mayfield_rpg | 19th☆

[Action - 1125 Taylor]

[Early in the morning, before school, Marisa takes the time to place a multilayer ward about her residence and its yard. It has three specific wards, powerful wards - one each to bar The Major, Bazett, and any troll with tyrian purple blood from the property. There is also a subtler ward cast that will target any non-resident (Merem isn't affected) that tries to significantly harm another while on the property through a combination binding/paralyzing effect. Those with a strong enough magic ability could break the wards, but the general feeling about them is that it would be a bad idea with how well they are woven.

The casting can easily be felt by anyone with the slightest bit of magical sensing.]

[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting in the cafeteria, completely ignoring her yummy homemade lunch, and seems to be working on a map of sorts. Her brow furrows as she wads up the paper and throws it at the nearby garbage can - missing it - and starts over again. She's going to end up going through a lot of paper at this rate.]

[Phone]

So... I can't remember where everyone lives. Like the addresses and how to get to some place. [It pains her to have to admit this.] I need you all, if you're my friends or allies or just people I like to bug - especially everyone from Gensokyo - to remind me.

Okay?

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...please don't make me force you.

[Marisa's words were quiet and soft. It's true that she's not sure if it came down to it whether she'd be able to carry through with that threat - not with Reimu having her divine abilities back - but she would try. This wasn't the way she wanted to let everyone know she had Master Spark back but if it took a Spark to get Reimu to do it, she would.]

Those memories are worth more than what you got for them. I have... holes in my memory. Things I can't remember. It's one thing to have it happen because of an accident, but another to willingly give them up.

[Her shoulders hunch forward as she hugs her knees.]

(If it were anyone else who told her to give her powers back, it'd probably take that much coercion to make her do it. But Marisa...

...there was a long silence before Reimu moved or said anything. Sheepishly, she spoke up.)

...let's go to the post office.

[Marisa looks up, a bit surprised Reimu agreed, and then got to her feet. One hand to the side, her broom flew to her and she hopped on it.

And then she offered the miko her hand.]

...thank you.

(Best friends forever, Marisa. She's going to take your hand and even smile a little. ~~Oh god she wasn't missing any teeth was she~~)

Thanks, Marisa.

Thank me when you remember the divine spirits and the ufos.

[Marisa pulls Reimu up onto the broom and gives her a peck on the cheek. And then she flies straight to the post office.]

We had UFOs?!

(Not like anyone would want to remember that game's evil evil mechanics, but Reimu couldn't find much to say at the moment; that little kiss threw her off. Damn Marisa, you've perfected messing with her head.)

[Someone needs a hobby and SHE MISSED YOU, MIKO.]

Yup. They came with Buddhists.

No treasure? That's a shame...were they at least made of gold?

(And a fluent return is made once they finish up at the post office; Reimu's just looking up at the sky once they get that over with.)

...you'll tell me the answer to that in a bit.

[Marisa will wait outside while Reimu goes back inside as the witch really didn't like the Postman. And when her friend comes out, she'll offer her hand again.]

Let's go home, ze. Got a roof to paint.

(Welp, no divine powers or golden Byakurens, but she has her best friend's hand and Reimu will gladly take it.)

That we do. With only two colors, it shouldn't be too big of a problem.

[Back up onto the broom and into the air!]

Even if it had a million colors, we'd manage it. Somehow.

Yeah. We've handled worse before.

(Which she could now say with confidence!)

Good. And I'll buy dinner at the diner for us tonight since I beat the crap out of you.

Sounds good to me...I'm not still bleeding, am I?

Nah. It's clotted. Though you should wash your face before we get dinner.

Definitely. I'm pretty sure even drones would be able to tell I got messed up.

[Landing on the roof.]

Yeah. Go get the paint, ze.

(And so she does. Just a bit of rustling about, but she eventually returns with a couple of cans of paint and some brushes. Basic painting supplies and stuff.)

Alright. Let's get this painted. And don't you dare fall off the roof, ze.

[Marisa will stay on her broom so she can get the hard places.]

I'll be fine; I perfected getting up here when I covered the house in talismans.

(So maybe a few of them are still littering the house, but at least there's enough room on the roof to paint it! And Reimu gets to working on the other parts she can reach without flight.)

[PAINTING HAPPENS. There may or may not be a painting fight at the end.]

(As long as the newly painted symbol isn't messed up/there's enough paint to fix it, it is a happy paint fight!)

[Just a small one.]

Hahaha... We should, ah, clean up.

Heh...I guess we should.

(CLEAN UP CLEAN UP EVERYBODY DO YOUR CHORES)

That'll take care of your fat lip, too. And then... dinner!

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