemed entirely robbed of their earlier energy. Before the handle of the broom flicked aside the cup.

There was nothing inside.

The crowd seemed to slowly take a breath. Marisa on the other hand bent her knees, eyeing the other two cups. Carefully peeling back the remaining two to reveal…

Nothing.

“Wow, that’s not bad.” She said, a hand extending to run over where the ball would be. The fake ceilings in the cups staring back as she peered inside. Brightness returning to her face as she held out a hand. “I thought you were pullin’ my leg, but a spell like that takes real skill. I didn’t even sense you castin’ it.”

“Such paltry things are only a fraction of the power of Oscar Diggs, master of the arcane.”

“Cool. So...wanna danmaku fight?”

There it was again. That word. Narumi had said it earlier, and he still had no idea what it was. His ignorance was not helped by Marisa wriggling her eyebrows at him. “Alas, I have not the time. Please, your wager.”

“Ehh?! C’mon, a magician like you would have no problem. Unless you’re scarced~”

“The book, pl--”

“Bawk.”

“The b--”

“Bawk.”

“Th—”

“Bawk.” This time the barb came from Cirno. The witch turned, her eyes flicking to Cirno in her disguised state. The expression on her face was...weird. It wasn’t fear, he didn’t think. But very much a kind of nervousness. Cirno had been almost fearless of Kimiko, but something in the lines of her face said she knew what the stranger was capable of. The other three looked just as nervous. But somehow, Cirno managed to speak. “Osu-san is...n-new, to Gensokyo. He doesn’t even have his spellcards yet.”

“Oh. OH.” Comprehension and surprise dawned on the blond’s face as she turned back to him. Extending her hand. “That explains everything. I’m Marisa. You kin think of me as a big deal ‘round here. You kin consider this yer welcoming present from me.”

With only a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the book towards Oscar. The man completely unaware she already had half a plan to get it back by the next day. Idly, he took it, stowing it in Agappa’s bag as Marisa smiled to him. “So, yer Oscar Diggs? Weird name.”

“I’ve been told.”

“I’m sure yer full of questions. What wouldja like to know?”

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What do you ask?

:KoishiXD:  = Ask about her. Maybe you can be friends!

:TenshiCry:  = Ask about what Danmaku and Spellcards are. They keep coming up and its weirding you out.

:YoumuStare:  = Ask if she's ever heard of Cirno, Narumi or Agappa.

 = Ask about her business. Maybe you can find a way to earn money from it.

 = Ask about places to stay. Keine might let you stay at the Temple for now, but do you really want to sleep on that futon more than you have to?

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Oscar Diggs, the Great and Powerful

Species: Human (Outsider)

Health: Good

Magical Potential: Nil

Reputation: Outsider

Wits = 3/5

Charisma = 4/5

Occult = 0/5

Intrigue = 2/5

Physical = 2/5

Inventory:

Old Rabbit

Rocket Volley (x1)

Simple Stage Props

Cell Phone (18% Power)

Grimoire (x2)

Paperclip (x2)

Bic Pen

Lighter

Bullets (x8)

Quests:

Stay in the Human Village.

Discover spells and abilities you can use for Danmaku.

Move out of the Heida Temple School spare room.

Earn enough money to eat.

 

[Yumetou]

Danmaku​

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Literally meaning ‘bullet curtain’ and more correctly ‘barrage’ in Japanese, Danmaku is the primary means of conflict resolution in Gensokyo. A ceremonial battle between two figures using their magical talents. The purpose of the battle is to not only triumph in combat, but demonstrate magical prowess as well as beauty of aesthetic.​

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Danmaku is channeled though Spell Cards. Enchanted rule cards demonstrating your abilities and powered through magic. Though most resemble spells as imagined by Outsiders, they may just as easily be performed with a weapon or instrument, with the oddest example being a warmed sweet potato. A Spell Card is an extension of a user’s personality as much as their magical prowess.​

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Though some members of Otherworldly Ventures are accomplished at Danmaku, the level of study required to perform Danmaku at even a basic level is considerable. Given the danger of its practice and the study necessary, it is best to leave such things in the hands of Otherworldly Venture’s Extermination Department, or with the numerous protective figures around the Village.​

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The wizard of sorts remained seated at his impromptu table. Hands folded serenely. His green eyes on the smaller woman’s own as she grinned back with an irrepressible excitement. Oscar’s own expression may have looked calm. But in that moment, his mind was furiously passing over everything he had seen and experienced in the past day. He had been in Gensokyo for almost twenty-four hours now. Some things, he seen enough of to make a series of educated guesses. Some he had accepted, some he was still unsure of.

He was not in America. Which meant he may as well be anywhere, but it seemed to lean towards an Asian aesthetic.

He was possibly dead. Though that part he was hazy on. This place definitely didn’t match any depiction of the afterlife he had ever heard of.

Races other than humans lived here, and they knew of Earth as the ‘Outside World’. Further, there were fairies and youkai there as well, which had seemingly never been seen by modern humans.

Magic was real here. Which was how all these strange things kept happening. This hypothesis still had holes in it, small things like how half the people he met could fly, yet the village had a short wall around itself. But that could wait. Most pressing at the moment was that word.

“Wizards in the Outside World are few, and we spend most of our time focused on our studies. Tell me, what is Danmaku?”

The smile Marisa gave in response told him he couldn’t have picked a better topic. “Oooh, Danmaku is great! They’re magic fights folk have. Youkai can be very dangerous and cause a lot of havoc. But we don’t wanna damage Gensokyo or give away that Youkai exist. So the Sages came up with the Danmaku Spell Card Rules. A kind of harmless fight where we shoot magic at one another until one of us gives up. Danmaku’s used for all kinds o’ things, from friendly duels to settlin’ disagreements to celebratin’. You’ve got pretty girls zipping through the air, shootin’ magic at one another making explosions overhead, each an extension of the spellcaster. Anything goes, so long as its nice to look at, ze.”

The casual way she described it wasn’t the in-depth dissertation he was hoping for. But it gave him the big picture at least. It explained what Narumi and then Marisa wanted. They were trying to bond over a kind of magic duel. Which meant only one possible thing.

He had to stay as far away from this thing as possible.

Scary monsters in the forest chasing him were one thing, now that he was nice and safe in the village. But this was something different. It was a challenge, that could be dropped on him at any time, by any one, for any reason. He had to avoid it. And barring that, he had to find a way to compete in Danmaku. The sight of his four friends, even in their disguises behind her, was strangely comforting. The eyes of Cirno, Mystia and Wriggle watched him with timid encouragement. Daiyousei looked nervously over to Marisa. He couldn’t help but give them all an encouraging wink, before his calm gaze went back to Marisa.

“That’s good to know, thank you Miss Marisa.”

“Geez, are you always so formal? Yer almost as bad as my best friend.” She smiled under her broad hand. One hand rising to grab the brim as she bent down to look over at Agappa. “Who’s yer friend, ze?”

The coin had long ago begun to rust. A soft green coat over the sheen of metal. Between its gap, the dark eyes of Mikari-Baba gazed through the gap at Marisa’s shimmering face. She said nothing, at first. Only holding the coin, turning it this way and that, before something seemed to shift. Her pupil began to dilate, then constrict. Focusing not on Marisa, but past her. The witch’s charming smile persisted irrepressibly. There was nothing overtly wrong about the two but...

He had the feeling something really bad was about to happen.

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What now?​

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:SekiThink:  = Agappa isn't disguised like Team 9. Introduce her as your sickly definitely human daughter.

:KoishiXD:  = Introduce your gloomy companion! That should smooth things over.

:TenshiCry:  = Marisa doesn't know Agappa, but Agappa is acting strangely. And has been avoiding this entire conversation. Ask her if this relates to her work with the Yamas.

:YoumuStare:  = Now would be a good time to signal Team 9 to cause a distraction.

 = Let's just ah, go and talk somewhere else, Marisa. I have a couple questions away from my assistant.

