Chapter 1:
A Typical Day in Gensokyo, Not so Much for Riften
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"Patchouli, You must go outside to the garden," Was what was told to Patchouli. "A red gate will cause much discomfort for the residents of the house."
Patchi, being the couch potato she is, did not want to check it out herself. Instead, she had an idea on how to take care of the pest in the mansion. Gathering five grimoires, she started towards the exit from Voile. Sure enough, the black-white showed up.
"There you are!" the black-white piped, "How are you doing, da ze? I've found the books I want."
"Good," Spoke Patchouli, in a monotone voice. She almost seemed to smile, except that she wanted the black-white to take the bait.
"I'll be seeing you around, ze." Patchi was somewhat sure she'd take the bait by now.
"I know where there are some other nice books."
"Ooh!" 70% chance of working, "Can you show me, da ze?"
"They are out in the garden."
"Are they waterproof?" 85% chance of success, "I'd love to borrow them if they are."
"Uh, yes." Patchi studdered. She was unsure whether the black-white would notice, but she told her where they were, or rather, where she remembered a big, towering, spiked ring in the garden that seemed to radiate scarlet mist.
"I'll be back in a jiffy, da ze?" the black-white proclaimed, "Thanks again!"
With a sigh of relief, Patchi cracked the very smile she hid. This would be her test to see if the dream was correct.
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As Aranea began walking towards the nesrest horse station, she began to wonder about the black light that had appeared again in Tamriel. The Deadra released were nothing seen before. In fact, to most people, they would indeed take on the appearance of a normal Nord or Breton. However, these ones seemed to be a bigger threat due to their unnatural attacks.
'I just hope that nothing bad comes from that light,' was the maiden's thought before being attacked by a pair of lowly bandits. With a flick of her wrist, she sent them sprawling with her Chain Lightning. 'The last black light seen released those wierd Deadra called youkai. If it happens again...'
The maiden recalled a memory from her past when she was saved by a little girl with seemingly powerful Shouts and magic. The last Deadra that attacked called herself a youkai of darkness, but was easily hammered by this young Thu'Am-sayer and her companions, which were a pair of atronachs.
'That girl,' thought the maiden, 'I wonder if she is still around. I could use her powers to fulfill Azura's vision.' With this thought, she made it to her first stop, the Nightgate Inn. There, she met one of the students of the college, a little Sylvan girl with fair blue skin and rich ruby eyes. This student didn't wear a college robe, but a strange suit of layered armor.
"Uh, hi," the girl stammered, "I'm Brelyna. Do you need something?"
"Actually, I could indeed use your assistance, sera," were the words said from the maiden before she befriended a Blade, and started a well-respected relationship with her troup.
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'Oi, that sure is a huge portal,' Thought Marisa as she gazed upon the giant red ring. She didn't know it, but she was about to make a serious mistake. As she neared closer, several big figures clad in black walked out of the ring's center. Each had a demeanor that meant anyone in their way was in trouble. Knowing this, Marisa attacked these men and defeated them easily, until a red-skinned man in spiked armou and four arms walked through the ring.
"It seems I have a worthy adversary for once," bellowed the man, "Tell me, what is your name mortal?"
"The name's Kirisame Marisa, the Ordinary Magician!"
"A magician, hmm. You must be quite skilled to use such magicka power."
"Are ya just gonna stand ther or what, ze?"
"Hmm? What is a ze?" Marisa was stunned by this man's remark, which seemed a jab at her intellect for some awkward reason.
"Can't you tell what a dialect is?" exclaimed Marisa, clearly showing the fire in her topaz eyes. "You should be ashamed of that 9-ball intelligence, da ze!"
"Have at me, Ordinary Magician." bellowed the man, his lower canines making his remark seems ominous in nature. "You shall be destroyed by me! Mehrunes Dagon! Prince of Destruction and lord of the Deadlands!" He immediately lifted his lower-right arm to strike, which was armed with a set of sinister claws, and attacked Marisa. She dodged easily, and managed to release a salvo of magic missiles into Mehrunes Dagon.
"Take this!" Exclaimed the demon, and prepared for an all out attack on Marisa.
"Sigil: Deadland Blast!"
Marisa was suddenly attacked by several salvos of fire and lava, but gracefully dodged each attack. She wasn't unscathed, however, as some of the bolts of lava struck her clothing and her broom.
"Try this!" shouted Marisa, as she drew her octagonal tablet, "MASTER SPARK!" She then released an inhuman-sized laser at Mehrunes Dagon, effectively ending the fight. She wanted to find the books, but looked back and realized that the demon was huddled next to a blackened tree, holding his side with three of his four arms. Against her better judgement, Marisa walked up to Mehrunes and stretched out her hand.
"Let me help you back up, da ze?" spoke Marisa, in her calming yet perky voice.
"What?" inquired Mehrunes, puzzled by her act of compassion, "You would reach out to a Deadra like me, after defeating my prescence?"
"Hey, it's not like you're in Kansas anymore. We at Gensokyo believe that everyone can be an ally, good or bad. Hell, I can't stand Sanae's antics, but she can get the job done. Besides, you look like you need help, da ze?"
"I shall be fine, Ordinary Magician Marisa Kirisame. I am a Deadric prince, I shall not have problems with mortal issues like wounds."
"You're not Reimu, so don't go around thinking you're untouchable. Even a goddess can get hurt."
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I'd like to see how this went for you guys. I'd love to see some advice on who to add into the story, from either end. So far, we have Azura, Mehrunes, Aranea, and Brelyna on the Tamriel end, and Marisa and Patchi Knowledge for Gensokyo.
Just tell me who you want to see in later chapters in the reviews and I'll do the best I can to write them in.
Thanks for reading.
Deuces!
