endlesshermit:

While Seiga was not exactly expecting to get a conversation going out of nowhere, Yumemi’s overwhelming flood of words managed to reach the feat of rendering the hermit speechless. Of course, there is not much speech that can be done when there are curses being vomited in your eardrums, especially of the latter are used to way more polite manners of expressing one’s thoughts.

Then again, it still wasn’t anything close to village commoners from the Outside World, whose highest form of politeness amounted to ask why such an elegant lady was going around the country without sporting a pair of sickly deformed, bound feet. It’s the kind of stuff that makes you appreciate the subtlest thing, see?

This was why, after the initial bout of surprise, Seiga’s smile lost the hint of uncertainty it had taken on to let out a brief bout of laughter, her head bowing as if in sign of greeting or apology - perhaps none of the two, but just an excuse to recollect her self.

“Poor soul, it seems you had the misfortune of dealing with Gensokyo’s worst sides. I can assure you that it is not as bad as it seems… except for the Buddhists, but it is not the land they pollute with their presence that is to blame. Rather, they just could not keep from extending their bad influence, but alas, it is not the time to rant on such matters.”

Indeed, the issue was waved off with a gracious gesture of her hand, swatted away like some kind of annoying insect. The same hand joined the other on Seiga’s lap as she bowed slightly in front of the young girl, taking the opportunity to take a closer look to her: her vetements were nothing like she had ever seen, either in the Outside World or Gensokyo. Then again, it had been a while since she had visited the former.

“I am Seiga Kaku, hermit and practicioner - master, I would like to precise - of Taoism. I gather from your words that you already made acquaintance with my loyal servant Yoshika, and that she has not troubled you. I hope she is not doing badly…”

The hint of concern was more than evident in her voice, but she did not let it show too much; it was the kind that one would likely see on any employer when expressing worry for a significant subordinate.

“Those Gray presences are bothersome to say the least. Regardless, let us stick to matters that concern you. Where you stand right now is a place called Senkai: it is a world that stretches beyond the common boundaries of space, upon which one can stumble through certain cracks or entrances, simply put. It is also where us Taoists who entered Gensokyo reside. But what about you, my child? You do not seem to be one of Gensokyo’s residents, unlike me or anyone else I encountered. No, you carry a different kind of aura within yourself, that much would be all too evident even for one not initiated in the arts of Tao like me.”

“Let’s just hope that this worst side isn’t commonplace.” Yumemi exclaimed with a bitter laugh at her own misfortune. She really didn’t want interruptions of these kind to her research. Then again, she could always have some magical energy readings so as to help further her investigation? There may be a link between how someone felt, and their innate magic.

“Yoshika’s her name, huh?” Yumemi mostly said to herself; but audible enough for Seiga to hear. “Can’t really say we’re acquaintances. I just sneaked past, without paying too much attention to her. Either if I had, nothing I can really do to help without knowing what happened.” She continued in a plain tone of voice; not really caring about that girl. Yumemi just kept thinking about the easiest way to get back outside, and it seemed that this woman before her just knew how to. “Anyways, pleasure to meet you, miss Seiga. Can’t say I know much about Taoism besides the ying-yang symbol, and the importance of duality.”

And then, the explanation of what the endless hall of Senkai was. A pocket dimension inside yet another pocket dimension; which was metaphysically tied to a certain plane of reality, completely independent from interacting with other universes. That is, if she had understood it correctly.

Unless it was just manipulation of space, that only if someone knew about, they could enter it; unless they somehow managed to stumble upon the proper crack by chance. Anyways, the train of thought was fascinating, making her mind race about the different possibilities upon how it was born—- and how she could create something similar for her own research.

In her musings, however, she had failed to notice she was being addressed. It had taken her a few seconds to recollect herself from her own disperse thoughts, and then to try and recall what Seiga had mentioned. Something about an odd aura, and not being from Gensokyo?

“Well, I do come from outside Gensokyo, but I don’t know what that has to do with anything. I mean, and as far as I know, a human is still a human.” Unless gensokian humans were different somehow than those from outside the border. She’d have to ask, and see what those differences were, though. “But yeah. Long story short, broke through the border through sheer force, and am currently investigating magic in scientific terms.”

