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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ah---

She'd been distracted. She hadn't been ready. Everything was moving so quickly, now, that when she'd rushed for the edge of the ship in an effort to try and do something for Rudolf---

The monstrous sea creature's head was already bearing down on her. Its maw already gaping open.

Heroes aren't supposed to allow their fear to conquer them, but in that instant, for only a moment, Robin's heart froze.

The shadow engulfed her.

The jaws snapped shut.

---She hadn't prepared herself. Even knowing that something was down there, she hadn't prepared herself at all. And now she'd pay for it.

It wasn't like she'd be able to tell the old man about this. Not given she was about to die.

Long before she was able to make a name for herself.

Long before she could truly call herself a hero.

All the effort put into her by her old man was wasted.

She'd completely failed her allies, too. In that single instant where she ran to help Rudolf, she'd been doomed.

All of these thoughts crossed her mind in a single instant.

In the fraction of a second that followed, she thrust her blade upwards, burying it in the roof of the serpentine creature's mouth.

Of course she should have caught it. Of course she shouldn't have been caught like this is in the first place. It was failing to follow the teachings she'd received from her old man so closely.

But if she wanted to be a hero, she had to be able to get out of even the tightest and most difficult situations, against all odds.

These jaws tightening around her, this yawning throat threatening to swallow her down and plunge her into whatever awaited her below---

It was dark. Tight. Terrifying.

But how could she say she aspired to be a hero if she really thought this was the end?

Robin gritted her teeth.

By thrusting her sword into the roof of the monster's mouth, she made it so she couldn't be swallowed as long as she held on.

And now---

Magical energy flowed through her blade, growing brighter, and brighter---

---

From the outside, it would have appeared as if Robin had completely disappeared, swallowed by one of the monstrous heads that had erupted from the ocean.

At least, for a few moments.

But then something strange happened. The head began to twitch, then jerked. Something was going on inside of it, near the back of its throat.

A light seemed to be building through its teeth and growing brighter, and brighter.

In an instant, the glow had exploded through the top of its head, then spread out wider, tearing apart its constructed form of water and sending it spraying across the deck of the ship.

Soaking wet, Robin hurtled into the air.

She'd done it! She'd made it out!

It was hard to take everything in, but she'd tried to throw herself in the direction of the boat---

Ah. Hitting the deck wouldn't be any good, not from this height.

The world began to rush upwards around her.

Getting out of being eaten alive by a water monster just to fall and break every bone in her body really wouldn't be a good ending for a hero's story---!

Her left hand lashed out, hoping to find something to wrap around.

To her momentary relief, she found it.

Her gloved fingers wrapped around the ship's rigging, and though the sharp jerk to her arm came close to yanking it out of its socked, aside from a little pain she had otherwise escaped serious harm.

"Aah..."

Se probably should have said something about being too difficult to digest, or something else equally heroic, but for the moment she was just glad to be out and able to rejoin the fight.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Heir to the Konpaku

His weapon resisted Roukanken---

Since there's no physical material alone that its edge can't cut, that has to mean there's some sort of magic or spiritual energy imbued into that staff!

The earth is under my feet once again, and I shift my stance, twisting my body in the same moment to take aim at his hands. I'm not planning on cutting them, but if I can disarm him then that'll be the end of the fight.

---The other side of the staff is careening right for my head. Intercepting it is no problem, I can deflect it easily with Roukanken, but the impact of the blow---

The world around me blurs again.

"Nnng---!"

I lean forward to catch myself. That was strong enough to nearly knock me off my feet, and he's opened a gap between us again. It's not that I can't close it, but if he summons more of those creatures to get in my way it'll delay the end of the fight again.

He keeps talking about having been dead. But he definitely seems alive again rather then being some sort of revived corpse or other creature, like that jiangshi. Was he some sort of immortal in his original world, and he just didn't know it?

Aside from that---

"If you don't want to get cut in half, then just stop fighting?!"

Isn't that the obvious answer?! Not that I mind taking him down, and I'm not planning on killing him, but he definitely raised his chances of being slashed by fighting in the first place.

Ugh, and that thing forming over his head---

It's nauseating. Just being touched by it could kill someone. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure of that. It's just like all those creatures all over the cemetery, but concentrated into a single mass. It's almost like a seething orb of decay and corruption.