 

[Yumetou]

Starting (and keeping) A Business​

The Human Village is home to a number of shops, stalls and storefronts. When thinking of these however, do not be fooled into thinking of larger stores in the Outside World. Places like Wal-Mart or 7/11 would have little potential in the Human Village, and most trades you are likely to know will have no interest in the Humans here. Fortunately, Otherworldly Ventures Inc. is willing to help you open your own business in Gensokyo.​

The first step is to enroll in the Heida Temple School. While English is preferred as a trade languages between merchants, Japanese is the predominant language of your likely customers. Additionally, you will want to take vocational training in the occupation you want to pursue. Our partnership with Heida Temple School insures interested Outsiders can pursue apprenticeships with farmers and craftsmen. Think hard over who your target demographic is, how often you will sell your product to them, and how you can make your product more appealing to them. And how you can make them buy it more frequently.​

Once you near the end of your apprenticeship, you want to produce some examples of the items you'll be making and try to sell them. This will give you an idea of their demand in the Village. Don't be discouraged if few people buy them, your skills will improve over time. After finishing your Apprenticeship, you can take these examples of your produce and sales, before applying for a loan from Otherworldly Ventures Inc (annual interest rate of 7.50% for any businesses which apply). While your instinct may be to pursue a large storefront, it may be best to start with a small, mobile stall as you scope out the best location for sales and earn money to improve your business. Advertising can be pursued in a number of ways, from hiring a town crier to advertise your store to a leaflet campaign.​

Lastly, being part of the Otherworldly Ventures Inc. umbrella means you will have access to partnerships with other shops beneath us. You may receive coupons from Dr. Bintara's clinic to hand out to elderly shoppers, or be able to collaborate with the Normal Human Blacksmithy to make a special item to sell at your store. Your shop will grow as far and as fast as you are willing to push it!​

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"This is my assistant and companion, Agappa Harume. Though her friends call her Agappa-chan" Oscar said, still trying to keep his composed demeanor. And trying not to ask himself again who would willingly consider themselves her friend. One hand gestured to his side kindly. A smile playing at his face. "Say hello to Marisa, Agappa-chan."

The Mikari-Baba's body remained still, as if she could not hear him. Still hunched, with the Mon coin between her fingers. A light seemed to form in Agappa’s visible eye, before she sat up. The simple Mon slipping from her. The crowd of children stared mesmerized, even as the members of Team 9 huddled together, covering faces and ears with their hands or kimonos. It was only as she began to speak, that Marisa’s expression shifted.

“Behind smiling eyes
In wandering hokora,
Lonely mother weeps
As Sun rises and Moon sets,
In regret, spirits linger
Shining witch tries to forget.”

There was no sadness in Agappa’s voice. Nor was there any cruel joy or even her familiar apathy. Only a calm, solemn voice as if she were pronouncing she had witnessed her own doom. The crowd said nothing. They didn’t even seem to breathe. Marisa just stared, all trace of her previous excitement gone. Her face was bare of emotion now. No wait, there was a twitch in her cheek.

Her thin arms rose, slamming down on the makeshift table in front of her. The pottery piece shattering underneath the weight, though neither took any notice of it. Marisa's eyes were locked with Agappa's, level across the 'desk' they were seated on either side of. "How do you know who I am? How do you know about my teacher? What do you mean 'wandering hokora'? TALK, CREEP!"

Agappa's eyes shifted again. Returning to their natural shape. Her eyelids fluttered, then blinked as she returned to the present. "Yes, Ningen? May I help you?"

"You can help me by telling me about what you just said, ze! How do you know about me? How do you know about her? Why did you say it like it was a poem?"

Agappa stared for a moment. Her mouth ajar, as it was usually when confronted by a strange. Before her yellow-coated shoulders simply gave a faint shrug. Whatever Marisa was hoping for, it was the wrong move. Reaching for her side, she pulled out a small cylindrical device. Which clicked and twisted as she held it in front of her. "You're a Youkai, aren't you? You know I could beat the answers I want out of you and no one would stop me, ze!"

"You are right."

"Then tell me how you know about my mo--my teacher! Where is she?"

"..." The mute stare returned, Agappa's shoulders rolling with the same familiar shrug. Though her eyes remained closed as she took a slow breath. "Tayata Om Bekanze Bekanze Maha Bekanze Radza Samudgate Soha."

The look in Marisa's eyes didn't recede. Her teeth grit down on one another. Her eyes shimmering with anger she scarcely restrained. "You've got a lot of nerve. Are ya tryin' to start trouble with me?"

"No."

"Then...why would you say that?"

"Healing."

Oscar's first hint that things were about to get worse was his friends. Cirno, Daiyousei, Mystia and Wriggle remained in place. A mass of kimono sleeves and cheap wigs as they each tried to shield one another. Cirno was at the front of the group, the other three clutched in her arms, though even she didn't have the courage to watch what was happening. Was this how they reacted to all Danmakus? The crowds of children were less fearful. But there was an air of clear apprehension in the air. One only Oscar could stop. The question was...how?

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:SekiThink:  = Team 9 was so scared of Agappa they refused to talk to her. Maybe exaggerating what she is capable of will convince Marisa to back off?

:TenshiCry:  = Promise to investigate Agappa's strange poem. A wizard as great as you could figure out the answer in a month.

:YoumuStare:  = Suggest the two have a Danmaku duel...as you mess with Marisa's reagents while she's distracted.

 = GET DOWN MISS WITCH! There are more Youkai here!

 

[Yumetou]

Lying​

Lying is seldom considered a good thing on Earth, even if it is a constant fact of daily life. That said, lying in Gensokyo--while more lucrative--can potentially be a source of great danger for you, dear reader. The consequences of lying on Earth may be hurt feelings and broken friendships. However Gensokyo is not inhabited just by humans, but by ancient beings of great knowledge and magic. The better to preserve your life and happiness, it is advised you not make false statements rashly, and keep a list of lies and who you said them to written at all times. These can be written in a number of Earth languages, or in ciphers if you are a Japanese or Chinese speaker.​

The consequences of the wrong lie to the wrong person could put your life and those you love in immediate peril, and the wrong words may come back to haunt you.​

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The air was heavy with apprehension. No one moved. No one said anything. The only sounds to be heard were the faint whimpers of Team 9 and the sound of the device in Marisa’s hand. All as she glared with unrestrained fury, at a face which looked like it couldn’t care less. Things were about to get out of hand. At best, that would mean a Danmaku in the middle of a bunch of children…

He had to do something…

“Now Miss Kirisame, there is no need for that,”

The Outsider said, trying to hide his nervousness under a calming smile as he stepped between the two. The smile that forced itself onto his face was his best showman’s expression. Between the three faces, he was sure his was the only one which hid his inner feelings. Marisa’s expression didn’t change. Her eyes didn’t move from her target. Only going to his face as he swept his cape to either side in a bod. Obscuring her target.

“I am sure a woman of your experience in the occult is familiar with the ramblings of maddened mystics. Agappa is one blessed with such gifts,” ...’Maddened mystics’? Was he narrating a D&D session or negotiating a hostage situation? Whatever, there was no time to work out his approach. He had to keep going. “She...does not know what she is saying. I am certain I can decipher her meaning however, if you’ll only give me a month or so. There’s no need to scare the children here. There may be a nominal fee—but we are friends and I can tell how much these means to you. It will only be enough to cover my costs. All I need is time.”

Marisa’s face burned with a fire she had never felt before. Her teeth clenched and her eyes glared at the silent maiden. One who gazed at the talisman which had meant the end of so many as though it were made of straw. Blood pulsed in her temple and ears. Each making the world tremor with a dull thud. “A month…”

Her voice sounded dull and distant. Almost as if she were hearing her echo from a distance. Then she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding in. “Whew. That’s a relief. Sorry I scaredja Osu-tan. Guess you caught me in a bad mood, da ze. Yer right tho, this is no time for a Danmaku. If you you figure out yer friend’s ramblings, ya can find my house in the Forest of Magic. I’m sure someone can show ya the way.”

The witch’s head turned. It may have been Oscar’s imagination, but he thought she was glancing at Team 9. Of the four, only Cirno had the strength to meet her gaze. Even if Daiyousei’s eyes followed after her curiously. Was there some history between the two? She definitely seemed to recognize them…

Marisa stood with her back turned to him, before suddenly she turned. The lunge was surprisingly quick, too quick for Oscar to evade her. The hug she gave him only made the move more unnerving. Her supple arms squeezed around his dress coat under his jacket, her eyes glimmering with an innocent look. “Yer a nice guy, Osu-tan. Don’t let anyone change that about you.”

The witch hoisted her broomstick as she turned from him. Hopping on it, slinging one leg lazily over the side. The other folding over it. The crowd watching in awe. She seemed to reconsider then, and glanced back at Oscar. “So, one more thing. If they don’t use Danmaku in the Outside World, how do Outsider wizards settle their beef?"

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:SekiThink:  = We enslave magical creatures and make them fight to the death for our amusement.

:KoishiXD:  = We break the world into blocks to build competing monuments to our greatness.

:YoumuStare:  = We have friendly conversations on our couches while shooting spells at one another.

 = We play a truly complex card game as an intricate clash of our minds.

 

[Yumetou]

List of Commonly Accepted ‘Misconceptions’ about Outsiders​

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• The oceans on Earth are fresh water.
  
• Outsiders believe the Moon is made of Cheese, and the Apollo 18 mission was to determine which kind.
  
• Star Wars is a historic epic set sometime after the Bible but before Lord of the Rings.
  
