/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45628875 (3/3—p2)
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Meeting Flandre was… terrible. Firstly, I fell on my butt, wholly thrown off by Gensokyo's most unstable nuclear device just popping at our doorstep. Then I had to make a Hakurei uniform from scratch without utilizing others as measurements because of the intrinsic lust magic inside—I doubt Yukari would want a Flandre feeling that—; it was stressful indeed…

But that was just the first contact.

Like the maid, I could barely resist pampering her when Yukari and Remilia-sama began talking, leaving her completely by the wayside. Who'd have thought a nuke could be so cute? I warmed to her rather quickly, even with our sparse interactions, and though dealing with her IS always a chore… not every chore needs to be dreaded. I go through the Gap and into her room, interestingly not a replica of her bedroom, rather a bedroom fitting for a princess: massive windows let fake sunlight bathe the room in warm gold, tender colors and toys of all kinds spread around—even a small indoor swimming pool with colored, animal-themed buoys floating on it~

There's a strange sense of peace and care put in the making of this room… Yukari…

"Ran!" Chen yells, running up to me from the bed, a big smile on her face—

—Same for the four Flandres that followed. "Hello!" "Hi~!" And others threw at me, taking but a moment for me to be surrounded by the five excited girls.

"Good afternoon, Chen, Flandre—how are you doing?" I crouch to look them in the eyes, my sleeves together.

"Great~! It's so fun to play with Flan-chan and Sakuya-san!" Speaking of the maid, her presence surged on my side, perfect and elegant as ev—she wore a pointy wizard's hat, akin to Marisa's, holding a wand with a shining star on its end and dressed in a starry blanket. Her eyes looked dead.

Frowning, I notice now Chen is dressed just as weirdly; she looked like a court jester, a colored mini-guitar on her back, smile like the fake sun outside.

The Flandres wore similar fashion: one clad in fake heavy armor, a toy Flamberge—hm…? oh! Heh—in her hands; another had 'antlers’, these being her wings pressed against her nape; one wore her Yakumo uniform inside-out, the whole thing white and a staff of ‘gold’ in her hands; the last was adorned in black towels, holding one of Sakuya's knives, visibly dulled.

I gawked at Sakuya, who, calm as to hide an immense horror for being seen like that, spoke, "Young Mistress wanted to play pretend with her new cat friend."

"It's not pretend!" The cleric Flandre intervened, pouting. "It's RPG—Rolling Pin Game!"

"I'm sorry, Young Mistress—we're playing a game of rolling pins."

"We saw it in one of those things Meiling-san likes to read and decided to try it out! We have an entire party~!" Chen clarified, even though she looked mad at the maid for just calling her 'a cat'.

"But we don't have a big baddie… Like, we have. But he's invisible. And there's no fun in beating an invisible enemy, you know?" The warrior Flan sighed, hitting her toy sword against her face; the druid Flan gave her little taps on the back—

— "Care to join us as a ‘big baddie’, Lady Ran?" Sakuya suddenly offered, my head whipping towards her, a small smile in that perfectly punchable face barely noticeable. I was quick to try explaining the one hundred motives I had to NOT do it, mainly that I'd come here to simply check, but then I met Chen's sparkling gaze, her expression beaming with excitement; all that reflected on the Flandres' faces. I couldn't say a word. Sakuya looked victorious. "… I take your silence as a yes?"

I sighed, desiring a lot to pinch the bridge of my nose—

"Yes, please, yes, yes…" Chen muttered lowly, hands together as if praying.

"O-Of course. I'd love to."

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I'm the dragon.

I expected some evil kitsune of legends. But no, they chose a European dragon. My tails struggled, all clamped together as to simulate one gigantic tail; white, pristine clothes replaced by a leather trench-coat Sakuya got from the Yama knows where, hat gone and ears simulating horns, face painted to look menacing… I doubt rice powder and copious amounts of red lipstick can make one look imperiling, but oh well. Tired and still, I waited for Flandre's party to finish the dungeon—meaning they'd open the curtains of the bed—sat on top of a pile of gold that I gapped from an undisclosed human bank.

… Ugh, the powder itches.

—the curtains opened. Finally, only took half an hour… "There! The evil dragon!" Warrior Flan uttered, pointing her toy sword at me, her whole party following behind—Sakuya blinked for a second, a camera in her hands. In the next, it was gone.

Embarrassed, slowly I pulled out slightly from my sleeve a piece of paper containing my lines, cleared my throat, and said, "Rawr."

"Its mind is gone; for the gold, battle we must! Beast, bygone!" Chen sang, the rhyme heinous—yet all Flandres nodded and uttered a cute war cry.

Onto my second line… "Rawr!" With an exclamation mark, as it's supposed to be much more ferocious—