Perhaps it's not just 'almost like'.

He's ready an attack, and if any of those spirits get in the way I don't know if I can reach him in my current state before that.

---But it's fine.

I don't need to reach him to stop him, at least for a moment. If I can disable him from here, that could end it.

I don't need to hit him, or to disarm him. I'll force an opening and stop him from unleashing his attack.

I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs, and slowly shut my eyes.

My body is human. My soul exists both within and without. I'm a half-being, someone between life and death from birth.

Phantoms can perceive and touch those things that don't exist in a physical sense. Feelings. Sound. Line of sight.

It's not as if I can see them all the time. But if I give myself a moment to concentrate---

I can see it.

It forms in my mind as a white strange, extending outwards from his gaze.

Despite being a half-phantom, I don't think I could mount a direct attack on it just like this.

But the blades I wield certainly can. The swords possessed by the Konpaku family don't just cut material things.

Hakurouken leaves its sheath.

He can't aim that mass of corruption, if he can't see.

"Sense-cutting Slash - Sight!"

Hakurouken's edge flashes. Even with my eyes closed, my body dulling the rest of the world around me, I can see the sliver of moonlight that is its edge passing through the darkness, intersecting with the line representing his sight.

Like a thread, it snaps.

I open my eyes.

I don't know how long it lasts. Not really. Cutting a target's senses is usually plenty of time for me to attack, but with the injury inflicted on my spirit---

No.

Grandfather wouldn't want me to think like that.

So I'll reach him.

No matter what, I'll reach him, and stop this now.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze

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The Wandering Cat

---

The trio descended into the darkness.

But when they landed, they were greeted with a surreal, impossible sight.

"My, my," Qing'e commented, placing one hand to her cheek, "Now this is certainly a surprise."

It was sunset.

It shouldn't have been possible for it to be sunset in what had to be the building's basement, but that was what they were faced with.

There were no visible walls. Suddenly, they were outdoors.

Specifically, they were on a street. But nothing like a modern street, nor the ones above them in Nieve. To Sanae, it might remind her of the streets in the human village, only more aggressively flashy.

It was certainly a Japanese street, flanked by angular multi-level buildings and eyecatching tree plantings. For Sanae, if she thought of her history lessons, it might remind her of the Taisho era at the latest. There were brightly-colored banners hanging from the buildings, balconies overlooking the street, and larger trees planted further down the street.

The setting sun stretched the shadows longer, the trees almost looking like hands clawing towards them.

There was no-one else around.

Or rather, no-one else alive.

Ahead of them was a golden glow, a thick and sickly sensation hanging in the air as it approached.

It wasn't just butterflies, though the source of the glow was certainly surrounded by them.

There were figures. Burning, feminine figures, clad in fine kimono. At their head one carried a lamp, nothing more than a blackened skeleton beneath its unharmed clothing. It was followed by two figures no larger then young girls.

But the figure behind them---

Her face was concealed by a paper umbrella, carried by another skeletal maiden behind her. But her elaborate, patterned kimono was far more opulent and far more layered. Unlike the ordinary geta worn by her procession, these were tall with three thick teeth elevating the woman above her skeletal attendants.

"Mmmm."

The paper umbrella moved, and revealed the woman's face.

It could only be described as beautiful, a lady in bloom. The pale makeup and red lipstick made it stand out even more against the crimson fabric and golden flames. Her hair shone, wax and various decorations holding it up in a complex bun.

But the whites of her eyes were instead black. Her irises were yellow and red.

"---Ugh."

The immediate reaction when she laid her eyes upon the three intruders was disgust.

"Worthless. No matter how you flaunt your looks, you're nothing but third-rate whores," she idly commented, flicking a fan open, "But you can rot and burn away for me, regardless."

A smirk crossed her red lips.

A distinct sensation of nausea would already be setting in already, as if affected by the early stages of an illness.

Of the three, Qing'e showed no reaction, and Sanae would feel it most weakly.

But if there was no effort to stop it, there was no telling how quickly it might worse, as a cloud of golden butterflies began to approach once again.

One thing was certain.

The horrible miasma originated from the beautiful, smirking woman.

"Well now, we've found the source of our curse," commented Qing'e, reaching into her cloak, "There's no need to be gentle towards a woman with that attitude."