• Corporations frequently fight using organized militaries, with the most recent conflicts being the Cola Wars and the Console Wars.
  
• Outsiders watch static on their TVs in order to communicate with the afterlife.
  

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The rush of thoughts that came at the question was a sensation Oscar still wasn’t used to. He may have been accustomed to lying in the Outside World, but that was for performance’s sake in front of small children. Now, he had to invent a convenient half-truth in mere seconds. His thoughts boiled like so many bubbles in a pot before one rose to the surface and burst.

“We play a truly complex card game as an intricate clash of our minds. Our wills summoning monstrous beings and sinister traps to fight in our stead.”

That was one way to describe Yu-Gi-Oh.

“Huh. Neato.” Marisa responded after a moment of thought. “You’ll have to teach it sometime. See you, Osu-san!”

With a backwards wave, the shimmering witch took a seat upon her broom. Before it surged into the blue sky overhead. The black and white dot slowly vanishing overhead. As the people in the street turned into ants, and then were swallowed by the receding town, she turned ahead with a sigh. The girl in the raincoat had unearthed memories she thought she had made peace with. Marisa had long ago assumed her surrogate mother had simply died after her disappearance. But if what the raincoat girl said was true…

A cold chill ran over her at the thought, unsure what she could expect. If she should be excited or afraid…

Oh well. It was Osu-san’s problem now.

The name flashing in her mind drew her attention back to the present. Her eyes opened, tongue drifting to the side of her mouth as she reached for her pocket. Pulling out the worn black wallet inside. Eyes shimmered with excitement. Marisa may not have recognized it, but it was almost certainly a money bag of some sort. Her suspicions were confirmed as she opened it, finding a handful of green bills she readily stuffed into her pocket. Outsider currency may not be exchanged like Mon, but it still had its use as promissory notes. There were other things inside the wallet as well however. Perhaps there was even an artifact she could use. There was a card with his picture, looking markedly different, with strange letters that shimmered in the sun. Another had the image of a book on it...a key to his library perhaps? It was as she was emptying the wallet, that she noticed the last thing inside. And nearly fell from her broom

“Huh?”

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Oscar let out a slow breath. The tension around the near-battlefield simmering as Marisa vanished. The students watched for a moment, before they let out a cheer. Rushing towards him in a chorus of voices.

“Wow mister!”

“Are you and Marisa friends?”

“Can you really summon monsters with cards?”

“I wanna see it!”

The excitement had palpably returned. Bright and shining faces looked up at him with fresh wonder. The rush was familiar. One he might have enjoyed if he had any idea how he was going to calm the situation. It was with no little relief that the school bell chimed. Calling the students back to class. The youngsters turned, racing back towards the school building. The Outsider watching them go with a smile, before he bent down to collect his things. His mind was turned from cleanup again as a small hand took his cape, giving it a gentle pull. The red-haired child looked up at him. His sharp, long nose framing brown eyes filled with wonder.

“You’ll be back tomorrow mister, right?”

The correct answer was one he doubted the child would like. So Oscar only smiled down at him. “If the winds of fate bring us together, then I shall.”

The answer seemed to satisfy the child. Leaving Oscar with his sleepy, disguised friends and the unflappable Agappa. It was only then Oscar allowed himself a sigh. Reaching a hand into his pocket to pull out the string of coins he had collected. “No idea if this is enough to eat on, but I guess we’ll find out.”

“Huh?” The heads of the four girls all seemed to crook in concern, each to varying degrees. Daiyousei’s was the most normal, while Cirno’s face was almost sideways, threatening to let her wig fall again.

“Have you had nothing to eat?” Mystia asked softly.

Oscar’s first instinct was to put on a brave face. The four of them might be new acquaintances, but they had always treated him like a friend, and he didn’t want to worry them. The building complaints of his empty stomach however forced the truth from his lips.

“Not since before we met.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Cirno asked. Lips blossoming in fresh optimism. As though completing her thought, the Night Sparrow nodded beneath her long brown hair. “My shop is nearby. I can make you something. I’m not sure what you will like but...most people like it. What would you like?”

The promise of food brought with it a fresh smile on Oscar’s face. After a few more formalities, the four led on towards the ‘izakaya’. So excited was he, Oscar did not notice the missing weight in his jacket. Nor the figure of Agappa gazing at the distant speck that was Marisa. One of her hands raised, following the drifting witch.

“Threatening an agent of the Yamas. Punishment, misfortune.”

Her low and dolorous voice passed like an ominous wind. Before she turned to follow the others.

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New Quests Added: Find Rumia, Decipher Prophecy​

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The nice bird woman wants to cook you lunch. What are you in the mood for? (Rolls using this choice have an additional two points until nightfall)

:SekiThink:  = Fish sharpens the mind and rice fills the belly. Sushi please.

:KoishiXD:  = Food is only as good as the people you share it with. Tempura please!

:TenshiCry:  = I dunno how this ties to occultism but Onigiri please.

:YoumuStare:  = Hey Mystia, you know about Barbeque, right? Do you know any other Outside World dishes? 

 

[Yumetou]

Restaurants in the Human Village​

Azuma no Pizza-Ya: Gensokyo and New York style Pizzas $/$$$$​

Bel Air Diner: Classic American Cuisine $$$​

El Lugar: Mexican and Latin Street Food specializing in Tacos $​

Geidontei: Japanese Pub Food $$​

Ice Fairy-ctory: Shaved Ice and Ice Cream $$$​

Mystia's Izakaya: Japanese Cuisine $​

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Yet again, Oscar found himself plodding along with the cheery set of companions, his stomach desperately calling out for food. With the adrenaline of the previous day worn off, he had no presence of mind to pay any attention to the others. To overhear their in-jokes, or watch the way Daiyousei and the others kept reminding Cirno not to fly. His hunger pressed in on him. Filling his senses as he followed along with them. And so he entirely missed the small building of bamboo wood that sat on the side of the road. It didn't have a door or any true obstacle keeping intruders out, and so Mystia simply walked inside with a smile and set to work.

"It will just take a few moments. What would you like to eat Os..."

She paused, noticing in her excitement at last that Oscar was missing. It took four calls before his attention returned to the present, and he wandered his way back. Trying not to think overmuch of his stomach as he took a seat on one of the stools at the outdoor bar. Wriggle took a seat at his right with a self-assured huff. Cirno sat down on his left with a broad grin. At least until Agappa strolled beside her. In an instant, Cirno leaped across the bar for safety. Slamming into Wriggle with enough force to make them both fall from the stool. Agappa simply took the now free seat with a dull expression. Mystia tried to manage a gentle smile. "So, umm...what would you like to eat Osu-san?"

The question that had been on his mind for miles. Part of him wanted to simply start naming foods until he ran out of breath. Well, it would be better to choose food she actually knew. His eyes went up to what was presumably the menu. Before blinking in surprise. In his adventures so far, he had not questioned overmuch how everyone spoke the same language he did. It was a mystery, but one of the more banal of the many he was juggling. So, he accepted everyone he met spoke English. But the shapes and curves of the letters that greeted him, were definitely not English...

Another mystery to add to the pile. Well, he could remember a Japanese restaurant's menu by memory...right?

"Ahaha, ahh how about erm, tempura?"

Normally, sushi was a mood food. The idea of simply sucking down cold rice and fish was the kind of thing he needed the right atmosphere for. Tempura, on the other hand, sounded like paradise. Even if Team 9 could present him with a plate of wasps and a block of ice and he'd consider eating it. Mystia nodded, before diving into the cooking. In spite of the long shadows under her eyes, she moved with a singular grace around the kitchen. It was not long before the rice pot was happily bubbling, and her hands were rapidly chopping up vegetables. Oils and ingredients splashed in pans with a merry hiss as she busied herself with her work. After a few moments, Mystia returned with a set of small bowls, each filled with a murky, watery soup. Placing it before each of them. Cirno's eyes delighted at them.

"Ahh, Ice Soup! My favorite!"

Wriggle did her best to ignore the friend sharing her stool as Cirno began to freeze the dish. Blowing on her own. Agappa held her hands together in a little prayer. Daiyousei only watched the others with a smile. Oblivious as Oscar raised the bowl to his lips. Draining the bowl in an instant. There was little to it. Some tofu and herbs. But even that little was a relief after his ordeals.

"What do you think Agappa's poem was about?"

Daiyousei's question brought his mind back to the present. His green eyes went to her. The space was silent save for the low sound of soup sips, the gentle bubble of the rice pot, and Cirno triumphantly licking the frozen soup at the end of her spoon. Wriggle's eyes were also on Daiyousei, and even Agappa watched pensively. The memory of his promise played in his head, though it wasn't one he cared to dwell on. A hand rose to rub the back of his neck.

"No idea...sounded like a prophecy or fortune though. Do you know anyone who could decipher it?"

