Memento Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/01 (Tue) 08:27 No. 2563 ▼
Truthfully, I’ve written a letter before this one, but it featured several pages in length. For your sake, I’ll abbreviate.
Two weeks prior, I found myself enraptured in yet another dusty book. From its exterior, it seems to be more of an antique than reading material. Its print, however well preserved, was worn by time’s grasp, and I could hardly turn the page without fear of tearing it by the seam.
I realize that this is hardly noteworthy, so I’ll spare you the detailettes and get to the point: It was written in Japanese. I’ll answer your misgivings now. For one, no, I did not decide to suddenly learn a second language. I am, unfortunate as it is, still an Englishman and know only English. And secondly, yes, I did check my mental state and have decided that I am (mostly!) still sane.
I was never one to believe in the occult, but I have no further explanation than to think less about it and deem it as “magic.” I know you’re more of an expert in this, so I’ll leave this situation to your judgment.
Please share your thoughts on this, lest I go mad.
Anonymous 2022/11/01 (Tue) 09:24 No. 2566 ▼
Glad to see you're back at it, Mask. Though right now I don't really have anything to say about this story, other than "good luck."
Anonymous 2022/11/01 (Tue) 16:59 No. 2568 ▼ >>2566 Probably the Mask you're thinking of here. Ain't me. I'm still fucked, sorry.
Anyway... >reading a book in a language he doesn't understand
Anonymous 2022/11/01 (Tue) 17:26 No. 2569 ▼
>reading a book in a language he doesn't understand
Anonymous 2022/11/01 (Tue) 18:02 No. 2570 ▼ >>2569
And a ni hao baozi aru to you too, young man.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/02 (Wed) 01:37 No. 2573 ▼
Would that mean you could read my own letters? Strike that; I’ll assume a written reply would be answer enough.
And pardon my hastiness. You’d still be reading through this, thinking me as your dear friend, Aoi. But I have never went by that name, nor do I know of an “Aoi” that isn’t already deceased. Perhaps your servant has dropped off your letter to the wrong household?
Still, methods notwithstanding, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mark the Englishman. In hopes of a cordial relationship, I shall share one of my own secrets to you: I must admit that my own knowledge of English is as foreign as Japanese to you. I was always interested in other language, but the resources to study said material is lacking, to say the least, where I reside.
That aside, do tell of your mysterious book of yours. Is it the key to Babel? Or is it a blessing, or a curse? My scholarly heart beats a touch faster merely thinking about it. Do share your findings, should you feel comfortable—or alive—afterward.
From “Aoi” de-facto,
Who received your letter by fate (written as: mistake)
Anonymous 2022/11/02 (Wed) 06:59 No. 2574 ▼
Is this "Aoi" really Kosuzu? Her ability to understand foreign languages should be telling enough, but I see no common connection between her and her chosen alias.
Anonymous 2022/11/02 (Wed) 14:30 No. 2575 ▼ >>2570
Understandað eac georne þæt deofol þas þeode nu fela geara dwelode to swyþe, and þæt lytle getreowþa wæran mid mannum, þeah hy wel spæcan, and unrihta to fela ricsode on lande.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/03 (Thu) 01:32 No. 2580 ▼
To The Mysterious Recipient,
Or “Not Aoi” for short,
I wish you well (or, as well enough as I could wish a stranger). Curious how you’ve come to receive these letters. I’ve had some time to mull over the cause of such a blunder. By chance, would you be residing near the address listed on the back of the letter’s envelope? It should be a minor place in Nagano, somewhere around Hakuba. And this is second-hand knowledge from Aoi proper so forgive me if I’m wrong, but apparently the whole district in that area is extremely rural. I’m of the opinion that it was lost in transit, or at least, gravely mishandled.
You do raise a curious question, however. Why would I need a servant to deliver a message? I think we’re separated by a distance far too great to send a letter in-person… aged and impractical as that is, nowadays. I myself have no servants to my name (though I do have attendants, but that is an occupational issue).
Regardless of circumstance, I do hope that we may get to know one another as acquaintances… or more so, mutual witnesses in the event that the occult decides to punish us for meddling in its affairs.