@FujiwaraPhoenix@DracoLunaris

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The Scarlet Devil

---

Tch.

Even if I'm weakened, can't she tell?

Why would she assign someone like me to something so menial as retrieving some ingredients.

Hmph. I guess it's easy, so it's not like it's all that annoying when it comes to fulfilling the task in the first place. But isn't it disrespectful?

"Fine, let's get this over with."

There's no real need to hide my feelings. Regardless of the disrespect, or anything else, there's simply the obvious fact that this kind of task is banal in the extreme.

If I have to be stuck in another world, can't I at least have something exciting to do?

---That doesn't involve anything like those centipedes.

Some lazy shopkeeper forgetting his correspondence is the sort of task I'd assign to one of the fairy maids. And then they'd forget, and then Sakuya would end up doing it, and so it would turn out I might as well have just asked her to do it anyway.

Still, hardly the sort of thng I should be bothered with, but I guess at the moment---

Well, I'll just have to demonstrate my nobility to this princess in one way or another. And once she gets it, she'll be ready to apologize.

"Come along, let's not waste any more time then we will already."

---Besides, it's for the best we meet up with Lewa again, anyway. Hopefully, that girl is still doing alright. Her blood didn't taste as if she was suffering from any sort of illness.

It's probably an affliction in her mind, more than anything.

But for now, I just want to be done with this.

---

---Is this the right place?

It doesn't look shabby. Frankly, it is the sort of place that looks like I'd probably send Sakuya to pick up supplies from as needed.

But it's dark. Not that it's an issue for me, but I can tell all the candles and lanterns inside have burnt out. It look dusty, through the windows, and there's no-one at the counter. It's a fairly large, free-standing building, so I'm guessing it's also where the shopkeeper lives.

I can't help but be irritated, feeling my fingers curl into fists. He doesn't have the decency to be around?

"Hmph, is everyone intent on wasting my time?"

If he knew someone of my status was here, surely he'd be around.

Then again...

"It looks empty, did he leave without fulfilling standing orders? How rude."

How---

Wait a moment.

It's faint.

But I'm already pushing the door open before I can even realize it.

The scent is very faint, but now it's clear that he probably didn't just abandon his shop.

I look back over my shoulder, towards my companions.

"I can smell blood."

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Drifting Pollen@Rezod92@Lugubrious

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Despite everything, it almost appeared as if they had a lead.

Once she'd realized that it wasn't a Shard of Angroron's doing, Fanilly had felt both thankful and uncertain. They definitely should help, but how? How were they meant to do anything, when what seemed to be the only witness was insane?

And yet, that Moonlit Queen didn't sound as if it was a part of the mad fantasy that the Duke was currently trapped in.

So that's what they had to latch onto.

"The Moonlit Queen doesn't live far away at all!" declared the Duke cheerfully, "Why, she's practically our neighbor! Ah, did you know, she was the one who told me that Lord Rozenalt had returned?! Perhaps I should don my finest helmet, in case he attacks!"

Duke Thedric proceeded to locate a nearby bucket, likely also pilfered from his servants, and place it firmly over his head.

"If you seek an audience with her, you only need to find her home!"

It was... coherent.

As if this was something from a memory. Despite placing a bucket on his head, aside from mentioning the long-dead Lord Rozenalt there was nothing else that pointed towards the Moonlit Queen being some sort of pure fantasy.

If she was a neighbor---

"I think summoning Lady Fiadh may be our best choice," Fanilly said, finding her confidence once more, "If the Moonlit Queen truly is a 'neighbor' to Brennan. Lord Arken, would you be willing to assist Lady Gertrude's summoning?"

The Court Mage seemed somewhat dismayed, now, that he had unintentionally boosted the ego of someone who clearly didn't need it.

"Unfortunately, given this is the closest we've come to having a lead, I can't particularly disagree," Arken responded, answering Sir Fleuri's question at the same time, "I'll provide whatever I can. Including---"

The Court Mage let out a heavy sigh.

"---Sweets. I certainly hope you're good with summoning, Lady Gertrude."

Outside in the hall, the servant, a young man with dark wavy hair, seemed a bit surprised by the coin.

But it was hardly going to stop him from accepting it.

"Rivals? Mmmm..." he considered for a few moments, "None that I've heard of, at least not the type who'd be able to pull this off. He was alone for a bit during that party, though... maybe somethin' happened there?"

