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Marran Yanada

I will show you fear in a handful of dust

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a character in “Denouement of a Fantasy Era”, as played by Sordin

Description



Marran Yanada
”All things will pass with time. I would like to be there for as many as I can.”



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PERSONAL INFORMATION





ImageFULL NAME
      Marran Yanada

TITLE
      The Man of The Wasteland

AGE
      39

GENDER
      Male

SPECIES
      Human

ETHNICITY
      Australian

OCCUPATION
      Drifter

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Marran is normally clad in heavy clothing and endeavors to cover as much of his body as possible. As such he normally covers his face with a hood and various scarves and he wears a long coat and leather jerkin, also he often wears bandages or rags on or around these items giving him a rather scruffy appearance. He is around 6 foot in height but augments this with his hood and thick soled boots. Despite his clothing he is of a light build and would be rather unassuming if it weren't for his strange attire.



PERSONALITY TRAITS




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      A rather somber person, Marran is highly introverted, preferring to talk to one person at a time and would never speak in front of a crowd; he tends towards isolated spots and will never open a casual conversation but will speak when spoken to. He has not been in Japan for long and his ignorance of customs and traditions is a source of anxiety for him.

      That being said in a crises or time sensitive situation he will very rarely stop to think and will often take the action that appears most appropriate at that point, even if the outcome will be less than favorable, something he would write off as “the heat of the moment.” However he is unlikely to charge into such scenarios and if given time will carefully plan out his movements though it's more likely he will revert to spontaneous action if the plan goes even slightly awry.

      Since he tends towards ruined area's or places abandoned by humanity he has a keen interest in history and if he is particularly engrossed he will follow any lead to glean information about certain ruins or settlement remains. Furthermore while he has no problem with human activity he mistrusts machines and more advanced tools, not for a lack of understanding but merely because he views older ways as better, relying on the natural order on the basis of “if it ain't broke, don't fix it.”
Uuu~

LIKES DISLIKES
Ruins Large groups
History Public speaking
Puzzles and riddles machines




COMBAT ABILITIES




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      Sand manipulation: Marran's main ability is that he can generate and manipulate sand, he can only generate it from his hands and has limited control over it. He is capable of firing it at high pressure which can blind or disorient at low pressures but could kill or wound at higher ones. Given sufficient time it is possible he could whip up a sandstorm although generating the materials on such a scale would take a lot of time without a lot of naturally occurring sand. While he has not had sufficient training he could manipulate the sands shape and density to create barriers though maintaining one would be a considerable challenge.

      Affinity for the abandoned: When in area's ruined or abandoned by human kind (E.g ruins or places where human structures once stood) Marran can detect any artifacts or items that might remain and whether others have visited recently.

      Dreaming: If secluded enough and given enough time Marran can enter a dream state, in this state he is capable of gaining clarity on his thoughts and healing from wounds, it also slows his metabolism to the point where he will require very little nourishment and can be used if he is trapped without supplies. While he is totally defenseless in this state anyone making physical contact may be pulled into the dream, though it's not difficult to exit from.

      Dust Teleport: In an extreme situation Mirran could turn himself into dust, and scatter, being blown to another location by the wind and reforming there, acting as a kind of slow teleport. However this ability is unreliable and may not take him very far at all, furthermore if some of the dust he transforms into is detained he will not be able to move very far at all. Finally, reforming himself is not an instant thing and could take hours if he is not fully concentrating.

WEAPONS/TOOLS
      Machete: A sturdy blade picked up many years ago, it is always kept sharp and serves a variety of purposes.

      Talisman: While this item has little magical power in and of itself it has sentimental value and is useful as something to focus on when performing bigger feats of magic.

STRENGTHS
      -Single minded in terms of achieving his goals. -Observant and will always take in his surroundings. -Highly agile and can move deceptively quickly despite his heavy clothing.

WEAKNESSES
      -His lack of human contact means he has difficulty forming any kind of long term relationships. -Very little regard for peoples property or possessions -Difficulty in controlling or focusing attacks meaning they can be interrupted.



BACKGROUND




FAMILY
      Alira|49|mother
      Jarrah|52|father

HISTORY
      Claiming to originate from the trackless deserts of central Australia, Marran was born to different name in an Aboriginal tribe. His father had taught him methods of self sufficiency even in the most inhospitable of area's, a talent that allowed his affinity for wastes and deserts to show. In his teens he wandered off into the sands alone, he was believed dead but returned a few nights later none the worse for wear, he was immediately taken under the wing of a local shaman and given training in the magical arts. Something which allowed his powers to bloom and gave him a positive and optimistic outlook on life, which only grew stronger as his powers developed more promise.

      However a change occurred when his mentor suggested he was ready enough to attempt a trip into the:“Deep Desert” how much of this actually transpired and how much was a hallucination is unknown but a mere few days later his mentor returned with no sign of Marran, the badly shaken man informed the tribe that they had been set upon and separated by some kind of spirit and that in all likelihood Marran was trapped, the shaman claiming that should he spend even a day more in such a place he would return mad or not at all.

      It was 2 weeks before someone was spotted wandering out of a dust storm from the north and though the person had the appearance of Marran they were significantly changed in their outlook. He was more somber and while he remarked at the beauty of the landscape he showed little of his previous love for his friends and family. Instead he warned them against the deserts and soon after he left, possibly out of fear of his family who now viewed him as possessed or possibly for a reason known only to him and what was hidden in the dunes.

      He crossed to the edges of his country visiting various settlements and learning the ways of several countries before setting off back into the desert, as he entered adulthood he began to actively seek ruined or forgotten places unable to fully break away from human life but with no wish to fully integrate. His powers being a cause of fright or even aggressive action for some. It was only a few years ago that he came across a new settlement owned by a people who told him of a country far to the north and a place where he might find others in a similar position to him. And so he traveled to Japan eventually seeking his way to Gensokyo in the hopes of finding somewhere he could truly call home.