"Besides you?"

The question was answer enough. Aided as it was by the quiet confidence of his new friends. "Fortune telling's a little...outside, my normal field."

"Can't say people are big on fortunes in Gensokyo," Wriggle said, blowing on a spoonful of soup. "What's a prophecy?"

"Ahh...its like a fortune which is going to happen in the future. Usually something very important."

"Huh." The general sentiment was echoed by the others. All except Cirno, who was slowly starting to chomp on the ice. Wriggle leaned her head on an arm. Ignoring the creeping sensation running down her spine saying Agappa was staring at her. "I can't say any of us know Marisa well. Cirno's probably the closest with her friends, but she is close friends with the Shrine Maiden. Maybe the Hakurei Shrine would be a good place to start."

"N-no," Daiyousei replied, shaking her head. "I don't think Reimu would just tell a stranger, or even Cirno, about her friend's mother..."

"Maybe Alice then? They're as close as Reimu and Marisa."

"She almost never leaves her house now..."

"I GOT IT!" Cirno exclaimed triumphantly. Slamming her now empty spoon on the counter as she munched on the remains of her miso popsicle. "You said prophecies are like magic, right Osu-san? I know a place where they know all about magic! The librarian's friends with Marisa too, so its a win-win!"

"Wasn't Meiling-sama told to keep you out after you joined the Maid Corps and dr--"

The glare Cirno responded with could have frozen the blood. Fortunately, Mystia returned. A place of tempura piled high as she set them in front of the group. Fish, chicken and vegetables, all prepared to crispy perfection. "Here you are...I don't know much about magic or fortunes, Osu-san. But if Agappa said it, it must be related to the Yamas...there used to be a fortune teller in town here. Until he--"

"Mystia, don't--"

"They boarded up his old shop, but never tore it down. Maybe there's something there that can help you? Or maybe at the rental library here in town? That'll be much safer than wandering outside the village where you could be attacked..."

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:SekiThink:  = The rental library is nearby and we have a little money. Let's start there.

:KoishiXD:  =The Hakurei Shrine Maiden sounds pleasant, and she knows Cirno!

:TenshiCry:  = Let's hope your fortunes are brighter than the Fortune Teller...

:YoumuStare:  =This 'magical library' sounds like a good resource. If we can finagle our way inside.

 = Back into the Forest? It will be an easier trip in the daylight, right?

 

[Yumetou]

On Youkai in the Human Villages​

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In spite of its name, there are a number of Youkai who live inside the Human Village, or visit for its services. As the Village is well protected by the Myouren Temple, Otherworldly Ventures Extermination Division and the Incident Resolvers, most of these Youkai are benign and relatively friendly. However, their presence is feared and hated among many Natives who see them as intrusive or possibly dangerous. As such, most Youkai attempt to disguise themselves, or obfuscate their lack of humanity.​

Youkai can normally be found around the Myouren Temple, with Buddhism being a draw for them. Likewise, a smaller number may be found around the All Souls Chapel and the Outsider Quarter in general. Drawn either by the promise of religious acceptance or a sense of kinship with those not ‘pure’ enough for some villagers’ liking.​

In general, it is discouraged from naming these Youkai or drawing attention to them in public. While some Natives are accepting of them, others will find their presence a source of alarm. In the event of suspicion falling on one, they are advised to seek shelter at the Myouren Temple, All Souls Chapel or the Hakurei Shrine. If however you suspect a Youkai of being malicious, it is best you alert the Incident Resolvers listed in the back glossary, or contact the Extermination Division.​

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Chopsticks weren’t exactly a tool Oscar was used to. In fact, he ate the majority of his meal by hand rather than just with the chopsticks. Still, the clatter they made as they struck against the plate was pleasant. As pleasant as the warmth in his now full belly. For a few moments, the world around him didn’t matter. It didn’t matter he was poor, in a strange place, or had to sleep on a smelly old mattress. He was fed and surrounded by the closest thing he had to friends. Most of all, he was happy.

“Ahh…” The stage magician sighed to himself.

“Ahh…” The figures around him echoed, as though in agreement. Cirno lay with her back on the stool, limbs splayed to all sides. Wriggle leaned one elbow on the counter. Trying to pick at her teeth when she thought no one was looking. Mystia looked very satisfied as she idly crunched on a deep fried green bean across the counter. Daiyousei rubbed at her petite belly with both hands, eyes closed. And Agappa…

...Was picking up crumbs to eat with her chopsticks.

As the day’s heat roiled all around them, the six of them sat in the shade. Savoring the weight in their bellies. Each of them had other things to do, he was sure. By the sounds of it, the four of them were normally in bed at this hour. They’d all made a lot of dishes for Mystia to deal with. And he had his own growing list of tasks to work on. But for a few moments more, they could all revel in their common happiness.

It was Mystia who broke the silence, taking their dishes one by one as she brought them over to the sink to be washed. The warmth in the atmosphere was still there, but reality now seeped in around it. For a moment, Oscar pondered to himself. “Hey Mystia...do you need some help with the dishes?”

“No, its fine.” She hummed back. Glancing back towards him with a smile. “After I’m done with them, I put them in a basin full of soap. That way they’re easier to wash when I get back to them in the evening.”

...It seemed across time and space, no one ever wanted to do dishes. Not even the mistress of the Night Sparrow Dining Hall.

“Well...I guess I should go to check out the Fortune Teller’s home.”

A familiar weighty silence dawned once more over the group. As sinister and pressing as any mention of Kimiko or Agappa-chan. As usual, it was Cirno who replied first. “Great! Maybe he left some nasty hexes around! I’ll freeze them with a wave of the hand.”

The energetic fairy waved one hand overhead from where she lay with an adventurous grin. A moment before she slipped from her chair with a cry. Wriggle, resigned to not getting the tempura out of her teeth for now, let out a sigh. “I’ll come too. I don’t want you to get lost again like last night.”

“Then let’s go!” Cirno said, standing up, one arm thrust into the air. “Dai-chan, you coming?”

“I...think a cursed youkai den is too much for me.” Daiyousei replied, looking unsettled as she did. “I think I’ll go back to Heida and get some sleep.”

“You and Osu-san are so brave, Cirno.” Mystia rejoined with a smile. One that made Wriggle’s brow furrow in displeasure. “I’m tired too. I’ll go with Daiyousei back to the temple.”

Oscar’s eyes next went to Agappa. The figure in her bright yellow raincoat said nothing. Only nodding in reply.

“Then we’re off! Adventure awaits!” The irrepressible ice fairy cheered. Before boldly leading Oscar, Wriggle and Agappa back into the village. Indeed, so determined was she that it took him half an hour to realize she had no idea where they were going…

Cirno was saved the act of admitting her failure when the sight of a homestead, not far from the main road, came into view. It was similar to its neighbors. Not a replica like so many homes in urban or suburban America were, but its distinctions would have been subtle. Were it not in such a state of disrepair. The paper doors were shedding, the roof tiles falling. Weeds sprouted around a fallen stand in front of the building, and ugly stains were flecked onto the sign overhead. Purity seals were placed over the entrances and windows. Faded from many long months in the sun. The building simply sat there, like the corpse of an animal on the side of the road. Its bleak windows staring like empty sockets down at the four…

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How do we get in?

:SekiThink:  = "Here girls, let me show you what a 'rope trick' is."

:KoishiXD:  = "C'mon, let's try the front door."

:YoumuStare:  = "The windows are too obvious, and high up. Maybe there's a cellar entrance of some kind."

 = "Life has many entrances, if you know how to make them."

 

[Yumetou]

On Exploration​

Urban exploration may be a popular pass time in the Outside World. But exploring structures in Gensokyo is an entirely different matter. There are all manner of buildings in Gensokyo. From Japanese manors, to forgotten temples, to unknown ruins from Earth or Makai. For the enterprising explorer, this may seem like a wonderful opportunity for riches and adventure. However I must impress on you one piece of advice:​

Don't.​

In addition to natural hazards of exploration in the Outside World like mold, wild animals or instability, very few buildings in Gensokyo are truly abandoned. Spirits may dwell in structures they lived in when alive. Fairies may be drawn to it as a source of natural rejuvenation. And Youkai are often born from unlikely sources. Anything from an old shoe to the building itself may manifest as a Youkai. Such danger is not worth a handful of forgotten Mon or a tome of magic which will likely curse you anyway. Adventures like this are best left to the Otherworldly Ventures Acquisitions Department. This group of well equipped humans, youkai and fairies act as a way to explore and gather lost knowledge. Alerting Otherworldly Ventures to the existence of a prosperous ruin or source of magic however may be enough to make you rich. As a finder's fee, OV offers 10% 5% 1% of all profits from a successful expedition to a ruin, as well as part of the profit if the structure can be renovated and sold.​

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Their entrance into the home was simple enough. Even with the doors and windows closed and locked, there was a way in. If people who could fly were as rare as he hoped in the village, it was doubtful the townsfolk thought to block off the rickety veranda that surrounded the small house and overlooked the town. The only question was, how to get up there…A smile crossed his face as he turned back to the others. Wriggle looked warily up at the structure as if it would come alive at any moment. Cirno silently scanned the windows. Agappa just stared up at him.

