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Mirrin

"I don't mind dying, just as long as I have lived first"

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a character in “Crazy Bored”, as played by ichigomew

Description

Name: Mirrin
Species: Cursed Human
Appearance: Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, Blue T-shirt, Black Jeans, Black Leather JacketImage
Personality:Violent, Loyal
Likes:Weapons
Dislikes:People who are annoying
Role in the place where they came from: (student, warrior, king, assassin, mechanic, doctor, etc) Assassin
What your character was doing the moment before being dumped on the island: Attempting to kill a corrupt politician

History

Mirrin was cursed by a vampire and basically forced to serve him in whatever way he wanted, she has a mark on her shoulder that was basically his claim to her. It also gives her abilities beyond that of an average human, such as super strength, speed and immunity to most forms of magic, it also granted made her somewhat immortal, she can still die but only if she is murdered. Mirrin has been alive for 218 years and has been free for 100 of them, the vampire that cursed was killed by some vampire hunters, who trained her and turned her into the assassin she is today.

So begins...

Mirrin's Story

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The dragon came back with its rider who began talking to the bleeding gun-carrier. They were talking and the other boy was talking and it was beginning to set Goose on edge.
"There's lot's of people," said Goose with a tone akin to panic but with a deeper edge of something to it. "All on my beach. Lot's of people and- YOU'RE WRECKING MY BEACH!!"
The red-brown hair boy was smiling at him, not in a nice way.
"I can play games too, Skippy," snarled Goose returning the wicked grin. He rolled his shoulders with a slight frown like he was removing a kink from his neck. His voice was deeper when he spoke again. "And I know just how flammable you are."
"Okay you lot, listen up! Skippy there are things in that jungle who love to play games with you. Trigger and Princess deal with your medical emergency elsewhere, thanks. Take Ugly with you. Doc, Missie and Twinkles... i don't know just... elsewhere... maybe the Party. This is the deal, you're all here for an indefinite amount of time. Follow my advice but leave me alone."
He stomped off back to his armchair, he was oddly taller now and when he sat down he was able to mush his feet aggressively into the sand in front of him.
"And keep clear of my arrival point."

OOC: Don't take Goose personally. It's just his character. I love that there's so many people.

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Lance looked at the stranger, pulling out a Knife just in case. He decided to play it safe for a while, since Meiling was still unconscious. Lance eyed Mirrin curiously, yet cautiously, "And just who are you, Madame?".

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Lance's tension ceased. He lowered the knife and gave Mirrin a short bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Mirrin. My name is Lance Quin, Head Butler of the Scarlet Mansion, and personal carer to both Lady Remilia Scarlet and Master L Scarlet". Lance sheathed the Knife, a small smile on his face. This girl wasn't like the females from his world. She wasn't trying to murder Him, for starters.

"I've only just arrived, and it seems that Miss Knowledge has found this Island already". Lance motioned to the red moon, a slight smile on his face. "Listen Lady Mirrin, I... require your help in a certain task. Master L has gone berserk again, and I fear for everyone here.... Hopefully it doesn't turn out like last time....".

Lance's eyes drifted to the ground, his hand reaching up to his heart as if something had scarred him, or worse. He quickly shook his head. "No need for reminiscing now, soon Miss Knowledge and Lady Remilia should be here, and we'll have some help".

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Lance shot an icy look at Quill, but still maintained his smile. "I'm sorry Quill, but you have no right to tell me what to do. Remember, I DID beat Master L in a fight with one hand tied behind my back. Well, actually, it was broken, but that doesn't concern you. Oh, and Lady Mirrin, please don't let Master L's first impression fool you. There are some civilised people in the Scarlet Mansion. Actually, Master L was the most unstable one, so I assure you that I won't harm you. Especially since you're so... well, let's not go into details right now. We have more important things to discuss. Hmm... Well, since Quill can't seem to control himself enough to create a Pentagram, I shall".