But in any case, we could unravel the mysteries of the supernatural book. Its contents read of a fantastical creature and detail something about its journeys across different mystic worlds. You’ll have to forgive my vagueness: It contained a lot of Eastern jargon that only served to confuse me further. The best analysis that I can offer you is that it mentioned a “Qilin” of some sort.
It’s not much to go off of, but it is still certainly a foot in the door. Nothing in the book itself, however, implies anything about being able to decipher languages. That being said, I’ll study the book with far greater scrutiny in the coming days. Should I find anything, you shall be the first to know.
Mentally lost in transit,
Anonymous 2022/11/03 (Thu) 02:27 No. 2581 ▼
There's nothing to vote on so I'll just say this story has gotten my interest and therefore you had damn well better deliver on my expectations.
Anonymous 2022/11/03 (Thu) 05:45 No. 2582 ▼
Oh boy, it's Rin Satsuki time!
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/04 (Fri) 01:50 No. 2586 ▼
To The Geographically Lost Mark,
My, my! It seems that we’re separated by far greater than just numerical distance. Nagano, you say; that prefecture no longer exists where I live—or should I say that our prefecture no longer exists to your world? You see, our residents here, myself included, live in a realm where the spiritual is status quo. Your definition of the occult could very well be my daily life.
Still, the fact that we can even communicate, by letters no less, is nothing less of an anomaly. I have a very powerful acquaintance that, should she learn that I were divulging such secrets of our estate, would demand me to cease at once. However, so long as I don’t get caught, I’ve no intention of doing so. Why, you might ask? Because our exchanges have already become something I look forward to. It’s become a new and exciting part of my night to look forward to a new letter after a long and dreary day.
That aside, I won’t get caught—if you were worried about that. It is not like you could even march to her domicile and speak of my “wrongdoings.” There wouldn’t even be physical proof of transit. Have you noticed something peculiar when you part with your letters? As for me, they disappear the moment I send someone off to “deliver” them. If not by my acquaintance’s work (and it surely isn’t! She would never willingly send this to the Outside!), then the question is who or what?
I digress. This sort of situation is usually not one with a clear answer. Perhaps it is this Qilin that is hand-delivering our letters through time and space, though I don’t think we have one residing here in Gensokyo, nevertheless working as a courier. It’d be a far stretch to say that this creature would be amused by such a thing.
In any case, our lack of language barrier is still one I’d like to test. And I have just the person fit for such an occasion: A lovely friend of mine has the ability to read anything, no matter the text. Forgive the invasion of privacy, but I’ll have her go through some of our exchanges together. More on that the next time we write to each other. Hopefully, I’ll have exciting news for you soon.
From Not Aoi,
Who always awaits your next letter eagerly
Anonymous 2022/11/04 (Fri) 04:12 No. 2587 ▼
>A lovely friend of mine has the ability to read anything, no matter the text.
Is this Akyuu instead of the bookkeeper who is Not Aoi?
Anonymous 2022/11/04 (Fri) 07:54 No. 2588 ▼
Aw, bummer, this isn't Kosuzu, this is the town bicycle yet again.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/05 (Sat) 04:38 No. 2595 ▼
To My Pen Pal Of Another Dimension,
Your last letter has been on my mind since I’ve received it. To be honest, I still can’t wrap my mind around the notion that we live in different worlds (or, realms? I’m not quite sure what the difference is). This would be where I’d remain skeptical if not for the proof dangling right in front of my eyes. Besides, I’d rather live in a world, though I suppose it isn’t mine, where the fantastic exists.
As for the book matter… I’m reluctant to say that I’ve found nothing conclusive. Indeed, it would be comical to think that this mysterious “Qilin” creature, whatever it is, were hand-delivering our letters through dimensions, but that sounds too good to be true, wouldn’t it?
Were Aoi—the real Aoi, that is—here, maybe we would have found something substantial. But my only point of contact with her is through these letters… which, for evident reasons, were never fully sent. I do not deliver my letters myself, so I never noticed that they disappear to the wind. But those that deliver them reported nothing back to me, so I assumed they made it through initial transit. Anyway, I await good news on your end. I am ill-equipped to investigate the supernatural, but it seems your “Gensokyo” would fare better on the subject. I wish luck for your friend.
