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STATS
» NAME: Patchouli Knowledge
» FANDOM: Touhou Project
» CANON POINT: Post Hisoutensouku
» AGE: Physically a young woman, literally over a century
» GENDER: Female
» ORIENTATION: Touhou does not give any canon indication of its characters having sexuality. Subjects of relationships and sexuality never come up. Their orientations are therefore left entirely open to interpretation.
» COLLAR: A small lavender ribbon.

KINKS
» YES: Open to must anything. PM for details, please.
» MAYBE: Dubcon, etc
» NO: Bathroom kinks, noncon, ageplay, hardcore bdsm
» PAIRING PREFERENCES: None

( EXTENDED PROFILE )

CONTACT
» OOC JOURNAL:

gonsai
» AIM/PLURK/OTHER: aim = gonsaifong
» EMAIL: n/a

( spell )

... It's honestly been some time since I've received something in the post. With all of my spells returned to me, as well as my wardrobe and a great number of my books, I had figured I would not need anything else...

The envelope is filled with photographss. Photographs of Koakuma, my familiar. Either by herself or with others, or with me... Hmm... I remember all of these. She hadn't been with us very long before it was decided we should fill the mansion with photographs. I guess these were the ones that focused on her.

... I should try to fill an photo album with these. Remilia, would you like to help? I think we could both benefit from this...

Some of you really need to learn better self control... -HYPOCRITICAL STATEMENT OF THE YEAR, but she wouldn't be Patchy if she didn't start with something like that.-

I am once again with a drone father. It seems I am destined to outlast them all. Which is just as well, I suppose. My birth-father wasn't exactly always there for me either... -Just when it mattered most.-

Marisa, seeing as you have yet to sneak into my room lately, I'm going to assume you are still having troubles, yes?

-The phone was picked up, but only breathing is heard on the other end. This lasts a good few seconds before the reciever is apparently dropped and there's the sound of a person collapsing to the floor.-

Alice... Marisa... Yuki... Edward... Gokudera... W-why? Why is this...

-The names are repeated, again and again. And each time she does so, their names are said differently. It was like peering into a looking glass and being reflected two similar yet wholly different images simultaneously. She clutches her head, letting out a cry.-

STOP IT! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANYMORE!

-Patchy had been on her way to Alice's house, as she had been doing rather often the last few days. In her arms was two boxes of valentine candy for them to share. She figured something sweet would help Alice along on her way to becoming fully recovered once more. Well, that and the company. But the company had been constant, hadn't it? Hmm... Either way, that was the situation.

Of course once entering the house, something very strange happened. In a powerful flash, a flood of memory came to her mind all at once. The candy, and the books, all fell to the floor in a clatter and she found herself even unable to stand. Images so vivid that they crossed the realm from dream to very plausible reality flooded into her mind. Her... and Alice... like that...

She started coughing. Her throat felt like it was siezing from new mental stress.-

-On the phone, there is a voice that has not been heard in some time. At least two weeks, actually, if not more. And she seems fairly aware of this.-

... I'd ask what happened in the time I was absent, but something tells me I am better off not knowing.

In any regard, I would like to know if certain people are still present... you likely know who you are, so I will be expecting prompt response.

... Or barging into my room in the case of certain black-white rats...

This is... too much. Everyone's saying it can only get worse... how much worse can it get! We're dying, scarificing our bodies and mind to that damned postman, running fearful... how can this get worse? This IS the worse! Paranoia is the greatest weakness of any creature!

People are losing their heads... Once we lose our ability to think clearly, we have all but lost. Is no one capable of using reason anymore?

I've all my magic... and not a bit of it can be used, can it? Not a bit of it will do anyone any good...

Mother, we have to leave. We have to go somewhere they can't. Even being near them causes my lungs to seize and spasm. I don't know why. They stink of death...

Attention Citizens of Gensokyo

I would like to have your attention, if I may do so for a moment...

We are not well noted for our ability to unify. During most every recorded Incident, we are even so noted for our tendency to fight amongst ourselves rather than getting anything accomplished. This cannot remain so... as I am certain many of you have desire to return home.

We cannot do so if we are not combining our efforts. So, as directed by Major General Olivier Armstrong, I have come to humbly request of you all to lend your abilities, your strengths, your minds, and all that you can to the effort of breaking free of this accursed prison that has so toyed with our hearts and understandings.

Gensokyo cannot afford to stand idly by while others work towards freedom. Not any longer.