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Heir to the Konpaku

---

The enormous green fist splits the ground when it slams down, a tombstone crumbling from the impact.

It has a misshapen, humanlike form, three arms and an eyeless face with a wide, grinning mouth.

My feet alight on its massive fist before it can raise its arm back.

It doesn't have a chance.

I won't let it.

I thrust Roukanken forward and drag it upwards, piercing through the monster's chest and then splitting its upper body in half as it attempts to move, a shower of purple blood spurting into the air and raining down to the earth below, its insides spilling out briefly before fading into nothingness.

---It's disgusting. These things feel absolutely disgusting. Whatever they are, it's something terrible. There's this sickliness to them that I can't describe. As if they're some sort of illness in and of themselves.

My feet leave the creature's body as it falls and fades away, carrying myself upwards and into the air.

There's plenty of other monsters, but now I think I have a clear path---

There!

He's taken out some kind of staff weapon, but I have a clear path right to him! If he's controlling all these creatures, just forcing him to surrender should be the end of it!

I reach down into the very core of my being, spreading my spiritual energy from within my center and outwards, drawing it through my limbs as I sheath Hakurouken on my hip.

"Human Sign---"

The energy throughout my body builds upwards and outwards, surging to its peak---

"---Slash of the Present World!"

By reinforcing my body with spiritual energy, I can mitigate the blowback from the injury to my soul, if only for a brief moment.

But that's all I need to reach that monk.

The entire world is nothing but a blur, the air erupting behind me as I reach the earth and my target in a single instant, raising Roukanken up over my head.

This is my true capability, the speeds I can obtain without worry for tearing myself apart. Even if only for this single moment, despite my situation, I can feel my heart rise merely from regaining what shouldn't have slipped away in the first place.

The colors cease to blur as the world snaps back into focus.

He's there.

My grip tenses as I bring Roukanken down, the silvery blade flashing through the air towards the monk. Even if he tries to defend, unless his staff is magically-reinforced there's no doubt in my mind it'll split in half!

I'll do whatever it takes to force him to back down and call off these sickly monsters!

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze

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The Wandering Cat

---

The drifting butterflies were easily in the thousands in numbers, but the quick efforts of the miko and the witch were able to suppress them. At least, for the moment. Each time they attempted to emerge, now, the mine-like frogs created by Sanae destroyed them. The ones in the air were suppressed, too, by the combination of projectiles thrown ahead.

To put it simply, despite how dire the situation may have seemed it did not appear impossible to cut through and reach whatever was causing the curse to occur in the first place.

"My, I barely had to lift a finger," commented Qing'e, calmly, her hooded head inclining to one side for a moment, "I really did make the right choice."

Despite her previous warning, the woman appeared entirely unconcerned with what was occurring around her even as they advanced.

And yet, with the butterflies currently seeming less effective then desired, whatever was causing the curse seemed to be switching tactics.

The hallway suddenly appeared to stretch, extending forward further and further until its end appeared at least four times as distant as it originally appeared.

"Space distortion?" wondered Qing'e aloud, "It's hard to see through it if it's only an illu-ah."

One by one, the lamps lining the walls started to light.

One by one, they began to fall, shattering as they landed and splashing oil along the floors and walls, the fire swiftly beginning to set the hall alight...

@FujiwaraPhoenix@DracoLunaris

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Nngh, this song---

The moment Robin had set foot on deck, she could feel it. It wasn't a direct attack on her, not really. It didn't hurt. She could still move normally. But something was working its way into her mind, somehow. Enough to make everything seem just that bit more off---

No.

Her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her blade as she smoothly drew it.

Certainly she was going to have to compensate for this twisted song, though it seemed as if it was lightning a little. Ciradyl had joined the fight, and begun to weave a song in a bid to counter it.

Either way---

If she wanted to be a hero, Robin couldn't allow something like this song to hold her back.

Robin took one set forward, raising her spada as she leaned forward.

She'd push her way through it and ensure her blade reached her targets. She'd defend this boat an everyone on it. That traitorous dragoon, the valheimr utilizing their strange jump-packs, all of it wasn't going to be out of the reach of the edge of her blade.

Robin inhaled, deeply, sucking in air and forcing herself to focus. She couldn't completely shut it out even now, but she could push as much of the song's influence into the back of her mind as possible.

