Mokou Quest- actually more like w/e lets derp around

[DNAbc]

>You are Mokou Fujiwara

>A thousand years ago, you stole the gift of immortality from the literal gods themselves, a rash runt back then, you sought to avenge your shamed family, even if it belies an eternity of waiting.

>Yet as furious as you were back then, with the object of your hate literally having vanished without a trace. Your flames of vengeance have died out without its fuel. Purposeless, alone, age brought upon you only indifference, from logetivity one could only infer boredom. You was a feral form in human skin, brutally mutilating any and all youkai you came across to cling upon what shreds of humanity you used to own. A master of fire you are, you lacked the spark of life yourself. Ironic.

>But she brought it back. With an eternity of waiting comes such a fleeting transcendental moment of joy that was unparalleled in its intensity, she brought you back, by giving you a purpose, a challenge, from being beaten to a bloody pulp until you finally plunged your arms deep into her thoracic cavity, ripped out her heart and crushed it for the first time. You reckoned that was the most gratifying moment in your long, long life.

>You arise from ashes again, cutting you short of your recollections.

>it seems to be a beautiful day today, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, on a day like these, what should you be doing?

>...

[Neovereign]

>Playing The Song That Might Play When You Ship Mokou x Kaguya
>

Spoiler:

_{^{On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green, I look around and think about what might have been, and then I hear heated music float around my head, as I recall the many things we left unsaid.
Its on days like these that I remember, fighting to the death all of the time, while your emotions played games with mine.
On days like these I wonder what became of you, maybe today you're fighting with someone new.
I'd like to think you're walking by those bamboo trees, remembering the hate we knew on days like these.
Its on days like these that I remember, fighting to the death all of the time, while your emotions played games with mine.
On days like these I wonder what became of you, maybe today you're fighting with someone new.}}

^{You expected an undertale reference? Too bad, it was Matt Monroe!}
>Check to see if our flames still work.

[DNAbc]

>Playing The Song That Might Play When You Ship Mokou x Kaguya
>

Spoiler:

_{^{On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green, I look around and think about what might have been, and then I hear heated music float around my head, as I recall the many things we left unsaid.
Its on days like these that I remember, fighting to the death all of the time, while your emotions played games with mine.
On days like these I wonder what became of you, maybe today you're fighting with someone new.
I'd like to think you're walking by those bamboo trees, remembering the hate we knew on days like these.
Its on days like these that I remember, fighting to the death all of the time, while your emotions played games with mine.
On days like these I wonder what became of you, maybe today you're fighting with someone new.}}

^{You expected an undertale reference? Too bad, it was Matt Monroe!}
>Check to see if our flames still work.

>Fact: TeruMoko best ship
>

Spoiler:

you remember something unpleasant, something you wish you'd forgotten already

-10 Sanity

>Ah, nothing like the good ol' flamegazing ritual in the morning, always works to get the apathy out of the system.

Still lying down, you pulled out a hand and called upon your powers, setting fire to it. Despite the fact that the form remains entirely pristine in the inferno, your body knows better from the stabbing pain that its constantly peeling away and regenerating before the destruction is visible.  Little do others know, your flames do you as much harm as they do to others, as lacking in innate magic capability yourself due to being human and all, tributing your body as a medium for spellcasting has proven to be most effective.

>That said and all, setting stuff on fire is actually the most basic of all magics, as it merely requires an initial short burst of Mana to vaporize the surface of whatever your targetting to provide the sufficient fuel, then add a tinge of heat and you have a flame. But as every youkai basically have more than enough Mana than humans to shield themselves from this kind of direct influence, using yourself as fuel is basically the best because you get to vaporize it in any way you want unopposed to give it flexbility, and once it gets going, no amount of magic will save them from being incinerated to death.

>Funnily enough though, you initially thought you would eventually get 'used' to the pain and be able to dish out more hurt. However, that never happened, and a recent trip to the youkai bookstore revealed there's something in humans called 'nerves' that sense pain, and intense stimulations will kill these 'nerves' and remove the sensation of pain altogether. But since you regenrate everything from the ground up, it kind of explains how you would still pass out if you try to make fires too often.

>Feeling much more awake now, you cut off the flames, what would you do now?

[Nefer007]

Make a really big bonfire. Let our immortal smoke reach to the moon!