And, speaking of Aoi, I feel like our little game has gone on far enough. At this point, I feel rather uncomfortable to call you “Not Aoi.” It’s a little rude, isn’t it? Now, I’m not telling you to bare your naked secrets, but a name, however manufactured, would be nice. It would certainly cut my greetings shorter.
Eternally thinking of new salutations,
Anonymous 2022/11/05 (Sat) 05:13 No. 2597 ▼
Given the stricture of his axis of communication with "Aoi", and the most common ideographic correspondence thereof, and the knowledge or insight she's imputed to hold over the matter, and let's also not forget the ongoing transdimensional corkiness itself, one might start to suspect a thing or two about her identity - or at least about the shoe in which the foot may find its erstwhile habitation.
But that's the trouble with names. You never know if you'll get a sane rendering like 青 or some abject boggler like 蛙尾萎. Or maybe it's short for "Aoife"?
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/06 (Sun) 06:19 No. 2602 ▼
Dear Mark Corderoy,
Apologies if I’ve made you uncomfortable; adopting the moniker of “Not Aoi” was simply for my own amusement. You may call me Hieda no Akyuu, or Akyuu for short. But, telling a lady to lay her secrets bare is a bit immodest in itself, wouldn’t you agree? I’d certainly never tell you that I am beautiful enough to be the talk of the village, nor would I say that I am frequently asked for my hand in marriage. It would certainly be vain of me to describe myself as beautiful, but objectively, it is true and is a tightly kept secret between two dimensional correspondents. I trust you enough not to reveal such a scandalous thing to anyone else.
Still, the only marriage I would consider is one to my job—not that I’d prefer it that way. It’s just I’ve only have so much time every day, and romance simply does not fit in my schedule.
But enough of me. Why not take this time to tell me more about yourself? I feel like your name is the only thing I know of you. Mysterious, isn’t it? I’ve told you many things other than my name, and you’ve only told me of your name. And I’ve given you more of my secrets. It’s only fair if you share yours in return.
I’ll get back on topic. The friend I’ve told you about—Kosuzu is her name—she came to my manor and looked over the letters. But she could not read it (which is an interesting discovery in itself). So far, we’ve only discovered more questions than answers. And in her words, “It’s not like I wasn’t able to read it. It’s more like nothing was there in the first place. That’s just the feeling I get.”
Consider this: Could the source of this anomalous situation be from your own person? We don’t have to assume that the book and our mysterious case of selective bilingualism are connected to each other. It could be equally as likely that this was innate to you; the book was merely a trigger. But I may be (and probably am) wrong. This is all conjecture, but wouldn’t it be more interesting if it were true? I’ll let you deliberate on that until next time.
Beautiful in both body and mind,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/06 (Sun) 08:16 No. 2603 ▼
She certainly has a very high opinion of herself, that's for sure.
Anonymous 2022/11/06 (Sun) 18:48 No. 2605 ▼
Well, she's got to have some way of occupatiating herself, apophatic as it might be. At least she hasn't gone all ekphratic on us.
Anonymous 2022/11/06 (Sun) 19:35 No. 2606 ▼
Anonymous 2022/11/06 (Sun) 19:51 No. 2607 ▼
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/06 (Sun) 20:34 No. 2608 ▼
Who is allegedly beautiful in all aspects,
Frankly, without proof, I am not obliged to take you at your word. Though our method of communication can’t sadly be in person, I suppose I could be placated with a description of yourself. I imagine you to be a tall, slim woman with jet-black hair, clad in a kimono… though that may be my prejudice speaking.
And me? I’m glad you asked. I’ve golden blond hair and striking blue eyes (is it fine to flatter myself like this?), and, by most definitions of the word, I’m rather handsome. Probably as handsome as you are beautiful! Sadly, I’m not the subject of singles’ gossip like you are—how unfair is that? At best, I receive an occasional blushing smile from one of my attendants.
I’ll return your thoughts about marriage with one of my own: Perhaps you are unmarried not because of your strict hours, but more so your high standards? You may find yourself enraptured in your work more because you’ve built a wall that no sane man could ever possibly climb over.
…Don’t take the above seriously. I meant it more to be a consideration, but upon re-reading, I fear it may come off as condescending. I’ll move on from the subject before I embarrass myself further.
