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It’s been obvious for a while, but might as well add confirmation here . I am done with this blog, and while I won’t be deleting or anything, this will be the last post. Thank you, those of you who have made the years of answering asks, trading messages and role-playing so much fun!

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occultresearcher‌ :

“It’s all legal, if that’s what your problem is. And a majority of what I find is donated to museums, I barely cover my running costs.”

That name, so it wasn’t a self-righteous nitwit coming to complain about private digs.

“Sit down, I’ll make some tea and we can discuss what interests you and a suitable finder’s fee.”

The place looks a lot like a regular town house other than the various boxes strewn about and what was probably a ketchup stain on the carpet, on the shelves were a few pictures of Grace but some empty spots where some had obviously been removed.

Well that was easy, Seiga thought, getting inside at least. She stepped in, deciding to hold off on any comments she could make about what really looked like some kind of messy residence, despite the researcher’s claims otherwise.

She briefly scanned the pictures before sitting down straight on the closest seat before speaking, even while the other was across the room making tea.

“I have an interest in your collection, after I heard about some recent acquisitions of yours. I know they don’t always come from conventional digs, but I’m not much for convention myself either. You can tell me if you literally picked up some of them while walking on the street, you know?”

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volatilepaths‌ :

“Yes somewhat…I threw myself away. I didn’t want to eat my food…so now I lay near dormant. Will you eat me dead girl? Knowing I probably do not taste good?” Eloisa didn’t seem to care too much, this girl seemed simple enough in nature after all.

“Hmm...” Yoshika looked down at this poor creature, seemingly thinking as hard as her decayed brain would allow.

Whether or not her next action was a conscious decision or a feral instinct isn’t easy to determine. Without warning, Yoshika proceeded to sink her teeth into the woman’s shoulder, piercing both clothing and skin.

Fortunately, or not, for the other, she only ended up gnawing off a small chunk of flesh. Yoshika then released the grip of her jaw a few seconds later before standing straight again. A subtle clarity could be seen in her eyes now, as if something clicked in her head, if only by accident.

“Not proper... Would be... wasteful... to eat here and now.” Yoshika then shifted gears, gripping the other by the ankles. The undead then proceeded to walk off, dragging her behind. “Maybe... I bury you. For later.”

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kakokaini‌ :

“That’s right! A nice stroll, all the way into the admiral’s office so I may sit in her chair. Of course, I expect you to make it happen.” The abyssal wrapped an arm around Seiga, pulling the blue haired woman closer, placing a cold finger under her chin and brushing towards her. “There’s many things I want you see.”

“I expect when I arrive…the path to be clear…for the admiral to be passed out in her office, drugged or something. Don’t worry..I won’t harm her, but I merely wish to show.” She held Seiga’s chin and stared into her eyes.

“That while she commands on the girls, while you play with your papers and tricks. I own you both, her through you. That is what…our visit will be all about. Understood?”

Seiga stared deeply back into the other’s gaze, trying to gleam Mashell’s intentions but not too hopeful on getting very far. It was asking a lot, and seemingly all as a show of power. Could they really have been all there was to it? 

She already figured abyssals may not act on logic or emotions the same way most humans do, but everyone had some innate desires, and Seiga’ morbid curiosity had her wanting to learn Mashell’s. ...Just as long as she survived this in the end.

“I do understand...” She said, making a show of gulping and afterwards offering a nervous-looking smile. One hand of hers comes up and rests over Mashell’s cold wrist. “I still insist I’m not that special, at least in the way you’re thinking. 

...Why do you have so much interest in the base, though? Is it worry? Curiosity? Boredom?”

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kakokaini‌ :

“Its hard not to mind you too much, you’ve made yourself quite an impacting woman on my daily life.” In truth Ueda couldn’t remember the last day that didn’t end in some chatter with Seiga, it had to have been months now, maybe a little more than a year. Though her arrival wasn’t something that dragged too far behind her taking the reigns of this base.

“Does it now? Don’t be too hasty, you’re in a professional workplace right now.” It was rare to find holes in which to poke Seiga for fun, she was always to aloof in clever in her words, so finding that mockery of letting it all be revealed, in a physical sense, she felt was somewhat of a win.

“Ho hmm? Wanting gratitude or giving it? Why not be bold about it? If a certain admiral if a woman of respect and composure, there’s no better way through her thick armor than to be direct.”

It could be said that Seiga often had her ‘guard' up, with the way she often put on a presence made of tricky and flowery words. And while that was sometimes true, more often it was simply how she carried herself by default most of the time. Still, there weren’t too many people she’s met that she was fine with poking fun at her the way Ueda did.

