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Re: Touhou CYOA - Second edition
Since the day had been somewhat long and it was likely night-time at the surface world, there was little reason to decline the offer. Once again, it was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, to spend a night at the High Court of the Yamas. A silly and brief thought about starting a pillow fight with Komachi passed Byakuren's mind, but she held the silliness back, considering the location where they were. And there had already been enough hardships in the near history of the shinigami and Shikieiki, so it was likely for the best to not cause further chaos and test the patience of the denizens of Hell. "I'll be off to my boat soon, gotta drag the deceased over here to their final judgements. But here we are, the guestroom." Komachi announced as they were let in. The room was big as expected, with enough room and equipment to house some twenty people comfortably. There even was a pot and fireplace in the middle, but there was no real need for them, so the equipment would go unused today. After Komachi's departure, it was only a short while until all of them were snoozing away in the forever dusk that permeated the hellscape outside.
Still, some time later into the night, the mage was stirred from her rest. While there was no discernible reason for the happening, Byakuren still decided to go out and have a bit of fresh air. Sliding a door on the back open, she stepped out and closed the slider behind her. In the backyard, there was only a small pool of water to be seen in the reddish glow of the hellscape. After spending some time looking into the water, a vision began to form onto the surface. It showed a small group of nondescript souls waiting for something on a patch of land that was dominated by red, somewhat spidery flowers. No hassle or noise disturbed them, it was a totally orderly and serene scene to witness. Only a moment later, a small boat landed near them, a familiar person guiding them onboard. That is how the deceased moved onwards. Even in death, there was order to things. Following the events for a bit more, the former monk eventually departed back inside to try and carry on sleeping, seeing Komachi at work calming her down somewhat.
In what was most likely morning up over at the surface world, the group began to wake up. One after another, the individual members got up from their respective slumbers, having spent what was probably the most peaceful night in a long while in absolute quiet and serenity. Almost as if on cue, Shiki strode in to the room once there was a sembalance of readiness, looking totally fresh. A pair of shinigami followed in her wake, bringing some light breakfast foods to eat with them. "Sleepyheads. Do not overuse my hospitality." she snapped at them verbally, but the look on the yama's face showed that she was happy with the room having some use to house guests once in a while. "Was just coming over to ask if you guys wanted to follow the trial of our little imposter. You don't have to, but you can if you want, the whole scenario will be handled anyway." she asked them as the group nommed away.
A. Stay for a while longer and see what happens at the trial
B. Leave early and head towards the surface world
C. Things? Of other kinds?
Since the day had been somewhat long and it was likely night-time at the surface world, there was little reason to decline the offer. Once again, it was a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, to spend a night at the High Court of the Yamas. A silly and brief thought about starting a pillow fight with Komachi passed Byakuren's mind, but she held the silliness back, considering the location where they were. And there had already been enough hardships in the near history of the shinigami and Shikieiki, so it was likely for the best to not cause further chaos and test the patience of the denizens of Hell. "I'll be off to my boat soon, gotta drag the deceased over here to their final judgements. But here we are, the guestroom." Komachi announced as they were let in. The room was big as expected, with enough room and equipment to house some twenty people comfortably. There even was a pot and fireplace in the middle, but there was no real need for them, so the equipment would go unused today. After Komachi's departure, it was only a short while until all of them were snoozing away in the forever dusk that permeated the hellscape outside.
Still, some time later into the night, the mage was stirred from her rest. While there was no discernible reason for the happening, Byakuren still decided to go out and have a bit of fresh air. Sliding a door on the back open, she stepped out and closed the slider behind her. In the backyard, there was only a small pool of water to be seen in the reddish glow of the hellscape. After spending some time looking into the water, a vision began to form onto the surface. It showed a small group of nondescript souls waiting for something on a patch of land that was dominated by red, somewhat spidery flowers. No hassle or noise disturbed them, it was a totally orderly and serene scene to witness. Only a moment later, a small boat landed near them, a familiar person guiding them onboard. That is how the deceased moved onwards. Even in death, there was order to things. Following the events for a bit more, the former monk eventually departed back inside to try and carry on sleeping, seeing Komachi at work calming her down somewhat.
In what was most likely morning up over at the surface world, the group began to wake up. One after another, the individual members got up from their respective slumbers, having spent what was probably the most peaceful night in a long while in absolute quiet and serenity. Almost as if on cue, Shiki strode in to the room once there was a sembalance of readiness, looking totally fresh. A pair of shinigami followed in her wake, bringing some light breakfast foods to eat with them. "Sleepyheads. Do not overuse my hospitality." she snapped at them verbally, but the look on the yama's face showed that she was happy with the room having some use to house guests once in a while. "Was just coming over to ask if you guys wanted to follow the trial of our little imposter. You don't have to, but you can if you want, the whole scenario will be handled anyway." she asked them as the group nommed away.
A. Stay for a while longer and see what happens at the trial
B. Leave early and head towards the surface world
C. Things? Of other kinds?
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