Lance's eyes glowed a deep, glowing crimson as he threw a single silver knife into the ground. Suddenly, the knife was the center of a pentagram of pure energy, red in color and taking up a good part of the clearing, but not touching anyone aside from Lance. Suddenly, white light burst from the ground, and scarlet clouds spun in circles, and a void appeared. Out of that Void came a few crows, but nothing else. "So Quill, are you brave enough to enter my World? What of you, Lady Mirrin?".

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Lance looked slightly disappointed. Then he remembered that Mirrin wasn't from where he was from, and gave her a slight nod. "Well, that's your choice, but Quill, will you join me, or are you too tired to?".

Lance wasn't being very patient with them, but he needed an answer, fast.

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Lance observed Mirrin walks past him, into the Castle. He looked at the flower in he had, and smirked. He paused time for a moment, and approached Mirrin, tucking the Rose into her hand. He then returned to his spot and resumed time as if nothing had happened.

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As soon as Mirrin's eyes closed and sleep grasped her, the shadows around her intensified. Tendrils of darkness slithered towards her, leaving crimson trails on the floor, and whilst they crept, a humanoid figure appeared, formed of shadow and all things dark. It's two glowing red eyes glared furiously at Mirrin, and a small smile slid across its mouth. The white teeth included two fangs, sharp and long, and it became obvious who it was. The tendrils crept forward, wrapping around Mirrin and infecting her dreams, thoughts and feelings. The Shadow then slowly disappeared, sinking back into the darkness slightly, and they tendrils were gone, inside Mirrin. But one thing had been left behind, a single scarlet stone, in the shape of a letter.

'L'.

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Lance's eyes shot open as he felt Mirrin shake him again. He felt that familiar magic, it coated the Girl, it would slowly infect her. L was growing more dangerous every day. Lance closed his eyes, sensing a trail of darkness that lead to where Mirrin had come from. He leaped out of the Bed, dark determination shining in his eyes. Without speaking to Mirrin, he bolted up the stairs to where Mirrin had slept, and as soon as he entered, he shivered involuntarily. He felt something fly at him, and dodged just in time to see a shadow recede into the darkness.

Lance threw a knife to counter the incoming laser, which was quite obviously L's own. It sliced through the beam, causing a form in the shadows to send out yet another volley. Lance was getting tired of their little game, so he did what he felt he should do. He leaped over to the shadows, gripping the form with his left hand and stabbing it with his right. An unearthly scream pierced the castle walls as the figure disappeared. Lance knew that he had wounded L. Badly. Lance turned, and as he was about to exit, Remilia appeared in front of him, a stern expression on her face. "Tell me everything that's happened here, Lance. I need to know". Lance nodded and proceeded back down the stairs, back into the room and approached Mirrin. "What happened up there?".

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Lance eyed Mirrin oddly. She did seem kind of paler than she did before, but that might've just been Lance's eyes. Lance closed his eyes, focusing on Mirrin's heartbeat, then switching to her Chakras. Lance didn't feel anything wrong, and he was almost about to open his eyes when he heard it. A barely audible voice speaking to Him, whispering poisonous words that made his chest burn and his stomach turn. He focused on that one spot, finding it on Mirrin's shoulder. Lance opened his eyes, anger easily visible in his expression. "L has... infected you.... there is a chance that you may become a Vampire.... or worse...". Lance turned to Remilia, who looked at Him in shock. Lance nodded before she could say anything. "Yes, Milady, just like last time. But this time I refuse to let your brother harm my companions and my friends". Lance motioned for Mirrin to follow Him. "I hate to tell you this, but you need to come to my world to get it out of your system, I know somebody there who can do it, but the way is perilous. I can't go alone either. Will you come with me? It's for the best that you do, but you don't have to". Lance locked eyes with Mirrin as he spoke those words, a fire lighting up his eyes.

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Lance looked at Mirrin and nodded. "Go ahead, but the portal's already open so we can leave right away if you wish, but I have my own things to do". Lance turned and went about his business, whilst Remilia approached Mirrin. She gave Mirrin a strange look, the noticed the Rose. "Odd. Those weren't meant to bloom for another hundred years, but for some reason this one has bloomed for you, Miss Mirrin. There's only one person I know that can do that type of thing. Trust me, Lance won't let anything happen to you". Remilia then curtsied and turned away, leaping back into her bed with a childish giggle.