Your theory about the book is worth testing. I’ll speak to another acquaintance and see if my sudden gift of language can be replicated. Though, I cannot help but wonder: How did this all come to be? Now that I’ve settled myself, peripheral thoughts like those tend to surface. It is a question with no forthright answer, but still I yearn for it. I’ve never imagined myself to be so swiftly intimate with the magical, and yet here we are, exchanging letters through time, space, and language.
I wonder if I should reject the occult and convince myself that this was all a fever dream, or if I should embrace my new reality. Do share your thoughts—or don’t, actually. I suppose I need to resolve these inner contradictions with my own volition.
Threading between fantasy,
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/06 (Sun) 20:35 No. 2609 ▼
I’ve decided to accept the supernatural without much further thought. Life is more fascinating that way.
Hastily writing to you in addendum,
Anonymous 2022/11/06 (Sun) 21:42 No. 2616 ▼
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/08 (Tue) 02:37 No. 2618 ▼
I know you’ve told me that you don’t need my expert opinion on the subject matter, but your conclusion is the same as mine: When dealing with the inexplicable, it’s best to not dwell too much on what can or cannot be proven, and instead, accept it as one would nature. And, in a way, I’m glad we agree on that: Otherwise, we wouldn’t have much reason to continue these written exchanges, no?
And, for your information, you were about half right when it came to guessing my person. Much to my chagrin, I’ve a diminutive figure, which I easily blame on my poor health. And while I do wear a kimono, I do not have jet-black hair. Instead, it’s dark indigo (with eyes that match) which, in my personal opinion, is a much more captivating color than anything monochrome. Should you ever wish to commission a portrait of yours truly, I shall allow it. I wouldn’t mind even if you were to frame it for all of your attendants to see.
As loathe I am to admit this, and I know you said not to take your words to heart, but you may have a point about my views on romance. You may berate me on this, but, arrogant as this may sound, there are no candidates that I’ve deemed worthy so far. In any case, a relationship was never a consideration until I reached marriageable age—something that was deemed unlikely, due to my chronic health problems. So it was always a matter that I’ve pushed away… to think about in a more opportune time.
Either way, it’ll be something I’ll consider after work occupies less of my schedule—if that’ll ever be the case. This coming season, I’ve much to do… even if the days grow shorter. A shame, really, because autumn is a beautiful season in Gensokyo. Should you ever discover the supernatural ability to travel between dimensions, you should come visit. It’s quite lovely all around.
In wait of a commissioned portrait,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/08 (Tue) 03:00 No. 2619 ▼
Wait a minute, this is a story about flirting with Akyuu by correspondence! I've been tricked! How dare you, sir, lure me in with a supernatural mystery only to hit me with this. I shall be complaining to the committee about this.
Good work thus far.
Anonymous 2022/11/08 (Tue) 06:59 No. 2620 ▼
inb4 Mark turns out to be a painter of moderate skill
Anonymous 2022/11/08 (Tue) 07:33 No. 2621 ▼
So is real Aoi just out of the picture now?
Anonymous 2022/11/08 (Tue) 14:39 No. 2622 ▼ >>2619
Epistolary romances always make me want to eat a pistol... ere the... er... well in any case they make me want to eat a pistol, for a start. He had still damn well better deliver.
Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 01:45 No. 2631 ▼
I wish to flirt with Akyuu via a series of increasingly indecent letters
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/09 (Wed) 05:53 No. 2632 ▼
You are in luck. If you can believe it, I’m well-versed in the primary arts. Due to my own poor health, I’ve had much time to practice. I suppose it’s true that birds of a feather do flock together. Anyway, by the end of this letter, I’ll have prepared a portrait for you—do let me know what you think. And don’t mind the artistic liberties—I’ve only so much information to work with, you understand.
On the topic of romance, I find it admirable that you wouldn’t rush headfirst into a relationship. Much like you, due to my own circumstances, I haven’t really considered pursuing a relationship when more pressing matters in my life take precedence. But unlike you (or not, I wouldn’t know), it’s something I think about every now and then: To love and be loved in return—isn’t that a wonderful sentiment?
