>>165203 “Reimu!” Your voice isn’t particularly noticeable amidst the screaming guards and townsfolk. “Muenzuka! I’ll wait near the forest!”
You float in the air, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement by the shrine maiden, but she doesn’t waste a second on you.
Events are, if you had to guess, actually settling down. The fact of the matter is, none of the guards are eager to fight with Reimu. A few brave souls are standing their ground, growling menacingly at perceived threats, but most everybody else is making a break for it.
Reimu looks completely recovered. She’s spinning in place above the street, snapping out yin-yang orbs as soon as they materialize out of thin air. The projectiles careen around the street, bouncing off the ground and walls. The red and white orbs annihilate any panic-fired bolts midflight before smashing into any person dumb enough to have a weapon drawn. Riot police are incomparable to Reimu’s power.
You fly up and away, leaving Reimu to her work. You could probably wait there for her, but you don’t want to chance getting bludgeoned by a yin-yang orb. Besides, you imagine flying around while carrying a body bag is a bit too suspicious.
Maybe the village residents don’t know what a body bag is? Even if they don’t, you attract enough attention with your all-black ensemble.
You land just outside the Forest of Magic, on the road leading to Muenzuka. Setting your cargo down on the ground, you open up the body bag to check that you have an actual corpse instead of a dummy.
Yup. One good look at that exploded chest is all you need.
You hope Reimu heard you. You’d hate to be sitting around for her when you could be working. You’d also hate for her to hunt you down in vengeance.
So you’ll just sit here and wait.
…
Oh, there she is. You spot the shrine maiden speeding along to where you are, not five minutes after you left the village.
“Finished already?” You ask as the brunette touches down next to you.
“Mhm.”
“You didn’t get in trouble for that stunt, did you?” Laying waste to a dozen of the village’s guards couldn’t be good for that reputation she values.
“No. Kotohime’s father arrived.”
“The batty police officer’s dad? What does he- Oh, right, Captain of the Guard.”
“Mhm.”
“He trusts you that much?”
“Heard the gunshot.” Well, that sort of explains things. With everybody lugging around swords and bows, you imagine that gunshots are few and far between. That kind of anomaly probably gives Reimu all the excuse she needs to suppress the area.
The two of you walk on the path through the Forest of Magic. Unlike the tense and weary air that Byakuren maintained while you passed through, Reimu shows no such concern. Far from alert, the shrine maiden’s step slowly disintegrates, turning into a kind of shamble as the adrenaline wears off and her tired state takes over.
“You okay Reimu? Need me to carry you?” Yikes, that’s a killer glare.
Suitably chastised, you walk on in silence, keeping a careful eye on the young shrine maiden in case something changes. The stagger in her walk is worrying, but she maintains a straight course.
The two of you make it out of the forest, and then down the Road of Reconsideration, without further incident. With a couple of hours of sunlight left, the two of you amble into Muenzuka.
Right away, you spy some of the jiang-shi ambling about. The blonde boyish one, Dio, and three others are sitting on top of a few gravestones, chatting or resting or whatever the undead do to pass the time.
“Yo, Dio!” You walk up to the group and set the body bag down, stretching a bit.
“Welcome back, Master.” The blonde returns your greeting, floating to his feet. Yeah, if he plans on sticking around, you’ll need to work on him, too. He has all the same problems Yoshika had, to one degree or another. You can’t imagine that stiffness of movement or rotting flesh is particularly comfortable.
You glance surreptitiously at Reimu to try and catch her reaction to Dio’s greeting. Fortunately for you, it seems as if she could care less that you’ve gained another zombie follower. Reimu sits down with her back to a tombstone almost immediately, nonchalantly looking around the cemetery.
“Did anything happen while I was gone?” you ask.
“Not particularly. One bear youkai thought we would make a good snack. He wasn’t a very good meal.”
“I see.” You look a bit more closely at the resting zombies. Yeah, you think you see some fresh blood. “Have any of your friends had any thoughts about their lives?”
“Yes, but not many. I believe Shilverase wishes to remain with us, and you.”
“Okay, sure. This Shilverase is, uh…” Eeny, meeny, miny…
“Shall I bring her to you?”
“No, that’s okay, we’ll wait. I have a ritual to work on first.” Picking up the body bag again, you make your way towards the edge of the cemetery. Oh, wait, zombies, your other one. “Can you do something for me Dio?”
“Yes?”
“Do you mind fetching Yoshika? She should be at Mokou’s shack out in the bamboo forest.”
“Not a problem.” The blonde zombie nods to you and flies off, one of his fellow jiang-shi taking off after him.
They’re rather diligent in following orders, aren’t they?