“I’ve got a plan to get inside.”

Cirno glanced over at him, her brow furrowing as if he said something stupid. The implication was one he strangely found himself resenting. “Whaddu mean Osu? We’re just gonna fly right up there. Like thi--”

No sooner had her feet started to leave the ground than Oscar felt his blood go cold. Wriggle seemed to have the exact same thought as he. Her arm rose, grabbing Cirno by the back of her kimono and pulling her back down to earth with a start. The ice fairy letting out a startled cry as she did. Wriggle gave her a look much like Cirno just gave him. Letting Oscar recover some of his pride. “Cirno! We’re supposed to be disguised! What’re the humans going to think if we just fly up there?”

Cirno didn’t respond. Too preoccupied was she with rubbing her head, despite landing on her rear. Oscar shook his head. Reaching into his coat. “Here girls. Let me show you what an ‘Indian Rope Trick’ is.”

The trick was a staple of early 20th century showmanship, though the technique could often vary wildly. The original trick was said to come from India and involved a magician making a rope go rigid. An assistant would then climb up, disappearing from view. Before the magician cut the rope, only to have it fall to the ground. In reality, how the trick worked varied from showman to showman. He had seen everything from a fishing wire on a stage to a special robotic rope used to achieve the effect in stage performances. But personally, he preferred the older method.

The rope he pulled from his side looked fairly unassuming. Perhaps a little stiff, but otherwise mundane. Carefully though, his fingers worked at the base. Pulling a hidden ribbon at its end. Instantly, the sets of cords inside went taunt. Pulling on the network of bamboo pieces inside. In a moment, the rope went rigid. Allowing him to lean it against the veranda. Before gesturing to it with a smile. Agappa stared with wide eyes. Wriggle’s brow raised. Cirno clapped her hands.

“Great! And this will let us get up to there together?”

“That’s right, I--”

“How does it work?”

“Well a magician never reveals his--”

“I think she means how does it help us get up there, Osu.”

“We’ll take turns climbing the rope and use that to get into the Fortune Teller’s place.”

Cirno stared for a moment. Before glancing back at Wriggle. “Climbing’s what frogs and squirrels do, right?”

“Yep.”

“...That’s not much of a magic trick Osu.”

At that, Oscar could only roll his eyes before grasping at the rope. Propped up like this, his climbing position was precarious, and he had never been the most confident in its strength. But the old bamboo held. His way was sped up as he kicked against the wall as well. Until he reached the old balcony. An unstable thing, rotted from years of neglect. Easing himself carefully over the edge, he placed his foot down. Trying not to think too much about the very loud creak beneath his shoe.

Beneath him, Agappa hurried to the rope, and began to pull herself up. Wriggle turned to Cirno and shrugged, before following after. Her lean figure pulling herself up dexterously despite her kimono. Cirno looked up at the rope, peeved. Glanced around. Then, grasping it with one hand, hovered her way up.

By the time she reached the veranda, Oscar had already found the window unlocked and opened it. The group of four friends seemed to be in what was formerly a bedroom. Tatami mats rotted on the floor. Furniture sat thick with dust. Mildew clung to the unmade bed and the moth-eaten clothes. The floor was rotten, and creaked unnaturally underfoot.

As Cirno slipped inside, she could see Agappa rummaging through a set of drawers nearby. Stuffing abandoned knick-knacks and faded rags into the handbag around her neck. Wriggle was crouched over, and seemed to be having an intense argument with a roach. And over it all, Oscar looked around. He was nervous, but the arrival of the fearless Cirno steadied him a little. Outside past torn and yellowed paper doors, he could see two floors, an indoor veranda circling a depression in the floor, the ground there charred. Rooms long forgotten stretched out to either side of them as he neared the door from the bedroom.

“What now?” Wriggle asked, giving up on her altercation.

“Its probably best if we split up. We’ll cover more ground that way.”

“Great idea!” Cirno said with a smile. “We’ll all go different ways and--”

“No.” Agappa said flatly. Wriggle nodded, crossing her arms.

“For once, I agree with the...ah, bad luck friend. I’m not going through the house of a Jinyou by myself.”

“...But you’ve got your bug friends to protect you!”

The exasperated look Wriggle gave seemed to leave no impression on Cirno. Even if it was nice not to have it directed at him in that moment. His hand patted her wig, temporarily forgetting it wasn't her real hair. The girl just pouted in reply.

“Its alright Wriggle. We’ll split into two groups. If one of us runs into trouble, we can find each other. Its a small house.”

The concession seemed to be enough. With a resigned sigh Wriggle closed her eyes and dropped the argument. Agappa nodded in agreement. All that was left was to decide who to go with…

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:SekiThink:  = Wriggle's ability to communicate with insects may come in handy here. She's also strong for her size and energetic which helps.

:KoishiXD:  = Cirno may not be able to freeze curses like she hopes, but her courage counts for a lot. She'd never leave her friends behind.

:TenshiCry:  = Agappa can inflict misfortune on others. That probably means she can deal with any misfortune we find...probably...

:YoumuStare:  = If you want to build your legacy as a great wizard, you have to learn to do a few things on your own. Its just a spooky old house.

 

[Yumetou]

Fortune Telling​

While there is a place for Western divination practices such as Tarot Cards, Crystal Balls and Palm Reading, most fortune telling is rooted in Japanese and to a lesser degree Chinese practices. Many of these are extremely old, some possibly dating to before the end of the last Ice Age. In broad strokes, these include:​

Itako, a process where blind women are raised to become spiritual mediums with a patron Kami. By having cold water poured over them daily. By completing the process, they can speak with gods, spirits and the dead.​

Kokkuri, a tilting table used to summon Kokkuri-san. An animal spirit which acts as a medium to the spiritual plane. Kokkuri-san will tilt the plate beneath the table in answer to the questions asked, though his honesty or intentions are not always pure.​

Omikuji, random fortunes contained in boxes at temples. You pay a fee, and in exchange are provided the randomized fortune. If the fortune is poor, it can be evaded by tying it to a pine tree, thus leading the bad luck to the tree instead of the holder.​

Onmyōdō, utilizing calendars and astronomy to determine the fortune tied to specific places, directions and actions. A highly sophisticated system, those who knew its use were often found in noble courts in feudal Japan.​

Sanpaku, a form of face reading where studying the eyes can give the reader insight into a person's health and prospects.​

Tengenjutsu, a complex system of sixty rotating words involving Yin and Yang, the five Elements, your birthday and your physical appearance.​

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"TRIAL OF FORTUNE! Never fear, fellow Kami! I, Yorigami Joon, shall break this tie with a flip of a coin! Heads, Cirno wins. Tails, Agappa wins!​

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*Ting*​

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BWAHAHA! The Maiden of Misfortune triumphs! That'll be 1 Ryu."​

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The question was a difficult one. After all, each had their own advantages. Despite her occasional grumpy disposition, Wriggle had been a fair companion to him and her ability to communicate with insects may have been handy.

Cirno was brave, if headstrong. Oscar had no idea if she could actually freeze a ghost. But he was sure at least she was absolutely confident she could.

Then there was Agappa. Of all the group, she was the least expressive. Which did at least mean she hadn't picked at him. Her blank stares may have been disturbing. But in a building owned by a Fortune Teller, wouldn't her powers come in handy?

Also he didn't think Wriggle would be comfortable being alone with her.

"Alright. Cirno and Wriggle, you check that way. Agappa and I will go the other way."

The Ice Fairy gave a thumbs up, along with a confident smile. Over her shoulder, Wriggle's face seemed to soften. For a moment, he even thought he saw her mouth 'thank you' before she turned. Sweeping her cape with her as she and Cirno started along the broken wooden walkway. The planks underfoot creaking far less than they would have under Oscar's feet. He turned to Agappa. Who regarded him beneath the hood of her raincoat with a passive stare. Her mouth slightly ajar as usual. Oscar took in a low, slow breath. Before forcing a smile. "Alright, let's go."

She only nodded. Letting him lead the way. The walls here were pain, flecked with dust and little else. The boards under his feet were in a poor condition, and likely had been even when this place was inhabited. They let out creaks and groans of protest with his every footfall. Which he did his best to ignore as he crept towards the nearest door. The paper set in the door had yellowed some time ago, and holes had begun to tear in them...