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Lance sighed as he grabbed a book from the wall and handed it to Mirrin, it was obviously an important book, not a speck of dust touched its surface, and it had a mystic aura surrounding it.

'Vistiors Guide to the World Volume IX: Danmaku and it's Aspects.'

"Trust me, you should read it, it'll give you all the knowledge you should need about how we fight here, so you should be prepared. If you ever need my help, just use this". Lance handed Mirrin a Card, a Spell Card to be exact.

"It's a Spell Card, Patchouli made it for Milady in case she ever needed my assistance. Basically it transports the person on the Card to the location of the person using the Card, so if you need my help in a fight, just use it. Oh, and before we head out, I expect you to read that book".

Lance gave Mirrin a small grin, then turned a corner, disappearing momentarily between two bookshelves, but he reappeared moments later, with Patchouli behind him. Patchouli bowed and offered Mirrin a Ring, which Lance nodded for Mirrin to take. Patchouli looked Mirrin up and down and turned to Lance. "She might survive here after all, if she learns fast enough, that is".

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Lance blinked as he finished tying his tie and turned to the mirror. His Butler's Uniform was... unique to say the least. A plain white button up shirt underneath an almost pure black vest, on which there were the outlines of scarlet roses embroidered. His tie was also red, with golden swirls adorning it, and he also wore simply black pants, but with a difference. These pants clung to his legs tightly from the knees down, enabling his to move quickly while still retaining his balance. His shoes were simple, yet exquisitely crafted black dress shoes, but they also supported him. Lance reached over and grasped the last piece of his costume, a scarlet scarf that lay on the side table. It was a present from the Head Maid.....

The Head Maid...... It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, probably due to the fact that she had been missing for a rather large amount of time. Lance missed her, and the times that they had shared, along with the relationship they'd ha-

"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" Lance banged both fists on the table, tears slowly falling down his cheeks. He lowered his head shamefully. "Compose yourself, if you don't, who knows what'll happen? I just need to... have some nice, relaxing tea.... yeah, I'll make some for Mirrin as well, so that should be good. Lance blinked, and stood up straight. He tied the scarf around his neck and nearly jumped as he turned and found his Mistress herself trying to blink away tears, and holding out a handkerchief for him.

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Lance proceeded over to where Mirrin was, placing two cups and a pot of Tea on the Table, a small smile on his face. He looked at Mirrin, noticing that she had read a fairly large amount of the Book. Lance sat down opposite her, pouring Tea into both of the cups. "Drink it, it should wake you up some more. So, how did you sleep anyways? And how is the Book so far?". Lance pushed one of the cups toward Mirrin, and took a sip from his own. His eyes had a new spark to them,a new shining light of determination.

Lance had lost one person he had loved. He would not lose another.

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Lance smiled at Mirrin, observing how amazing she looked in the dim moonlight of the Library. Lance sighed as he took another sip of his tea. "Honestly, I have no idea, but if worst comes to worst you may have to fight, but as of yet i have no idea what abilities you possess, so...". Lance fidgeted uncertainly, knowing very well what was to come if Mirrin stayed infected for too long. "You should find some more suitable clothing, Lady Remilia will help you find some, I'll be here tracking down our target". As if on queue, Remilia Scarlet landed softly just behind Mirrin, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We need to hurry, if we don't get rid of the infection soon.....". Remilia and Lance exchanged glances, then quickly looked away. Lance locked eyes with Mirrin, and then let out a small chuckle. "You've got something... just there...". Lance pulled a handkerchief out of his vest pocket, and dabbed at Mirrin's lips with it, causing the remnants of the tea to disappear from her face. "Anyways, you should go with Milady now, she'll help you find some clothes, and I'll be here. If you need me, just call, alright?".

