08-03-2018, 03:56 PM
Augh what the hell!
Clownpiece clutched desperately at her head, long golden locks pouring through the gaps between her fingers. Deep purple eyes stared fixated on some unseeable spot in the featureless grey stone before her, where they’d been locked on for the past... who knew how long? The dull roar of the water pouring over the lip of the cavern offered no way to tell the time.
What the hell!
She should’ve had it in the bag! She should’ve swept this DA! All that time she’d spent practicing, refining her madness, gone to waste just like that! How many days had it been? How many days had she spent preparing? The irate little fairy’s mind wandered, delving back to the time she’d spent preparing, honing her skills before the contest...
...
Immediately Clownpiece was met with images of her screwing around at the shrine, playing around with fellow fairies, going off on some ill-fated quest to kill some giant thing and... She hadn’t actually done all that much preparing as it turned out. But even so! How did that happen!? Last year she’d gotten so much further with so much less! She’d beaten up that bat guy! The guy with the gun! Even... Okay so maybe those were the only two! Still, she beat them single-handedly.
...
... Or with Cirno’s help at least. But like that mattered! Cirno was never much help. And Dane, now that she thought about it... Well whatever! Even with Cirno dragging them down they still won! And this time she didn’t have that hindrance! Her and Link should’ve crushed everyone in their way! Especially after he’d succumbed to the throes of madness! And yet here she was, sulking for days after having lost. Not even superior numbers had helped them in the last fight.
It’s not fair!
What would Master think of her now? Hecatia had been so willing to entrust her with a special mission, and though she was no longer in Gensokyo, no longer where the mission actually mattered, it still mattered to her. She was one of the greatest terrors of hell itself! How could she have fallen so low as to lose to some skeleton, a midget, and a budget pierrot? If Master saw her now, would she lose all faith in her loyal Lampad? Would she just... discard her like she’d done to so many other failed servants before? Loyalty and fervor meant nothing in hell, where only the strongest ruled. If she wasn’t among the strongest anymore, then what was she?
She needed to do something, anything. She needed to redeem herself in her absent Master’s eyes, and to do that, she actually needed to go out and do something. She couldn’t just sit in here forever! A newfound resolve flared up in the little fairy’s chest, the hellish flames of determination sparking up and sending their warm energy through her veins. Falling to her stomach and pressing against the cold stone floor, the star-spangled nymph began to pull herself forward, crawling out of the darkness and towards the white-glowing waterfall before her.
A deluge of chilly, perfectly pristine water doused Clownpiece as she pulled herself free, soaking her completely from head to toe as she slowly wriggled free from the fountain. And suddenly she was out, lurching forward suddenly. With an undignified squeak, the fairy righted herself in the air and hung there. She brushed her wet hair out of her eyes, small droplets flung free as she flicked it behind her with a twist of her wrist and a shake of her head. Her patriotic dress clung to her, a few extra pounds of weight threatening to drag her down to the ground.
“Alright!” An amped-up, childish voice cried out to no one in particular, the owner of it giving herself a little shake to throw some of the water off her. Of course, given how absolutely drenched she was, that didn’t do much of anything, only succeeding in showering some unseen, hapless fool below her. Though the redhead gave an indignant shout, the clownish child scarcely noticed it, instead suddenly staring raptly at... a nyuudou? Was that what they were called. A big cloudy thing.
Well whatever it was! She knew the clouds were scary foes, but not scarier than her! The perfect target to beat up and prove that she still was the strongest fairy from hell! Even the chill of the water soaking her wasn’t enough to douse the hellish excitement raging in her. Clownpiece let loose an excited shout as she dove forwards, hell-bent on chasing down that cloud lady and challenging her to a duel.
Clownpiece clutched desperately at her head, long golden locks pouring through the gaps between her fingers. Deep purple eyes stared fixated on some unseeable spot in the featureless grey stone before her, where they’d been locked on for the past... who knew how long? The dull roar of the water pouring over the lip of the cavern offered no way to tell the time.
What the hell!
She should’ve had it in the bag! She should’ve swept this DA! All that time she’d spent practicing, refining her madness, gone to waste just like that! How many days had it been? How many days had she spent preparing? The irate little fairy’s mind wandered, delving back to the time she’d spent preparing, honing her skills before the contest...
...
Immediately Clownpiece was met with images of her screwing around at the shrine, playing around with fellow fairies, going off on some ill-fated quest to kill some giant thing and... She hadn’t actually done all that much preparing as it turned out. But even so! How did that happen!? Last year she’d gotten so much further with so much less! She’d beaten up that bat guy! The guy with the gun! Even... Okay so maybe those were the only two! Still, she beat them single-handedly.
...
... Or with Cirno’s help at least. But like that mattered! Cirno was never much help. And Dane, now that she thought about it... Well whatever! Even with Cirno dragging them down they still won! And this time she didn’t have that hindrance! Her and Link should’ve crushed everyone in their way! Especially after he’d succumbed to the throes of madness! And yet here she was, sulking for days after having lost. Not even superior numbers had helped them in the last fight.
It’s not fair!
What would Master think of her now? Hecatia had been so willing to entrust her with a special mission, and though she was no longer in Gensokyo, no longer where the mission actually mattered, it still mattered to her. She was one of the greatest terrors of hell itself! How could she have fallen so low as to lose to some skeleton, a midget, and a budget pierrot? If Master saw her now, would she lose all faith in her loyal Lampad? Would she just... discard her like she’d done to so many other failed servants before? Loyalty and fervor meant nothing in hell, where only the strongest ruled. If she wasn’t among the strongest anymore, then what was she?
She needed to do something, anything. She needed to redeem herself in her absent Master’s eyes, and to do that, she actually needed to go out and do something. She couldn’t just sit in here forever! A newfound resolve flared up in the little fairy’s chest, the hellish flames of determination sparking up and sending their warm energy through her veins. Falling to her stomach and pressing against the cold stone floor, the star-spangled nymph began to pull herself forward, crawling out of the darkness and towards the white-glowing waterfall before her.
A deluge of chilly, perfectly pristine water doused Clownpiece as she pulled herself free, soaking her completely from head to toe as she slowly wriggled free from the fountain. And suddenly she was out, lurching forward suddenly. With an undignified squeak, the fairy righted herself in the air and hung there. She brushed her wet hair out of her eyes, small droplets flung free as she flicked it behind her with a twist of her wrist and a shake of her head. Her patriotic dress clung to her, a few extra pounds of weight threatening to drag her down to the ground.
“Alright!” An amped-up, childish voice cried out to no one in particular, the owner of it giving herself a little shake to throw some of the water off her. Of course, given how absolutely drenched she was, that didn’t do much of anything, only succeeding in showering some unseen, hapless fool below her. Though the redhead gave an indignant shout, the clownish child scarcely noticed it, instead suddenly staring raptly at... a nyuudou? Was that what they were called. A big cloudy thing.
Well whatever it was! She knew the clouds were scary foes, but not scarier than her! The perfect target to beat up and prove that she still was the strongest fairy from hell! Even the chill of the water soaking her wasn’t enough to douse the hellish excitement raging in her. Clownpiece let loose an excited shout as she dove forwards, hell-bent on chasing down that cloud lady and challenging her to a duel.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Reimu comes back to make another pass at Meira and she just has an idiot neck child.
Credit to Yuuka for the sig