He took another step forward. And realized there was a weight on him. Agappa was clinging to the back of his suit jacket. Her face pressed against the small of his back as though terrified. The gesture may have been endearing were it not so odd...

"What's the matter?"

The question hung in the air. Patiently waiting an answer that didn't come. Eventually, a fearful arm rose and pointed at the door. Her eyes failing to open for a second. The baffling display left the overwhelming question...what now?

:SekiThink:  = Cast a 'spell' or 'charm' which will fool Agappa into thinking the room is gone.

:KoishiXD:  = Give Agappa a pep talk and see if you can get her to tell you what's wrong.

:YoumuStare:  = Let's...avoid this door for now. Walk past it.

 = Let her cling on to you and press forward. You're strong enough to drag her behind you.

 

[Yumetou]

Tsukumogami​

Meaning 'Haunted Tools', this name is somewhat misleading as these Yokai may not be tools as Westerners think of them. They are lesser Youkai who usually appear after an item has reached 100 years of age, or has received significant neglect. The traits of a Tsukumogami vary from item to item affected. They are generally a minor Youkai, and seldom do more than try to frighten humans. Though some more powerful spirits sometimes disguise themselves as these benign entities to seem harmless.​

Examples Elsewhere:​

Bakezori (Straw Sandals)​

Biwabokuboku (Biwa, or stringed instrument)​

Chochin Obake (Paper Lantern)​

Hone Karakasa (Skeleton Umbrella)​

Kameosa (Earthware Jars)​

Karakasa Obake (Umbrella)​

Kotofurunushi (Koto, a kind of stringed instrument)​

Mokumokukuren (Paper Doors and Windows)​

Shami Choro (Shamisen, a kind of stringed insturment)​

Ungaikyō (Mirrors)​

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Moments like this made Oscar question how he had gotten to this point. His mind went over the past two days, flitting over each individual choice. And how it lead to him scaling an abandoned—possibly cursed—house to search for clues. To a cryptic poem. Recited by the weirdo grasping at his leg. Deep breaths Oscar. Deep breaths.

“Agappa,” He said, willing the full extent of his patience into place. Part of his mind pretending Agappa was younger than she was. “Use your words. What is wrong? Tell me.”

Nervously, she just extended her hand, pointing again. It was a moment or two more before she managed a word. “Eyes.”

“Eyes?”

“Eyes.”

“Where?”

“Shōji.”

“What the hell is Shoji?”

Her hand thrust again to the door with its faded paper. The small and torn paper sagging. He took a slow breath. His hands giving up on freeing himself to instead rest on her shoulders. Her arms clung unnaturally tight to his leg. He took another slow breath. “Okay, Agappa. There are no eyes there—”

“There are.”

“—But if there were, we have two options. We can stand here where they can stare at us, or pass them so they can’t. We can only pick one. Which do you want?”

“Go back.”

“They’ll still be staring at us then, which puts us back at our choice. Which do you want to do?”

Agappa was still for a moment. The only sound she made was a low whimper. Before she slowly let go. Still clinging to Oscar’s pant leg. He tried to ignore it as he led her forward. Agappa couldn’t even look up, trying to wrap herself in his cloak as best she could.

Oscar set a slow pace. Letting Agappa follow along as best she could with her eyes welled shut. It was slow going, but the only way they were getting inside. As he approached, he could see inside the dingy room were all manner of books and scrolls. Lining shelves set in place. Facing the yellowed paper of the windows was a European model of the solar system. Its many round rings were well maintained, and may have served as a reasonable display at a modern school, were it not for the fact the earth sat at the center of the cosmos. Oscar’s eyes roamed over the scrolls. Then glanced down at the girl pressing her face to his side.

It was then he realized just how pointless this expedition was. The chances any of the books here were written in English were almost certainly none. Any that were here would be written in Japanese and who knew what else. And while Agappa, Wriggle and Cir...Agappa and Wriggle could almost certainly read them for him, he doubted Agappa would tear her face from his side long enough to read.

With little other option, he began to idly glance over the books and scrolls. Trying to pick out any which might help him. It was hard going, eventually he just resorted to picking out the most worn or valuable looking options and tucking them under his arm. It was as he opened yet another book with a dingy cover, that the page fluttered open. A piece of folded paper emerged, something written upon it. Raising it to his face, the corner slipped free. Letting him see the contents.

It was a lock of dark hair. Tied with a red and white bow. Oscar managed to stifle his disgust as he discarded the item back onto the ground.

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With a collection of books under his arm, the rest of the home is yours to explore. Where to next?

:SekiThink:  = The Fortune Teller seemed to be a busy guy. That means there's probably a storehouse on the bottom floor we can check.

:TenshiCry:  = Japanese homes are supposed to have little miniature shrines. Maybe the one here can teach us something.

:YoumuStare:  = There's sure to be an office or study room around here somewhere. Maybe it can tell us more.

 = Well, this is close enough for government work. Let's hurry to find the other two.

 

[Yumetou]

Inugami​

‘Dog Spirit’​

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An ancient practice dating to the earliest days of Japan, Inugami are spirits of canines sacrificed in arcane rituals. From this ritual, a protective spirit is born in service of the family, who keep its mummified remains in a secret shrine, usually buried. These beings serve as bodyguards and agents. Protecting their patron from danger or sabotaging their enemies. Among their abilities are the power to manifest as a dog, invisibility, the power to strike others with illness, and the ability to affect moods or dispositions. A spiritual attack by an Inugami is difficult to repel and often requires a master sorcerer to remove. Signs of this affliction may include mood swings, pain in the chest, hands or arms, deep jealousy or taking on dog-like mannerisms.​

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Inugami are hereditary, passing from one generation to the next, and even after their master’s death they will work to serve or avenge their patron. Due to this, the practice of summoning Inugami was strictly forbidden, with even the accusation of consorting with one leading to the exile of any noble accused of having an Inugami as a familiar.​

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Elsewhere…​

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“I thought the Fortune Teller was supposed to be rich! You’d think if he was so well off, his kitchen would be nicer!”

Cirno scoffed at the odor of rot which flowed out of the kitchen. One hand resting over her mouth and nose in a desperate bid to keep the scent at bay. A mix of putrid meats and rotted vegetables which wafted in the room.

To be honest, Wriggle thought it didn’t smell half bad.

“He wasn’t that rich, and he’s been dead for years now anyway,” Wriggle replied back with a smile and roll of her eyes. She hovered upwards slowly, peering down into the pots beneath for anything useful. Her only warning that someone was watching her, was the sensation of something large striking her upon her back. “H-hey!”

She managed that much before she turned. Wings buzzing threateningly. Half expecting to see Cirno trying to prank her, or a large aggressive insect taking offense to her looking over its meal. She didn’t see anything though...Nothing except Cirno, hovering on the other side of the room in search of sweets. Her wings gave a curt buzz for the insects in the room, before returning to her search. “Its not like he’s been back here to clean up the place.”

“Yeah, but…” Cirno said, peering inside a ceramic pot. Which disappointingly was empty of sweets. “Someone had to be here, right? Why else would the food all be bad?”

The question was stupid. Really stupid. The stupidest thing she may have heard all day. She couldn’t keep it from her expression as she turned around and stared at Cirno. “What?”

“Yeah. I mean,” Cirno said as she turned. Absentmindedly scratching at her head while she thought aloud. “The food at my place doesn’t rot. The only insects I’ve ever seen there are your friends. Which log-ick-ally means another Youkai must have been here and brought them, right?”

A voice in the back of Wriggle’s mind had to admit her thoughts made logical sense from Cirno’s perspective. The sound of the voice slowly receded in her mind amid a swell of sudden anger. Cirno and she had been friends for years. And not once had she ever noticed the way her insect friends acted in the wild? She had never noticed a rotten tree or dead animal?

“This is why everyone thinks you are an idiot,” She said. Buzzing her wings as she gave up on the pots and stomped for the door. Cirno looked on in shock, before following after her.

“H-hey! You’ve never called me that before! Why did--”

“Why do you never pay attention to anything?”

“Huh?”

The putrid smell of the kitchen receded. Giving way to the scent of rotting wood amid the faux luxury of the crumbling mansion. Not that Wriggle saw much of it. All she could think of was the fairy hovering behind her. Staring with that same bewildered look she always did when she was awakened in class by Keine. “Can’t you take anything seriously? We’re in a house that might be cursed and you’re looking for cookies like a child! Come to think of it, why are we even here? Its all that human’s idea.”

“ ‘That human?’ His name is Osu, he’s our friend.”

“Who decided that?”

“He saved Rumia from Princess Plantface.”

“And where’s Rumia now? Still lost. But you can’t stop talking about him. Remember last night? ‘Where’s Osu-san?’ ‘I hope he doesn't get scared on his own' 'Please Osu-san don't be eaten by wild Youkai' ‘Wahahaha I lost two friends in one night! Promise you’ll never leave me Dai-chan!’.”

