Pure and Honest

She understood to a certain degree that the box was harmless, but it didn’t stop Ceshmera from wanting to destroy it. She was still a drow, and bright lights were not good for her eyes.

“Important in a tactical sense, but it does nothing on the individual level. You should just know who is an ally. You shouldn’t need to make everything the same. I’m not against colour coordination, but colourless, cheap armor like this says you don’t have the fund to maintain an army for very long.” She sounded almost smart, almost all together for once. “Besides, a person’s clothing, their expression, is their soul. To become a soulless mass, they’ve given up what makes them people. And when you’re not people, you’re just predictable. They’ve given up what could make them them.”

“Ah I see. Citizen of Utopia thinks soldiers of this country are just replaceable tin cans.” She chuckled jotting down her response down in her notepad. “Criticizes local lords, insults their wealth and right to rule.”

   “A scratch pad and fountain pen aren’t things that normal people carry with them. I know I don’t look like the kind of person who utters an unfair share of verbal threats, but I promise they’re all empty, officer. Moreover, you’re supposed to make yourself known when you’re trying to question a suspect.”

@ayayamaru​

@ayayamaru

“A bit out of your element aren’t you?”

Addressing the familiar tengu who seemed to be sneaking around the fields. “Although I suppose someone needs to document what is going on here. Which I’m sure you jumped on the moment you’ve heard about it?”

“Oh my, oh my, it’s the little miss of the big old mansion. Aren’t you missing someone, where did your loyal dog go?” The camera raised and with a blinding flash her picture was snapped. 

“Um... sir.” 

A strained smile now stretched across her features as the quill in her hand continued to move. An interview with one of the city’s wealthiest citizens, it should have been an interesting article but the man... was now rambling for much longer than she expected and she’d gotten almost nothing.

Despite the positively medieval backdrop, unmistakable camera flashes lit up the deserted hill side where only recently a large battle was waged. 

With a deft stroke, she swung the brush slathering the side of the mech with glue before sticking her flier against it. The sheet of paper boldly proclaiming the arrival of a critically acclaimed paper of great popularity. 

Of course, she didn’t expect to see the owner of the machine glaring at her as she turned around. 

Of course, the intrepid reporter was hardly bothered and with a practiced movement, thrust another flier towards her. 

“Ayaya, I see you’ve grown interested in the Bunbunmaru. Don’t worry, the first edition will be out soon. So when it comes out, I’ll be happy to hand deliver it to you.”

Aya Shameimaru | Touhou Project

pure and honest newspaper reporter absolutely shameless and not above creating fake news 

writer, editor and owner of the best selling most popular only newspaper in all of Gensokyo

what? the kakashi spirit news? that’s not a real newspaper.

she’s first to the scene if there’s a scoop, and even when there isn’t... there’s always a scoop