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So begins...

Marran Yanada's Story

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Character Portrait: Reika Hakurei Character Portrait: Kiyoko momoe Character Portrait: Fujiwara no Mokou Character Portrait: Marran Yanada Character Portrait: Rumiko Lumikko Character Portrait: Suika Ibuki Character Portrait: Yukari Yakumo Character Portrait: Rin Nyasai

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Within Gensokyo,
The land is painted pink
With cherry blossoms.
The valley folk celebrate
How fleeting life truly is.

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With the arrival of spring comes the well-anticipated blooming of the cherry blossoms. Throughout the country and throughout it's history, people have been mesmerized by the sight of cherry trues in bloom, as temporary as they may be. Perhaps it's their fleetingness that draws people to them. Some people look at them and think of death, whereas others just admire they're beauty without thinking too deeply. Indeed, there must be something supernatural about them that draws people to want to do nothing but sit under them and just allow themselves to be mesmerized.

The land between the mountains, almost forgotten by society, was definitely one of such mesmerizing sights. The pink and white treetops stretched out over vast tracks of land, most heavily clustered around the high ground where only a single shrine sat. The shrine was not the only place in bloom. Thousands of flowers bordered the Misty Lake, where fairies sung and danced. The Forest of Magic was somewhat lacking in terms of blossoms, with the exception of some notable clusters, yet rare flowers that only grew in the darkest jungles could be found within these shady woods. The various fields that sat between the forests of Gensokyo were covered in flowers as well. Even the Bamboo Forest of the Lost was in full bloom, an exceedingly uncommon event that only ever occurred once every sixty years.

It seemed as if the flowers were going to take over Gensokyo. Perhaps they were making up for the disappointing blooms of last year, when consecutive heavy rain quickly ruined the cherry blossoms in a period of a few short days, leaving no time for any decent flower viewings. Perhaps it was for this reason that the humans of the village were especially rowdy this year. In times of relative peace, the village people tended to host festivals that lasted as long as the cherry blossoms did, where they'd sing, dance, recite, act, drink and have a great time while viewing the cherry blossoms. There was no real meaning to these celebrations other than to simply forget all the bad things in life and have a good time while being surrounded by a breathtaking environment, and to admire the cherry blossoms, of course.

Still, even amidst all this festivity is that unshakable feeling of suspicion and dread that one gets used to when living in Gensokyo, the feeling that at any moment, a Youkai may appear and attack you. However, thanks to recent triumphs in Youkai extermination, such as a complete clean-sweep of all Tsukumogami within the village, the villagers have been able to enjoy some peace of mind.

The Youkai, however, are in a period of unrest. With the security of the village increased, attacking the village directly seems unthinkable for any lone creature. The Youkai, for the most part, are scattered and unorganized, none of them possibly brave enough to try to cause any real incidents. The organized powers are also in unrest. In secret locations, the Youkai leaders meet to discuss their concerns for the future of Gensokyo, but it seems as if such a future is going to be a grim one.

Among disunified Youkai, festive humans and a suspicious spring does our tale start. Let us all spin the tale that puts a close to all folktales. Let this denouement begin.

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Marran dodged between a couple of people and quickly sidled into an alleyway to catch his breath, things were going from bad to worse. His original plan had been to slip into the town as early as possible to pick up some food and drink, which had gone well enough, even if the stall owners had given him some funny looks for his appearance. If he had snuck out then everything would have been fine but something had caught his attention, a merchant had been selling several beautiful scrolls he claimed to have recovered from an old temple, on reflection his story had a few holes in it but at the time Marran had been too interested to consider, it had taken more than an hour for Marran to examine the scroll in enough to detail to consider it worth buying and then a few more hours for him to be able to read through the writing and by that time the streets were thronged with people.

It was not that Marran had a particular problem with crowds but it seemed that there was some sort of festival starting up and he had never bothered to memorize the towns layout and so reaching the comfort of the forests again without bumping into anyone was nigh impossible. Even then they may just let him pass but the little he understood of this village seemed to indicate that they had some kind of issue with the local spirits which may lead to out of place looking people being asked pointed questions, especially if were heading out towards the woods.

Marran sighed and slumped into a sitting position and tried to fight off the fatigue that had crept up on his body in the last few minutes. His dreams had been getting far more vivid recently and in the past few days he had started having strange bouts of sleepiness. The town most likely had a herbalist or medicine man he could speak to but once again that sort of thing would lead to unnecessary questions, it was better to wait it out. Besides the content of his dreams had not taken a turn for the worse, his parents had told him a lot of stories about what might come for him in dreams and such stories still loomed large in his fears.

He looked towards the end of the alleyway and glared at the people walking past, trying to determine of their was enough of a lull for him to make his way back to the forest. In the end he decided there wasn't, perhaps when this festival or holiday really got going there would be enough pedestrians around to confuse or escape any inquisitive people, until then he could try and at least locate the herbalists, things rarely got better before they got worse.

Gathering himself up and pulling his hood down to shield his eyes from the sun, he set out into the street.

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Character Portrait: Marran Yanada Character Portrait: Rumiko Lumikko

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Rumiko wandered into the town, wearing her usual disguise as traveling monk (including a face-concealing hat). Much as she hated hiding her radiance from everyone, it was necessary to not draw undue attention to herself. She didn't want any undesirables attempting to pursue her or any even-less-desirables cluing in to the fact that she was a yokai and trying to cause trouble.

She played her bamboo flute as she walked down the road, keeping an eye out for any... attractive humans... upon whom she might exercise her wiles... or at the very least, anything the street vendors were selling that might be worth a steal. It wasn't the most secure living a person could make, but it was mostly free of worry... Rumiko mused that she might actually be starting to take this enlightenment thing seriously as something more than a disguise.