The birth of a mobile suit

Yumemi knew she should have been investigating magic this whole time. She knew she should have at least tried to find a way to get Chiyuri back here with her.

But she hadn’t. Her pride as a scientist was put on stake. Yumemi just had to finish this project first before she could do anything else. It had taken several months, but at last it was ready.

A mobile suit.

Yumemi upped the speed of her stirring, the icing now all nice and thick. A big grin appearing upon her face, barely able to hide her own excitement. She had to scavenge bits and pieces of metal and uranium around Gensokyo to complete this project, but it was finally done. The mounted machine guns, the nuclear generator, the shields made out of steel and copper alloys; this machine could withstand several hits, and still barely sport a scratch.

True, it wasn’t as resistant as her explosion containment tubes, but she doubted anyone here, besides VIVIT, would be able to create an explosion force higher than a tsar bomb, or that of her own experiments gone wrong.

Judging the icing to be ready, she poured some into a pastry bag. The cake nearby, already covered with some icing, but lacking the proper arrangements to truly make it special. And so, Yumemi squeezed, letting even more icing flow, covering the cake with intricate patterns comparable to that of modern art: Squiggles that followed no pattern except for some writing in horrible calligraphy of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”.

……

That should do for decoration. The point is that it was time for celebration! The end of a project, and the creation of something new!

And then, Yumemi took a handful of strawberries, and put them at the edge of the cake. It truly was a sight to behold, if you didn’t mind staring at senselessness in your own desserts; only made slightly better by the positioning of the fruit.

Oh well, at least the cake tasted delicious, appearance aside. Not so overwhelming sweetness, with the flavor of strawberries intermixed with the mild taste of cream. Not a gourmet job, indeed, but it was enough.

And so, Yumemi covered her cake, and walked over to where the giant mecha laid, currently ‘sleeping’ on the floor. She took a ladder, and went up to the robot’s chest, where the cockpit was, and let herself fall down on top of the comfy chair she had installed inside, the cake still unharmed.

Looking at the controls she had made herself, she turned the giant behemoth on. The soft hum of machinery slowly filling her eardrums as she had much grown accustomed to these past weeks.

Good. So far, no problems.

Time to test the monitors. Yumemi closed the cockpit’s door, encasing herself in darkness. The only lights that stood out were those of the different assortment of buttons and levers surrounding her.

“MAIN SCREEN: TURN ON.” said the computer in response to Yumemi’s pressing one of the many buttons with the expertise only found in those who had built the machines themselves. No less than a second later, the darkness inside the cockpit was expelled by a bright light coming from the monitors both in front of the scientist. The robot’s camera pointing at the ceiling’s light where it laid.

Oh well, at least she had programmed the lenses to automatically adjust to light. It would’ve been bothersome to get blinded so easily in the middle of piloting, just to trip and potentially hurt the giant mecha.

Yumemi then focused on the status screen. So far, the energy output each part of the robot received was optimal to make it move. And so, Yumemi grabbed one of the control leverls, and pulled it back a bit. The robot’s right arm managed to rise a few bits above the ground, without knocking everything in its way.

Good. Very good indeed.

The giant mecha now gave its ‘wrist’ a light flick. So far, nothing had come out flying. Spinning it around hadn’t reported any loose screws, and had given the idea to Yumemi that she could very well equip the mobile suit with a weapon, and use it as an impromptu drill. Just changing the hands to install a drill, though, would severely hamper its grabbing actions. The robot would have a use for research too, after all~

After testing each part separately, she grinned yet again in satisfaction. So far, the as-of-yet unnamed mecha was ready for launching. Time to rub it in a shrine maiden’s face that her mobile suits were of a higher quality than those silly ‘gundam’ she had heard so much about. Especially since, as far as she knew, no one in Gensokyo had a Gundam, or there wasn’t yet anyone with a mobile suit.

And so, she finally opened the prison that contained the cake. Her eyes looking in anticipation at the closed good she had baked earlier. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OY-01” Yumemi shouted in extasy, as she dug in. The birth of the OY-01 ‘ST-Crisis’ finally complete.

