#hakureigame

"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.

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.

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

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?

[[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.

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.

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.