She kept walking as Marran dashed into the street, bumping into him and throwing off her tune.
"Oy, watch it, idiot," she grunted at him. Probably not the most in-character thing for a Buddhist beggar to say, but she let her impulses get the better of her.

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Character Portrait: Fujiwara no Mokou Character Portrait: Marran Yanada Character Portrait: Rumiko Lumikko

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Fujiwara no Mokou lay there motionless among the scorched remains of the bamboo forest around her. She could not move nor could she speak for the familiar agonizing pains of death that shot through her body the moment her opponent vaporized her had paralyzed her completely upon her resurrection. 'Damn that Kaguya. That's another win for her.' Mokou stared up at the starry night sky and she noticed that the smell of burnt bamboo was uncomfortably overwhelming. She would have to deal with it for awhile longer. Soon she would be able to move again once her body recovered. How long had it been since this began? A few hundred years or so? Though Mokou could not remember when she and Kaguya Houraisan began their days of "killing" each other she could clearly recall the first day they were reunited like it was yesterday. Since then day in and day out, Mokou and Kaguya had been at it for at least three hundred years. To be honest, it wasn't a bad way to spend your time. But most importantly whenever she fought Kaguya, Mokou believed that that's when she would fell the most "alive". Maybe that's why they were doing this constantly. By fighting and killing each other and coming so close to the "death" both desired so much helped them remember what it was like to be mortal again.

"By dying we live. By killing we are reminded what it felt like to be 'alive'."

A soft gentle voice piped up somewhere nearby. Kaguya Houraisan, who had been quietly sitting on the ground a bit away from Mokou, chuckled and gave Mokou a mocking grin. "It seems as though I win again, Mokou."

"What are you doing still here? I thought you had left." Mokou who had now regained control of at least her neck and head turned towards the Lunar Princess. Though once her eyes rested on Kaguya, Mokou could now see why she had stayed. The Princess was propped up against a few bamboo stalks, that seemed to have survived Mokou's inferno, but the whole right side of her body was incinerated down to the bone. It was a horrifying sight to behold but by now, these gruesome injuries had become amusing to the two. Mokou let out a small laugh of triumph and sneered at the disheveled Kaguya.

"Your saying you won in that state? Did I accidentally fry the whole right half of your brain as well? You can't even move!"

"Well unlike you, my body actually stayed intact after the fight so I am claiming it as my win." Kaguya retorted calmly.

"Tch....." Mokou turned her head away from Kaguya and looked to the stars above after realizing the woman was right. "Whatever."

"Say... Mokou?" Kaguya called to her.

"What?"

"Did you ever once in your past think that if you were to spend an eternity with someone that you would be doing this sort of thing? Fighting with them and hating them for the rest of your days?"

As Mokou gazed at the starry sky, she pondered Kaguya's question.

"When I was mortal... I never dreamed that Immortality would be something like this. If I had known.... I would've never taken that stupid abomination you called an Elixir back then."

"So your saying that this is all my fault?" Kaguya asked softly.

"Of course it is! Why else do you think I hate you so much? For the suffering you brought to the countless men of Japan including my father! You ruined us. And for what? Personal amusement? I don't even know. All I know is that I will continue to hate you for the rest of my days and there is nothing you can do to change that...."

"But who was it that made you drink the elixir?"

Mokou didn't say a word. Kaguya sighed and turned her eyes to the stars as well. "You haven't changed even one bit, Mokou."

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Character Portrait: Marran Yanada Character Portrait: Rumiko Lumikko

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Marran had pulled his hood down over his eyes so he didn't see the person until he'd already walked into them. He'd met a few monks in his time and this person looked pretty similar, though the way they were dressed indicated that anonymity was more of a priority, then again that was hardly a fair accusation considering what he was wearing. Their retort aswell didn't quite fit with his idea of what monks usually said but at this point Marran was far too flustered to think it over, true enough they might just let him be about his business if he walked off but it would probably be prudent to at least try and be friendly.

"Very sorry about that, didn't notice where I was going. My apologies." Marran took a few steps back as he said this just in case he needed to bolt, he was getting a terrible feeling that something was wrong and the fact he couldn't quite place it was nagging at him, perhaps it really hadn't been worth coming into the village at all. Marran tried to give a reassuring smile before realizing his mouth was covered, with any luck this monk wouldn't ask any awkward questions.

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Character Portrait: Fujiwara no Mokou Character Portrait: Marran Yanada Character Portrait: Rumiko Lumikko Character Portrait: Suika Ibuki

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The air of the village was thick, but not just with festivity. People of all classes mingled together. The village may have had been slow to wake, but as time went on, things got busier and busier. Performers played frequently on stages throughout the day, but the merchants were slow to set up their stands. Those that were early wanted to appeal to those who were up and about around noon. Flower viewing festivals usually were rather calm throughout the day and only as it got dark did people get much more rowdy. Still, during the noon, there tended to be a rather large influx of people. This was mainly due to the fact that it was around noon that farmers were getting off of their rice fields, but bright skies, cool breezes and the fact that people were pretty much all awake by then were all contributing factors.

With the streets becoming progressively busier, somehow, the atmosphere became progressively thicker. Perhaps it was simply the festive mood of many people getting together, or maybe it was the noise. Or maybe it was the mysterious mist that seemed to have gathered throughout the village. It was thin and pretty much unnoticeable, as well as not an uncommon occurrence in the village, despite how unusual it was. Most believed it was simply the fog that had blown off of the Misty Lake a few kilometers away, or possibly spores that blew in from the Forest of Magic less than a kilometer away, or most simply, dust kicked up by large amount of foot traffic. After all, it was only thicker depending on how many people were gathered in one place at one time.

However, this mist was no mere dust. After all, no dust could possibly have such a suspicious presence. While it was almost always ignored, there were those that could sense it, or otherwise sense a mysterious presence around them. Most waved it off as a sort of paranoia, but this paranoia did tend to keep people on guard. The humans of the village were always used to keeping their guard up, after all. An air of tension like this was always a reminder that there was some external threat that could harm them at any moment.