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Remilia Scarlet was around 500 years old, but she still retained the personality of the teen she was. Sure, she was viewed to be conceited, evil, cunning and sly, but those that were close to her saw a completely different Vampire. To them she was still mischievous, and sometimes sly, but overall she cared for them a lot. Think of her as a curious girl that just loves to test boundaries... and her servants. She's practically the entire reason that her Mansion is known so well, in both good and bad terms.

Remilia turned to Mirrin, a curious look on her face. "Well that depends, would you be able to go into more detail for me? Or is that too difficult for you?". With that Remilia took Mirrin's hand and led her down the Hallways. "Tell me on the way, Mirrin, so I can understand.... I think?".

Left, right, left, up two flights of stairs, right, left, forward, forward, left, forward, right, left.

Remilia threw open the double doors with an incredible amount of force, and the gestured for Mirrin to look inside. Clothes, Clothes, and hey guess what? More Clothes! In fact, there were probably too many articles of clothing in there.... Not that Remilia minded, since they were almost all hers. "Anyways, you can have aaaaanythiiiing you waaaaaannnnnt!~". Remilia reverted back to her more childish nature and suddenly disappeared into a missive pile of Clothes, leaving Mirrin to both look for clothes and finish her story if she needed to.

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Lance turned to Patchouli, a grim look on his face, he moved over to her and whispered in her ear. Her eyes flicked open, and she pointed behind her, to a shelf. "Thanks Patchy, you need to teach me how to do that with these Books too". Patchouli simply smiled as Lance hurried over to the shelf and began sorting through the Books. "You have to feel their energy, Lance. Just like Lady Remilia was feeling you the other week". A sudden crack from behind her caused Patchouli to whirl around with surprising speed. "Wha-?". Lance glared at her, but then broke into a small smile. "If I remember correctly, you were in on it too, Miss Patchouli Knowledge". The way Lance worded that sentence, and how he said her name made her think of very.... inappropriate things, at least until she realised that she'd fallen into his trap.

"YOU'RE FULL OF DIRTY THOUGHTS LANCE, FULL OF THEM!".

And this was a normal day at the Scarlet's Mansion.

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Every word that Mirrin spoke would've shocked Remilia to the core, if she'd been paying a bit more attention. Sure, she'd heard what Mirrin had told her, but it took her a few seconds to realise that Mirrin was crying. Remilia leaped out from her position underneath a pile of clothes, and practically tackled Mirrin, locking her in a tight hug. "Well, just so you know, I'm a Vampire as well, but something tells me that our conditions are... different. You see I'll never die no matter what. I've actually been alive for over 500 years, so I know a lot of stuff that others don't". Remilia let go of Mirrin, and pulled out a tissue from one of her pockets. She offered it to Mirrin, and locked eyes with her at the same time. "I've also noticed that you seem to have an interest in my Head Butler~". Remilia spread her wings, slowly circling Mirrin, letting her hands trace around her neck and shoulders. "Oh, and don't worry. I don't eat much, I have a light appetite... but Lance on the other hand~. He isn't a Vampire, but he gets certain.... urges, if you catch my drift, and if you want to be with him you should be able to handle them..... appropriately~". Remilia stopped just behind Mirrin, drawing his face in closer to the female's neck, her breath touching her. "So.... Miss Mirrin... would you be able to keep him..... entertained?~". Remilia's smile grew larger, and a spark appeared in her eyes. She opened her mouth, feeling Mirrin's tension grow as she leaned in.

Closer.... closer.... closer.... closer.... and then-

"Fwoooooo~".

Remilia erupted into laughter as she blew into Mirriin's ear. She flipped in the air and landed heavily in a pile of Clothing, her laughter echoing around the room.

"FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ YOU- YOU- YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS GONNA!~ BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~".

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Lance grinned slyly as he leaned in closer to his target. Her purple hair was slightly matted with sweat, her cheeks were flushed red from the fun they'd just had. Lance's eyes were alight with something best not said, and his smirk only grew wider every second as he pushed himself forward. Patchouli let out a quick gasp as he thrusted against her body.

"GOTCHA!".

