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| Ohno Sakuya and Koakuma Have Switched Bodies!!! |
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| Tengukami:
This is a lot of fun. Please continue. |
| Hello Purvis:
(Thank you, Ammy! Anyways, standard dyslexia warnings/pleadings apply) Sakuya did her best not to grumble as she stalked out of the library, her folded uniform tucked under her arm. Everything was a mess now. There was no way that Koakuma hadn't wrought some kind of merry hell upon the household. She should have been able to stop it, but time wouldn't stop for her anymore as it should. That was bad; most household disasters could be elegantly headed off at the pass with a moment of stepping out of time and then a polite yet stern lecture. But not this. This couldn't be stopped anymore, just contained. The thought of the coming lecture from Remilia was enough to make her blood run cold. Walking into the main hall, she carefully approached the stairs. As she reached out for the banister, her right wing flared out and whacked against it lightly. Sakuya suppressed an annoyed growl and carefully tried to bend the wing back into place by contracting her back muscles, achieving only some degree of success. At least those ones made some sense, she had yet to figure out how to make the other wings behave. It felt like some kind of neck motion, but there was something else to it, too. Perhaps the way one's jaw was set? She had no idea, so she just tried not to move her head too quickly. The headwings seemed content to stand straight up for the time being. As she descended the stairs and stepped out onto the ground floor, Sakuya scanned the doors, looking for an open one and a hint of where to go next. But there was no such luck; Sakuya wondered if she was premature in chiding the faerie maids about making sure to close the doors while they were working in a room. As she considered a gallery across the hall as a place to start, a door off to the side opened. Sakuya turned to face the sound, headwings flaring out, hoping for a quick resolution to this mess. "Koa-koa, I need a story!" came the voice of Flandre as she ambled out of a playroom, a stuffed rabbit dangling from her right arm. Sakuya's impassive expression was the product of many years of carefully cultivated professionalism. "I am sorry, Young Mistress, but I am afraid I don't quite have time t-OW!" Flandre broke out into giggles as Sakuya reached up to pry her headwings from her eyes again. "Do it again!" Flandre said. "I would prefer not to, if it's all the same to you, Young Mistress," Sakuya said as she folded the errant wings against the side of her head, only to have them unfold again. "And I am on an important mission right now, so I am also afraid I don't time to read you a story." Hopefully that would be enough... "No no, it's too early to read me a story!" Flandre said with a frown. "I need a story so I can read it! Keeny said so!" Oh thank heaven the tutor wasn't here today. That's the last thing she needed to deal with. "Ah, and Miss Keine said this needed to be done today?" "Yes, Koa-koa!" said Flandre, rolling her eyes and planting her free hand on her hip. "Today! I have to read a story every day!" It took Sakuya all her years of practice not to frown or bury her face in her hands. Mistress had made it very clear in the past, unless the mansion was on fire or under attack the Young Mistress' needs outstripped everything else. And as much as she wanted to say otherwise, Koakuma wasn't a real attack, nor had she started any fires. Probably. And it certainly wasn't a good idea to leave Flandre to browse unattended in the library, some of those books were dangerous. "Very well, Young Mistress, I shall-Ow!" The young vampire broke out into more giggles. As Sakuya cleared her vision once again, she saw that Flandre had already climbed several of the stairs and looked down at her. "You're talking funny today, did Patch-patch make you have to do that?" "Yes," Sakuya said, as she moved to follow the Young Mistress. It wasn't untrue, when considered in the proper light. And it was certainly easier than explaining everything. They climbed the stairs and returned to the library. Sakuya looked around, and saw no sign of Patchouli where she had left her, or anyplace else for that matter. Years of careful training were put to use once again. "What book would you like, Young Mistress?" she said. "Oh, I dunno," says Flandre, "Find me a good one!" "Mm, very well," says Sakuya, as she ventured down one of the rows of shelves. Her eyes roved over the shelves and the spines, and were continually disappointed. Most of them were not in languages she could read, and the few she could did not indicate anything suitable for pleasure reading; at least anything that contained words like Hydrodynamic or Alkalite did not sound especially pleasurable. The library had never been a part of her duties, as it was left entirely up to Patchouli. She never understood Patchouli's insistence that good magic required some dustiness, but she didn't feel the need to insist upon it with the Mistress, however much the library's sloppiness offended her senses. Nor were the shelves marked in any recognizable way; Patchouli had claimed that the books were moved often enough to make shelf labels useless. Minutes passed by as they wandered between the shelves. Sakuya scanned the titles, encountering languages and writing systems that she had never seen before. The shelves were sectioned off by aisles that lead toward the presently-demolished center of the library, and at least the books within any given section appeared to have the same general topics. This gave her some relief. It wasn't as though she didn't like to read, but rather time seldom permitted her to do