What many failed to realize, however, that the threat itself was the mist.

Suika watched over the many humans of the village, watching them about as they went through their days. Being able to thinly spread herself throughout the village, she could keep tabs on just about everybody. She watched as a merchant scolded his disciple for the damaging of a tea bowl and it's stand, as well as a servant dancing for his master, hiding the fact that he's been hunting badgers, as well as a hooded figure made his way down the streets, only to get into a collision in a travelling monk, as well as what appeared to be a big commotion.

It appeared that two men were carrying a Norimono, a hand-carried personal transport vehicle, while they were being escorted by several village guards, including a woman sporting a samurai's robes and weapons on her hip who was calling for the crowds to disperse. People around them were shouting out at the men, telling them to go back. Some of Suika was gathered around here, curious at to what was going on. Cries rang out through the streets; "Dispel the demons! Out with the Youkai! Bring that monster away from here!" So, it was more than obvious that a Youkai was being escorted. Suika was going to investigate further, when a bird's cry caught her attention.

A black figure flew high in the sky, giving off a strange cry. It had the appearance of a bird, but closer inspection would reveal that it was much larger than an ordinary bird, and of an unusual form. It circled above the village, crying it's strange, shrill cries, before suddenly diving into the trees outside the village. Suika sighed in her head. There was no doubt that the unusual creature was anything but one of the Tengu messengers, of which took the appearance of anthropomorphic crows. A Tengu's role in mountain society was easily distinguishable by their appearance. For example, the classical red-faced long-nosed ones tended to bureaucratic matters and were rarely seen by outsiders, while Tengu taking on white wolf-like appearances were guards. A Tengu messenger being sent all the way to the village was probably only looking for one person, and there was only one person who would possibly be sending a message.

Outside of the village, Suika found the messenger, dressed in long white robes, as well as a tokin hat with pom-poms that hung from it. All typical clothing articles of nearly all Tengu. A scroll hung at her side. She sat within a cherry tree, waiting for her recipient to arrive, as she wouldn't dare enter the village. Her great big black wings seemed to have disappeared somehow. She did seem to already be aware of Suika's presence, despite how thin it was. Gradually, Suika began to reintegrate herself, what appeared to be black dust quickly gathering itself into one form, until Suika finally materialized from it, lying on another branch within the same tree, taking a great big drink from her gourd. The Tengu was quick to begin speaking, but Suika put up a hand to pause her.

"Ahh~," Suika gasped after a good ten seconds of chugging, "That's good sake." She brought her hand to her chin, as if to consider it. "Sake under the cherry blossoms is definitely the best." Suika took a glance at the rather antsy looking Tengu (although, all crow Tengu were antsy) and wondered what she was doing there. Suika had temporarily forgotten about the Tengu's presence altogether when she was enjoying her sake. "So... What are you doing here?"

"Well," the Tengu responded somewhat impolitely, "I've got a message for Suika Ibuki-" "That's me," Suika interrupted. The Tengu rolled her eyes, another impolite gesture, before continuing, "... I've got a message from Hoshiguma-Douji." "Yuugi, huh?" Suika took another big drink from her gourd. Yuugi had been becoming increasingly strict as of lately, sometimes even refusing Suika's offers to drink. Suika wasn't at all fond of Yuugi's constant badgering and nagging over supposedly important issues and responsibilities. Therefore, Suika's been making it a point to be absent from her place on the mountain. Though, it's not as if Suika has been ignoring Yuugi or anything. Even today, Suika offered Yuugi to join her in flower viewing, but she refused because supposedly Suika had to be the representative of the Oni for the big meeting between the Youkai powers. Usually such meetings were accompanied by great feasts afterward, but as of late, the Youkai powers seem to have all become sticks in the mud.

The Tengu messenger opened up the scroll at her side and began to read at a rushed pace; "Suika where the hell are you you're supposed to be at this damn meeting this shit is too important for you to to be skipping seeing as this concerns the reputation of the Oni you better not be drinking your ass off in the village you better get here right now or else I will beat you so hard you won't be able to reintegrate straight." The Tengu read the entire thing tonelessly and without punctuation, losing the intended voice behind the message. Suika chuckled after taking a swig. "There's Yuugi's famed civility for you," she said without an obvious sarcastic tone.

"Uh, there's more," the Tengu continued, "I feel I should mention the suspicious figure has come here again and-" "Wait!" Suika interrupted, "Slow down a bit, your voice is giving me a headache." The Tengu continued, but at a more controlled pace, suddenly remembering what punctuation was, "...and although she seems awfully strange, I personally think we should give serious consideration toward what she says. Otherwise, we may have to resort to the plan that I suggested before, regardless of your reservations against it. End message." Suika sloshed her drink around in her gourd thoughtfully before taking a huge gulp.

"Ahh~" Suika was grinning, "Alright, messenger, I've got a message for 'ya. Listen close." "I'm listenin'," The Tengu said, reaching for a satchel at her side for a brush and ink. "No, listen really close," Suika gestured over to herself. The Tengu leaned in, close enough that she could smell Suika's alchohol-soaked breath. Suika spoke in a low voice, her pace inconsistent and some words slurred, causing the Tengu to ask her to repeat parts. "You'd make a bad reporter with an attention span like that," Suika mentioned at one point.

"Ayaya~!" The Tengu exclaimed, "All of them?" Suika chuckled and nodded. The Tengu was absolutely ecstatic. "That's, that's downright insane! That's absolutely, positively, ludicrously diabolical! Abso-posi-lutely! This plan, it most certainly sounds... exciting! That's what it is, yeah! It's so horrible, yet so, so amazing! I, I'll go deliver this message immediately! Lord Tenma will be happy to hear this! Except, what will Hoshiguma-doji think? Can we really handle such a task."