Light flowed up the edge of her spada---

Robin moved.

She caught one of the Valheimr as he landed, plunging her blade cleanly through his neck and then stepping back as a bullet whizzed past her. The trail of crimson disappeared in a flash as the lights gleamed brilliantly on her sword's edge. She knew the real Dragoon had just targeted Rudolf, but she was plenty confident he'd evade.

So she'd thin some of their numbers and then go to his assistance as quickly as possible!

Another bullet.

She'd seen where the fake dragoon was aiming, ducked to the side. It was closer then it should have been, though. The song was definitely still afflicting her, even if she was able to fight through it.

Robin lunged forward, her blade flashing only to be met with steel.

He'd managed to block. That wasn't right, either. She should have been faster.

But that didn't matter, she just had to get past him!

Robin stepped back and disengaged, the lights along her spada growing brighter still.

She could break the axe with a solid strike and her light materia. Even if he blocked---

Robin went for a low thrust.

But something somewhat unexpected happened.

Rather then being blocked, or piercing his body, her strike missed by centimeters as the Valheimr twisted his body and prepared to ascend.

But it did catch, and pierce, the pack on his back.

The effects were obvious almost immediately. As the Valheimr attempted to ascend, he instead went careening into the air with a terrifed scream, trailing smoke and flames and nearly crashing into one of his fellows as he hurtled far higher then intended.

And then, with one last scream, he was engulfed in flames as the sound of a violent explosion tore its way through the sea air.

"... Everyone! Go for their packs!" she called. Not only was it a weak spot, but they could probably disrupt their assault like this! And now she could---

"Rudolf?!"

Robin was completely stunned by the sight of her fellow Edrenian catapulting over the edge of the boat.

What happened?!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

All that the Knight-Captain could manage was mute shock, as Sir Fionn directly engaged Duke Thedric in his madness. And indeed, it had to be madness. While it seemed like some kind of parody, almost a theatrical performance, for what reason would a man like the Duke possibly keep this performance up for so long even when investigated by both clergy and magi?

Without a single crack showing?

It didn't make sense.

But what could cause such a childish and incoherent form of madness? It didn't feel like anything natural, but it couldn't be a performance, so what---

"Lady Gertrude? It is magic, then?"

But not the sort used by a priest, nor most magi.

Fanilly let out a heavy sigh. While it wasn't what they were looking for, at the same time they couldn't simply allow the Duke to continue in this witless state. As the Knight-Captain, she couldn't turn away, even if she hadn't the faintest idea of where to begin. She had no deep knowledge of magic, but Gertrude had mentioned that it could be the work of something fey or demonic.

How did they begin looking for such a thing?

She had to help. There was no way she turned away and did nothing. But where did she even start?

"Raisins?!"

The Duke let out a gasp of shock.

"I can't abide such treachery! This must be the work of the King of Ducks!"

He thrust his fist into the air, then pointed forcefully towards Sir Aglan.

"Horse, bring me my knight!"

The Knight sighed heavily.

"In a moment, your grace..."

But then, another voice spoke.

"I couldn't help but overhear. You say it was likely fey, or demonic?"

The source of the voice was a handsome, or perhaps beautiful man with dark purple and black robes and long, straight purple hair.

Fanilly recognized him swiftly as the King's court mage. She heard he'd been sent to attempt to resolve the Duke's situation, but hadn't expected to meet him so quickly.

"I suspected as much, but such things are difficult to determine in these situations," he commented as he approached Gertrude. After a moment he seemed to realize not everyone here had met him before and bowed his head.

"Arken Heartwood, Court Mage to his Highness the King."

He swiftly straightened.

"I must commend your new mage, Knight-Captain, it's not a common skillset that can determine the origins of such subtle and strange magic. But I wonder... did you feel it? There's something missing from him, as well, though I struggle to be certain of what."

Something missing? Fanilly wondered just what that could be. It had to be the reason the Duke had lost his mind.

"Mmm, I should have predicted the King of Ducks' treachery, after what the Moonlit Queen told me during the party!" declared the Duke, "She was an unexpected guest, after all, so it must have been important."

---The Moonlit Queen, during the party?

It could just be the madness speaking, but it seemed like a direct reference to something that actually occurred in reality.