With all of that taken care of, you begin preparation work to breach the realm of the dead and bring back a murdered man’s spirit kicking and screaming to the world of the living. You don’t particularly like meddling with the afterlife, but in this case it’s a necessity. Besides, you throw them back when you’re finished.
Man, you hate ritual work. It’s interesting to learn about, sure, but nobody ever talks about the excruciatingly boringness of the preparation. Measure out those concentric circles perfectly, triple-check the straightness of those chalk lines, tilt the bit of bone one more degree so it aligns perfectly with the sun, then re-do it when you realize the ritual will take longer than you thought, and on and on.
“What is this?” You blink and look up. Reimu is standing on the lip of the hole you’re digging, staring down at you.
“Digging a hole.”
“Why?”
“To put the body in.”
Reimu tilts her head.
“So I can bury the poor sap’s corpse in a few seconds by shoving all the dirt on top of it if I have to.”
Reimu blinks.
Comprehensive explanations are a drag. “The act of burying a corpse can be useful for all sorts of things. In this case, if his spirit turns out to be unreasonably angry and unreasonably strong, burying his body in the ground should give his spirit a shock that would give me the time I need to send him back to whence he came.”
It was a trick you picked up. The other lesson you learned, along with this one, was that summoning a necromancer’s spirit is a big no go unless you have a contingent of holy crusaders on hand to deal with all the tricks stored up after death. Which you did. You miss having overwhelming power backing you up.
The soft tap of feet landing on dirt surprises you. “Reimu, you can’t help me dig this hole.”
“Can too.” The shrine maiden raises a hand, a soft red glow emanating onto the dirt around you.
“Hold right there! That wasn’t a challenge. I’m sure you can dig a hole faster than I can. But you should be using this opportunity to take a break and rest.” You pause and think about how well that argument worked the last time. “Besides, this is delicate work. To ensure success, I need to be the only one working on all the components.”
“Hmph.” Thankfully, the brunette slowly ascends out of the hole and goes back to sitting against a gravestone, watching you with drooping eyes.
When you finish outlining the second containment circle with rabbit bones you glance back over at Reimu.
Still sitting there, still watching you.
How fun is it to watch you dig holes or place objects on the ground? Well, maybe she finds it interesting. Or maybe she’s gathering information. You wouldn’t put it past her to be learning all she can about your work.
She still looks beat, though. How can she remain attentive when she’s close to half-asleep?
“Catch,” you shout at the shrine maiden. She does so, although your energy bar comes dangerously close to smacking her nose. The flask of water you lob is intercepted much sooner.
The shrine maiden looks down at the two items in her hands before looking back at you, one eyebrow slightly raised.
“Food and drinks,” you explain, “you keep your energy up, since you’re obviously not planning on sleeping. You should worry about your health more.”
Reimu blinks at you a few times before looking away. “Hey, are you blush- Whoa!” You snatch the energy bar out of the air and toss it back at Reimu. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I still expect you to eat it.”
You watch as the shrine maiden carefully inspects your modern snack, as if it’s a ticking time bomb primed to explode.
Hopefully she doesn’t try to eat the wrapper. You would tell her that, but you’d rather not damage her pride again. Instead, you go back to the next task on your list: killing all of the grass within the ritual’s construction.
Magic sucks.
Your magic sucks, to be more specific. If you had more natural ability, you wouldn’t need to rely on these overly specific rituals. It would be so nice to just chant a name three times and call up a spirit from anywhere in the world.
“Master~!” You sidestep Yoshika’s flying tackle hug and give her a little push, sending her sprawling to the ground, just offset from the line you’re digging in the dirt. “Mean~”
You smile at the zombie girl. “I’m glad you’re back, Yoshika. Please don’t touch any of the work I’ve done.”
“Wah, sorry~” Suddenly hyper aware of the designs at her feet, Yoshika floats up and over to where Reimu is sitting. The zombie girl kneels next to the shrine maiden and strikes up a rather one-sided conversation.
You give Dio a quick nod of thanks before returning to your preparation.
Hard at work, eh? Done snooping?
Yup. I’d say you handled things well enough, everything considered. Thoughts on anything specific?
Not particularly. You seem to have your head about you. I would comment on a few things… But?
But I’m not too sure myself. You’d appreciate any insight your sister can offer.
Byakuren has problems. Well, that was blunt. You thought the two of them got along just fine when they were parading about inside your mind.
Oh, we do. I still like her a lot, too. But I would report her for inappropriate touching in a heartbeat. Inappropriate touching? Is your sister a kindergartener? It’s not like your sister called out the other women you’ve been with who-
Stop trying to deflect. You know what I mean, and I know you know what I mean. I saw what you were thinking. Is that so? Ah, you understand what’s happening here.