"Don't worry about it," Suika assured her, "In fact, don't tell her. This is confidential information between you, I and your boss. Yuugi'll figure it out for herself soon enough. You're the fastest of the Tengu, right? Hurry up then! Gather the Tengu! We shall begin this party when the sun falls under the mountains, when death is upon us."

"Gotcha, we'll be here in a flash!" Suddenly, great big black wings sprouted from the Tengu's back, and she instantly took into the sky, bursting out of the cherry tree with petals flying in her wake. The breeze got stronger as she cried out her strange call. Suika decided to sit for a bit to enjoy her surroundings, before dissipating into a thin mist once more.

As she spread herself thinly across the village, she began to gather them together. By night, all the humans were going to witness a great spectacle. A night parade of a hundred demons!

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Marran breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the monk wandered off, it was highly doubtful he'd get lucky like that a second time, he needed to get out of the village and he needed to do it soon. Marran began dodging between alleys again trying to find the usual road he used to get in and out but that plan was quickly abandoned, there were just far too many people. He'd have to take a different route and loop around.

It took a few minutes of aimless wandering mixed with occasionally maneuvering around those here for the festivities, but Marran found a road leading out that had barely anybody on it, while he was eager to get back to his camp in the forest, he'd just spotted something. A little way in front of him was what appeared to be an enormous grove, possibly a forest in its own right, made out of those strange cylindrical plants that grew in this country, it took him a few moments before he remembered that it was referred to as "bamboo", so far he had been trying to stick to familiar terrain but the bamboo forest looked no more or less inviting than the place he had made camp. He had the rest of the day so surely a quick wander around to examine the local area wouldn't hurt.

Marran shouldered his pack and checked the position of the sun, the bamboo looked reasonably thick but if he kept an eye on the suns position and remembered the direction he walked it was almost certain he wouldn't get lost. Whistling tunelessly to himself he set off into the forest.

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Character Portrait: Fujiwara no Mokou Character Portrait: Marran Yanada

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Marran was beginning to get the horrible impression that he was lost. He had been Pretty certain of his location for a few minutes but after that the path had begun to twist and turn wildly and he'd been robbed of all sense of direction. At first this hadn't seemed so bad, the forest was pretty enough and couldn't be that large, if he continued to follow the path it would have to go somewhere. That conclusion had been reached half an hour ago and now he was certain of the magic in this place. What was even stranger though was his normally acute sense for abandoned areas was telling him nothing, leading him either to the distressing conclusion that either very few people used this path or he had been cut off from the normal world. Either way it did not bode well for the rest of the day. He was not quite on the verge of desperation but the fact that the forest itself had endeavoured to get him lost was an alien thought and while he was curious the possibility of being lost in literally hostile terrain was not very pleasing.

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Character Portrait: Fujiwara no Mokou Character Portrait: Marran Yanada

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Rays of the morning sun flitted through the open window of one of the large bedrooms in the massive mansion very few knew as Eintei. Located deep within the Bamboo Forest of the Lost only a lucky few have even caught a glimpse of it and no human has ever confirmed its existence. A few rumors were sprinkled among the people of the human village but none were able to say for sure that it was really there. Fujiwara no Mokou grumbled as the morning light played across her closed eyelids forcing her to roll over uncomfortably onto her side waking her from her deep sleep. Blinking the sleepiness away from her eyes she stared at the tall ceiling of the bedroom. 'Where am I?' she sat up trying to remember what had happened after her fight with Kaguya the night before.

"Ahh your finally awake, Mokou." A voice sounded from somewhere nearby and Mokou turned her head to see it was none other than Eirin Yagokoro, who was the medical genius as well as one of the residents of Eintei. A Lunarian like Kaguya, Eirin had been serving the Lunar princess for centuries and she was still much of a mystery to Mokou. Though a servant to her sworn enemy, Mokou respected Eirin and appreciated her services after her bloody fights with Kaguya. "I have some clothes here for you since your old ones... well... were done away with last night after Lady Kaguya delivered the final blow to you." Eirin motioned to the side of the bed where a simple plain white kimono lay. "It is one of Lady Kaguya's spares."

The kimono, though colorless and plain was a surprisingly blinding white nonetheless beautiful in its own way. Though Mokou preferred her rather boyish attire, she didn't hate kimonos. She just preferred how easily she could move around in her overalls and shirt. But to think she would be wearing Kaguya's clothes made her hesitate. Eirin seemed to notice Mokou's thought process and sighed. "There really isn't anything else I would offer to you. Besides, she hasn't worn that in ages. Unless you'd rather run around out there with just those wrappings on."

Mokou noticed that she was not completely naked but there were soft cloth wrappings wound tightly around her chest but that was all. "Its not as if anyone is going to stumble through here and see me." She grumbled.

Eirin shrugged. "Suit yourself. Stay as long as you'd like but again I'll warn you -" Eirin suddenly turned very serious and her facial expression was terrifyingly blank. "If I find you and Lady Kaguya fighting within the house there will be hell to pay.... For the BOTH of you."

Mokou gulped. There weren't many beings on this planet that could intimidate her but there was something about this certain Lunarian that sent chills down her spine when she got serious. She remembered the first time Eirin had found Mokou and Kaguya fighting within the walls of Eintei and shivered at the thought. That woman was something else. Mokou sighed and picked up the kimono. She could just burn it when she got home. Putting on Kaguya's clothes for a few hours wouldn't kill her. Slipping it on, she found the "obi", which was the sash that tied around her waist, on the ground nearby. It was a very dark black and Mokou tied it into a crude, sloppy knot. She decided to make her way back to her small home nearby not wanting to see Kaguya after her humiliating defeat.

