08-23-2017, 04:02 AM
The three companions made way to their desired destination, now that they’ve all decided that the earthy drink was their prime objective. The directions were useful, if held back by the non standard layout of the asian styled city, but after taking the path down from the dragon fountain opposite from the manmade waterfall they found it. Built slightly on a hill, the print of the building did not do it justice. The tea house itself was not much longer than the Hakurei shrine, but it would have been an insult to compare the complex to the shrine maiden’s shack back in Gensokyo.
The tea house itself was as ideal as many any others strived to be. A square building with the sliding doors open to show through, revealing an immaculately made and breathing taking scenery. Between the two greenhouses that bordered the raised, a garden rested as a scene of nature faithfully recreated in the heart of this eastern city with a stone path woven inward to allow visitors to stroll through and admire every element of it. A cherry tree was positioned at the end, which behind it was a large building with a steam pipe from the top. Concluding that was the hot spring, the eternal red mist smile continued to widen even to the point that her vampiric fangs were in full view
Remilia was pleased. She gave a grateful pat on Sakuya’s back, and the perfect and elegant maid smiled in kind at doing a job well done. With master and servant happy, they walked closer to the front door while the half phantom gardener followed behind, slightly offput by the two’s odd relationship.
At the bottom of the step leading into the tea house, a bench was occupied by seven men and ladies of different stripes. Four, two wore lavish kimonos and yukata as befit of those higher class of the eastern village, while three others wore what are more appropriate as lords and dames of the medieval world outside of the town’s walls. This endlessly amused the small vampire, as she could see these petty nobles stabbing each other in the back (metaphorically, but literally was not out of the realm of possibility), yet here they were sitting side by side together.
But as they saw this, the three Gensokyoian finally connected the dots: there was already a large group of people, and if the position was any indication this was something planned far in advance.
“I’m sorry, mistress.” The chief maid sighed in disappointment as she realized her failure and bowed her head in shame “It seems we’ll just have to come later.”
“No. I want tea now” Remilia proclaimed, a serious tinge in her voice as her desire came so close and her determination showed neither retreat nor acceptance on her face. Youmu was nonplussed to see that fierce a look, see it as completely inappropriate considering the lack of stakes to the situation. but Sakuya knew that the young vampire was not about to be deterred “I will merely have to convince the host that we deserve to be here as anyone else”
“I see. Then we will have the honor to see your natural charisma in action, Remilia.” Sakuya responds “I’m sure you will succeed, milady, and I’ll be waiting here with your handkercheif when you’re done”
The face of fiery spirit turned to something darker as the vampire looked to her servant, a fake smile on her face with a small twitch of annoyance at her brow.
“I could leave you outside, if you think that would improve negotiations” Remilia answered after a very long and silent pause.
“Oh, but I would enjoy accompanying you, Remi. And someone would need to be there to ensure you’re properly fed and maintain your manners” Sakuya answer with her own less-than-honest smile.
“Such a noble sentiment, maybe you should ask if they’re hiring a maid and work full time here”
“My duties are to you and you alone, Mistress, and I believe you would miss me and my cooking”
“No no, I insist, I’m sure your vacation would do wonders for both of us”
Youmu watched the two as they passed barely civil comments to each other and shook her head at their banter. Yes, a very odd relationship.
But Remilia’s eyes darted back to the tea house as something caught her eye. It was not the two silhouettes that moved in front of the paper doors, although they did rest in that direction. It was a thread of fate that led to them and an opportunity she wanted.
“Youmu,” Remilia surprised the white haired swordsman by actually referring to her by name, “could you please stand a few feet further away from me?” She kindly requested, much to the eyebrow raise to her two companions
“Why?” Youmu asked in kind, confused by the vampire’s suddenly polite tone yet rude demand. When the instructions were not followed, the Scarlet Devil groaned loudly in frustration and pushed gardener away instead of repeating herself. To her fortunate, as in the next instant the paper door exploded outwards, snapped in half and set loose from its rail, as screaming man flipped his way through the air, corkscrewing where Youmu had stood a second ago, and landed in a cloud of dirt behind them.
“Devil [Remilia Stretch]” Remilia said aloud, just barely above conversation level, and the card disappeared under a glow of red energy. Both servant girls were caught off guard by this a stepped away from the following spell card.
The man was Mitoto Shukara, a well-to-do bandit who had found that his success in his line of work resulted a more open to his business, a little extra money on top enough to encourage those to look the other way when it came to his reputation and those who wouldn’t could still be persuaded the old fashion way. However, the woman at this tea house had refused to service him when he held up the bag of coin that were not his, and when he attempted the other way he found himself back in the streets ass over head. Although he could have crawled away from his defeat and gone somewhere else, he decided he was not about to be humiliated and certainly by some tea serving girl. And where was the red glowing coming from?
“No one treats me that way!” he shouted at the hostess looking down at him from the porch. He drew his wakizashi and prepared to charge “No one treats Mi-”
Any further word that would come from the boarish man’s mouth only came out as projectile spittle as the magic powered fist of Ramilia Scarlet plowed into his stomach. The dirt road around them kicking up a cloud as the shockwave blew by, the bandit lifted up off the ground from the blow that shattered his body. Once his feet touched ground again as the vampire pulled her hand away the man doubled over and planted face first road underneath him, drooling as his body told him it would be best to curl up and cry.