“Be direct, huh? I'm not surprised that’s your first answer. You know I’ve been told a few times in the past that I can be ‘too’ bold, or too outrageous that standards warrant? I always wondered if you’d ever wish you could... ‘hush’ me, so to speak, on occasion.

Ah, but I’m wandering. On this day, I’m going to go ahead and be direct, like you suggest. Admiral Ueda...” As long as they were ‘at work’, no matter how little work Seiga was actually doing, it felt only fitting to address the admiral in such a formal way still. “...What do you think about dinner? No tests of qualities, no plots to watch others, just... dinner.”

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if Seiga were to come to the human village, what would be her reason?

I have to imagine she’d go there on a somewhat regular basis! It’s the only place other than her fellow hermits’ residence where she could have contact with other people. After all, she probably doesn’t have a lot of youkai friends, if any, that she would visit.As for what she does there, who knows. Her first visits probably involved trying to see if she could find anybody interested in her Taoist arts, or just anybody who could be impressed by them. A part of that was just her own desire for attention, and another was in aiding Miko’s goal in wanting to make a splash in Gensokyo. 

Nowadays, she frequents the shops and establishments like anybody else, despite her apparent reputation as a wicked hermit. Most people don’t entirely know what to make of that title though, there’s still plenty of chances to make any kind of first impressions she might want.

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Merry Christmas, Seiga! She gets a really pretty kimono to wear on New Years, if she wants! Maybe he thinks that it's nice to change her wardrobe once in a while?

“Oh wow. I’ve had suitors who were less generous with gifts.” She says to herself, feeling honestly grateful as she held the clothes up between both hands. 

“I really should do something in return for that boy. What do foxes like though… Small mammals?”

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volatilepaths‌ :

“Of course I speak…I’m not dead…I am a vampire, so my meat is nearly dead…” Not like Eloisa could move, she was entirely a vampire right now with no blood. She was near turning dormant, “Why would you eat me? Are you a zombie?”

“Vampire...?” Yoshika said aloud to herself, not entirely sure of the implications. The other word she heard though, ‘dead’, did make sense to her. “Dead... Like me!”

She then moved beside the woman’s prone form, looking down with eyes filled with a more thoughts running behind them than one might expect. “I eat... anything... not wanted. Were you... thrown away?”

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occultresearcher‌ : 

“Residence isn’t the right word.” the woman answered with a smile, even as she calculated in her mind the possible outcomes of this visit, none of them convenient.

Still hiding her identity wouldn’t serve any purpose.

“Doctor Winters, how do you do?” she extended a hand to shake. “Are you here for my archaeological or physics expertise?”

Was it an office, or perhaps a place of research? Either way, Seiga wasn’t going to fret over that detail. Instead, she gave the woman an unsubtle look up and down before extending her own hand to return the shake.

“My name is Seiga Kaku. I am indeed here regarding your ‘archaeological’ activities. I’ve heard you have been picking up several interesting objects here and there, correct? ...I might have an issue with that.” And it certainly wasn’t because of any ethical hang-ups. “May I come in?”

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kakokaini‌ :

“This world?” Ueda noted the choice of words, though didn’t think anything beyond how curious the choice fit Seiga’s self proclaimed inflated ego. Giving her continued attention instead of merely facing her papers to allow things to drown out. “Rather drawn to certain types aren’t you?”

“So you think I’m worthwhile hmm? You are a strange one as usual, I was expecting you to say something along the lines of, if I let go more often I would be worthwhile. But here I am already fighting your specific gaze. Perhaps I should feel complemented?”

Thinking on the fact that all these reviews did tend to bring up a rather reminiscent mood, Ueda didn’t look too far into Seiga’s own words beyond finding a slight way to prod the woman. “No no, its fine. Never live with regrets, but then what would your live be if you acted without any regrets. I’m curious, take it as a curiosity from someone you think is ‘worthwhile.’” Ueda’s cheek curled as she leaned forward, hands supporting her chin as her elbows rested on the desk.

“Oh, don’t mind me too much. I have a habit of getting somewhat... flowery in the way I speak, mostly when it’s something I feel strongly or passionate about.”

And following that, hearing Ueda looked this way and expressed her own curiosity about Seiga made the adviser-slash-consultant smile brightly out of feeling flattered.

“Ah, your prying gaze makes me want to reveal all. But honestly, I might already be living such a life in the present? I certainly don’t let fears of the future or mistakes in the past slow me down if I can help it. I’m always only thinking of what I want in the present and how to get it.”