((I’d like to note: The giant mecha won’t be used in any RP unless requested first. Picture below the readmore~))

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
Yumemi: Bigger, badder, and stronger

Hello, folks! The great scientist (or joke of a scientist Yumemi) is back. Shall be working on more headcanons, thinking deeper about her personality, motivations, and inventions; and working on some prompts to get some hang on her again.

Will see ya soon~

Did you tried to create a living being in your lab ?

“Nah, they’re too troublesome. I find technology much more appealing, anyways; though, that may be a nice idea to try sometime~”

Visiting the Magical Scientist

magicianbyakuren:

“About my scroll? I have many. You mean my Sorcerer’s Sutra Scroll?”

She took out the said scroll, and opened it. Light radiated from the mysterious runes that the scroll was embroidered with.

“Well, I don’t know about technology. But magic certainly. I made it out of the materials found in Hokkai when I was sealed there. And that was very long ago.”

“Ah, I see!” Exclaimed Yumemi while examining the Sutra’s scroll. She had to close her eyes for a moment because of the emanating light; but once her eyes had grown accustomed for that brief moment, she turned towards Byakuren.

“Is it alright if I ask you a few questions about it? I’d like to know how it works, please~” And maybe further her magic research with a similar copy. But she wouldn’t tell that, because that’d be of bad taste.

A meeting of professors

ask-mack-the-archeologist:

magicalscientist:

“Well met.” So, apparently, this guy knew about outside customs in other parts of the world that weren’t Japan.

Odd.

Oh well.

After adding it up to the strangeness of this land, along with his strangeness, Yumemi went on to explain about her new invention.

“This is a Nuclear Magic Emulation Capacitor- NMEC for short. What this does is use nuclear energy to emulate magic by converting it into other types of energy: Either heat energy, kinetic energy.” She rambled on and on, with pride in her voice. Showing off her capacities.

Not wanting to bother the guest anymore, she continued in a slightly calmer tone than before. Pride still seeping off her, as she was examining the mechanical staff closer. “However, so far it can only do light shows with force behind them. Good for blowing stuff up, but not much for everything else… unless you use it as a cane.”

“Emulation of magic through nuclear power…” Mack smiles slightly. It is rather impressive. “I see. So it’s at best a moderately powerful weapon at the moment. Perhaps Rikako and I could help you with furthering your research as you have her’s? We owe you a great deal. If you hadn’t lent some of that knowledge of yours I fear Gensokyo would have been a land of oppression and tyranny. A great civil war broke out after you left. The old hakurei shrine maiden had gone mad with her power. Your technology and knowledge, it allowed us to fight back. Now Gensokyo knows peace with the advent of the spell card rules. If you require studying magic I may be willing to help. It’s the least I could do.”

And so, she had barely gotten back from the outside world, when she got the news of the war that had taken place. That topic change was so sudden, that she could only express herself with a single word:

“What.”

How long ago had that happened? Would she still be able to conduct her experiments? Would she be forced to actually help in a war she had nothing to gain for?

Apparently, the war was long gone, if that description of the spell card system was tru—-

“Wait a moment, did you just mention spell cards? What’s that?” So far, she had known that danmaku was the way to resolve fighting incidents. However, if they had changed that system to spell cards, would she be able to use it? Was it related to magic by any chance? And if so, would her idea of magic still hold?

These questions, and many more rang inside Yumemi’s mind, too fast for her to actually express herself. As such, she just stood there, looking at Mack, hoping he would get some of her inquiries before she could actually form a coherent sentence.

The Law of Contradiction.

purplebitsofanalysis:

The wrinkles appearing on Yumemi’s face could be counted one by one, and their numbers were steadily increasing with each of her comments, Rachel noted to herself. It did nothing to quench her willingness to keep up her act, nor to remind her that she was in the middle of a potential death field that was ready to make mincemeat, radioactive dust or any other kind of stuff that did not possess the fundamental quality of a living being - namely, a life - out of her. Concern for one’s self is apparently a dwindling concept whenever a debate is on, something that seemingly holds true for scientists too. Rachel would later berate herself for this slip off, especially since she had seen beforehand the light of several lasers ready to fire on her, thusly making her aware of what could happen to her if she were to tick her host in the wrong way.

