パチュリー・ノーレッジ || Patchouli Knowledge (
witchoftheweek) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-06-14 02:12 am
third ☾free her mind, she's always the analyst
Characters: Patchouli Knowledge and the Touhou cast (or as many as possible)
Setting: Floor 19, the morning of June 16th
Format: starting in prose, action is fine in comments
Summary: Patchouli had a theory. Her theory was wrong, and it's time to 'fess up and regroup.
Warnings: Event talk will likely happen, so PG-13 rating for that, plus Ruana talk, which is a warning of its own. Also, I'll probably be a tiny bit slow on tags with this, just as a warning.
The setting was important, for important conversation. Patchouli had briefly considered the meadow, at night, then ruled it out. Too dangerous, for one, and...just in case. If one of their number was a monster, then they were going to have to kill them. It had to be done in broad daylight.
...she just hoped it wouldn't come to that. She hadn't expressed pity, the night before, on the network. She had simply stated the fact: none of them were in an enviable position.
She was about to make it worse, because she had to admit that a theory she had banked on was incorrect. That was an unforgivable sin, as far as she was concerned. The weight of that was heavy on her shoulders as she sat at one of the library tables. There was a small stack of books to her left, but it wasn't the kind of stack she would normally have. Just four, and the subjects random - basic physics, music theory, English grammar, a book on identifying plants. Distractions, all of them.
There was a small notepad and a pen in front of her, open to a blank page. Every now and then, she tapped the pen against the paper, in a small nervous tic.
All she could do was wait.
Setting: Floor 19, the morning of June 16th
Format: starting in prose, action is fine in comments
Summary: Patchouli had a theory. Her theory was wrong, and it's time to 'fess up and regroup.
Warnings: Event talk will likely happen, so PG-13 rating for that, plus Ruana talk, which is a warning of its own. Also, I'll probably be a tiny bit slow on tags with this, just as a warning.
The setting was important, for important conversation. Patchouli had briefly considered the meadow, at night, then ruled it out. Too dangerous, for one, and...just in case. If one of their number was a monster, then they were going to have to kill them. It had to be done in broad daylight.
...she just hoped it wouldn't come to that. She hadn't expressed pity, the night before, on the network. She had simply stated the fact: none of them were in an enviable position.
She was about to make it worse, because she had to admit that a theory she had banked on was incorrect. That was an unforgivable sin, as far as she was concerned. The weight of that was heavy on her shoulders as she sat at one of the library tables. There was a small stack of books to her left, but it wasn't the kind of stack she would normally have. Just four, and the subjects random - basic physics, music theory, English grammar, a book on identifying plants. Distractions, all of them.
There was a small notepad and a pen in front of her, open to a blank page. Every now and then, she tapped the pen against the paper, in a small nervous tic.
All she could do was wait.

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She took a seat across from Patchouli and just stared at her, waiting for her to sneeze or something. Maybe she could find a dusty book and interrupt Patchouli mid-lecture...
...bad ideas.]
Yo.
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I don't like having to admit it, but I flat-out asked the head admin exactly what kind of youkai she was. She's not, like I'd convinced myself she was.
We're dealing with a human who's insane and psychic.
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What makes you think she's human?
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Even with a little glimmer of hope her bad mood was still obvious as she paced into the library and stumped down into a nearby chair with little delicacy. When he caught Patchouli's eye she sat up and glanced at her blank notepad.
"So, uh, you said you wanted to talk about something?"
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[When she finds Patchouli, she leans on the table she's seated at, her weight on her palms as she peers at the open notebook. Blank...]
What are you doing?
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It takes her a moment but she approaches the table, leaning on the back of a chair once she gets there as she doesn't want to sit down just yet.]
Something bothering you Lady Patchouli?
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Patchouli frowned.
"First of all, though...are you okay? I saw that you were talking with Miss Ruana about the monsters. What I had to say was about her, but it can wait."
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[Patchouli taps her pen against the paper a few times, then spins it around her fingers once.]
...trying to figure out how to best admit that I made a mistake. I thought the head administrator was a youkai gone bad. She told me herself that she wasn't.
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[Patchouli starts wheezing and gasping for air, undoing the tie at her neck and trying to breathe. Hell of a time to have an asthma attack.]
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[Patchouli doesn't look up. This is what's going to hurt her, and by the way she's fiddling with her pen, she really doesn't want to have to admit it.]
...I talked to Ruana. That in and of itself wasn't a mistake; I actually did learn something from her, but...
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And you somehow failed to realize there are other beings, other aliens, in existence that aren't Lunarians, youkai, gods or humans?
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Blanket term. Learn the definition. Youkai is one of them.
[Wheeze, gasp.]
Besides, I don't see you doing a damn thing to help, so until you decide it's worth it to put any effort into doing anything besides mocking me, you don't have any room to talk.
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And just because you don't see me doing anything doesn't mean I'm not, ze. Then again, you don't see me do most of the things I do.
Tell me, Patchy, why do you even believe a word that comes out of Ruana's mouth?
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But fine. Whatever.
[Marisa decides to start bouncing a star off a nearby wall, catching it and then throwing it again.]
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What did you learn? Did she do anything to you?
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"I kinda got my head bit off there..." Wriggle started, surprisingly casually. "But I'm okay now. As long as I get my revenge I don't care."
She let out a sigh and straightened up in the chair again. She had a bad habit of gradually slouching as she spoke.
"So was Ruana the person telling you how to beat the monsters? She wasn't making much sense..."
If we need to just handwave/drop this, let me know <3
"Hello, hello. You called and now we're here."
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Anyway, Marisa, what the hell do you want from me, besides killing me with an asthma attack? First, it's that I don't do anything, then, it's that I tried actually doing things, I screwed up, and even admitting it isn't good enough. Do you mind enlightening me as to what exactly it is that you want? I'm officially at a loss.
Also? Why believe her? Because she does actually have a set of rules she plays by, and I had the patience to play a little bit. If you play by them, she's honest. She doesn't have any reason that I can tell not to be.
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Patchouli nodded.
"She was speaking in riddles, a little. But yes, she's who you were talking to."
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[Patchouli's lips tense, in a thin line.]
...what I learned...is that the term 'youkai' doesn't apply to her, or at least, she doesn't classify herself as one. And that she's using a combination of psychic powers - 'psionics' and heavy technology to maintain this place.
<3
Patchouli's always able to muster a bit of a fond smile for Flandre, even if she is nervous.
"I'm glad. I have a question for you: what have they told you about the ones keeping us here?"
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She lets out a sigh of relief at the fact nothing had happened although her face is serious at the next part. Not a Youkai Then...What is she?]
I'm glad she didn't do anything to you..but if she is not a Youkai...What is she?
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"Right, right! Yeah, she was saying you had to beat them when they weren't monsters I think, but I don't know what that means..."
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[So, uh, mistake forgiven, or something like that.]