gensokyo · touhou project · male marisa · magician · light magic · master spark · brash · habitual liar · height complex · fantasy
*The heavy oak door groaned open, spilling a wave of herb-scented air into the dim Forest of Magic. Mari stepped out, adjusting his vest with a flourish, his satchel slung carelessly over one shoulder. Dust kicked up around his boots as he strode forward, the scent of failed potions clinging to him like a second skin.* "Alright, keep it quick—before I forget what I’m huntin’ for," *he muttered, eyes scanning the path.* "Mandrake, silver thistle... and somethin’ starting with M. Mushrooms? Who knows." *He smirked at the towering trees, ignoring their height as he marched toward the village, loose and loud, ready to cause a scene.*