EZMode !iIyIHD.1G6 2008/12/13 (Sat) 17:35 No. 12380 [x] Go with it, it's their job.
You don't want to cause a scene, so you decide to simply accept the situation and follow along. As you approach, the other men encircle you, and maintain their position as you're lead through the market, people all around stopping to watch the strange man in armour lead away. It's a little embarrassing, but you really can't do anything about it. You're not going to start trouble over someone doing what you imagine to be their job when you reason you really do look suspicious, considering you're in armour and carrying a weapon when no one else is, let alone the fact you don't speak their language.
It's a short trip to a sizable building, with barred windows. It's odd that despite the obviously foreign style of the people, the buildings you've seen so far have a bizarre mix of foreign design and design you're more familiar with, which causes you quite a bit of curiosity. You're lead inside, into several more men who go silent as you enter. The leading man says something to a few others, and you recognize the word 'Engrish' among the otherwise incomprehensible language, and one of them walks over to a barred door and unlocks it. You're then lead to the door, where a man stops you and pats the weapon at his side, nodding to you. It takes you a few moments to understand that he's probably suggesting you hand over your weapon. It would only be reasonable after all. You take a few seconds to remove your sword from your waist, and hand it over to the man, who then nods to you and gestures into the room. You enter without a hassle and the door closes and locks behind you. It doesn't seem to be a typical jail cell, more something to simply hold someone for a few hours or so, unless all cells in this... wherever you are are as large as this one. You remove your shield as well and set it against a wall, sitting on a bench next to it and simply biding your time.
In less than an hour, by your reckoning, a man appears at the doorway accompanied by the jailor, it would seem. Unlike the jailor however, this man doesn't look like he's one of the locals. The man adjust his glasses slightly before speaking.
"I was told you speak English?" the man asks, and you feel a wave of relief overcome you.
"Yes, yes I do," you reply, standing up from the bench and taking a few steps forward.
"Ah, good then. I'm sorry that you had to be detained like this, please don't hold it against us," the man continues apologetically. You hold up your hands.
"It's okay, I understand. I probably look pretty suspicious to a lot of people around here, so I don't have a problem with it. It's my duty to uphold law and order after all," you say. The man looks a little relieved.
"So, you're a... well, law man as well?" he asks.
"Not necessarily, not in the same way a guardsman would be. Rather, I bring good law to the people of the landsand uphold justice where there is none and deliver judgment where the courts won't go," you state, proudly declaring your cause.
"Oh, a... paladin was it? Sounds like something from one of those games..." the man says, sounding a mix of confused and amused. "In any case, you were just being held until I could get here. I'm one of the police of this village, though I don't see much work. I'm more useful dealing with foreign language prisoners, which we admittedly don't get a lot of."
"Foreign language," you repeat. "So, 'English' isn't the common language here?"
"No, that would be Japanese that most people speak here," he replies. That's not a language you've ever heard of, but that's why you don't understand a word of it. In the meantime, the man says a few things to the jailor in what you assume to be 'Japanese', and the jailor unlocks the door and pulls it open. "Well, I've vouched for your case. Since you were co-operative and don't seem to be intent on causing trouble you're free to leave, but I'll be accompanying you for a while."
"Understood then," you say, heading back to collect your shield and starting towards the door. Once you exit the cell, it's once again closed, and another man approaches carrying your sword. Instead of handing it to you though, he hands it to the man that had been speaking to you.
"I'll carry this for now though," he says. You nod in agreement once more, then the man turns away and heads towards the door to the outside. "Come along now."
You are taken back outside, and the man heads off down the street, with you following.
"I'm going to take you to the English quarter," the man says. "You should have an easy enough time there, at least until you decide what you want to do."
"What I want to do?" you ask, not aware there was a choice for you to make.
"Well, I imagine you probably don't want to stay here," he says, looking around. "Not that there's anything wrong with-" then he says something you don't understand.
"What was that?"
"What?" Then he repeats the word. 'Ghensewkeyoh?'
"Yeah," you say, though you're pretty sure you're getting an idea of what it is by now.
"Gensokyo is where you are right now. It's... well, a world within a world?"
"Is it some kind of plane?" you ask. The man doesn't seem to understand you now.
"Plane? Oh! You mean like, Material Plane, Ethereal Plane. Like that?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, I don't really know actually," the man says, stopping to think for a moment. "It's kind of hard to explain. It's enclosed in a magical barrier that removes it from the outside world."
"Why would that be?" you ask.
"Well, the outside world doesn't believe in everything that exists here anymore. Magic doesn't have a place in the modern world, so Gensokyo was created a long time ago to try to preserve a small amount of it I guess. That's why so many unusual things exist here still, like magic, actually, as well as all the various magical and supernatural creatures and beings you'd imagine." Your mind wanders back to that girl you killed in the forest. With the perspective of this world being filled with magical creatures, you understand now why she was so strong, but still don't understand what she was.
"Magical creatures?" you say. "Monsters?"
"I guess," the man says with a short laugh. "Though now a days some of the youkai have really calmed down. Quite a few are starting to prefer living like a human as well, so calling them all monsters wouldn't be right."
"Yokai?" you echo, feeling a bit bothered by the number of questions you have, but it's only natural you reason. You haven't had much luck finding people to talk to since you've arrived, and you haven't had a lot of explanations for what you've been dealing with.
"Yeah, uh... There's a lot to explain there. Basically, they're magical or spiritual beings. Some can fill a specific purpose, or have a particular role to fill, or represent some kind of special animal. In legend, they can be scary looking or outright frightening, but in reality is seems that most of them are rather pretty ordinary looking, so they can be hard to tell apart from a human. At least, unless you find one eating a human..."