InyutheBeatIs
09-21-2010, 11:12 PM
Well, simply put, I was inspired by a picture of a sort of "what if?" scenario, where some of the Touhou characters are actually a part of the mafia. So, today, I decided to write with this in mind. So here it is. :smallbiggrin:
Transfer in the Rain:Rainy days.
I hate rainy days. It’s always a sign that something is going to be wrong, and that you should just get back in bed, pull the covers back over you and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, I don’t exactly have the luxury of doing so. The Hakurei Shrine submitted an order, and they wanted it today. So, I got up off the floor, put on my black coat over my clothes, grabbed an umbrella and the “merchandise”, and walked outside. I put the merchandise in the back of my beat-up truck, affectionately named “Kuro”, get inside and drive into town.
It’s weird, all sorts of odd things have been happening to Gensokyo recently. First, these “cars” and “trucks” show up, fascinating machines that are self-propelling transportation. Then, these odd roads made of relatively smooth stone called “streets” appear throughout Gensokyo. That particular incident caused a bit of an uproar, but it turned out to be somewhat of a blessing, as it provided pathways for the “cars” and “trucks”. Whether they were used for such in the Outside World is a mystery, but whatever they were used for, they have a purpose here now.
Soon, I arrived in town. Still raining. The rain created a lonesome sound against the windows of Ol’ Kuro, as well as the shingles of the rooftops above. I got out of the truck after I parked it in a reclusive alleyway, opening up the umbrella as I did so. Thus, I started waiting.
And waiting, and waiting, and then some more waiting. After what seemed like forever, I finally saw the figure I wanted to see. A silver-haired woman with dark-blue eyes, in a black and gray pinstriped jacket and pants, appeared in front of me in an instant. She stood with all the formality in the world, her face simple and to the point. “Good afternoon.” She says formally, giving a slight bow as she does so. I just look at her and shake my head at the odd outfit she wears now. That’s another part that’s changed about Gensokyo, the outfits. Not everybody has changed, but some of the clothing I see is just odd.
“Good afternoon to you too, Sakuya-san.” I say, just barely succeeding at not sounding annoyed.
Sakuya looks at the truck, and points to it. “Is the merchandise here?”
I simply move to the back and pull out a dark-gray case, stifling the urge to sigh as I do so. I put the case on the hood and open it, revealing a dazzling array of illicit items. Luck charms, endangered herbs, forbidden scrolls, counterfeiting plates, the works. I have quite the clientele to please back at Hakurei Shrine. Of course, I have a few pistols and gun parts there. Hey, even if you don’t know how to use Danmaku (or if you aren’t Reisen), it’s still good to have a gun holding up the small of your back. Sakuya’s eyes scan the contents to make sure everything is there, appearing satisfied after a moment. She silently and suddenly offers a wooden box, similar to my briefcase, and puts it on the ground in front of me. After I close the briefcase, I open the box and find that every single cent is there. I can’t hide my surprise at this. Normally, I just get an IOU, which might as well be a euphemism for “robbed”. The Boss must have had a very successful “donation run” recently. I gently close the box, before lifting it up and placing it in the back.
“Any news on the Amplifier Cards?” Sakuya stands there, apparently satisfied with the contents. She must have more thoroughly checked the contents with her time manipulation abilities while I was checking the box.
“Well…I still have to talk around with some people. But, I’m making some progress.” I’ve finished hiding the box by this point. Thankfully, I can make some rounds to pick up various curiosities to sell from my shop, make myself less suspicious. Sakuya bows to me. “Thank you for your time.” She then speaks to me just before I get in the truck. “The Boss wants me to offer you a place in our ranks, if you wish to have one.” At this point, I sigh. I don’t even know how many times I’ve been offered this, both by Her and by others. “No, Sakuya-san. I’m still not interested.” Sakuya has a twinge of dissapointment, before bowing to me. “Very well. Good day to you.” Before I have a chance to say goodbye, Sakuya is gone. All I can do is shake my head, and get in the car.
I rather like my freelance position. It keeps me out of all the backstabbing and in-fighting that seems to have erupted nowadays. After all, it’s bad manners to bite the hand that feeds you. With this in mind, I give a little smile as I drive away to my next location.
My name is Rinnosuke Morichika, owner and manager of Kourindou, and illicit items and weapons dealer. I work for myself. Not Reimu, not Marisa, not Sanae, just myself.