so! Typically, Sakuya only looked into books that the Mistress recommended, which Mistress typically had on-hand and spared her this exercise. It was a small favor that Flandre didn't seem to notice she was lost, and cheerfully read out titles like "Corpus Aristotelicum" and "On the Nature and Philosophy of Astrological Observations of Darkest Cathay". Eventually, Sakuya came to a section where the books were largely in proper Japanese, and bore titles that sounded like books someone would actually want to read. At least Genji Monogatari and Kazashi no Himegimi sounded like books that could potentially be interesting. She scanned the shelves, looking for something appropriate for the Young Mistress, while Flandre took to browsing through the opposite shelf. After a moment, Flandre grabbed a book and opened it. "Koa-koa?" she says a moment later, "How come this book said the clocks are striking thirteen? Is that a special thing they do in April?" Sakuya looked over. "I presume it is magi-OW!" Flandre giggled as Sakuya's headwings spread out once more, leaving her to wonder if she had any bruises yet. "This book sounds neat!" Flandre said, as she tucked it along side her rabbit and began to march out the library. "Thank you, Koa-koa!" "You're welcome," said Sakuya, as she followed Flandre out. The two of them returned to the main hall, and Sakuya escorted Flandre back to the basement stairs. "Dinner may be a little late," she said as she opened the door. "Oh," said Flandre, "Well that's fine." Then she paused and screwed up her face. "Wait a minute! How'd you know? Were you sneaking into the kitchen again? You know Kuya hates that!" "Ah," Sakuya said, as the mystery of the missing cream puffs fell into place. This was then added to the tally that Koakuma had already run up. "Let's keep this our secret, shall we?" "It's our secret!" Flandre said, and skipped down the stairs. Sakuya closed the door behind her, and breathed a sigh of relief. Moments later, a door above opened, marked by a half dozen screaming voices. Sakuya looked upward to see a group of maids dashing into the hall, wailing and screaming and waving feather dusters around like swords. They reached another door further down the mezzanine, leading to a gallery filled with western sculptures, threw open the door, and charged inside. Then the door was gently closed by someone that she couldn't see from this angle, just as she showed them a few days ago. Sakuya finally indulged herself in burying her face in her hands. **** Remilia hummed a section of The Magic Flute as she contemplated the canvas before her. The trees were nearly perfect, the light reflected from their leaves just as she could see in her mind's eye. She smiled, and amused herself by following the end of the section with the beginning of the previous one. Brush in hand, she considered where to go next. Then she smiled and turned her eye to a blank section, exchanging her brush for a wider one, stained red, and then set it to canvas. |
| Tengukami:
--- Quote from: Purvijiri on December 16, 2013, 09:04:00 PM ---Koa-koa?" she says a moment later, "How come this books said the clocks are striking thirteen? Is that a special thing they do in April?" --- End quote --- Ahahaha yes! The really neat thing is how Sakuya seems to be considering what life is like being Koakuma, and starting to get a broader view of the daily goings-ons in the mansion - while Koakuma seems more or less solely interested in wreaking havoc. Also, you should watch your tenses. |
| Hello Purvis:
(Tenses are my bane. I write in present typically, but for this I want a more standard past tense. Anyways, dyslexic et al...) Plonky, discordant notes filled the air. Koakuma swayed back and forth, hammering on the keys of the grand piano and wriggling her bare bottom on the seat. An open violin case sat on the bench near her, its contents lazily replaced and the bow balanced on top of it. A trombone leaned against the nearby wall, a french horn set in one of the seats. A viola laid on the couch, a tuba sat on its side on the floor nearby. A biwa laid face down on an end table. Several flutes, recorders, and clarinets had been scattered across the floor. Koakuma sang out a few notes, at best roughly in tune with the increasingly chaotic and tone deaf melody she played. Outside in the hall, she heard faerie maids dashing around, squawking and panicking and occasionally colliding with the walls or each other. After a few moments, she stopped and stared down at the piano keys. "This is boring!" She stood up and contemplated shutting the cover, then decided not to bother. Peeking around into the hall, Koakuma counted a dozen faeries running around, several more huddled in the corner, three potted plants that had been knocked over, and one tapestry laid in a sad heap. After a moment, she smoothly crossed the hall and slipped behind one of the remaining tapestries. The noises did not change, she felt no one had noticed her enough to care as preoccupied as they were. She leaned back against the wall, allowing them some time to forget what they had seen. It was a curious sensation, having no wings between the wall and her back. Maybe there would be time to lay down for a nap, later? That had to feel different. Something light brushed across her feet, drawing Koakuma's attention. She glanced down and noted a dry mop prodding at her feet. "This isn't supposed to be like this," came the voice of the mop-holder, somewhere around the vicinity of Koakuma's hips. "Hey," Koakuma said. "I'm just a sculpture." "Nu-uh!" the voice said, prodding again. "Sculptures don't make words!" "Well, uh, you see..." said Koakuma, frowning for a moment before her expression gave way to a smile. "You know how good art is supposed to speak to your soul? That's what's