I return to this letter with more news: The book and our shared correspondence bear little influence with my sudden gift for language. In fact, not only am I bilingual, but I am multi-lingual. Polylingual? You know what I mean. But this gift is most likely my own. Embarrassing as it is, I had never considered the notion—I just assumed that I had only learned Japanese. And aside from expanding my literary horizons, I’m not sure how to utilize this newfound ability.
And while I’d love to come visit, I’m afraid that, even should I find the means to interdimensionally travel, I won’t be able to. A depressing thought, I’m sure, but I don’t have much say on the matter. Then again, who knows? I’ve experienced the supernatural. What’s not to say a miracle won’t happen either?
In solemn prayer for a vacation,
Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 06:12 No. 2633 ▼
But the miracle never happen...
Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 06:54 No. 2634 ▼ >>2620
I called it! I'm sure it's not because the OP thought it was a good idea and decided to throw that in on the spot.
Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 07:27 No. 2636 ▼
Gift of language ἐμέ ὄρρε. Confused bloody philologaster is what he is - can't tell his lingua from his γλῶττα.
Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 07:52 No. 2637 ▼ Anonymous 2022/11/09 (Wed) 07:58 No. 2638 ▼ Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/10 (Thu) 03:13 No. 2639 ▼
You will seldom find me in as great a mood as today. I have received your sketch and, speaking from the bottom of my heart, I find it marvelous. What you’ve drawn bears a striking likeness to myself (as it should be; it is indeed my own portrait) that I can’t help but fancy it. Should anyone view it, they would never think that the artist in question has never seen my face! The one contrary point is that the expression I make in the sketch is far too noble for a rural lady like myself. Though, that in itself is flattering; do you think of me as dignified as you portray this Hieda no Akyuu?
Personally, I’ve much to share. Did you know that I am a writer? By vocation, I compile and condense the history of our Gensokyo to written text. But that was not what I meant. Rather, in the rare moments between busywork, I write fiction—recreationally, of course. I thought to show some of my works to you, but I fear that it wouldn’t fit in a letter. And while I’d love to send a thousand letters for you to read, I doubt that it would make for good conversation.
And do not worry about your ‘gift.’ For the inhabitants of Gensokyo, they seldom think about their influence on the supernatural and vice versa. Just accept it as an interesting new facet of yourself; it’s easier that way.
Mark, if only you could visit! I’ll emphasize this once more: Do not give up so early. Perhaps one day, you too could come. There is a tenet of Gensokyo: Once an individual experiences an unbelievable event, more are sure to follow.
From one victim of the unbelievable to another,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/10 (Thu) 04:03 No. 2640 ▼
And then anon
Mark woke up in Gensokyo. >>2638
Ten kay words on my desk by next fridey.
Anonymous 2022/11/10 (Thu) 22:54 No. 2641 ▼
Will the letters get sent back if they try slipping a couple pence or some mon inside the envelope? Do they charge by the ounce for overweight letters?
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/11 (Fri) 03:35 No. 2642 ▼
I am glad that the portrait is to your liking. Since I’ve sent my last letter, I’ve found myself constantly worrying about whether or not you will find it adequate. I’ve read and re-read our previous letters to try and get a glimpse of our Hieda no Akyuu on paper. However, this “dignified” Akyuu was merely an unintended consequence: Originally, I had instead drawn you with a rather dazzling smile. Yet, afterward, I felt like something was missing. I’m not sure how to put it into thought—ironic, as I was given the gift of language but still cannot find the words necessary to explain. Perhaps I found that such a smile didn’t suit you?
Apologies if that came across as rude. I don’t mean it in the way that it sounds. It’s just that I believed a different expression would make the portrait more whole. Or something to that effect. Think little of my words, as you would a drunken friend’s drunken rambling… however sober I am. In truth, this letter and its prose will sound rushed—I have something important to do in short time, and I am hurrying to finish this letter to you.
But feel free to send a thousand letters—they could even be filled with gibberish. I am a good listener (or so I proclaim), and I would eagerly await your next letter and nine hundred ninety-nine more.
And as unfortunate as it is, I am permanently bedridden, so your suggestion of visiting Gensokyo, let alone visiting anywhere would be rather… unlikely, let’s say. But do not pity me—really! No need to apologize if you were going to; it is simply a condition that I have. Such is life, but—⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Anonymous 2022/11/11 (Fri) 03:47 No. 2643 ▼
But what? But what! You can't just leave us hanging, lad!
