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[kickingastral]

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You thought Modu was the most technological advanced place you’ve visited and then you set foot here. So many sights and sounds overwhelm your senses but nothing ensnares you more than this modern marvel known as a Vendor’s Machination. You flip the coin in your hand, trying to figure out how to actually use this. 

“Soon Mr. Boss coffee man, once I figure out this contraption your caffeinated nectar will be mine and then I will unstoppable this evening.” 

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[lacedwithcharm]

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☱ : for anyone else, discovering a resident of her homeland might have been a boon. instead, yukari feels nothing but an undercurrent of dread upon meeting once again with a satori - the same young woman she had met the previous time, at that. it hadn’t gone entirely unwell, as far as interactions went, but the looming possibility of having her mind read was what made her uneasy.

alas, there really wasn’t much use in attempting to avoid someone who’d already seen you, was there? yukari smiles and offers a wave, nothing on the surface betraying any possible inner turmoil that might have been stirring up.

‘so we meet again! what a shame it has to be here, hm? still enjoying your time above ground, miss satori?‘

[miracleworks]

He couldn’t help but hold some measure of concern, that terror gripping his chest as he hid from the others. That masked version of himself, the tall one - it had to be himself some giant version of himself, so he had a double after all, and why wouldn’t he, for he had met Lacie’s double as well - was nowhere to be found. And, if he were to be frank, there were very few people he felt he could trust here.

And he couldn’t find Meteion anywhere - not his Meteion, nor her supposed double. And he prayed that she had found her own double, who must simply be the same sweet girl he had raised.

The black ooze was coming further and further down the street, and he was struggling to find a way up. And yet he clung desperately to the weapon in his hands - should he fight, was he supposed to?

Seeing the short girl with the purple hair, he walked up to her - “It’s dangerous to be around here, ah-” Hands started to claw their way up from the ooze.

“And I do hate to ask- but do you know your way around this part of the island? We should get to higher ground...”

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[ibaaraa]

A loud “Sis!” echoes through the relatively quiet surroundings as Koishi rushes towards what seems to be her sister, Satori. With the messy violet hair and recognizable Third Eye, there was no mistaking it to her! In an attempt to surprise her with a hug ( though－ it was more like a tackle ) from behind, she takes a big leap into the air...!

...Only to stumble and fall flat in her face mere millimeters away. Well, she tried. She seems to be fine, at the very least, as she looks up and utters a simple:

“Oops.”

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[elitexfourxlucian]

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Deciding to ignore the ever approaching mist, Sara took the path less travelled. As she did, she took note of the various flora and fauna, most of which was unfamiliar, yet interesting. Eventually she spotted a familiar glimmer of red, which turned out to be a dendrobilum.

“...how odd,” she said, kneeling down to pluck the flower from its spot next to a bush. “How did this get here? They are only native to Inazuma.”

[moonlitfighterrika]

It’s been practically a month now for Rika and Renamon. They’ve resided in this condominium unit for all that time but admittedly, the pair were barely present within it. They were commonly in and out. The pair loved exploring the city and the teenager enjoyed the atmosphere that nightly strolls had. Thus, an exhausted Rika, too tired to travel all the way back to the Archimedes Ward condos every night, adopted Renamon’s habit of sleeping up in trees or cozy, shady areas despite the objections of said fox. Rika was too stubborn and Renamon was too obedient. So, the only times they returned were every few days later when the redhead needed to freshen up with a shower and an actual rest in a real bed. Though during these times, she’s never crossed paths or paid any attention to the others that were assigned to reside in this space with her.

But, it seems that today was when that would finally change. The difference being that it was a lot more difficult to sneak in and out when you were lugging a bike back inside with you. It was much louder and slowed things down. The very tired teen enters and jostles the bike against the wall by the door then trudges over to the bathroom for that shower.

Renamon, knowing this routine states, “I will procure you some food and drink for when you return.” before going into the kitchen.

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[avalata]

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( ☀ ) ─ The Great Library of Xalphina, the signs had pointed out, and the building in all its splendour lived up to its name quite brilliantly. But the books inside didn't wuite measure up, each one slipped from its place only to be hastily returned as Gelebor found only illegible text and rotten pages. Unfortunate, that answers to this sprawling City couldn't be found in the one place more welcoming than any other so far.

He plucks a flower from one of the hanging garden stems, and twirls it absently between his fingers, watching the fairies dance amidst the fountain and blessed sunlight out of reach of the dusty, old bookshelves. Empty and devoid of other life, barring one; a young lady, with a heart-like eye dancing around her form. She looked serene amidst the flecks of dust twinkling in the light rays, and it pained him dearly to even think of disturbing her moment of peace. Though with not another soul in sight...

"Do you know where I can find books that are legible?" He asked, approaching the kindly lady and gesturing to the bookshelves with the flower, still in hand. "This place is beautiful, but the rotten books haven't seen the blessed light in so long. It's tragic to see them in such a state."

[hiddenstar]

     This was an unusual one to see here of all places.

Okina wasn’t acquainted with every youkai in Gensokyo, of course— let alone every youkai in the underground for that matter. But, from the fireworks festival that the Outsider had come up with, she got to see a good few of those forlorn individuals indeed.

And this one was certainly no minor youkai. Given her place amongst the underworld dwellers, it was all the more interesting to see her selected to be brought here.

Dealing with mind readers was so troubling, however.

“For speaking plainly is the only easy way to communicate with a satori,” Okina would exclaim, finishing her thought aloud. “And what fun is there in that?”

     The god laughs, not caring for an answer as she would immediately continue— flashing the youkai a brilliant smile as she got the other’s proper attention.

“Hello there, emissary of the hated. Out hunting for humans at this time of night, or are you simply enjoying the evening air? Heh heh heh.”

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