happening now!" "Feet aren't art, though!" insisted the voice. "Why not?" said Koakuma. "Faces are art, and hands are art? Why not feet? Because, I have to be art, or I wouldn't be able to speak into your soul." "Oh, when you say it like that..." "Exactly!" said Koakuma, "Now, while I'm talking into your soul and all, what're you guys doing, screaming and running around and stuff?" "Didn't you hear?!" the voice said, "Everything's fell apart! The gods are gone and the barrier's fallen, and and and..." "Sounds like it's time for you get a piece of the pie, huh?" "There's pie?!" the voice exclaimed. She practically heard the faerie's face light up. "It's an expression," said Koakuma. "That's fine by me, where can I get some pie?" Koakuma paused for a moment. "Mmmm. I can tell you the second step," she said after a moment. "But I dunno..." "Oh please, you gotta tell!" said the faerie. "Okay, okay," said Koakuma. "The second thing you gotta do is, you know that one gallery on the first floor? The one with all the paintings?" "Yeah, we clean it all the time!" "Well," said Koakuma, taking on a slightly lower tone. "the second thing you got to do is take it over! Now that everything's all screwed up, it's up to you guys to keep it up!" "Whoa!" "And you gotta protect it! You can't let the other maids get in, they're all crazy! Gather up all your friends! Hurry! Go!" "You got it!" cried the faerie, followed by a flurry of footsteps. Koakuma waited for a moment, then slipped out from behind that tapestry and moved to one neighboring it. Moving on to the next tapestry after that, she made her way toward the end of the hall, where several faeries sat huddled together. She didn't expect the faerie she had inspired to remember the instructions she had given, but that was alright. As long as they did something interesting. Upon reaching the last tapestry at the end of the hall, she peeked around the edge of it. Five faerie maids huddled in the corner, looking around every so often and talking among themselves. Koakuma was familiar with this, Sakuya taught them to do this when they didn't know how to properly carry out their instructions. "Hey," she called out, making sure most of her face was still obscured. "Hey, you guys!" Five faeries looked over toward her. "Who're you?" saids one. Koakuma brought a hand out from behind the tapestry and pointed down the hall. "Those guys found some pie! Go get some before they eat it all!" Two of the maids immediately leapt to their feet and started down the hall, one crying "Pie!" at the top of her lungs. Two others quickly stood and joined them, leaving the last to watch for a moment, before hesitantly getting up to follow, huffing and puffing to keep up. Koakuma peered out more fully as the five faeries ran toward a group of previously scattered faeries being addressed by a faerie waving around a mop and talking too fast to follow. It took one cry of "Give us some pie too!" for things to deteriorate. Koakuma slipped around the edge of the tapestry to watch the ensuing brawl for a few minutes, then slipped down the stairs once the melee dissolved into several angry chases. |
| Blue:
...Well, I found more. --- Quote from: Purvijiri on December 15, 2013, 09:42:27 PM ---Koakuma pranced down the stairs from the library, savoring the cool air on her borrowed skin. It was a little odd not to have the familiar weight of wings behind her, and the chest was a little lighter than usual, but the legs more than made of up for it. Her palms hit the cold marble floor with a loud smack, and pain raced up her arms to her shoulders, followed by the same in her knees. That'd just be Sakuya's probably when this is all over. "Let go, stupid faerie!" Koakuma shouted, tugging a few more times, before nearly losing her balance and stumbling back. This did nothing and the ache redoubled, nearly knocking the breath out of her. Was this one of those one of those heart attack things? The pain grew worse, and a sort of strained gurgle escaped from her throat as she staggered. "Oh no!" cried the taller one, while the one of the sweepers' jaws fell. The tall faerie gave off an squeak in reply. Koakuma crossed her arms and grinned confidently. The other two faeries screamed high-pitched screams, as the previously gape-jawed *subject required* turned and launched herself into the air, flying as fast as her crescent-shaped wings could carry her toward the door at the far end of the room. Instead they stepped over her, threw open the door and dashed out into the hall, shrieking at the top of their lungs. The last faerie climbed to her knees, squirmed out the door and screamed, "The end is nigh! All is lost!" A chorus of shrieks echoed from down the hall. --- End quote --- --- Quote from: Purvijiri on December 16, 2013, 09:04:00 PM ---There's was no way that Koakuma hadn't wrought some kind of merry hell upon the household. That was the only one I found in that post \o/ --- End quote --- --- Quote from: Purvijiri on December 17, 2013, 08:47:27 PM ---"Why not?" said Koakuma. "Exactly!" said Koakuma. "Now, while I'm talking into your soul and all, what're you guys doing, screaming and running around and stuff?" "Didn't you hear?!" the voice said. "Everything's fallen apart! The gods are gone and the barrier's fallen, and and and..." "Well," said Koakuma, taking on a slightly lower tone, "the second thing you got to do is take it over! Now that everything's all screwed up, it's up to you guys to keep it up!" As long as they were did something. Five faeries looked over toward her. "Who're you?" saids one. Two others quickly stood and joined them, leaving the last to watch for a moment before hesitantly getting up to follow, huffing and puffing to keep up. --- End quote --- |
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