Anonymous 2022/11/11 (Fri) 06:54 No. 2644 ▼
Talk about a five-second foreshadowing, huh.
Anonymous 2022/11/11 (Fri) 13:17 No. 2645 ▼ Anonymous 2022/11/11 (Fri) 15:13 No. 2646 ▼ >>2645
Whose? Mark's? Akyuu's? Someone else's? I need to know aaaaaaaaaaa
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/12 (Sat) 03:47 No. 2647 ▼
Dear Hieda no Akyuu,
Who shall receive two letters a week late,
I’ll start this letter off by formally stating that I am sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you in suspense, but my life has been incredibly hectic. Midway through penning the last letter, I spilled some ink over the letter but more importantly over my bed covers. Understandably, I wasn’t able to finish the letter, nor fully recover its damaged contents. So instead, I’ll present you with a new letter.
As I mentioned before, I had something critical to take care of. I’ll reveal the nature of that now: I underwent surgery, and it was a resounding failure. That was to be expected, however. My condition is idiopathic and, by the way of dialogue from the medical staff, they seem to have no clue what to do. Anyway, the surgery did not stop the severe heart palpitations—the nature of my disease. At this point, I’m more of a guinea pig to be tested than a patient. But please do not be upset at the staff—they worry about me the same as a close friend or relative would. I don’t blame them for not being able to treat the unknown. And even from this intermittent pain, I am very much alive.
On another note, I’ve much more time to dedicate to literature following postoperative care. I’ve recently picked up a book that was about the escapades of a second prince to an overseas throne. It was a saddening read, for his gentle disposition was the inevitable thing that ruins him, and he was framed for conspiracy—solely for the reason that the crown prince did not like the boy. While I did ravenously devour its contents, afterward, I felt particularly unnerved thinking about unnecessary tragedy. I wonder what you would think of such a book. Please let me know what you think.
Sorting out a mental library,
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/13 (Sun) 01:49 No. 2648 ▼
I accept your apology… but that does not mean I am not upset. Do not mistake this as anger directed towards you: I blame your circumstance more than anything. However, I feared that the worst had happened—that you were struck dead by the Reaper. I was worried sick, to the point where my promised busyness had fallen to a deep lull; my thoughts, if it were not obvious, were occupied elsewhere, namely on the whereabouts of my missing pen pal.
I had much time to dwell on the matter. A week’s time, I had once thought, should have passed without much deliberation. And yet, with nothing to occupy myself, I found it excruciatingly tedious. I’m sure you’ve found it the same, albeit for much different reasons. I’d tell you to take care of yourself, but I am sure you’ve heard that ad nauseam from other people. Instead, I am requesting this of you: Write me a letter, however short, should you need someone to rely on. Not that I can provide physical assistance, but you may depend on me for whatever else.
I’ve no real opinion on a book that I have never read, but here are my thoughts anyway. I find that tragedy captures the beauty of life—if only by transience. I myself can relate to that belief, where the best of life always seems to be the shortest. But let me clarify: In no way would I advocate to murder an innocent boy. But I find catharsis in knowing that he was unswayed by neither politics nor power and stayed true to his character… despite paying the price with his life. In some sick fashion, I empathize.
And, perhaps I was projecting my emotions over to you, but I had once thought that you would’ve also thought the same.
In a state between relief and worry,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/13 (Sun) 01:54 No. 2649 ▼
Oh, stop it... you're going to make me start to like these two.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/13 (Sun) 22:27 No. 2659 ▼
Not that this would alleviate your worries, but your thoughts that I was visited by the Reaper were not unfounded. I met one of the medical staff for my recurring dosage of medication, but immediately I knew that something was awry. You see, I am well acquainted with most of the personnel that are responsible for my health, and the nurse that brought my medication was not on the list of approved labor. Also, it was something about her demeanor that gave me my doubts (though this is mostly emotional conjecture). She had piercing eyes that bore through the soul but gave no response when I met her gaze.