Seiga got comfortable in a seat then, leaning slightly forward as she was ever excited to talk about herself to someone interested in listening.

“For example... I’ve been wracking my head on how to make my gratitude known to a certain admiral around here. Any suggestions from you?”

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kakokaini‌ :

“Oh you might not be so reliable, but that’s the fun point. You might just, break and something fun could happen…” Mashell turned her gaze directly onto Seiga as she sat, staring at her, eye to eye without a blink ever coming. 

“I mean…let’s not dilly, you’re not normal. You have some tricks…I’m. .curious…but instead of seeing them myself, I want to see what happens if..per say.. what stops you from acting on your own desires is removed. But that’s for another time..” Mashell raised her hand nearest to Seiga, palm up, waiting for her to grab her hand.

“You’re going to allow me inside the base. For a happy walk around, that’ll end inside the Admiral’s office. Of course, I expect you to drug the Admiral so you and I have the space to ourselves.”

“Any ‘tricks’ I have is simply because I’m an exceptionally dedicated sort.” She comments before continuing to listen to Mashell’s... proposal.

Seiga looks at Mashell’s raised her hand, eyeing it thoughtfully while she spoke up. “You want to take a stroll inside the base?”

She raises her own hand, almost reaching for Mashell’s... but then stopping short as she continues to speak.

“I might be more tempted if you could tell me this really is just for a pleasant walk between the two of us, and not because you want something from the place.”

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@zerodcwn    (x)

Drifting between thought and the quieting lulls of the packed club, it’s no surprise that Syn nearly bumped into the cerulean-haired hermit. Returning from the Land of No Return as she called it, where ruminations over recent jobs and trends and practices chiseled away at her brain, gnawing it like a griffstag tearing through a myxta’s collarbone, she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth to suppress a wheezy gasp. It works, if only barely – a raspy breath wriggles its way out through her teeth, ending in a strangled whistle that’s muffled by the somber tune that the DJ set in motion.

Through the reek of alcohol, various foods, intermingling sweat, she catches the whiff of greenery directly above them. She doesn’t have to raise her eyes to see what it is – the leaf, or perhaps shrub, known to Earthlings as mistletoe. Supposedly poisonous, her mind murmurs, and yet it’s used to hail kisses between two people, often strangers.

The mercenary’s legs shuffle – between the music and the hermit’s measuring gaze, she finds herself in an increasingly awkward position. Moving her aside and avoiding the potential of kissing a complete stranger is one possibility – after all, she has no clue if this woman, with her hair wrapped in a delicate double-haloed bun run through with a hairpin, is human or not. If she is, she’s lucky; the most she’ll siphon from her with the kiss is some energy, and a minuscule amount at that. If she’s not, and she happens to have some kind of ability, then…well…

Syn coughs to clear the tension that’s making itself at home on her brow, and clears her face of any stress lines that might be coming into play. She levels her gaze at the hermit – purple against blue.

“There’s a mistletoe above us,” she says, carefully picking her words, “but I don’t kiss strangers out of the blue…not without due permission. It’s your call whether we conform to,” she maintains a straight face while saying this, suppressing a grimace, “tradition, or if we skit around each other and ignore it. Your call.”

Now whatever did she intend to do for the rest of this outing? Seiga had found the present gathering a pleasant-enough time, but the moment was passing by then. She was on her way to check how late into the night it was so far when she nearly bumped into another woman.

“Oh, sorry.” She said, stopping just half a step short of colliding. After that though, there was a noticeable bit of silence as neither of them thought to say anything else or to move from their current positions.

Her eyes catch a glance of the mistletoe just a moment before it was brought up by the other. Seiga couldn’t help a small smile as she listened, then speaking up afterwards in a lighthearted voice.

“How very considerate. It’s not really a tradition I grew up with, but I don’t know it might be brusque to just brush it off entirely. I want to hear what do you think. Is it much worth adhering to, at least during this gathering?”

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lady-silver-hair‌ : 

Ai drew her staff to her lips, fingers grating against it.

“Alright, I was joking, bottles are where milk belongs! Cardboard, glass, plastic, all valid options!”

She felt the chill on her neck. Although normally prone to the flight response, her body locked up. Mana collected at the tip of her staff, ballooning to a dangerous amount. 

“This was a bad idea, end of the documentary. Come on, let’s get out of here!”

At the same time as Ai was suggesting to leave, Seiga turned off the recording. “Probably a good idea. I don’t think you’ll convince them with your opinions on containers anymore.”

Before either of them could reach the exit they came in through though, a sudden shaking across the floor would occur. It was so intense that a part of the roof’s foundation, just above the exit, would come crumbing down, blocking off the path.