Not sure if I'll make this into a series. But, I figured I'd share this with you guys and get your opinions on this. :smallsmile: :smallcool:
Transfer in the Rain:Rainy days.
I hate rainy days. It’s always a sign that something is going to be wrong, and that you should just get back in bed, pull the covers back over you and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, I don’t exactly have the luxury of doing so. The Hakurei Shrine submitted an order, and they wanted it today. So, I got up off the floor, put on my black coat over my clothes, grabbed an umbrella and the “merchandise”, and walked outside. I put the merchandise in the back of my beat-up truck, affectionately named “Kuro”, get inside and drive into town.
It’s weird, all sorts of odd things have been happening to Gensokyo recently. First, these “cars” and “trucks” show up, fascinating machines that are self-propelling transportation. Then, these odd roads made of relatively smooth stone called “streets” appear throughout Gensokyo. That particular incident caused a bit of an uproar, but it turned out to be somewhat of a blessing, as it provided pathways for the “cars” and “trucks”. Whether they were used for such in the Outside World is a mystery, but whatever they were used for, they have a purpose here now.
Soon, I arrived in town. Still raining. The rain created a lonesome sound against the windows of Ol’ Kuro, as well as the shingles of the rooftops above. I got out of the truck after I parked it in a reclusive alleyway, opening up the umbrella as I did so. Thus, I started waiting.
And waiting, and waiting, and then some more waiting. After what seemed like forever, I finally saw the figure I wanted to see. A silver-haired woman with dark-blue eyes, in a black and gray pinstriped jacket and pants, appeared in front of me in an instant. She stood with all the formality in the world, her face simple and to the point. “Good afternoon.” She says formally, giving a slight bow as she does so. I just look at her and shake my head at the odd outfit she wears now. That’s another part that’s changed about Gensokyo, the outfits. Not everybody has changed, but some of the clothing I see is just odd.
“Good afternoon to you too, Sakuya-san.” I say, just barely succeeding at not sounding annoyed.
Sakuya looks at the truck, and points to it. “Is the merchandise here?”
I simply move to the back and pull out a dark-gray case, stifling the urge to sigh as I do so. I put the case on the hood and open it, revealing a dazzling array of illicit items. Luck charms, endangered herbs, forbidden scrolls, counterfeiting plates, the works. I have quite the clientele to please back at Hakurei Shrine. Of course, I have a few pistols and gun parts there. Hey, even if you don’t know how to use Danmaku (or if you aren’t Reisen), it’s still good to have a gun holding up the small of your back. Sakuya’s eyes scan the contents to make sure everything is there, appearing satisfied after a moment. She silently and suddenly offers a wooden box, similar to my briefcase, and puts it on the ground in front of me. After I close the briefcase, I open the box and find that every single cent is there. I can’t hide my surprise at this. Normally, I just get an IOU, which might as well be a euphemism for “robbed”. The Boss must have had a very successful “donation run” recently. I gently close the box, before lifting it up and placing it in the back.
“Any news on the Amplifier Cards?” Sakuya stands there, apparently satisfied with the contents. She must have more thoroughly checked the contents with her time manipulation abilities while I was checking the box.
“Well…I still have to talk around with some people. But, I’m making some progress.” I’ve finished hiding the box by this point. Thankfully, I can make some rounds to pick up various curiosities to sell from my shop, make myself less suspicious. Sakuya bows to me. “Thank you for your time.” She then speaks to me just before I get in the truck. “The Boss wants me to offer you a place in our ranks, if you wish to have one.” At this point, I sigh. I don’t even know how many times I’ve been offered this, both by Her and by others. “No, Sakuya-san. I’m still not interested.” Sakuya has a twinge of dissapointment, before bowing to me. “Very well. Good day to you.” Before I have a chance to say goodbye, Sakuya is gone. All I can do is shake my head, and get in the car.
I rather like my freelance position. It keeps me out of all the backstabbing and in-fighting that seems to have erupted nowadays. After all, it’s bad manners to bite the hand that feeds you. With this in mind, I give a little smile as I drive away to my next location.
My name is Rinnosuke Morichika, owner and manager of Kourindou, and illicit items and weapons dealer. I work for myself. Not Reimu, not Marisa, not Sanae, just myself.
Not sure if I'll make this into a series. But, I figured I'd share this with you guys and get your opinions on this. :smallsmile: :smallcool: