#hakureigame

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Reimu snuck up behind the bird, avoiding that little tuuln sense with her trusty flight ability, transparent as she closed in, then returning to reality just as she jumped him from behind, covering his mouth with one hand and running the other along his left wing. Oh dear, seems she was in a mood. "Bed, dear. Now."

"ACFFFLEE!" That’s a startled ack, as heard through a hand. Fortunately, before the instinctual reflex (flailing wildly to escape) could kick in, the wing stroking triggered the more sedate reaction (melting into the contact happily).

He turned his head to regard the miko with a hungry gaze, and made no attempt to remove her hand. Eyebrows waggling, the Tengu uses the free opportunity to scoop Reimu up, and made his way to the bedroom they shared in no great hurry.

A sweaty while later, Daichi hummed happily to himself and tried to figure out whether they played Exterminate the Youkai or Bad Tengu Catches the Miko more often.

[volothetengu]

Confession is good for the soul. (Closed with hakurei-game)

It was time once more, as a burden of some sort weighed down on Volo.

A long while it sat there weighing her down, and when low enough she always had the tendency of closing herself off. Old habits can die hard, no matter how old or small they are it seems.

This time though, Volo just needed some time to herself. Sanae understood of course, and wished the best of luck.

She floated around for a bit, minding her own business and kicking some trees as she mumbled, almost expecting the trees to answer.

Time went on, as did kicks and sore feet before finding herself at the Yuutamo-Hakurei household. She saw this as a break of some sort and a chance to rest her aching foot, so she sat down on the front steps in a grumpy heap.

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Alright, let's commence. Prior to starting, I want to apologize if any of these have already been answered Ok, here we gooooooooo. (#1) Daichi, could we know why you bestowed your child with her current name? Does it have a deeper meaning, or did it just sound good enough?

Gosalyn let out one long and aggravated honk, but ultimately allowed the fourth Barrier to be breached… Again.

"Ah, luk ba, Honored Kiddo! Haven’t seen you in a while." Blind jokes; will they ever get old? "Mika’s name was Reimu’s decision… I suggested Thundergrasper and Skullcrusher, but I got vetoed." He harumphed and crossed his arms. "No one would cause Incidents when Skullcrusher Hakurei was around, I promise you that."

[maskedfoxsecrets]

OOC: Okay so some plans here

I'll be writing for Yoroko all this week, and I'm thinking of actually starting the one event that I should've done weeks ago: The confrontation of Yoroko Kisetsu after she nearly killed Daichi.

If I remember, Reimu, Yuuka, and two others who I can't remember off the bat were wanting to join in on this? If that's the case, I'm wondering whether I should create a scenario where I make an individual thread for each person, or if I could make a sort of group thread where everyone posts with a posting order?

What do you think?

By the way, anyone else who wants to join in getting revenge for Daichi's unfortunate situation feel free to reply and claim a spot. I'm all in for whatever you want.

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How different would Daichi be if he never met Reimu?

[[Probably not all that different, to be honest… Reimu is succeeding in bringing the bird down to earth, as it were, but that’s an ongoing process that will probably continue throughout her lifetime. Eirin’s helping with that as well, but without the Red White’s more direct teaching style, he’d probably brush off the Lunarian’s wisdom.

Of course, that’s all in the present… If we expand the question for the next eighty years or so, and take away Reimu’s influence, we get a very different picture… Mostly because Daichi would almost definitely be deader than Yoshika, and probably not even that intact.

I’m not sure if it’s showing through in the writing or not, but he is taking steps to take better care of himself since having a family. He’s taking fewer unnecessary chances, not taunting those more powerful than he is, and generally trying not to be a sociopathic asshole… It’s a slow process.

Oh, and he wouldn’t be called Daichi either! Way back when, it was Reimu that gave him his name, so he’d either still be nameless or have picked out a stupid name like Lightning von Journalistmaster or something.]]

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whens the wedding anniversery?

The Tengu didn’t hesitate at all. “The afternoon of August 26th. That’s when Reimu made me a very happy Karasu.” Naturally, Daichi’s grin went from warm to lecherous in the snap of a finger. “That night was great too.”

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"Daichi, you know those hunches I get?" she asked, not waiting for an answer. "Both of me felt something big, and I'm telling you this now. If you feel anything ominous, run." She stressed that last word quite a bit. "You aren't fit enough for combat or witty lines, so just get back here as fast as you can, okay?"

What’s the phrase… You know the one, when something is foreboding and obviously really bad news? Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue fingers!

Oh! Right! I remember!

Gulp.

The Tengu swallowed the lump of anxiety building up in his throat. He wanted to tell his wife that he would find some way to be of use, or protest that he wouldn’t get in the way… But he knew that neither of those statements were true. Daichi numbly nodded before finding his voice, “bey-rem, Reimu. At the first sign of problems, I’ll bolt straight for home, grab Mika, and head to the Tenma’s office.” He grinned weakly. “Safest place on the Mountain, right?”

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All Your Sins Come Home to Roost... Except for Jealousy! She Moved Out a Few Months Ago.

You ever have one of those really hard apologies to deliver? I mean, "sorry Honey, I might have accidentally poisoned the cat," is pretty bad, and "gee, babe, I feel awful about publishing those nude photos of you in my newspaper... I had no idea you'd be so upset!" is a terror to consider... But, "sorry I went off without telling you, almost got myself killed and eaten, leaving our daughter without a father and you a widow, and didn't really have an immediate way of contacting you while I was seeking treatment from someone who might have simply decided to let me die for past transgressions... Oh, and I'm blind now, and that may, or may not, actually heal any time soon," has to garner some sort of award. It certainly was the heaviest Daichi had ever considered delivering, and he was finding it rather difficult to think up the right words as he stood outside ITP late on the sixth night since his fight with Yoroko.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door as quietly as he could, and moved into office. Gosalyn raised her head from the cushion by his desk upon seeing her master, quacked once, and then settled back to sleep. The reporter sighed, and would have rolled his eyes as he walked past if he still had eyes to roll. Stupid empty eye sockets taking away such a valuable expression... Oh well. At least the bandages keep it from looking unsightly, so that was something.

The stairs seemed unwilling to not creak at his every step, so the Karasu simply floated his way up to the bedroom door, which was much more accommodating in its whispered rasp of wood and paper. Once inside that room though, with the soothing sounds of his wife and child's sleepy breathing, Daichi felt his nerves give out. The few meters between himself and Reimu seemed to grow into miles as he walked them, and he still couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, he shucked his outer clothing, revealing the extensive bandaging over his abdomen, and leaned down to run a hand through the woman's hair. "... Reimu? I... I'm home, lovely. I'm sorry... I lost a fight."