"You said you met a Moonlit Queen, Duke Thedric?" Fanilly found herself asking, stepping forward.

"Of course! I hadn't seen her in many years, but there she was! She spoke of many things, many things indeed!"

It was still tinged with a manic intensity, but at the same time the party had occurred in reality.

Did that mean, possibly---?

"Can you tell us more about the Moonlit Queen?"

This time it was Arken Heartwood who spoke.

A look of confusion crossed Duke Thedric's features.

"Surely you all know of her! But anyway, she was quite pleased I still remembered her after all this time! And after that, she told me all about the Rhombus Company and their evil plot!"

It wasn't just her, was it? Obviously the 'Rhombus Company' was a figment of Duke Thedric's maddened imagination.

But something about the way he spoke of this Moonlit Queen---

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Heir to the Konpaku

---

See them?

I don't understand what this monk means. I was about to ask him what these unpleasant-feeling creatures were. They didn't resemble any disembodied spirits or---

A chill runs up my spine---

---ghosts that I could recognize.

But why wouldn't we be able to see them?

"What do you---"

They're moving.

Roukanken leaves its sheath in my right hand, the sound of steel on wood ringing out through the graveyard. Something shaped like a human twisted into the form of a dog is reaching for me, teeth gnashing.

A single slash across my body, an arc of silver light.

It falls apart in two halves, spurting purple-toned blood.

I don't understand. What's going on?

Fighting just for fighting's sake is one thing, but this isn't danmaku, is it?

These things are some sort of spirit, I think. That's how their presence feels, no matter how distorted it might be.

My left hand flies to my lower back, fingers wrapping around Hakurouken as I draw it smoothly from its sheath.

I don't understand what's happening. I don't know what these creatures are.

But I can cut them, and that's all I need to know.

When danger you can't even understand arises, the only thing you can do is slash through it.

The next one is bigger, looking almost like a muscular, green, warped infant, its fists crashing down towards me---

But it won't hit!

I push off the ground and backwards, swinging Hakurouken up in the same movement and severing one of its arms.

It sails through the air, trailing purple.

I land a meter back, catching myself and raising both of my blades.

There's plenty of these monsters. The monk mentioned dying before. Is he some sort of immortal? He's definitely a kind of magician if he's controlling these things. That one he just summoned is bigger---

Why are they all so ugly?! I'm so glad they're not ghosts!

"Fine, if you want to fight, then I'll kill every one of these monsters!"

I inhale deeply as I spread my feet apart, squaring my legs as my blades catch the light.

This is a lot of opponents. And they're all different, not like those strange cursed black things at the village. But something about them almost feels similar.

Grandfather would have said to shave off their numbers. Cut through as many of the smaller ones as possible in order to make the biggest threat more manageable.

And against an opponent like this, that didn't necessarily mean the largest monster under his command.

If that monk is controlling them, then pinning him down and stopping him is the end goal.

But I'll need to slash my way through these monsters in order to reach him!

The air whips past me, catching my hair and skirt as I move forward.

Something like a centipede rises in my way, and Roukanken slices it apart down the middle.

I'll slash through his monsters, reach him, and end this quickly!

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze

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The Scarlet Devil

---

If my arrival in this world hadn't been so painful and unbecoming, this would be the most irritating thing I experienced so far.

I'm nobility. I have plenty of prestige to my name! Certainly, this is a different world, one that doesn't know my name, one where I don't actually have any sort of rank---

Don't dare mention I don't have any rank in Gensokyo.

Ahem.

Still, they should be able to tell I have plenty of authority! So how can she just ignore my request? She didn't even deign to reply with a denial! That still would be infuriating, but at least it would be an answer!

I can feel heat bubbling up in my chest, the sensation of my irritation surging higher the longer I think about it.

I can't help but feel as if my kindness is being abused, here. I accepted the deal she offered, but now she's ignoring my request?

"Hmph!"

I cross my arms over my chest, making my displeasure evident as I turn away.

"To think, I accepted this offer with no preconditions of my own and you chose not to reply to my request. If I wasn't so generous, I might have reconsidered!"

---Still, it would be foolish to actually step away from the deal we've been given. But I'm not about to hide my annoyance with her refusal to answer me.

I've had to endure far too much shame since arriving here. But assisting them won't just get us money.