Though the mansion was massive in size, it was not hard to navigate after a few times being there. Throughout the mansion, youkai rabbits where scurrying about preparing for the day ahead preforming various chores here and there. These Yokukai were usually very peaceful and had made a home here in Eintei serving Kaguya and Eirin protecting them from intruders.

After a few minutes of wandering about the mansion, Mokou finally found herself at the main entrance leading back into the deepest parts of the Bamboo Forest of the Lost. She shifted around in her kimono uncomfortably and looked down at herself. Without her paper charms that she usually used to tie up her hair, her off white hair flowed freely almost touching the ground. Combined with her sharp red eyes she looked like a vengeful spirit out to search for lost human souls to feed off of. She chuckled. If anyone saw her now they no doubt would mistake her for a youkai. But she hadn't seen a lost human wander into the forest for quite some time now and the possibility of one turning up now while she looked like this was very low. Though as Mokou set off into the dark forest she was still unaware of the unlucky traveler who had gotten himself into quite the predicament nearby.

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Marran had been stuck in this odd forest for what felt like hours, the high tall stalks of the bamboo plant formed a thick canopy above him and aside from a slight dappling of light over the forest floor there was almost no indication of the sun above. The fact that there were also no distinguishable landmarks meant that he felt totally marooned, but even so the passage of time was still weighing on his mind. When the sun went down this forest would be pitch black and finding his way back at that point would be even harder than it already seemed to be.

It was only a few minutes later that Marran heard someone else walking, he crouched down quickly hoping that they hadn't heard him and tried to locate where the noise had come from. After carefully maneuvering through the thick bamboo stems he saw someone or something else on another path. They had extraordinarily long hair and had piercing red eyes. Marran paused for a second as he tried to remember the name of the robe she was wearing before the word "Kimono" came to mind. He had extreme doubts that this was a normal human and the general consensus among the local humans was that the spirits should be feared and avoided, on the other hand Marran was incredulous enough to think that some hysteria might tinge such discussions so he shuffled closer.

After a few moments more thought he decided to chance it, he'd spent far too long wandering this damnable forest and he was not going to let potential help wander past. So he coughed to announce his presence and stood up. "Excuse me."

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Tall stalks of bamboo towered above Fujiwara no Mokou as the immortal girl made her way through the dark forest. Through years of wandering these confusing twists and turns Mokou had learned and memorized each little path through the entire forest which would be impossible for any mortal to successfully navigate through. Her bare feet made no noise against the ground which was covered with fallen foliage and she could sense the presences of the many dangerous youkai lurking in the darkness around her. Through her many centuries of living here the beings that also made their home here knew she was not some simple human that they would prey on. If anything, Mokou could easily take down anything that dared get in her way and many naive youkai had met their end by her hands thinking they could land and easy kill.

Mokou sighed and shifted uncomfortably in the white kimono that Eirin had given her. The clothing was a bit restricting and Mokou was impatient to get back to her home to change back into something that she could move more freely in. Though it was still quite away to her small hut and Mokou wished that Eirin would've have just brought her to her place instead of bringing her all the way to Eintei. Though as Mokou's thoughts wandered to what she would have to eat tonight she sensed an unfamiliar presence nearby watching her. Was it a new youkai preying on her? No... She would've have noticed that quite awhile ago that were the case. By the feel of it Mokou decided that another human had wandered into the forest. How long ago did a human find their way here? It had been quite some time ago, Mokou remembered, and she began to make her way towards the unfamiliar presence. She sighed once again. Did she really have to take the human all the way back in these clothes? They were already getting unbearably uncomfortable and she wondered if she should go to her house before she went and "rescued" the lost human. She shook her head. He would be dead before Mokou found him again. The forest was unforgiving and merciless and it was only a matter of time before he was attacked by a hostile youkai. "Ughh.... Maybe I could just stop by my house before I brought him back." She thought a loud to herself. But Mokou had always been uncomfortable bringing strangers to her home. The only ones who really had visited were Kaguya, Eirin and a few of the youkai rabbits. Mokou decided she would worry about that later. Right now, that human was in danger and she could not leave him out there any longer.

After a few more minutes of walking Mokou finally caught sight of the wandering human. From what she could see he definitely wasn't from around here. His entire body was covered with random bandages and scarves which made it impossible to see any of his features. He wore a long cloak and a hood was draped over his covered face and Mokou could not believe he could wear that sort of thing in this humid weather. Perhaps he was used to the heat.

As she approached him however, Mokou hoped that he would not be frightened by her appearance and she decided to immediately tell him she meant him no harm. But to her surprise, he greeted her right off the bat with a polite, "Excuse me."

She knew that he had noticed her first but his reaction to a strange woman suddenly appearing in these dangerous woods was surprisingly calm and collected. Mokou decided not to think on it.

"Not to bad. By the way you greeted some strange woman appearing out of nowhere in a forest like this, you might not even need my help after all." she joked.

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The woman seemed to be surprised at the way Marran had greeted her, similarly her rather jovial response seemed to indicate that she wasn't hostile, at least not overtly so, besides which it would be pretty impossible to get him more lost than he currently was so it seemed unlikely she was an enemy. Still Marran was nothing if not cautious so he considered his response before he spoke.

"By help you mean finding the exit to this forest? I'm afraid I'm not a local so the layout of this wood has confused me but your assistance would be most welcome."

The stranger did not seem likely to be a villager so he judged she might not have a negative response to him not being from the area, besides which his attire would would make such a fact obvious. And even then if she viewed foreigners with suspicion her wariness might make her more cooperative or at least make her reconsider any hostile thoughts should she harbor them.

As he spoke Marran took the opportunity to examine the woman more closely, her strange hair and red eyes seemed most likely to be natural though not common in the humans he'd met. On the other hand her behavior and looks didn't seem to quite match up with his mental impression of what spirits and gods looked like either. Then again he had a frustrating lack of information about the local spirits, which the villagers referred to as "Youkai". Their information seemed to be either entirely fantastical, garbled, second hand or tinged with hysteria; but Youkai, human or something else entirely was fine by him as long as they could help him out of this forest.

