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NotHimAgain
I had been planning on adding another segment or two to this snippet, but I was distracted by... a few different things. I'll try to have the rest written some time later today.
Message Girl
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"Maeda-San?"
Chisaki looked up at her name being called. Across from her, the young lady manning the desk smiled beatifically at her. "The mayor is ready to see you now." Chisaki continued to stare, perturbed. She would be a bit more willing to trust her at her word, if she hadn't had the girl for her first senior class—and if she hadn't had a pair of furry, rounded ears. Standing slowly, she walked past the desk, pausing beside her. The girl continued to smile, the clear face of a former student who could no longer be threatened with detention.
Sighing, Chisaki looked at the door in annoyance. Raising her hand, she prepared to knock—
"It's open," an old woman's voice called out. Chisaki twitched, glancing back at the secretary girl. Gripping the handle, she slid the door open.
The room was only dimly lit, she found as she stepped in. That was surprising—but then, maybe the mayor preferred natural lighting? Stepping in and pulling the door shut behind her, she looked at the woman sitting behind the desk, and up and to the right—
"Yarizakura-Sempai?" she asked, stepping forward. The slightly larger man nodded respectfully. "Why are you here?"
"Who knows?" he replied with a shrug that twisted into half a stretch. The mayor slowly, slowly, raised an eyebrow at the laidback display. "I was going to spend the evening with my daughter, but our guest over there was rather insistent that I come to Mother's office this evening."
"Guest?" Yarizakura nodded to the side, and Chisaki looked to see… Oh my. The wall was covered with a bookshelf, and leaning against it was a woman clad in a ratty old haori over a hakama. Her hair might have looked beautiful if it were brushed and cleaned, and maybe tied up—as it was, it hung down to the backs of her knees. At her waist hung a drinking gourd—for once not in her hand, both were occupied leafing through one of the mayor's books. This was one of the odder inhabitants of Sakura-shinmachi. No one could remember a time that she hadn't been there, living with the caretakers of the local shrine, yet she was mischievously secretive about her identity.
By Chisaki's understanding, the leading theories were related to lengthy rumored vacations in the fall.
"Maeda-kun," the mayor piped up. For a woman who had kept her age as well as her, her voice was still the gentle croak that one expected of a grandmother. "What reason could you have for keeping me here so late? Is it related to the Kumogai girl?"
Chisaki winced. Reiko's arrival home had proven slightly disastrous. By all accounts, she and her mother had raised the roof again, and one of the neighbors had even called the police to complain about the noise. With her blatant crush on Haneda Tatsuya, Chisaki had hoped that the jorogumo girl would adjust her behavior at least a little bit. Instead, she seemed to have returned to business as usual.
That, however, was not important at the moment. And what was…
"Peripherally, yes," she nodded. Although the Yarizakura Clan leaned toward the good-natured end of the social spectrum, it was not exactly a secret that there was a dragon somewhere in the bloodline. Given the esoteric nature of the populace, that shouldn't have bothered Chisaki so much, but at a young age, she had discovered a slightly prophetic western movie about dragons causing the apocalypse that left her slightly traumatized. She wasn't willing to risk getting her head bitten off with informality. "While I was in the area of Yokosuka, Kumogai-san was discovered by a pair of high school students. Circumstances… required that I explain our plight to them, and they set up a meeting with a local miko."
"And why on earth," the mayor replied, "would they do that?" Chisaki steeled herself. This was the moment that she knew might not go through.
"Because although I did not know it at the time," she explained, inhaling deeply and offering up a brief prayer, "the miko is a member of the Ono clan."
The name was punctuated by the Woman at the bookcase snapping her reading material closed with a flick of the wrist. As the eyes of the others in the room fell upon her, she gave them a cheeky smirk.
"You are certain?" Mayor Yarizakura asked, voice low, as if worried that if she spoke louder her words would escape her. Chisaki swallowed, and nodded.
"I am," she confirmed. The Mayor turned to look up at her son.
"We can take Maeda-kun at her word," he confirmed. "She's trustworthy and does good work."
"What did she say?"
The schoolteacher grimaced. This next part was the bit that began to sound almost too good to be true. "She claimed that the nonmagical government is aware of the magical side," she explained, straightening her back. "And that it is preparing for the fall of the Statute." The room was silent with the exception of the Woman, who snorted derisively. "If we are willing to cooperate, she says that she can help us make contact and negotiate for protection."
The room was truly silent then.
Yarizakura broke it, turning and looking out the window. "For real, huh?"
"I assure you—"
"No, no, I believe you," he waved off Chisaki's attempted protest. "But wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise for the old farts?" He grinned. His mother considered his words for a second, and briefly shared it.
"As I understand it, the Ryuusei are pushing for a crackdown on rogue yokai," she agreed. "But that… I can see why you came here," she trailed off, glancing over at the Woman who while not observed, had begun drinking from her gourd. "Might I ask your advice?"
The Woman lowered her gourd, gnawing on her bottom lip. She looked over at Chisaki and her fellow schoolteacher. "Don't need you two at the moment," she said simply, before glancing at her. "Gonna need some more answers later, though."
Chisaki nodded, turning on her heel and walking out. She was followed closely by Yarizakura. Her role in this was not finished completely, but the most important task had been carried out.
Also, the mayor did not seem horribly, horribly put out that she had blown the town secret twice over after going to visit a pregnant friend. That was nice.
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Well what do you think, sirs?