It might get me something else I'm desiring as well.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Drifting Pollen@Rezod92

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Heir to the Konpaku

---

I still don't understand what the problem was. But I wasn't about to stay there when all they did was insist on taking Roukanken and Hakurouken.

What kind of person just demanded family heirlooms like that, over some damaged cobblestones?

---Erk.

This... is a graveyard, isn't it? It's not entirely familiar to me, but the differences are probably because it's a different world. It's not that dissimilar from the graveyard in Gensokyo, especially when it comes to atmosphere.

It looks like Fujiwara-san, and that blonde little girl, both made it here too. I suppose we must have followed a similar route from leaving the main street, even though we didn't run into one another until now.

I'm relieved, honestly. It's not as if I can't handle myself, and I don't particularly know Fujiwara-san beyond having fought her before. But I'd rather be around someone familiar here then attempt to find my way around alone.

I can't help but feel that trying to find my way around alone would simply be more frustrating than anything else.

At least there's no---

Nevermind!

One of the figures in the graveyard is familiar, and the other definitely isn't. The former is so familiar that my heart sinks a little.

Miyako Yoshika in and of herself isn't really a problem. She's slow, and has the kind of thought processes you would expect from a corpse. But all she really does is remain in one place. I've never heard of any incidents of her biting anyone, which would be the worst outcome.

The problem is the person that is inevitably here if she is.

A certain someone I'm not very eager to deal with.

"It is," I respond, my shoulders slumping as I can't help but let out a sigh, "There's no mistaking her. Which means her Master is probably somewhere around here, too."

Even in this state, I can beat her if she tries something. I know that much. And I don't think Miyako-san will try anything aside from telling us to leave by herself.

But---

Who is that Buddhist talking to her? I'm not familiar with everyone from Myouren, but he doesn't look like he came from there either. Is he another person from somewhere else?

More then that, though, what are these things lurking around the graveyard? They're not ghosts, thankfully. I don't want to deal with ghosts.

But their presence is sickly. It's as if they're rotten. I'm not a miko or a monk or anything like that, but as a half-phantom it's hard not to notice.

It's like they're as malformed on a spiritual level as they look.

My fingers tense. My right hand drifts a a little closer to Roukanken's hilt, as my phantom half drifts behind me.

But they're not attacking, they're just watching.

Aah, I really don't like that either---!

But they're not ghosts. So I can deal with them. It's fine.

I suck in a deep breath, then exhale. I'll worry about them when I need to.

The Buddhist is asking about Europe? Europe is one of the places in the outside world, isn't it? Aside from knowing a handful of the more recent residents of Gensokyo come from there, that's about all I know about it. But this world definitely looks more like the Scarlet Devil Mansion then anything else.

"I don't think this is Europe," is all I can really say. If it's another world, it probably doesn't have Europe at all, "Though, since I've never been there, I can't be completely sure..."

Maybe this was this world's version of Europe?

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze

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The Wandering Cat

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The butterflies struck by Sanae's ofuda instantly dissipated.

But that only caused more of them to appear. It wasn't just a few, either. The golden butterflies were beginning to fill the hall ahead.

The heavy, oppressive feeling was now so strong that Rayne would almost certainly be able to feel it as well. The walls almost seemed darker, but not because of shadows---

It was as if there was soot clinging to them.

Had it been there moments ago? It didn't seem like it, the building had definitely been fairly clean and there were no signs of recent fires.

"Hmmm. Those butterflies are probably some manifestation of the curse," commented Qing'e without much concern, "In that case---"

She raised her right hand. There was something clutched in it, but it was hard to tell what at first.

But then a shape manifested from it.

It was blue-tinted and hazy, but certainly a human-like shape. It lacked many details, but for a miko like Sanae it would be easy to discern what it was.

It was a human ghost. Or at the very least, a piece of one. It certainly didn't seem to have any sort of intelligence as it seemed to hang there, limply, in the cloaked woman's hand.

As the butterflies approached, Qing'e lazily tossed the spiritual fragment towards the growing swarm.

Almost immediately, the butterflies alighted upon the ghost, and the previously-still, hazy shape suddenly began to squirm.

It was starting to break down almost immediately. Pulled apart, crumbling, and being sucked into the butterflies that had landed on it.

In a matter of seconds, it was already completely gone.

