A magician, miko, and a fairy walk into a shrine

[PepsiYuuka]

She had slipped out of hiding the minute the bigger fairy had left. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was sweating- half from the fire, half from actually working to put the slightly singed shrine back together. Clownpiece had run off, taking the other fairy with her, and Reimu was still out trying to solve things. No, she hadn't really intended to help them defend said shrine- she was not that noble nor willing to risk her skin. But the fact was that she was not looking forward to sleeping anywhere with the doors burnt down tonight.

So she'd grumbled, rolled up her sleeves and got to fixing things while the fairies went off on their magical murder adventure. It was her shrine, she told herself- she may as well keep it in good shape. (The amount of people that had laid claim to the Hakurei Shrine as theirs was totally disproportionate to the actual amount of space in the Hakurei Shrine meant for people.) Summoning a new paper door or two. Pulling the arrows out of the walls. Not to mention summoning several bottles of wine because of course she had summoned alcohol, she wasn't bored enough to do this sober. She had not bothered to summon a glass today, as it just wasn't worth it.

She'd gotten here by a combination of things. General boredom with the populace of the Pale Moors was the largest and most obvious. Relative proximity to crazy shit going down had narrowed her scope further. Her choice of this one specific area in Camelot was really quite random- the capital was too busy, gates too dangerous, mages too stuffy. Out in the middle of nowhere suited her fine. But of course coincidence had it she would end up here- in the personal space of her greatest rival yet again. Truly, it was absolute fate that Mima and Reimu were opposite forces tied together in their ultimate conflict by the bounds of fate.

Or maybe Mima just had a thing for hassling shrine maidens. Who knows.

But the fact was that she had, uh, in layman's terms, "totally pussied out" upon sighting the more powerful primes that had wrested control of the shrine. Cirno she wouldn't have cared about. Yuuka alone was annoying, but not a dealbreaker. But the hell fairy made her nervous, something about the sight of her torch calling back memories of her personal experience with hell. All three of them together just weren't worth the effort of dealing with.

Unfortunately by the time they all left, Reimu had left too. And the Shrine had been ignited at least once. Which left Mima painfully bored and alone- bored enough the evil spirit had taken to being a good samaritan. Now that was boredom. Yes she had been doing chores while drinking red wine directly from the bottle and complaining quietly to herself. But they were still chores.

She was about done with yanking arrows out of the wall when the door opened. And did not close. That alone was suspicious- the fact she didn't hear fairy voices made it even moreso. Slipping straight back through the wall, Mima peered into the shrine from a doorframe. She was expecting maybe those raiders had come back to try to steal something. Reimu would have closed the door. Though she had already started gathering energy into herself-

Fortunately, it was just the usual witch passed out there.

Mima pouted a little bit, seeing it was just Marisa inviting herself in. She had sort of wanted to play wrathful shrine god at least once during this whole thing, but it seemed like that chance was slipping through her fingers. "Ugh, well. I guess that's just typical of Marisa. I think she may spend more time here than her own house." Her thoughts ran wild. The Akuryou sighed, half of relief and half of disappointment.

By the time Mima was out of her hiding spot within the wall, Marisa seemed to be out like a light. No, she had not bothered to close the door. This was the first thing Mima did once she approached. "Honestly." She spoke aloud this time, but not above a whisper. Still, she was frowning when she looked back to the sleeping human. Quickly, she floated off into one of the side rooms. "Sleeping like that," she paused as she pulled one of the blankets off of the pile of spare laundry, "you'll catch your death." Punctuated by her floating back into the room and gently tossing the blanket as best she could over the sleeping witch's shoulders.

This alteration seemed to please the spirit somewhat. Content in what she had accomplished, she lifted Marisa's hat off of her head and set it in the center off the table. Though trying her best not to wake her, Mima glanced away as she silently ruffled Marisa's hair.

Ah, you couldn't stay mad at her.

i wanted to mima so i posted mima before yuuka *shrug emoji*
i'll get to yooky when i'm more awake

mima being nice? someone take a picture lol