Lance and Patchouli were both sent sailing into a pile of books, sending them flying around the small space around them. Lance opened his eyes, giving in to the urge to laugh like a madman, and he was fairly surprised when Patchouli did the same. "You always manage to sneak up on me so well, Lance. How?". Lance grinned. "A great Magician never reveals his secrets, Miss Knowledge. Even if the enquirer is a Witch". Lance stood, and began to wonder something. Whwat was taking Mirrin and Lady Remilia so long? "Oh well, I'm sure they're having lots of fun as well".

And thus began anew the cycle of tagging one another, this time with the Gateguard Meiling joining in.

Yes, this happens at lot in this Mansion.

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Mirrin couldn't help it, she started laughing, Remilia was certainly strange, "I'm still human you know, see the mark on my shoulder that is what gives me my power. As for your Head Butler, I may not be as old as you but I'm not in any way young, besides I really don't know how I feel about him. Part of me is tempted to hit over the head with something extremely heavy because I still cannot shake the feeling that this is at least partly his fault. The other part of me however... well let's just leave it that shall we." Mirrin walked over to the nearest pile of clothing, "You know what, it has been a really long time since I've worn a dress, Remilia I'm probably going to regret this but, you can pick out the clothes you want me to wear, just make sure I can fight in them." Mirrin knew she'd regret this decision, but this room was huge and there were clothes everywhere, she really had no idea where to start. It would be easier to let Remilia have some fun and dress her the way she wanted, despite the circumstances Mirrin was really beginning to like Remilia, sure she was a little quirky but she was a hell of a lot of fun to be around.


"BAHAHAHAHAH- wait what?". Remilia's face popped up from underneath the mound of clothes, a grin spreading over her face. "Noooo... Nooooo... No waaaay~. You want me to dress you? Eeeeeeee!~. This is gonna be so fun, we'll dress you up in a cute little skirt and try and make some of the Guys get nosebleeds!~ Teehee~". Remilia grabbed Mirrin by the wrist, lifting her up into the air and dragging her along behind her.

"Oh, and while you're at it, you might as well tell me about how the other part of you feels for my Butler. Or I might not allow it".

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Mirrin couldn't help it, she started laughing, Remilia was certainly strange, "I'm still human you know, see the mark on my shoulder that is what gives me my power. As for your Head Butler, I may not be as old as you but I'm not in any way young, besides I really don't know how I feel about him. Part of me is tempted to hit over the head with something extremely heavy because I still cannot shake the feeling that this is at least partly his fault. The other part of me however... well let's just leave it that shall we." Mirrin walked over to the nearest pile of clothing, "You know what, it has been a really long time since I've worn a dress, Remilia I'm probably going to regret this but, you can pick out the clothes you want me to wear, just make sure I can fight in them." Mirrin knew she'd regret this decision, but this room was huge and there were clothes everywhere, she really had no idea where to start. It would be easier to let Remilia have some fun and dress her the way she wanted, despite the circumstances Mirrin was really beginning to like Remilia, sure she was a little quirky but she was a hell of a lot of fun to be around.


"BAHAHAHAHAH- wait what?". Remilia's face popped up from underneath the mound of clothes, a grin spreading over her face. "Noooo... Nooooo... No waaaay~. You want me to dress you? Eeeeeeee!~. This is gonna be so fun, we'll dress you up in a cute little skirt and try and make some of the Guys get nosebleeds!~ Teehee~". Remilia grabbed Mirrin by the wrist, lifting her up into the air and dragging her along behind her.

"Oh, and while you're at it, you might as well tell me about how the other part of you feels for my Butler. Or I might not allow it".

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Remilia's smile widened, and she let go of Mirrin, letting her drop to the floor. "Oh, I have my reasons to believe that he likes you back. For one, he forced one of those roses that are outside to Bloom, even though they're not due to bloom for another hundred years from now. And he's never done that with anybody before. Oh, and do you know how annoying it is to actually make something age a hundred years in about half a second?". Remilia turned to Mirrin. "Just ask him out already, I can tell you want to. If he says no I give you permission to whack him over the head a few times, but if he does, he has a darn good reason for it. So you can do that, or just let him steer you in the right direction, of course".