“Oh...!” Seiga stopped in her tracks, genuinely surprised by the quick development of the situation. “...I think we’re in a pickle.”

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“I really don’t think I could live in a cave, Miss Seiga… T-That sounds really unsanitary… But no, I do live in Chireiden, actually… A-And I don’t think I’m a noble, I’m just a normal pet here…”

Accompanying Seiga into his room, his room is quite… simple, actually. There’s the front desk with his sewing supplies, and quite a few wardrobes at the side… It’s really quite the basic interior!

“Still, if I may ask, what made you interested in seeing my room, Miss Seiga? Do you need something?”

“Oh, this is quite the cozy little space.” She wasted no time walking into the middle of the room and glancing all about. Some neatly placed plants, lovely clothes on the wall, a slightly-damp stuffed bear... “If you asked me to picture what your room looked like, this would probably be close to what I’d imagine.”

She turns to Eri with a pondering expression on her face while tapping a finger to her cheek. “There’s no real deeper reason other than wanting to see what kind of place you come home to.”

“And also... I thought it’d help me to get to know you better?” She says as if offering a possible explanation for one of her ever capricious whims. “Do you often invite people down here?”

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volatilepaths‌ :

Quite a shame for the Jiang-shi, Eloisa is hardly meat that’s alive and thanks to her mistress’ influence she’s far more of a vampire today. Albeit an immobile starving one as she refuses to drink any blood. “What are you doing..”

“Uwah.. The meat speaks?!” Yoshika stops in her tracks for all of a second... before continuing to walk forward, carrying the ‘not-quite-a-corpse’ on her back still.

She talks while facing forward. “I am... taking you away. ...Eat you?” She said in an almost confused tone, as if not entirely certain bout what she was going to do quite yet.

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kakokaini‌ :

“You do know, or well you should by now. Know that a lot of what I do is foremost a strong act to rally with. You’ve seen through that several times after all.” Ueda reminded, that she was in fact, not as cold-hearted or cruel as she seemed to be. “You do?”

“Colour me curious, why would you wish to see a future I desire the most. You are an enigmatic one for sure, but even this is rather specific is it not?” Ueda twirled a pen between her fingers, almost looking somewhat shy for once.

But that shy look didn’t last long, focusing on the next question Ueda merely stated her thoughts. “I’m 46 now, turning 47 soon. By the time this ends to that degree, I will no doubt be over 50, perhaps 60. I will be old, I doubt any young guns will take my words as anything more than a veterans prattle. Would teaching truly be something I should do at that age.”

“You can probably tell I have a bit of an... ego that needs sating every now and then, I’ll be the first to admit. But more importantly than that... I believe this world is only interesting when there are remarkable people are willing to shape it to their desires.” And even more interesting when those desires clash, but she’ll hold off mentioning that.

“And I think you’re plenty worthwhile compared to most people. Our ages might have a bit of a... gap, but I can confidently say you could keep doing what you wanted most forever, if you really wished. 

...At least, I think that’s how one should live if they want to make sure they don’t get bogged down with regrets. It probably sounds like I’m just rambling at this point, right? I suppose reviewing everything that’s happened for this annual report has put be in a reflecting kind of mood.”

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kakokaini‌ :

“Ah ah don’t stop. Sit you must, right beside me…. There is no other choice.” The abyssal tapped the spot beside her, she didn’t get up or turn anymore than she needed to. Expecting compliance from Seiga less she have to force the girl to her knees to have a seat.

“That’s good! Intended of course! ….Then again I was hoping to..install a little more than that, like a feeling of doing something to …that pretty admiral of yours just to impress me. …Shame it clearly didn’t work out.” The abyssal would speak regardless of Seiga’s position, looking out onto the water with her legs softly swinging.

“I have a task for you, a good task…. You’ll do it just fine, after all you have no choice but to do it wonderfully..for me..?”

Seiga was reluctant for all of two seconds, before she decided to move next to Mashell. She removed her shoes and sat down, lowering her feet into the water below. It was rather soothing especially after the stress that had been building up.

She turns her head towards the abyssal right next to her with an impassive expression. There was something about the way the other talked that... ensured Seiga wouldn’t forget just what manner of creature she was choosing to sit next to.

Did she come close at any point to harming the admiral, like the abyssal was implying? It was a bit of a scary thought, that the ‘bug’ inside her could have forced her to destroy everything in an instant.

“You shouldn’t raise your expectations so much. I might not be as reliable as you think... But what could I possibly do to please you?”

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