“I believe a spot just opened up, Sakuya” Remilia said aloud and walked towards the hostess with her umbrella held overhead by her faithful maid.
The tea house itself was as ideal as many any others strived to be. A square building with the sliding doors open to show through, revealing an immaculately made and breathing taking scenery. Between the two greenhouses that bordered the raised, a garden rested as a scene of nature faithfully recreated in the heart of this eastern city with a stone path woven inward to allow visitors to stroll through and admire every element of it. A cherry tree was positioned at the end, which behind it was a large building with a steam pipe from the top. Concluding that was the hot spring, the eternal red mist smile continued to widen even to the point that her vampiric fangs were in full view
Remilia was pleased. She gave a grateful pat on Sakuya’s back, and the perfect and elegant maid smiled in kind at doing a job well done. With master and servant happy, they walked closer to the front door while the half phantom gardener followed behind, slightly offput by the two’s odd relationship.
At the bottom of the step leading into the tea house, a bench was occupied by seven men and ladies of different stripes. Four, two wore lavish kimonos and yukata as befit of those higher class of the eastern village, while three others wore what are more appropriate as lords and dames of the medieval world outside of the town’s walls. This endlessly amused the small vampire, as she could see these petty nobles stabbing each other in the back (metaphorically, but literally was not out of the realm of possibility), yet here they were sitting side by side together.
But as they saw this, the three Gensokyoian finally connected the dots: there was already a large group of people, and if the position was any indication this was something planned far in advance.
“I’m sorry, mistress.” The chief maid sighed in disappointment as she realized her failure and bowed her head in shame “It seems we’ll just have to come later.”
“No. I want tea now” Remilia proclaimed, a serious tinge in her voice as her desire came so close and her determination showed neither retreat nor acceptance on her face. Youmu was nonplussed to see that fierce a look, see it as completely inappropriate considering the lack of stakes to the situation. but Sakuya knew that the young vampire was not about to be deterred “I will merely have to convince the host that we deserve to be here as anyone else”
“I see. Then we will have the honor to see your natural charisma in action, Remilia.” Sakuya responds “I’m sure you will succeed, milady, and I’ll be waiting here with your handkercheif when you’re done”
The face of fiery spirit turned to something darker as the vampire looked to her servant, a fake smile on her face with a small twitch of annoyance at her brow.
“I could leave you outside, if you think that would improve negotiations” Remilia answered after a very long and silent pause.
“Oh, but I would enjoy accompanying you, Remi. And someone would need to be there to ensure you’re properly fed and maintain your manners” Sakuya answer with her own less-than-honest smile.
“Such a noble sentiment, maybe you should ask if they’re hiring a maid and work full time here”
“My duties are to you and you alone, Mistress, and I believe you would miss me and my cooking”
“No no, I insist, I’m sure your vacation would do wonders for both of us”
Youmu watched the two as they passed barely civil comments to each other and shook her head at their banter. Yes, a very odd relationship.
But Remilia’s eyes darted back to the tea house as something caught her eye. It was not the two silhouettes that moved in front of the paper doors, although they did rest in that direction. It was a thread of fate that led to them and an opportunity she wanted.
“Youmu,” Remilia surprised the white haired swordsman by actually referring to her by name, “could you please stand a few feet further away from me?” She kindly requested, much to the eyebrow raise to her two companions
“Why?” Youmu asked in kind, confused by the vampire’s suddenly polite tone yet rude demand. When the instructions were not followed, the Scarlet Devil groaned loudly in frustration and pushed gardener away instead of repeating herself. To her fortunate, as in the next instant the paper door exploded outwards, snapped in half and set loose from its rail, as screaming man flipped his way through the air, corkscrewing where Youmu had stood a second ago, and landed in a cloud of dirt behind them.
“Devil [Remilia Stretch]” Remilia said aloud, just barely above conversation level, and the card disappeared under a glow of red energy. Both servant girls were caught off guard by this a stepped away from the following spell card.
The man was Mitoto Shukara, a well-to-do bandit who had found that his success in his line of work resulted a more open to his business, a little extra money on top enough to encourage those to look the other way when it came to his reputation and those who wouldn’t could still be persuaded the old fashion way. However, the woman at this tea house had refused to service him when he held up the bag of coin that were not his, and when he attempted the other way he found himself back in the streets ass over head. Although he could have crawled away from his defeat and gone somewhere else, he decided he was not about to be humiliated and certainly by some tea serving girl. And where was the red glowing coming from?
“No one treats me that way!” he shouted at the hostess looking down at him from the porch. He drew his wakizashi and prepared to charge “No one treats Mi-”
Any further word that would come from the boarish man’s mouth only came out as projectile spittle as the magic powered fist of Ramilia Scarlet plowed into his stomach. The dirt road around them kicking up a cloud as the shockwave blew by, the bandit lifted up off the ground from the blow that shattered his body. Once his feet touched ground again as the vampire pulled her hand away the man doubled over and planted face first road underneath him, drooling as his body told him it would be best to curl up and cry.
“I believe a spot just opened up, Sakuya” Remilia said aloud and walked towards the hostess with her umbrella held overhead by her faithful maid.
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