Remilia's foot nudged something, and she looked down at it. She let out a squeal and snatched the object up, showing Mirrin a vest that was like Lance's, but with blue roses instead of red ones outlined. Remilia then snatched up another shit, this one a dark blue dress shirt. She threw them at Mirrin, and then she threw a skirt at her, a classic maid skirt, with a twist. Blue and grey, instead of black and white. Then she threw a pair of black knee socks at Mirrin, along with a red scarf like Lance's and a pair of black maid shoes.

"Hmm, this should cause a good nosebleed, but I'll have to have Patchy or China clean up later because you two will be off, you know-ing". Remilia turned, and was about to lead Mirrin to the changerooms when she actually realised what she said and burst into laughter. "Aaaaaahhh... I surprise myself sometimes, anyways, come on". Remilia grabbed Mirrin and the clothing, and sped to the change rooms, dropping her off just outside and pushing her in. "Go on, hurry up. I wanna see the nosebleed! Teehee!~".

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Remilia practically booted the door open and whisked Mirrin up and flew down the halls with her. "Well, of course we gotta go see Lance's reaction to your new look. You seem just like a Maid. I heard he likes Maids, but oh well~". In seconds, Remilia and Mirrin were bursting through the Library door, and onto the catwalks up above. When Remilia finally landed, she looked down and pointed. "Ooh, looks like we have another guest as well! Hey, it's that Magician!~".

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Lance took another bite of his cake. "I hope you're not here to steal anything, Thief". Lance's eyes were locked into the female sitting opposite him, her golden hair falling down under her witches hat, all the way down to her waist. "Uhm..... I, erm... heh.... Well, I actually came here t-".

"You should really return the Books you've stolen. All 57 of them, Miss Marisa".

The blond fidgeted nervously. Obviously she was in an unwanted position, considering the fact that Lance had just caught her trying to haul a sack full of book out of the Library. She wasn't happy about that, but the cake sure was delicious. "So how is your Shrine Maiden friend?".

"Oh, she's fine, really".

"How about that Party the other night? Was it any good?".

"You mean you didn't go?".

"I was.... preoccupied. Still am actually. Master L has... escaped. Again".

The sound of a plate falling to the floor filled the room.

"Y-You mean that Ps-sycho is o-out again?".

"Mhm... he isn't exactly here though. Not this Dimension anyways".

"Phew.... well, that's good to hear. Where is he anyways?".

"The Portal behind me leads to The Island, which is were I suppose he is".

"Hrmmmh".

Marisa wiped her mouth, removing a chunk of cake from her lips. "So, you need any help, or have ya got it covered?".

"I've got it under control.... kind of".

"Kind of?".

"Kind of".

"..."

"..."

"So, erm... how's your... uh... Boss?".

"Boss is a... good term, I guess. She's fine..".

"Oh... shouldn't she be bursting into the Library right now, and dragging you off to her Bedroom or something?".

"..."

"Aww, so the rumors are true, are they?".

"..."

"What, Vamp got ya tongue?".

"No, I'm just wondering how long it's going to take you to realise that there are knives in my vicinity".

"..."

"Thought so, Marisa".

Lance allowed himself to smirk. It wasn't long ago that his guest had tasted the wrath of his cutlery, and he seriously doubted she wanted to goo through that again, but suddenly, her confidence was back and a sly grin was on her face. "Hey, Butler Boy, want me to take your clothes off for ya?"

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Remilia's eyes lit up with glee. "Ooh, ooh~ Mirrin, watch this!~ She always does this, you can stop her if you want, but it's always so... stimulating when something like thats happens!~". Remilia let out a slight giggle, and licked her lips in anticipation.