"Mmm, so that's how it is," Qing'e said, still sounding far less concerned then anyone in such a situation should, "Don't allow them to touch you, for even a moment. They'll suck the life out of you. That explains how the victims ended up."

If anything, she sounded almost satisfied. As if she'd been curious all along at how the curse functioned.

Though at the very least, it was unlikely that was the sole reason she was here.

"We'll probably have to go through them to reach the origin of the curse, so---"

It was at that very moment that the golden butterflies began to emerge from the walls around them.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@DracoLunaris

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Red Light District

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"You're right, of course, forgive me," Qing'e replied, inclining her head apologetically, "I'm simply used to poking at interesting things, and the both of you do seem rather interesting."

The hooded woman's gaze returned to the building. Indeed, like most of the higher-class buildings in the district, it seemed quite extravagant, with bright reds and blues adorning it and a rather flashy sign advertising it to be 'The Wandering Cat'.

It couldn't have been abandoned for very long, and yet the building seemed almost totally silent.

Somehow, though, it didn't seem empty.

Certainly there was no-one visible entering or exiting it, nor any sounds of life.

But there was something there.

Something that, to Sanae in particular, would feel like an extraordinarily heavy presence. A pitch-black miasma that could almost be felt tangibly by the arahitogami, almost smelled.

Like something burning.

Whatever was lurking in the abandoned brothel was something that could nearly be felt even by those with no spiritual sense at all.

"I knew you would feel it," Qing'e commented, glancing towards Sanae, and then Rayne as well, "And you might be able to pick up on it soon as well."

Her gaze drifted towards the building's entrance as she approached it.

"Whatever's lurking here is the root of the curse that's been draining away the life of the people who came here. Quite simply, if this goes any further, it may not just be this district in danger. The people who work here don't deserve this suffering, but it might not end with them."

Slowly, she opened the door.

Within was some form of lobby, having been abandoned in a considerable rush. The candles and lamps lighting the building had long since gone out, but Qing'e had a way to rectify the lack of visibility.

Raising her right hand, the hooded woman conjured what appeared to be a spherical blue light, and beckoned the others to follow her.

"The sooner we find the source of the curse, the sooner it can be cleansed."

As the trio entered, it was possible that Sanae or Rayne might glimpse something strange, ahead, in a hall leading deeper into the building.

The fluttering wings of a golden butterfly.

Then another.

And another---

@FujiwaraPhoenix@DracoLunaris

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Heir to the Konpaku

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... But why?

This doesn't make any sense.

It's no worse then clashes I've seen and participated in back in Gensokyo, in the human village. No bystanders were going to be hurt. I understand this is another world. I'm not stupid, and it's not like it's some sort of overly-complicated explanation for our current situation.

It's something as straightforward as just another world existing.

Why is it a problem if we dueled here, as long as no-one else was caught up in it? That match had only approached the more intense bouts in Gensokyo towards the end.

---Unfortunately, with the damage to my phantom half, I'm not sure it could have escalated into the sort of duel I'd wanted to show someone as legendary as Miyamoto Musashi, but I was still going to give it my all.

But now, she's run away, and the town's guards are trying to take away my swords and take me with them.

Roukanken and Hakurouken are family heirlooms. I have absolutely no intention of handing them over. How shameful would it be for a Konpaku to do such a thing?

I wouldn't be able to look Yuyuko-sama in the eye, no matter what she said, if I let myself be disarmed so easily.

"I won't hand over my swords."

I fix my eyes firmly on the one who appears to be their leader, at least judging by how he's done most of the talking.

"If you want to take them from me, you'll have to do it yourselves. I already offered to fix the cobblestones."

That was the only damage our duel caused. I'm a gardener on top of my other duties, so it's precisely the sort of thing I can manage even if it's not exactly the same as laying out a stone path.

If that's not enough for them, then there's nothing more I'm going to offer. Not after they insisted on trying to take Roukanken and Hakurouken.

"Since that's not enough for you, I'm leaving."

I leave the ground, the air whipping past me as I ascend to the top of a nearby building. There's not much reason to deal with them any longer. If they tried to take my swords by force, I'd have to slash them all, and despite what I said to them I'm not particularly interested in even non-lethally harming this town's guards.

Still, I don't get what made them so angry in the first place.

I take another step and gently step off the rooftop on the other side of the building, descending to the street below.

I'll just leave them behind.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze