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Am I the only one who thinks Suika's pose in her SWR portrait is sexy as hell?
[X] She's right. At the very least, someone who could cause this would be interesting.
"You're right," you admit with a smile. "At the very least, someone who could cause this would have to be interesting."
Ran chuckles to herself and begins to work at dislodging some of the bottles on the right side of the room. You on the other hand get to work on picking up some of the broken bits of furniture, feeling less than confident in your ability to pull anything from that bottle pile without destabilizing the whole thing.
"I'm glad to hear you feel that way," Ran remarks as she works on a particularly stubborn bottle of wine, "if you remain with us for long enough, you are quite likely to meet Miss Ibuki for yourself."
"I'll look forward to it, then," you reply with a grin.
You bolt upright in surprise as a sudden burst of artificial, boisterous, exaggerated, haughty laughter echoes through the room, coming from seemingly everywhere at once. Seeping in through every crack available to it, a thin mist floods the room, the laughter emanating from it in an eerie and surreal fashion that sends a cold chill creeping down your spine. The mist swirls about the room momentarily before it gathers and condenses into a twisting snake of thick fog, which, to your horror, coils swiftly around you. You sit stock-still as the foggy trail twists its way around you and up your body, turning a featureless face of swirling smoke to examine you like trapped pray.
A blur of horns and sharp teeth explodes outward from the smoke, and suddenly your vision is filled with a pair of blazing eyes.
"I've been waiting to meet you too!"
You let out a shout of fright, and fall on your behind before scrambling back across the floor until you're up against the wall. Even as you move, however, the fog drifts along As you scurry back, however, something changes; the disturbing echo of laughter fades into the genuine article, the twisting tendrils of mist converge, begin to solidify...
Right before your eyes, the mist metamorphosizes into... a girl, small and slim, and quite young by the look of her. Though a little childish in terms of appearance, she's pretty cute - the more fearsome aspects of the misty figure have resolved into much more pleasant sights, like warm brown eyes that sparkle with cheerfulness, a haphazard grin with teeth that aren't quite as intimidating... her horns are still a little off-putting, but the mass of long, slightly messy orange hair that they now poke through serves to dull the effect. Her clothing is odd, consisting of a ratty white shirt with missing sleeves that clings to her slight figure, a long purple skirt with white flame patterns along the hem, frilly wristbands on each arm, and, bizarrely, long chains that hand from metal cuffs over her wristbands, and connect to large geometrical shapes. Oh, and it looks like she has some proper little dress shoes as well. Really weird fashion sense.
Once every last trace of the mist has resolved into her form, the little girl winds up sitting on your lap. Cackling cheerfully at you, she rocks back in forth in your lap, rubbing pleasantly along - oh gods, you hope she didn't notice that stirring just now. She takes a break from her jovial laughter to lift a large purple gourd to her lips, and takes a truly impressive swig from the vessel, yanking it away from her lips when she's finished to wipe exaggeratedly at her mouth.
"Ah, that's refreshing! Refreshing! When you get scared you act all jumpy, when you get confused it shows all over your face! Your body's just honest about everything, isn't it?"
She flashes you a knowing grin, complete with a waggling of the eyebrows, and-- oh gods that's good, the way she moves in just such a way as to drag her crotch along yours, causing the fabric that separates you two to rub-- oh yeah, she definitely noticed your earlier twitches. She leans forward, and hooks her arms around your neck, hauling herself up and dragging her whole body along yours, and good heavens are you ever feeling conflicted because such an underdeveloped body shouldn't feel that amazing when it presses so, so closely to you. There's the smell of strong spirits washing over you as she pulls close, and there's a hot, wet breath on your ear as her voice comes in an oh-so-scintillating whisper.
"I like honest boys."
A tingle that has nothing to do with fear spreads through you as she bites lightly at your ear, and her tongue dances along--
"I see that you're the same as ever, Miss Suika."
The horned girl releases your ear from her mouth with a wet pop, and sits back up on your stomach, turning her head lazily to flash Ran another of her toothy grins.
"Haven't had a reason to change yet, Ran."
"You're Suika Ibuki?" You ask incredulously.
"That's right," she smirks up at you, thumping a fist against her chest proudly, "foregathering dream, illusion, and pandemonium, Suika Ibuki! Am I everything you expected?"
"You've made things interesting, so yes," you concede. Understatement of the century; since she arrived you've gone from relaxed to frightened, to confused, to aroused, and back to confused. Now feeling drained, you slump back against the wall in exhaustion, and heave a sigh. "Well, Miss Ibuki, I'm--"
"I know who you are," Suika interrupts, "I know all about you. I've always been watching you, ever since you arrived. A poor little lost sheep who wandered away from home. At first you were calm, but now that you know just how far you've strayed, you're afraid and confused. You know where you are, but you don't know what to do with yourself?"
... for just a moment, it seems like the spark in her eyes disappears, and in it's place there's... sympathy? Pity? You don't know, but she gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, and the strange look passes.
"Well, it may be hard, but you always have to figure out what you're doing! So, think about it a little; just what is it you want to do now?"
... now? At this point, you just want to finish cleaning out this room...
[ ] ... so that you can go sit down, have a nice, relaxing cup of tea, and maybe a nice talk, and just unwind after all this stress.
[ ] ... so that you can get back to your room and sleep off this newfound exhaustion.
[ ] Write-in.
- [ ] Suika should help clean up the mess. She created it.
- [ ] Suika should just stay out of the way. She might make it worse.
I should probably note at this point that, like Mima before her, Suika does not have a route in this story. She shares something else in common with Mima that will come into play later. Guess what it is.