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suddenly action

[shipwrecking]

[whoop that sure is a head poking out of the floor beside Ichirin.]

Just giving you a heads-up.

[cloudnun]

Did you think I'd get a fright or something? Come on, ghosts don't scare me.

[Pat pat patting the seat next to her.]

Come on and sit down, okay? I was reading a book but I can stop if it's for you.

[shipwrecking]

[yeeee sitting next to and leaning against.]

Is the book any good? It's not one of those cheesy romance stories, is it?

[cloudnun]

[This is a way of making sure she doesn't go onto that boat, if Ichirin isn't mistaken. Not very subtle, but she's okay with that. She really is.]

It's not a romance story, it's a horror story about a man making another man from dead bodies.

[shipwrecking]

That sounds like something the hermit would do. [the hermit being Seiga, of course.]

Why're you reading something like that? I didn't think you were into those kinds of stories.

[cloudnun]

[It's research. Horror novels are research material. At the mention of that being done by a certain hermit, Ichirin shrugs, turns her page over at the corner, closes the book and stares into Murasa's face.]

It was all I could find when I was looking. It's better than nothing. isn't it?

[shipwrecking]

... Yeah, I guess it is. [it's also better than going on the ship.]

Can you read aloud to me?

[cloudnun]

You... want me to read you a story?

[shipwrecking]

Yeah. There's nothing weird about that.

[cloudnun]

Usually people read out stories of a more, well, friendly nature. Don't they?

[shipwrecking]

You can make up a story on the spot, then. I don't mind.

[cloudnun]

Hm... what kind of story? Are you a romance lover, Minamitsu?

[shipwrecking]

Not really. The only romance lover here is you, I thought.

[can she use Ichirin's lap as a pillow? she's using Ichirin's lap as a pillow.]

[cloudnun]

Do I really come across as a lover of romance? I thought I came across as a nun in training.

[whatever that means also go ahead use her as a pillow. She's actually a little happy for the contact.]

You didn't answer the first question I asked.

[shipwrecking]

Ah... go wild, I'm not picky. Maybe something in the adventure genre?

[cloudnun]

Haven't you had enough adventure ately?

[Of course Murasa could say the same to her about horror, which explains the slight mental slap she gave herself just now.]

[shipwrecking]

[yeaaah. she reaches up and taps Ichirin's face with a knuckle.]

I wouldn't call this an adventure. We're stuck in one city.

[no comment on the Charon.]

[cloudnun]

[She laughs, shaking her head from side to side as if badly wounded by that attack. Oh the pain. Pichuun pichuuuun the pain.]

Adventure's can be in the inside of your mind, can't they?

[Lame!]

[shipwrecking]

Nah.

[rude.]

If that was the case, I wouldn't be asking for a story.

[cloudnun]

... The imagination is part of the mind. All stories start in someone's head.

[shipwrecking]

You can make up a story on the spot then, right?

[cloudnun]

Of course I can.

[She is a little bit embarrassed about her logic biting her in the ass, but she shifts her position and clears her throat to start.]

It's the story about a young, uh, man who met a demon when he was very young. Everybody was afraid of that demon because nobody understood it; but the boy in question wasn't as scared as the rest, even if he too avoiding the demon. Still, that didn't stop him from finding himself face to face with the demon while he was out picking flowers. Thankfully there was a way to deal with these demons and avoid being decapitated.

[She smiles, looking at Unzan and probably being told something like he knows what this story is.]

The boy was quick to act - much too quick for the demon - his mother had told him how to deal with these things. The boy summed up his courage and told the demon he had foreseen this event instead of being foreseen and the demon was so impressed that he pledged to protect that boy from any and all harm.

Both of them were happy to have eachother, but they didn't know that this union would take their lives in a much different direction.

[This is probably a story Murasa has heard. Since Ichirin is basically telling her own tale...]

[shipwrecking]

[yeah, she knows how this goes. Murasa quietly listens anyway, closing her eyes.]

And then what happened to them?

[cloudnun]

... Who knows?

[She does. Murasa does. Unzan does. That's who.]

As the two of our protagonists became shunned by humanity they were eventually taken in by a kind hearted woman and became friends with a variety of strange creatures from a talking mouse to a talking cat to a talking, uh, anchor.

[Ha...ha.]

How do you think the boy and the anchor got on at first?

[shipwrecking]

Hold on.

[pichun pichuun she taps Ichirin's face again.]

Why an anchor? Why not a... shark?