It may be due to my prolonged exposure to the unnatural, but I did not trust the woman. I thought to myself, “Maybe this is Death that has finally come for me. The surgery would be the primary cause, I guess.” But she did not take my life—only my letters. And judging by the fact that you’ve replied to me since, they were delivered successfully (or, unsuccessfully? The address is still conceptually wrong).
That aside, the “nurse” administered the proper dosage of medication, and I am now in better health, relatively speaking. You may rest easy, knowing that your dear pen pal is now in stable condition. Contrary to your beliefs, my week has been too eventful for the drudgeries of time to affect me. Your concern, however, is sincerely appreciated. I am thankful for my attendants that worry about me, but, frankly speaking, that is their job. You, on the other hand, have no obligation to do so—and for that reason, I am filled with a mellow joy.
To your last point, I’ve never given much thought about the turbulent waves of happiness and despair that accompany the tale of a tragedy. I won’t disagree that nothing depicts the struggles of life more than a hero falling into ill fate. But that isn’t why I do not like the genre.
I simply prefer happy endings.
Anonymous 2022/11/14 (Mon) 22:36 No. 2664 ▼
Ran nurse? Ran nurse.
Anonymous 2022/11/14 (Mon) 23:36 No. 2665 ▼
🐇 LUNATIC EYES 🐇
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/15 (Tue) 03:11 No. 2667 ▼
Dear Mark Corderoy,
Who is more wise than he lets on,
Dwelling upon what makes you unhappy yields to only more negative emotions. I speak from cruel experience here. You and I both know how precious and finite a resource time can be—why should we fixate on what would only serve to gnash our metaphorical teeth? In that respect, my reason for liking tragedies is no less significant than yours for not liking them. You (and only you!) are allowed to have an opinion that differs from mine. However, the rest of the world, both yours and mine, does not have that privilege.
I am glad that you’ve made a quick recovery, one in part selfishness due to my passing boredom without your constant letters, and two in genuine concern for a friend. Know that you’ve found a resident space in my thoughts.
But that does not mean I am always thinking of you, before you fill yourself with conceit. As much as I would love to keep myself occupied with my dear pen pal, I’ve only a spare moment in the night to write these letters. In the day, I’ve been in a rush to keep my work contained… to no avail. If my condition does not kill me, then surely my work will.
Your visit from the apparent nurse is most interesting. I wonder, would this person read our letters if we addressed them to her? Then again, the woman is no simple courier. She did deliver the letters to the wrong dimension, after all. But did she do this with purpose, or is she simply clumsy? Either way, I feel that it would be dangerous to ask directly. I have suspicions that she is not as human as she appears. But I have a grand suggestion: Why not write a letter to this mysterious messenger? Think of it like measuring an apparition’s willingness to communicate. Should they not respond, that will be the end of our experiment—we are two ailing humans, after all.
As frail as a flower,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/15 (Tue) 08:16 No. 2668 ▼
I don't know how the Look can be conveyed through letters, but I do hope we get to see more of its owner in this soon-to-be groupal correspondence chain.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/16 (Wed) 01:51 No. 2672 ▼
To The Messenger,
Who may or may not exist,
I wonder, have you been reading our letters? If not, then allow me to introduce myself. I am Mark Corderoy, though you probably knew that. I believe you have visited me already—or was that just my own misunderstanding? Regardless, I hope that we can learn more about one another. For starters, what do you do? Do you have any hobbies? Do you enjoy riding on a train? Me, I’ve never ridden a train before due to my condition. I would have asked this of my pen pal, but my guess is that she hasn’t even seen a train, let alone ride one.
I still have my reservations about whether or not you were the nurse that appeared before me like the Reaper. If that was not you, then please correct me if I am wrong. It could have been just as likely that I was in a state of mania and mistook my delusions as reality. But who knows? I have a hunch that the mysterious nurse is linked to these letters, and my ability to discern the supernatural has been growing ever more keen. It’s amusing to think that I was once skeptical about the occult and now I accept the unexplainable as part of my world.
I’m afraid I don’t have much else to talk about—it’s hard to make conversation with someone that I’m not sure if they even exist, but I’ll entertain the notion. Should you respond, I encourage you to talk about anything that’s on your mind and let me be your sounding board.