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"You're no taking my shirt off, or my Vest, Pants, Underwear, show, scarf, socks, gloves, or my Necklace". Lance was leaning back in his seat with Marisa leaning over him... let's just say awkwardly, okay? Marisa had a certain spark in her eyes, and that only served to annoy Lance even more. It was like he couldn't say 'Hello' without being pounced on. He knew that Lady Remilia had something to do with it, considering that she could manipulate fate and destiny, meaning she could do this almost anytime she wanted by messing with his fate.

"And how're ya gonna stop me, Butler Boy?".

"Did I mention those knives?".

"You wouldn't hurt me.... not like this anyways".

"Are you sure you want to bet on me? You know the things that happen".

"Oh come on, loosen up a bit. Or better yet, don't~".

Lance let out a sigh of exhaustion, but then smiled at the girl on top of him. "Oh, did I mention that there's a new girl here with me, and that I feel certain ways about her? And that she might feel the same way about me? Oh, and that she's right above us, probably glaring daggers at you?".

Marisa's eyes cleared and she let out a nervous giggle, practically leaping back into her seat, brushing herself off and making herself more... appropriate, for lack of better word. Lance looked up at Mirrin, standing on the catwalks above, and thanked whatever was above them for her presence.

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Remilia sighed. "Awww, whenever there's a new girl around here that he likes, which is very rare, luckily, he doesn't indulge anymore. I mean, this IS Gensokyo for.... someone's sake! I was kinda looking forward to that though". Remilia turned to Mirrin. "We should go down there and show him your new look, oh, and by the way, stuff like this happens everyday here. Welcome to Gensokyo, Miss Mirrin!~".

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Remilia smirked, and lifted herself off of the Catwalk, landing just next to Mirrin. "Well duh, why would I miss this?~".

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Lance looked as he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and did the oddest thing. He quickly snatched a tissue out of his pocket, and held it to his nose, which was bleeding. "Sometimes I really do hate you, Milady".

Remilia laughed loudly, and slapped Mirrin on the back. "Fwaahahahahaha!~ It worked! We made him have a nosebleed!~". Lance glared daggers at Remilia, who glared right back at him. The tension in the air could be cut with - Lance's - knife (or knives, I guess xD ).

"...."

"...."

And then....

"BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The tension disappeared as Remilia leaped at Lance, locking him into a tight hug and dragging Mirrin into it as well, with Marisa, Meiling and a very tired looking Patchouli grinning evilly, and wondering what was going on, in that order.

"Oh, if that reporter was here, she'd get such a good scoop! Hahaha!".

"Please don't try and avoid the subject. If you touch my Books again I'll have Lance cut your fingers off and burn your feet to a crisp".

"Uhm, Patchouli, that's a bit...-".

"A bit WHAT?".

"Well lesse... creepy, psychotic, weird, odd, scary, slightly portrays you as someone with a limb feti-"

"NOBODY ASKED YOU ,MARISA!"

"Sheesh, sorry.... Must be that time of month again...".

"WHAT!?"

"Nothing! Honest!.. Heh...".

"So, uhm, what just happened?"

"No idea China, what DID just happen?".

"Lance is attracted to Mirrin, and when he saw her in those clothes it triggered a natural reaction of a nosebleed. It's a common signal of attraction, and that he's having some dirty thoughts".

"D-Dirty thoughts? I didn't have any dirty thoughts! Not even one! It's you who's full of them! I swear! Wait a second, who's touching my.... not gonna go there right now".

"Fufufufufufu....".

"I'm going to roast you alive for dinner, someday, Marisa".

"I'll help you, she's always stealing my Books and it's annoying".

"I bet the Reader is wondering who's saying what right now, right?".

"Meiling.... just.... what".

"What Reader?".

"The one Reading this Post on the website Roleplay Gateway, of course!".

"..."

"..."

"Oh, I get it now, I'm meant to ignore them, riiiiight~".

Meiling promptly left the room, whilst Marisa and Patchouli argued, and Mirrin, Lance and Remilia were still tangled together.

"Seriously, who's hand is on my-"

THE END

"Hey, where did that come from?"

"SHUT IT CHINA!".
"SHUSH!".
"FWAHAHA, YOU IDIOT!~".
"I'm just going to facepalm, alright?".