I had been planning on adding another segment or two to this snippet, but I was distracted by... a few different things. I'll try to have the rest written some time later today.
Message Girl
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"Maeda-San?"
Chisaki looked up at her name being called. Across from her, the young lady manning the desk smiled beatifically at her. "The mayor is ready to see you now." Chisaki continued to stare, perturbed. She would be a bit more willing to trust her at her word, if she hadn't had the girl for her first senior class—and if she hadn't had a pair of furry, rounded ears. Standing slowly, she walked past the desk, pausing beside her. The girl continued to smile, the clear face of a former student who could no longer be threatened with detention.
Sighing, Chisaki looked at the door in annoyance. Raising her hand, she prepared to knock—
"It's open," an old woman's voice called out. Chisaki twitched, glancing back at the secretary girl. Gripping the handle, she slid the door open.
The room was only dimly lit, she found as she stepped in. That was surprising—but then, maybe the mayor preferred natural lighting? Stepping in and pulling the door shut behind her, she looked at the woman sitting behind the desk, and up and to the right—
"Yarizakura-Sempai?" she asked, stepping forward. The slightly larger man nodded respectfully. "Why are you here?"
"Who knows?" he replied with a shrug that twisted into half a stretch. The mayor slowly, slowly, raised an eyebrow at the laidback display. "I was going to spend the evening with my daughter, but our guest over there was rather insistent that I come to Mother's office this evening."
"Guest?" Yarizakura nodded to the side, and Chisaki looked to see… Oh my. The wall was covered with a bookshelf, and leaning against it was a woman clad in a ratty old haori over a hakama. Her hair might have looked beautiful if it were brushed and cleaned, and maybe tied up—as it was, it hung down to the backs of her knees. At her waist hung a drinking gourd—for once not in her hand, both were occupied leafing through one of the mayor's books. This was one of the odder inhabitants of Sakura-shinmachi. No one could remember a time that she hadn't been there, living with the caretakers of the local shrine, yet she was mischievously secretive about her identity.
By Chisaki's understanding, the leading theories were related to lengthy rumored vacations in the fall.
"Maeda-kun," the mayor piped up. For a woman who had kept her age as well as her, her voice was still the gentle croak that one expected of a grandmother. "What reason could you have for keeping me here so late? Is it related to the Kumogai girl?"
Chisaki winced. Reiko's arrival home had proven slightly disastrous. By all accounts, she and her mother had raised the roof again, and one of the neighbors had even called the police to complain about the noise. With her blatant crush on Haneda Tatsuya, Chisaki had hoped that the jorogumo girl would adjust her behavior at least a little bit. Instead, she seemed to have returned to business as usual.
That, however, was not important at the moment. And what was…
"Peripherally, yes," she nodded. Although the Yarizakura Clan leaned toward the good-natured end of the social spectrum, it was not exactly a secret that there was a dragon somewhere in the bloodline. Given the esoteric nature of the populace, that shouldn't have bothered Chisaki so much, but at a young age, she had discovered a slightly prophetic western movie about dragons causing the apocalypse that left her slightly traumatized. She wasn't willing to risk getting her head bitten off with informality. "While I was in the area of Yokosuka, Kumogai-san was discovered by a pair of high school students. Circumstances… required that I explain our plight to them, and they set up a meeting with a local miko."
"And why on earth," the mayor replied, "would they do that?" Chisaki steeled herself. This was the moment that she knew might not go through.
"Because although I did not know it at the time," she explained, inhaling deeply and offering up a brief prayer, "the miko is a member of the Ono clan."
The name was punctuated by the Woman at the bookcase snapping her reading material closed with a flick of the wrist. As the eyes of the others in the room fell upon her, she gave them a cheeky smirk.
"You are certain?" Mayor Yarizakura asked, voice low, as if worried that if she spoke louder her words would escape her. Chisaki swallowed, and nodded.
"I am," she confirmed. The Mayor turned to look up at her son.
"We can take Maeda-kun at her word," he confirmed. "She's trustworthy and does good work."
"What did she say?"
The schoolteacher grimaced. This next part was the bit that began to sound almost too good to be true. "She claimed that the nonmagical government is aware of the magical side," she explained, straightening her back. "And that it is preparing for the fall of the Statute." The room was silent with the exception of the Woman, who snorted derisively. "If we are willing to cooperate, she says that she can help us make contact and negotiate for protection."
The room was truly silent then.
Yarizakura broke it, turning and looking out the window. "For real, huh?"
"I assure you—"
"No, no, I believe you," he waved off Chisaki's attempted protest. "But wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise for the old farts?" He grinned. His mother considered his words for a second, and briefly shared it.
"As I understand it, the Ryuusei are pushing for a crackdown on rogue yokai," she agreed. "But that… I can see why you came here," she trailed off, glancing over at the Woman who while not observed, had begun drinking from her gourd. "Might I ask your advice?"
The Woman lowered her gourd, gnawing on her bottom lip. She looked over at Chisaki and her fellow schoolteacher. "Don't need you two at the moment," she said simply, before glancing at her. "Gonna need some more answers later, though."
Chisaki nodded, turning on her heel and walking out. She was followed closely by Yarizakura. Her role in this was not finished completely, but the most important task had been carried out.
Also, the mayor did not seem horribly, horribly put out that she had blown the town secret twice over after going to visit a pregnant friend. That was nice.
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Well what do you think, sirs?