What? A bit of jealousy, you suspect. Byakuren is such a kind, supportive older sister. Your sister must be feeling pressured by the competition that-
You’re insufferable, you little idiot. Have you even thought about what you’re going to say when you go meet her tomorrow? …You hadn’t even decided on meeting her tomorrow.
Yeah, well, that’s what you’re doing unless you have a good reason not to. Whatever is going on with her, letting it sit for too long is not going to end well. You appreciate the wise words from beyond the grave.
Of course you do. Now, watch out for that candle you’re lighting or you’ll burn yourself. You work and work until everything is perfect. “Whew. Just on time.” You step back from the ritual site and glance at the sky, the sun already fading to orange. This is why people have apprentices. Sending hours of your life preparing one ritual is ridiculous.
You could have half-assed it to save time. You could’ve, but that’d be stupid. You’d rather have a double-containment circle with built-in energy deflection and dissipation, capable of putting a halt to anybody trying to tag along for the ride. The anti-scrying wards and miscellaneous other little tidbits you put in are important pieces of security that you would never leave out. The extra time spent makes it worth it.
“Ready?” Reimu asks.
Glancing around, you find you have an audience. Reimu is standing and not wobbling much. Yoshika is standing right there to support her. Dio is nearby, and the rest of the dozen jiang-shi are also shuffling around in eyesight. You even spy a few mice watching you from the shadows.
“Pretty much.” You take a swig of water and step into a circle of chalk. It’s a dedicated command circle – the ritual you set-up can only be managed by someone standing inside of it.
You take one last look at the sky, satisfied with the change in time. Nightfall but a few minutes away gives you the perfect window you need.
Raising your voice to a suitably dramatic level, you gather your magic into your hands and send it into the designs on the ground. “Soul of the lost, I recall thee! Spirit freshly arisen, I summon thee! Come!”
You smile in satisfaction as you feel the ritual grind to life, all the small components abuzz with magic. One that can see magical energy would notice the dark green glow permeating the ritual zone.
Then you step out of the circle and lie down on the ground.
Reimu’s face looms over you after a second. “That’s it?”
“Well, yeah. Now we wait for the dead guy’s spirit to show up.”
The shrine maiden looks thoroughly unimpressed with your methodology. You suppose compared to her active usage of the border, your own spell craft looks a bit lame. “What do you expect me to do? Send my mind down to the underworld and actively search through every human that has ever died?”
There are rituals like that, to be precise. But you prefer the more automated ones if they’re available; you aren’t good enough to make a manual search effective. Besides, you took hours to set the damn thing up, it better work on its own.
Yet, you barely have any time to relax before the signal candle to lit blows out. “So soon?” You expected the search for the dead man’s spirit to take an hour, at least. With the amount of humans that die every second, your man should not be found that easily. Is there something different about Gensokyo? Or did you simply choose your location correctly?
Either way, you jump back into the command circle. Now the fun begins.
It’s easiest to liken the final stage of the ritual to fishing. After hooking the spirit, you just have to drag it back to where you are.
Right away, you feel the snags. The ritual you set up provides most of the manpower, drawing on ambient magical energy to reel in the spirit. Your job is to manage the line, making sure it doesn’t snap in the process. Not snapping from the pull of the spirit or from that crazy guy with the knife. You also need to make sure the falling rocks don’t crash into your boat and that the water doesn’t freeze over. Put up an umbrella so the rain doesn’t sink you and-
Enough of the terrible analogy. Focus. Right.
Despite your best effort, you can feel the spirit slipping from you. If you had to cite a reason, you’d blame someone on the other side is trying to keep the dead man where he should be. In a battle between wills, you just don’t have enough. Your ritual can’t be strengthened, and your added touch isn’t good enough. Something is sinking their claws deeper and deeper into the spirit you want, leaving you with nothing to pull. If this keeps up, you won’t-
A hand touches your shoulder. What-
The weight disappears. Just like that, you have complete control over the spirit. In less than a second, you haul it into existence.
In the center of your ritual, magical energy coalesces into a form visible to the naked eye. It’s a white smudge in the air, gleaming from the fading light of the sun. Although a formless blob of magical energy, the dead man’s soul should begin to adjust to it naturally. Sight, hearing, and even a bodied form comes with time as the magic is shaped into a body more suitable to the spirit.
You glance behind you and find Reimu standing right there, her hand on your shoulder. “What did you do?”
“Helped.” She’s grinning triumphantly, as if acutely aware how you wouldn’t have made it on your own.