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"By help you mean finding the exit to this forest? I'm afraid I'm not a local so the layout of this wood has confused me but your assistance would be most welcome." The lost stranger responded politely to Mokou.

So she assumed correctly that he was not from around here. Now extremely curious where he came from, Mokou decided she could ask him about that later. One of the things she enjoyed escorting lost humans was making conversation with new faces since Kaguya and her subjects were really the only beings she saw on a regular basis.

"Well, I guess you could say its my part time job taking care of humans who get lost in these woods, such as yourself. So I'll be more than happy to." Mokou turned and motioned for the stranger to follow her. "By the way, we're going to have to make a slight detour to my place if you don't mind but then we will be on our way and I'll have you back at the human village before nightfall."

Mokou was glad she had found this man before any youkai gave him trouble. At the moment she could feel the eyes of many dangerous beings glaring at her from out of the darkness hoping for a chance to snag the foreign human from under her nose. But Mokou was ready to incinerate anything that jumped out from the mysterious forest and now that she had finally found the lost human, he was completely safe from any harm. Though Mokou couldn't help but notice that the youkai were much more daring this evening. Usually they would never get this close to her that she could make out their faint figures dashing back and forth through the bamboo stalks. They were getting much more aggressive lately but Mokou could not put her finger on the reason why. No matter. No matter how daring or aggressive they got, they stood no chance against the immortal girl.

"My name is Fujiwara no Mokou by the way. You can call me Mokou if you like." Mokou began to head through the trees towards her small home. "Stay close to me. We'll be there in a couple minutes."

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Marran immediately fell into step behind Mokou, the fact that she had a house in these woods perplexed him. If this place was truly magical then she would require an enormous amount of power to bend the pathways to her whim, either that or she had some kind of subtle connection to this place. If It really was her job to guide out lost humans then perhaps she also acted as a guardian for the forest and it gave her free travel in return. The idea of being able to make such a deal was exceedingly intriguing for Marran but he reigned his curiosity in, most likely he would get more answers at her house.

"I call myself Marran and you have my gratitude for acting as a guide, I had not expected this forest to be quite so wily.

However Marran was still paranoid about the possibility of a trap, then again from what he had gathered the people of this land set great store by politeness and attacking someone you had offered hospitality to was most likely a very unethical act, perhaps the local spirits operated with similar rules. In any case his curiosity was getting the better of him so he decided to ask the question that was at the top of his mind.

"Please forgive me if this is an impertinent question but are you what the villagers refer to as Youkai? I have had few encounters with them myself and they appear far removed from the spirits and avatars of my own land."

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Marran..... So that was his name. Mokou had never heard of a name like that before. Though living for centuries now, she had never really set foot out of Japan and since she lived a few centuries in isolation from any human contact, she never really met anyone who wasn't Japanese before. Where did he come from and why was he even here in Gensokyo of all places? Many questions about this strange man ran through Mokou's mind as she led him towards her home. More so, why did he end up in the Bamboo Forest? Mokou decided that all her questions could be asked later. They still had a ways to go before they left for the Human Village anyways. Mokou led Marran through the forest without saying anything for quite awhile. Though she loved listening to the stories of the humans that got lost here, she never really spoke of herself openly unless asked questions. In her mind, any story she would have to tell would be way to long for anyone to hear for the short time it took to bring them back to the human village and she decided it would be best to just answer simple questions than to elaborate on her very extensive past.

Though after a few minutes of silence, Marran spoke up and asked Mokou, ""Please forgive me if this is an impertinent question but are you what the villagers refer to as Youkai? I have had few encounters with them myself and they appear far removed from the spirits and avatars of my own land."

Mokou had to chuckle at the question. According to official definition of a "youkai" that the humans had made over the years, Mokou could officially be considered a youkai. She definitely was not a human but yet she was not fully youkai. What was she really? Mokou never really pondered that question and the thought puzzled her.

"A youkai? I'm not to sure if you would call me a youkai but I definitely am not human."

Just to make her point Mokou opened her hand and a small ball of flame ignited right above her palm.

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As they continued to push through the bamboo on the way to Mokou's house Marran began to tune up his senses, trying to detect any hint of ruins or abandoned places; but he found nothing. It was certainly strange that a forest this close to the village appeared to have been left alone for so long, it could meant that perhaps this place had been enchanted for longer than the village had been there? It was certainly an intriguing mystery, this entire area certainly seemed to be teeming with spirits and other magical creatures. Perhaps there was a source to it all, some kind of magical wellspring that meant the abundance of such creatures, it was certainly a compelling thought.

Mokou replied to his question and as if to illustrate her point she conjured a flame above her palm. Marran examined it for a moment, either the flame was entirely magical or she had used magic to conjure and sustain a flame, the second one was by and large easier but it was close enough to burn her, so perhaps she had some kind of natural fireproofing?

"I personally would not judge a persons humanity on such things."

Marran held up his right hand a small disk of sand began to form, spinning gently for a moment before snaking it way through his fingers and falling to the ground.

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"I personally would not judge a persons humanity on such things."

Mokou watched as Marran displayed his own form of sand sorcery. Interesting, so he wasn't as helpless as she thought. No matter. These forests were merciless. Even if you were able to fend for yourself against the dangerous youkai wandering here one would no doubt die from exhaustion or starvation before they manage to find their way out of the bamboo forest.

Mokou shrugged. "I guess in a place like this you'd expect humans to have some sort of knowledge of magic. You'll get a lot of that around here." She turned away from him and stared into the dense forest. "Though we have to get moving. The evening is drawing to a close and we don't want to stay out after nightfall. We're already very close to my home so it won't be long before-...."