Who will stand?

-It was a large enough field for them, Patchouli thought. And it was a familiar enough match-up. How many times had she and Marisa met in a duel over the years? More than any other individual in her life, she imagined. Which was saying a lot for a youkai her age. Still, with all that had happened between them recently... she had to wonder of them had their mind and heart in the right place. Still... She had to prove to herself that she was still the Wizard of the Week. If defeating Marisa was what it took...-

I hope you are ready, Marisa.

I've never been fond of gambling.

... For those of you who were aquainted with Rebecca, I can officially say that she has left us. Her drone is insufferable.

A lot of people seem to be "arriving" lately... hmm... I would estimate the number of "people" as opposed to "drones" to be somewhere in the range of four hundred. A staggering number, all things considered. I'm sure the efforts to escape are being worked on as I speak. My skills are at the disposal of anyone doing as much.

Oh, and Marisa... we need to talk. About several things.

... I am now, apparently, Patchouli Sitdown. I am not certain what to think of this.

... I am also, apparently, still without vision in my left eye. At least I have a patch for it... It looks nice, I think. But it is awkward adjusting to a lack of depth perception.

Given I was otherwise disposed over the last week or so, can someone tell me something? What became of Lucy Smith during the time I was gone? Does anyone know?

[Filtered to Yuki Nagato and Canada]

I am about to enact my plan to meet with Lucy Smith. I want to thank you, personally, for all you both have done to help me gather the needed information materials... I cannot guarantee this will end well for me. In the event that this goes poorly, I want it to not be made public that I was at all involved.

[Filterered to Saber]

... I know I did not inform you of this before. And for that, I apologize, but... Please, do not wait for me to return home. Well... not returning as I am. I have but one request for you beyond that...

Please... protect Flandre...

[Filtered to Alice and Marisa]

Alice, Marisa is forbidden to enter my room under any circumstances. Also, I want you to keep her from interfering in what it is I intend to do. And no, I will not make either of you privy to it. Just keep her away. I apologize, but it is best this way.

[Filtered to Olivier]

If you're quite done settling back in again, I believe it is time to enact our agreement, Major-General. I will await your correspondence.

So. Mayfield.

What are your thoughts on chalk drawings?

I'm certain some of you saw some interesting ones recently.

-Anyone near 340 Brady may be treated to a spectacular right. From a room on the second floor of the house, there are brilliant glowing lights. So much so that it literally colors the world around it in brilliant luminescence. That is, of course, until...

A huge explosion. Part of the wall of that room is blown away completely. And Patchy finds herself being flung a good distance, rolling out into the street. This was no good... no good at all...

She looked around in a panic. She was outside. People would be hurt. She had to think of how to fix this mess. There had to be a way to stop her magic from going further out of control. Why was nothing working?

All the while, five crystals hovered around her, glowing brightly.-

[[ ooc: BIG WARNING FOR THIS POST. If your character approaches Patchouli, they WILL be fired upon by the Philosopher's Stones. She has ZERO control over them. ]]

If this is another prank call, I'm hanging up.

... -SIGH- I don't even know why I'm bothering answering anymore.

... I'm really no good at this. Remilia and Sakuya always made it seem so easy. But handling Flandre alone is far more than I bargained for... I may need some help.

It doesn't help that we're in separate houses, either. Her father figure seems to be a pervert. Her sister figure seems to be touched in the head. It's not a good situation. Hmm...

Saber... no, you would not know how to rectify this situation, would you? But that's alright... I imagine I am difficult enough for you, and I should not make it worse.

.... Alice.

... My sincere apologies to anyone I attacked during my... lapse of sanity. I cannot really even recall who I assaulted... but I know I killed at least one person. I want to speak with them should they return... there is no reason to hold such animosity. I want to do whatever I can to make up for this... madness.

Gokudera... You didn't have to do that. Not for a corpse.

-Kanna and Minatsuki predicted it might be about three days before the "hunting" began.

They were wrong.

Staggering down the street, her clothes stained in what can only be assumed was Saber's blood. In the girl's hand is the note left behind, clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. In her other arm was the ever present grimoire. It, too, had spatterings of blood. But the look on Patchy's face... youkai eyes glowing with emotions indescribable, told all.

The "hunting" began tonight.-

[[ Patchy is nuts and on the loose. If your name is on the suspect list, she's coming for you with full intention to kill. She might not even survive this herself... ]]

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