Except that, apparently, she won. That was the impression she got from Yumemi’s words at least, which was enough to put her at ease. Perhaps she had saved a mind from being lost to an abyss made of wasted efforts, possibly even one that would later become the author of theories that Rachel herself would learn! Might keep in mind the coordinates and shift the time setting a bit for the next trip in that world, thought the scientist to herself in the brief pause where she basked in her triumph by giving a satisfied nod.

Then came the rest. It could be that Yumemi’s intent was to uphold her point in one way or another, to give one last jab before falling down, or maybe Rachel simply could not reach to her. Whatever the case, the grin that the purple-haired girl flashed back at the red-haired one held just as much confidence.

“It’s better than that, though. Because contrary to magic, science does not cheat. It manages to reach the same result while abiding to the rules, which in my opinion is much more worthy of praise.”

A shrug. Having reached this point, it seemed that the conversation, at least about which was better between the two main subjects, had reached its end. Reaching inside her pockets, Rachel turned around her heel, making a complete turn before stopping to face Yumemi again and take one step forward.

“So then, is all the stuff here devoted to your emulation stuff, or is there something else that might pique my interests?”

Which, by this point, she was pretty sure that Yumemi had gotten a pretty good idea of what they were.

“Well, so far I don’t even know where your interests lie. I just know, they don’t lie on magic.” Yumemi expressed with a nonchalant sigh. True, she could always show her the giant mecha made out of folding chairs; however, deploying it in such a confined area would definitely be a bad idea.

… Wait a moment, that machine the girl was playing with earlier—

Yes, that could work nicely. Nodding to herself, she took out what appeared to be a whistle, and blew on it. Its sound filling all of the air around them. Just as suddenly, the disc-shaped machine that was lying around turned blue for the briefest of moments, before starting to shake.

And then, the disc had jumped by itself, and turned into a miniature unicorn which pranced around, until it finally went and rested by Rachel’s feet. It would be the perfect way to piss that girl off~

“Unicorn, please~” Said Yumemi with a sardonic smirk on her face. Even if the purple-haired girl didn’t express anything, Yumemi would still be enjoying the sight of a magic-denying individual with a robot shaped like a magical animal.

“As you can see, I’ve indulged in some robotics as a hobby. That one is a unicorn, mainly serving as a scout~”

Ohai.

Status message to let y’all know I’m still alive; and that I’ve just been a helluva lot busier IRL and with a certain table blog more than I should have. I’ll be answering asks and some RPs, but I’ll still be busy until December 3rd, if everything goes well~

Sanae and Yumemi's drunken delirations
Yumemi: "And then, the DEN-LINER ARRIVES AND CRASHES ITSELF AGAINST ONE OF THE ZAKUS! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Sanae: "AND THEN ONE OF THE KAMEN RIDERS PILOTS THE GUNDAM
Sanae: AND RIDER KICKS THE BAD GUYS!"
Sanae: "ahahahahahaha!"
Yumemi: "... Y'know, that actually sounds pretty cool. KAMEN GUNDAM KIIIIIICKU!"
Sanae: "Char? He turns back and flees!"
Sanae: "THSI CANNOT BE! THAT DAMNED MOBILE SUIT HAS UPGRADED EVEN MORE!"
Yumemi: "And Gonzales is now even more surprised"
Sanae: "PFffft°"
Sanae: "*copycats Gonzales' face*"
Yumemi: "And then, Hibiki, because he's trained well, goes and chases Char with the Gundam, and he reaches him"
Yumemi: "And then, he turns Char's zaku on its back, and starts playing the drums on the zaku's belly. After the song has finished playing, for whatever reason, the Zaku doesn't explode, but Char switches side to Earth's federation because he saw the light in Hibiki's training ways."
Sanae: "ahahahahah!!"
Sanae: "Oh my goddesses, imagine that!"
Yumemi: "*Yumemi playing the drums, but on her legs* ò__ó *<- Focused face*"
Sane: "NOO!"
Sanae: "And then, suddenly, Char with an Earth federation uniform!
Sanae: ... or better yet, he turns into Kamen Rider COMET"
Yumemi: "Nah, there already exists a Kamen Rider with a space theme: Fourze.... oh god, CHAR BECOMES KAMEN RIDER FOURZE"
Yumemi: "And how his suit looks like a space shuttle!"
Sanae: "ahahahahaha!!"