Mokou stopped mid sentence as she sensed movement behind her. It couldn't be. Before she knew it, a dark figure had lunged out of the darkness towards Marran who had his back turned. Without any sort of warning Mokou threw out her hand and the small ball of flame that was still resting in the center of her palm exploded into a pillar of fire which she aimed straight at the creature that had jumped out at Marran. Her flames barely missed the top of his head as their attacker was incinerated in mid jump right above Marran.

"Tch...." Mokou was confused. Right before the creature had been blown away by her attack she caught a glimpse of what it was. It wasn't even a youkai that had attacked them. It was a normal wolf who had tried to make a meal out of her companion. Mokou knew that the animals here were aggressive but even then none had dared to attack her so randomly. Her eyes shifted to another movement to her right. Again? This time Mokou took action before anything could jump out and sent another blazing inferno into the forest. A loud cry of pain shot out but was instantly cut short as another wolf fell victim to Mokou's flames. What was going on here? One she could understand, but another attacking right after?

"We have to keep moving. There's something wrong with this picture. Stay close."

And with that, Mokou took off running as fast as she could into the forest towards their destination. Well.... As fast as her clothing would allow her to. Again she cursed the restricting kimono she wore. Under normal circumstances she would have simply stayed to kill anything that jumped out at them from the darkness but this time was different. She had no clue what possessed these two to attack but whatever it was, she didn't want to take any chances with Marran here.

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Marran whipped his head around as something leapt for it and was just as quickly swatted by a fireball. It happened quickly enough that he didn't have time to judge whether the thing that had tried to attack him was Youkai or an animal however given the urgency in his companions voice it didn't seem to matter either way and he began to run, drawing level with her. He guessed that she could run faster than this but her clothing seemed to hampering her, in any case if these things could be hurt by fire then sand should also suffice. As he ran Marran splayed his palms and begin to fill the air behind them with a haze of dust. While it wouldn't physically stop anything getting a load of sand straight in the eyes and mouth was certainly going to slow down, disorientate or choke anything stupid enough to attack from behind and with enough time he could thicken it enough stop any overzealous attackers.

As they ran Marran kept a close watch on the woods ahead of them, attempting to work out the location of her home but either the bamboo stems were too thick or the house was not lit because he couldn't make out anything up ahead aside from more bamboo, but he trusted Mokou to at least know the location of her own home and so asked the second question at the top of his mind.

"I didn't see what attacked us, Youkai of some kind?"

He'd encountered violent spirits before but they'd tended to shy away from those with the power to fight back. It could be some kind of animal but it would have to be exceedingly vicious to keep up the chase after having two of their number burned alive.

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Mokou sprinted as fast as she could through the dense bamboo stalks with Marran close behind. Though they had dealt with two of the wolves already, Mokou could sense their numbers growing as they ran. This definitely was not right. Mokou had never seen a normal wolf pack attack her out of the blue before. Her presence alone was enough to keep the wild beasts at bay but this was totally different. It was almost as if they were being controlled.....

"I didn't see what attacked us, Youkai of some kind?" Marran's voice interrupted her train of thought.

"You could say that."

Mokou was to focused to give an explanation but now she believed she had her culprit. After a few more minutes of sprinting, Mokou noticed that the bamboo was thinning. They were coming close to the clearing where her house was located. She needed to get out of these woods and out into the open if she was going to do any fighting. Without warning the two burst through the bamboo and sure enough they now found themselves in an open area of dirt and soft grass. Quite a ways away was Mokou's house made from wood and clay resembling a traditional Japanese home.

"There.... We need to get inside before-...."

"Ahhh so this is where you live? Unfortunately for you, I'm not about to let our two tasty treats escape. That would not be good at all. Not... At... All....."

Once again, Mokou was interrupted but not by Marran this time. There standing in front of them was someone Mokou did not recognize. She was a small girl, looking to be no older than ten years old with extremely long pitch black hair that barely grazed the ground behind her ankles. Her most distinguishing features though were the two dark grey wolf like ears sprouting from the top of her head as well as the long grey tail that swung back and forth behind her knees. Mokou stared in disbelief. Was THIS the youkai that had been the cause of all this? By the looks of it, this youkai had only turned into one quite recently or else she definitely would've have at least recognized Mokou who had been a resident of the Bamboo Forest probably for much longer than any of the others who lived here.

Mokou chuckled and eyed the young wolf youkai. "You actually had me thinking that you were something A LOT more.... menacing, I have to give you that. But you really should run along now. It would be unwise to mess with strangers you don't know in this forest."

The small girl blinked and cocked her head sideways in confusion. "Do you not see the situation your in right now? I don't think you should be talking so high and mighty considering your about to die, human." And just to make her point, the wolf youkai leaned her head back, took a big breath (and huffed and puffed and blew Mokou's house down - JUST KIDDING XD) and let out a loud howl that reverberated through the dense bamboo forest.

"Tch...." Mokou covered her ears and winced. It was unbearably loud and she felt as if her head was splitting. How could such a little girl make so much noise?

Though after a few seconds, she finished and turned her eyes toward Marran and Mokou once again with a menacing grin spread across her face. "I'll make you regret what you said, Human. Oh, don't worry I won't kill you that quickly. I like to play with my food."

From all sides of the clearing Mokou could see numerous shadow appearing from the forest. First there were twenty. Then forty. Then sixty wolves that began spewing out into the large clearing. Slowly they came. Calmly and composed as if they had been tamed for years. All this for two humans? It wasn't just about catching a mid day snack anymore. This little youkai was simply showing off. Though as many as there were, Mokou still had to laugh. This was a joke. They were still normal wolves and even in numbers like these they had no chance against her. She even had Marran to back her up. She did not know the extent of his abilities but he definitely knew how to fend for himself. But as Mokou was working up a plan on how they should go about this she realized she herself could take care of this in an instant. Turning to Marran, Mokou asked, "Hey... Can that sand of yours protect you from my flames? Its going to get a bit hot here in a second."