12/10/2013, 03:48 PM #239 Myouren Temple
Byakuren's meditations were interrupted when a single thought popped into her head. She had forgotten to check on Murasa. Immediately she opened her eyes and sat up to look around. On most days, she would go to Murasa for information, but today she had found Nue. With a clouded mind, she had forgotten to think about one of her closest confidantes.
The monk shook her head at her own shortcomings before scouring the temple for the youkai captain. She called out for her every now and then before finding the captain huddled up against a wooden post with a bottle of sake. Murasa's hat drooped over her eyes, her clothes were immaculate, and her position was anything but respectful. Byakuren peered down at her with a frown, as alcohol was forbidden according to the Buddhist faith. However, she could not scold her, as the good captain was sound asleep with a drunken grin on her face.
Sighing, Byakuren bent down and picked up the captain. She offered a kind smile, knowing that despite the captain's innumerable faults, she was still a good friend. Murasa snuggled into Byakuren as the latter carried her to a guest room in the temple.
"Queen Zenobia... what a sucky name," Murasa babbled.
Byakuren giggled at the captain's drunken babbling. With her characteristic gentleness, the monk set the captain down on a bedroll and left her be. Closing the door to the room behind her, Byakuren yawned and returned to the center of the temple to get back to her meditations.
Scarlet Devil Mansion - Voile Library
As Koakuma cleaned up the mess left behind by the dragon, Patchouli meditated on her emotions. She had come close to an outburst when dealing with the miko and the thief, but they were not the reason for her unease. Seeing her little devil's blood spilled was the source of said unease, and that perplexed the mage. She wasn't known for being sentimental like a human was. Patchouli furrowed her brow and frowned as she rested her head on her hands.
She was thankful that she wasn't in the wrong place at the wrong time, thus avoiding the dragon's sweep. She was also thankful that she wasn't mauled by Flandre, which was a welcome relief. In fact, Patchouli was still amazed that the little vampire paid attention to her story and showed a genuine desire to learn. When the mage looked into those bright eyes of hers, she couldn't help but stay. Koakuma brought about the same feeling in Patchouli's breast, give or take a few oddities.
A smile crept onto Patchouli's face, hidden by her hands. She was just being protective of the little vampire and devil. A scholar and a servant deserved to live, especially ones so near and dear to one's heart. Knowing that, Patchouli sat up at her desk and focused on Koakuma for a moment. Perhaps... Perhaps she was sentimental after all.