You understand that Reimu, some way or another, shut out all the influences over the spirit other than your own. How? You’re not even going to try to guess. You don’t even understand this nonsense about border control, let alone whatever else Reimu can do.
Whatever. On with the show. “Spirit! Speak!”
Your voice rings with the power of compulsion. It cuts through the confusion the spirit faces, shoving aside the tangle of emotions and allowing the spirit to think clearly. Your command gives the formless blob something to focus on, speeding along the development of basic senses.
A male voice grows louder and more audible. “…cares about all this damned nonsense. It’s all worthless. I might as well head back over to the den and talk with the keep. Maybe he’ll give me a discount or something.”
“Hey!” You release the magic from your voice, hoping that his spirit is well enough to communicate normally. “Who are you?”
“A guy who really needs a damned drink. This village is full of itself, thinking a man doesn’t need a drink to kick off his day,” the spirit answers, although he’s talking more to himself than you.
This is going to be annoying, but you need to get it over with. “You know you’re dead, right?”
“Eh? What kind of cheap scam is this? I’m not…dead? Hey, where’s the village? Where am I? Wait, what the hell? Where’s my hands? Not just my hands, my legs or my body or…” You lean back and sigh, waiting for the spirit to come to terms.
You aren’t entirely sure what causes the dead to think they are still alive. Expectations, perhaps? Maybe routine, or the shock of being returned to the world. Flaws in personality? You figure whoever is on the other side should sort this out with them, but you never see any evidence of it. The point is, newly formed spirits generally don’t think of themselves as dead. When you tell them, they might just accept it.
Or not. They usually don’t. They’ll generally react like this guy is. “I’m not dead! What kind of sick practical joke is this? It’s all just bad drugs, damn it! I knew I should have gotten the better stuff! I’m not, I’m fine, it’s just a trip, I’ll wake up at some joint and be-”
“You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead. You’re a bodiless spirit floating in my containment circle,” you yawn.
“No way…I…am, aren’t I?”
Well, that was relatively painless. No insanity, no rage-filled magic, and no unnecessary work on your part. He’s accepting it without a problem. A civilized conversation is just on the horizon.
The sun has gone down by this point, but the moon is bright and giving you plenty of light to see with. Now you just need to ask-
“Hurry up you lot! I don’t have time to waste here!”
“We’re paying you!”
Unfamiliar voices. You spin in place, looking for the source.
There, above you and to the left. On the edge of Muenzuka opposite from where you’re working floats four people. They’re all dressed differently and are different sized, but it’s unimportant compared to what they hold in their hands.
Scythes.
Fuck.
Hey, snap out of it. “Hah, not nearly enough for when Eiki slams me for skipping out on my work. This is a huge favor, you hear?”
“Fine, fine, whatever. Let’s finish this up quickly. I’m tired of this cursed case we shouldn’t even be working.” You watch as the group splits apart. The redhead in the blue vest remains floating in the air, while the other three shoot towards different parts of the cemetery.
What are they-
The little white-haired reaper raises her scythe and swings it during her charge. She passes right by one of the jiang-shi, the edge of the scythe dragged straight through the jiang-shi’s chest. It passes through without effort, but leaves behind no physical damage.
Yet, you watch as the jiang-shi falls to the ground, body completely powerless. With your mage sight, you see the slight curl of magic rise from the useless corpse, which the reaper promptly grabs and stuffs into its dress pocket.
One clean swipe severed the jiang-shi’s soul from its body.
Mr. Necromancer, hey! Three jiang-shi fall to the first strikes, but the others seem to quickly wizen up. Yet, any retaliation is useless – the one jiang-shi that grabs the read-haired reaper dressed in a billowing black cloak is rewarded with a punch to the face and a ravaging scythe swing. They dodge as best as they are able, leaning away from the strikes of the reapers and staying on the move.
Wake up you idiot! You see Dio and Yoshika fly off immediately. They gang up on the pink-haired one, harassing it as it tries to reap their fellows. You hear the reaper screech. “You annoying- Ow, that hurt!”
Yoshika attacks furiously. With the maneuverability you granted her, she is more than capable of tangling with the reaper. She bends and twists out of the path of the scythe, clawing at the reaper whenever possible. She goes for a few bites, but sticking her neck out is a dangerous gamble that doesn’t help. This ridiculous turn of events is-
Bro! W-What?
Do something! R-Right…
[ ] Down and dirty
-[ ] White and little
-[ ] Red and black
-[ ] Pink and loud
-[ ] Red and not actually doing anything
[ ] Down and out
-[ ] Yellow brick road
-[ ] Little house on the cemetery
-[ ] Enchanted forest
[ ] <Write-in>
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