For a few moments, Cirno was left in stunned silence. Only able to stare wide-eyed as Wriggle yelled in front of her. She and Wriggle had been friends for...longer than she could count. But Cirno couldn’t ever remember her acting like this. At the mention of Rumia however, she felt her core go cold. Her hands clenched slowly. Glaring back at her friend as her small teeth ground together. “Don’t. Talk about Rumia like that! She’s out there, we just have to find her!”

“So why are we here? Or are you too stupid to realize his game? A random human wandering the forest in need of help? I bet he’s working with Kimiko! I think he’s a Magician who wants the Fortune Teller’s secrets, and you led him right to them!”

“It was Mystia’s idea you jerk!”

“Why are we here then Cirno? Explain it to me with your baka brai--”

With bitter tears freezing to her face, the ice fairy lunged her hands forward. Shoving the unsuspecting youkai against a yellowing paper door. The wood crumbled under Wriggle’s scant weight. Cirno’s expression softened, even if the tears clung to her face. Wriggle started to push herself up, so focused on the moment she didn’t notice her wave of anger had seemingly vanished. Her confusion was broken by the sound of something shuffling behind her.

Her antennae bobbed as she gazed into the gloom. Cirno, sensing a shift in mood, peered around her into the dark. Before a hideous face emerged from the dark. It was a deep blue, bulbous, atop the frame of a man. At first glance, the face had far too many folds. Though this impression was proven wrong as six, spread at random across its face, opened. Piercing gazes fixed themselves on the two. One eye red, two orange, and three yellow.

“Would you like to hang from your neck?”

The two friends screamed in alarm. Their argument forgotten as they clung to one another.

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Oscar turned to Agappa with a smile. The bulk of the books under his arms were difficult, but he thought he had a good grip on them. She clung to him, not even glancing up at him. “Well Agappa, I think that’s close enough for government work. Let’s find the others and--”

The scream of the two cut through the library in an instant. Oscar didn’t need to guess who had screamed. Nor how serious the situation must have been for the two to be so frightened. He rushed from the room, practically taking Agappa off her feet as he rushed out into the courtyard. Not noticing the crease in the paper set in the wall as it opened to watch him run.

His shoes were not meant for his dead sprint, but they loudly rang against the crumbling wood as he scrambled down the stairs towards the sound of the screams. The two huddled together like lost children in the hallway, staring as a hulking figure approached them. He wasn't much taller than they were, and was only slightly larger in build. Were it not for his head, which was as tall as his body. A pair of orange eyes gazed piercingly at them from a dark blue face. One on the right of its forehead and the other almost sliding down its left cheek as it spoke.

"Would you like to hang from your neck?"

The figure was frightening, even if it had not noticed him. Indeed, so startling was it, that Oscar almost failed to notice the shape of a dog's skull circling Wriggle overhead.

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What now?

:SekiThink:  = The door is already on the ground, and Wriggle was lying on it. Was this monster really trapped by just a paper door?

:KoishiXD:  = Maybe greeting the creature will give you the chance to talk it down?

:TenshiCry:  = Quick, grab the grimoire you won from Marisa and read what's inside! It might intimidate the monster.

:YoumuStare:  = The monster's distracted. Throw a flash bomb and blind it, then grab your friends and run.

 

[Yumetou]

Ao Bozu​

‘Blue Monk’​

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An enigmatic Youkai with a multitude of descriptions. To some it is a towering blue-skinned giant. To others, it is a small child. They can be virtually any size, with any number of eyes, in any number of locations. This enigmatic and contradictory being was first recorded by Toriyama Sekien, with only its name as a description. Its color denotes inexperience or immaturity, making its full name a commentary on the unskilled novices of the Buddhist priesthood.​

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Ao Bozu may appear in barley, millet or wheat fields during sunset. Here they wait for children to snatch and kidnap. Other times they are human-sized figures who appear late at night down dark streets. Terrorizing women and children with the question ‘Would you like to hang by your neck?’ If one refuses, it vanishes. If ignored, it will attack with surprising speed. Other times they are giants who appear in abandoned homes, or child-sized travelers who challenge wanderers to sumo-wrestling contests. Due to its unknown nature and varied attributes, it is wise to treat this Youkai with extreme caution.​

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As the figure lumbered forward into the hall, Oscar could feel Agappa letting go of his leg. Scurrying as quickly as she could, she dove for one of the pillars, scrambling her way up towards the supportive struts overhead. The sorcerer didn’t have time to get her down. The shambling beast was approaching his two friends fast.

The frightened pair was shaken from their terror as Cirno’s face hardened. Interposing herself between the awkward giant and Wriggle, she held out a hand. Cold mustering in her palm as she focused all the energy that she could into it. She didn’t have time for Perfect Freeze, and she doubted anything else would really stop it. But she had to try. Ice formed in the palm of her hand, magic pulling water from the air and the rot in the walls. The familiar warmth built in her chest as she pulled all she could. Teeth gritting as those eyes glowered down at her.

“Would you like to hang by your--”

In an instant, the flare of a red satin cape engulfed the two of them as Oscar stood over the two. His hands thrust out, the gloved hands making a set of motions before his palms extended towards the lumbering blue face which crept ever closer.

“SHAZAM!”

A sound like thunder burst from the man’s hand. A flare of light more like lightning than a lantern or fire. The beast roared. Hands rising to its eyes. Before the arms of Oscar surrounded the two, and he ran.

His fancy shoes rang out on the wooden floor as he sprinted. Cape billowing after him doing little favors. Cirno hung from under one arm, her half-formed ice magic in one hand. Wriggle held under the other. Cirno was still stunned from everything that had happened, from her fight with Wriggle to their escape. The youkai on the other hand was faster to regain her senses. She glared up at Oscar, a low growl escaping her.

“Are you going to stop running and fight that youkai?!”

“Working on it.”

The answer wasn’t his best. But it was the best he could manage. Even as he spoke, he heard a roar rising as though from three throats. The thing lumbered after him blindly. Using a long, powerful forearm to propel itself with surprising grace to compensate for its less impressive limbs. Oscar dared not look back as wooden beams snapped behind him, and stone jars shattered. Rooms whipping by to either side. The thing roaring after him.

“I will hang you by your neck!”

He raced on, passing rooms long ago left to barren neglect. There was a warehouse full of rotten wooden boxes, a room with a low table and faded screens. And a low room that descended down a set of stairs into a dark foreboding atmosphere.

Of course, there were other routes. The yellowed paper walls tinting the light a sickly yellow, could always simply be broken through. Or he could just return the way he came up the stairs. Or he could try something a little more tricky…

Whatever it was, he knew he should do it fast. The monster was getting closer…

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:SekiThink:  = "Don't worry girls! We will lose him in the mason jars! He'll never find the right one."

:KoishiXD:  = "But Mister Youkai...I have no neck!"

:TenshiCry:  = "Cirno! We're running by the cellar stairs again. I need you to freeze the ground in front of it!"

 = "Hold on tight girls! We're breaking through the wall out into the street!"

 

[Yumetou]

Wages in Gensokyo​

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We have in brief gone over the monetary system used in Gensokyo. One consistent question from Outsiders however is, what should be considered a 'living wage' in Gensokyo. Alas, such things are not so simple in this world. Most forms of work in Gensokyo are manual labor. Farming, fishing, wood cutting. These occupations seldom make enough money to compensate workers in cash. Typically they are instead payed in food or wares, which can then be bartered or traded for coin or other goods. Often, your employer will also furnish food and living arrangements for their employee. Though this may be as simple as a blanket in a warm corner of the house or a loft, to a spare bedroom. Provisions and bedding vary from employer to employer, and the onus is often on the worker to decide if their situation is acceptable.​

The Otherworldly Ventures Division of Labor exists as a source of relief however for any possible wronged individuals. In return for a small service fee (equal to your last week's pay), we will happily determine if your present living situations are acceptable, and negotiate with your employer. We also are able to find you positions elsewhere in our network (for a fee equal to half a week's wages for the first month). Otherworldly Ventures employs and has connections to everything from farmers to merchants and temples. There is sure to be a job that fits YOU in Gensokyo!​

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“Ohohoho, it looks like you useless kami can’t decide what this loser should do! Never fear, Jo’on is here to guide you. Heads, he is headless! Tails he has the blue fairy do his dirty work. The Ryu, please.”​

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*ting*​

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“Heads! Hope his comes off.”​

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The rumbling from behind him was growing louder. Wood splintering as the lanky beast tore after him. Its oversided fist smashing through the floor. Oscar tried to ignore it. His gaze remaining on the door to the kitchen.

“Cirno, Wriggle, I’m going to throw you up to Agappa. You two stay up there until I deal with this guy.”

“W-what?” The question spilled from Cirno’s lips with surprising earnestness. Her eyes, still ringed with frozen tears, gazed up at him. Her small hands grasping at his jacket. “You can’t do that Osu! I’ve already lost a friend. I don’t...I can’t…”

“Hey, its okay.” He replied. The welling tears in her eyes made him glad he was such a good showman. Oscar doubted he could lie to a friend’s crying face. He smiled broadly, even managing a wink. “I’m Oscar Diggs, the great and powerful. Nothing can go wrong when I’m around.”

Wriggle let out a huff. Cirno looked almost ready to start sobbing again.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise I will be back.”

The reassurance in his voice fooled even him as he heaved his arms up. Throwing either of the two smaller girls towards the rafters, where overhead Agappa gazed with bleary eyes. Wriggle drifted upwards effortlessly. Cirno floated in place, gazing down with nervous eyes as Oscar dove into the kitchen. The beast in hot pursuit…

The door thudded loudly as it shifted behind him. The door of rotted wood doing little to reassure him of his safety. In an instant, he threw himself into securing the doorway. A piece of firewood rammed into the sliding frame. Heavy earthen pots filled with scents he dared not think about slid into place. Scarcely a moment too soon. The lumbering thing rammed against the door, scarcely holding. With a few moments to himself, his eyes cast around the space, scrambling as he pulled his phone from his pocket. 18% power. Just enough for this stunt. Plugging in the appropriate add-on, he glanced around the room. Finding what he wanted more by the acrid scent of rotting meat than any logic. The piece of dried meat was beginning to age, but even the rot on it was not as strong as the air around it. This would do nicely…

All he had to do was record.

The door splintered. Shuddering on its frame before it fell away. The formidable shape elbowing its way through the door. Before him, the cocksure wizard stood. A willful smile on his face.

“The monster at last arrives, to face the champion of legend.”

“Silence! I will hang you by your neck!”

The smile on his face, if anything, seemed to grow wider. Even as the lumbering thing drew nearer, he spread his arms to either side. “But Mister Youkai...I have no neck.”

A low, soft but growing laugh escaped his lips at those words. His head in its top hat began to sway, shifting unnaturally from side to side. Until it seemed to fully detach. His curly brown hair swaying with the motion, revealing a mass of putrid dried meat where his neck should have been.

The beast stared with its yellow eyes, the red and orange ones closed for now. Gazing at the face drifting overhead. That laugh of his ringing in his ears. The monster raised a hand, shaking just a little as he did, before grasping at the figure.

Only to see his fingers move straight through it.

Oscar’s laughter redoubled as the monster turned. Sprinting from the room in alarm. The room was still for a moment, before Oscar stepped from a darkened corner of the room, where his cloak had been wrapped around him. He sighed with relief as he gathered up his phone, the mobile projector beside it still glowing as his laughing face faded.

The youkai and fairy watched form their perch overhead as the monster lumbered into the room. A moment later, it came sprinting from the kitchen. Its orange eyes closed, the yellow and red looking around in sudden fright as it fled towards the darkened halls. A moment later, Oscar emerged. One hand brushing at his cape. Cirno descended, happiness etched into her finer features. Wriggle, at least, did not look completely displeased. Agappa had her same expression as usual.

“O-Osu! Are you okay? That youkai didn’t eat you did he?”

“Hmph, why didn’t you destroy him?”

“Nice to see you’re alive too Wriggle.”

Despite Wriggle’s renewed hostility, Oscar found he couldn’t stop smiling. His hand rose. Brushing affectionately at Cirno’s hair even as Agappa slid down to join them. “Now little ladies, I think its time we get out of here.”

“Bright thinking, Mister Great and Powerful. How are we going to do that?”

That...was a good question. And that Youkai was still in here somewhere...

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What next?​

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:SekiThink:  =Welp, best way out is how we came in.

:TenshiCry:  = There's a window here in the kitchen. Maybe we can slip out that way.

:YoumuStare:  = Wriggle's insect friends bring news of a hidden tunnel under the house.

 = I still don't see why we can't just break through a wall.

 

[Yumetou]

The origins of Gensokyo​

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Within Gensokyo, there are several groups of beings who can be roughly categorized into eight ‘species’ or ‘races’. Each with their own distinct subgroups. In order of commonality, these are Ghosts, Youkai, Fairies, Humans, Hermits, Demons, Kami and Dolls. Once, all these races lived on Earth. However these groups found themselves in conflict regularly. Over the course of thousands of years, humans grew in number and many of the more aggressive Fairies, Demons and Youkai were defeated. The apex of this conflict began at various times in the world, with Humanity overpowering the Youkai of Japan soon after their borders opened to the West in 1853. Though as dangerous as any rifle or bomb was the rise of secularism. Faith in these beings diminished, weakening what Youkai remained. To preserve what of them remained, the strongest remaining Youkai isolated the realm of Gensokyo from the Outside World in 1885. The realm has existed in almost complete isolation since then, with the barrier sustained by faith in the Hakurei God, as well as the strongest of the Youkai Sages.​

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These sages are known to include Yakumo Yukari, Ibaraki Kasen and Matara Okina, though there are assumed to be others. The dragons of Gensokyo are known to have vanished at the same time, suggesting the realm was isolated in part due to their aid.​

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“Hey ya’ll, its yer girl Joon here to rob you dumb Kami again. Since you’re all out of money, I’ll take...hmm, your kimono. Yes, you in the red. It looks expensive. Heads, erm, lining they go out the kitchen window. Back, they follow the ‘hidden path’. HAI-YAAH!

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Well this didn’t work out how I planned. But close enough to tails. See you idiots, I’m going to sell this to save up for my gambling fund this weekend.”

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The roars of the monster billowed down the halls. The beast they had just eluded racing through the halls. Oscar for his part turned to the kitchen windows. Quickly lunging and throwing one open. The old wood felt rotted under his finger tip, and the first wooden bar fell away. Leaving a space much too small for he, but enough for his three friends. Somehow, he managed to hide his panic with a daring smile back at the three.

“We have no time to lose. We have to get out of here—through the window, quickly.”

“But Osu, you can’t fit through there!”

“I couldn’t scare a Youkai away either.”

An impatient wave of his hand followed. The billowing from the hall soon showing there was little time to lose. Agappa was first, delicately climbing over the detritus left by the home’s owner. Before Wriggle rolled her eyes and flew over to the Mikari-Baba. Hefting her up and through the window. A dull but harmless thud coming from outside. Wriggle followed a moment later. Then, with a last glance back at him, Cirno flew out the window too.

From where she hovered, watching Agappa rubbing her head and Cirno watching the window, Wriggle felt...weird. She knew she would want to see him come spilling out that window. Hopeless as Oscar was, Cirno was right. He had been a good friend to them in the little time they knew him. But...at the same time…

He wanted to take Cirno from her friends.

The thought had an instinctive revulsion to it. The way a human felt when he saw a cockroach, she supposed. It was disgusting, wrong even. But then...it made sense. Hadn’t Rumia been talking to him before she vanished? Hadn’t he somehow found them after Cirno spent all night crying over him and Rumia? Hadn’t he decided to go alone with her, Cirno, and the creepy friend they HAPPENED to meet on the road together?

Something didn’t smell right…

She could head something in her brain like padded feet through the long grass behind her. The sound was so pronounced she almost failed to hear the soft words of gnats and centipedes. Their words made her smile faintly to herself. Before she peered over the window.

“Osu, you can’t get through, can you?”

The man was already halfway to the door, though her words stopped him. A soft smile crossed Wriggle’s lips as she continued. “I heard from some of the insects here. There’s a hidden tunnel here. The Fortune Teller built it as a way to escape if his home was attacked. You can find it in the cellar. He kept his preserved foods, sake and reagents there.”

Her news done, Wriggle turned to her friend. Half coaxing, half shoving Cirno from the scene. All as Agappa stared after her mutely.

Back inside, Oscar took stock of his situation. The house was inhabited by a monster, one which seemed to want him dead. But it could be fooled, and fairly easily. He just had to evade it, and find his way to the cellar. He was even pretty sure he knew where it was. He just had to get to it before the monster outside did…

The question was, how?

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:SekiThink:  = If he's scared by ghosts, then we just have to make things extra creepy. All I need is a few of these pieces of rooting meat, some cloth and a bowl...

:KoishiXD:  = Maybe by getting the girls outside to make noise on the other side of the house, it'll distract him long enough for Oscar to get to safety?

:TenshiCry:  = The monster had six eyes, and two of them went out when I fooled him. I wonder if there's some kind of significance to it? If I confront it directly and fool it twice more, maybe it will stop?

 = Nah man. Straight up Naruto run your way to the cellar. Dude will have no time to catch you.