Scrambling to think of topics,
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/16 (Wed) 01:53 No. 2673 ▼
For what purpose do you deliver these letters? I expect an answer.
The Child of Miare
Anonymous 2022/11/16 (Wed) 01:57 No. 2674 ▼
So do I.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/17 (Thu) 03:09 No. 2677 ▼
I’ve sent a letter to the messenger, but I have yet to receive a reply back. The letter itself, however, had disappeared, so if you did not receive it, I’ll hazard a guess and say that it was delivered to its intended recipient. Also, the nurse that I wrote about in the previous letter has not shown herself since the incident. When I inquired the other staff about the matter, they all shook their heads and said they didn’t recall such a person, so I am considering whether or not she was simply a trick of the mind.
It’s very plausible. Since I’ve last written to you, I’ve discovered something unusual about the book regarding the Qilin—its content slightly differs from the last time I’ve read it (and I have re-read it many, many times, as one would expect from a bored, bedridden individual). I feel as if I am going insane, as nothing is as quite as I remember it. For that, I solicit advice from the allegedly beautiful and wise Hieda no Akyuu. What do you think? Is there meaning in a book that holds nothing constant? Or am I simply going crazy?
In less exciting news, I believe there will be some time before I can converse with you again. The heart palpitations that ail me have been growing in frequency, and I may be moved to intensive care. I won’t be requiring any major surgery, but the move itself has its own complications. Couple that with the fact that I will be their lab animal for several days, I estimate that it will be over a week before you hear from me again. This is your advance warning, and I will write back to you shortly once it is all taken care of.
In dismay over becoming a lab rat,
Anonymous 2022/11/17 (Thu) 03:34 No. 2678 ▼
Oh god, this is it. This where he did died. Calling it right now.
Anonymous 2022/11/17 (Thu) 06:09 No. 2679 ▼
Come to think of it, Rin Satsuki was also theorized to be a nurse, wasn't she? And the fact she was (almost) completely erased from EoSD's data files would explain why nobody save our ailing painter seems to remember her.
Anonymous 2022/11/17 (Thu) 22:07 No. 2680 ▼
Big Pharma strikes again.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/18 (Fri) 03:55 No. 2681 ▼
I’ve also sent a letter to the courier and similarly received nothing back. I have several guesses to what she, or it, may be, but I’ll mention my speculations in a later reply once I am more sure. And fret not about your mental health—it is quite normal for supernatural beings to deny the basic tenets of the world. What matters is your own perception and experience. Only through continuous observation of the self can you piece together a pattern; one that may deny common sense but is undeniably true.
A book that changes is not simply a book, and for that, I have not only advice but also direction to give you. Do not laugh when I tell you this, but try conversing with the book, whether it is through verbal or written means. Should it respond, you may ask it, as politely as you can, what it is. Otherwise, continue to take note of the changes that transpire within its pages. In due time, you shall ascertain what it is. But do not rush—the realm of phantasia is not a kind one, and overstepping one’s boundaries may prove to be more dangerous than one sick human can handle. But you are an intelligent man. I trust you not to go to such extremes.
As always, I shall expectantly wait for the next letter, however long that may be. But do not delay—it is quite selfish of you to keep a lady waiting, so I demand your move to be swift and uneventful. On top of that, I expect you to be at your best health… or at least, enough to send another letter. And please, do take care. I won’t forgive you if you don’t.
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/18 (Fri) 06:43 No. 2682 ▼
Wait a minute.
Is this going to turn into something related to that other Nannerama thing you did the one time?
Mad lad if so.
Anonymous 2022/11/18 (Fri) 16:25 No. 2683 ▼ >>2682
Which other thing are you talking about? This author hasn't written anything here before under this name or tripcode (also, to avoid confusion, this author is not
the same person as Fluffy Mask).
Anonymous 2022/11/18 (Fri) 17:40 No. 2684 ▼ >>2683
Hmm, guess I've been under the assumption you're someone else.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/19 (Sat) 04:10 No. 2685 ▼
I know it hasn’t been a week since my last letter, if even several days, but the pen is quick to write from impatience. I never thought myself to be so needy, but my sudden want for conversation has yet to be quelled, and you are solely to blame. I’ll allow you to remedy this by listening to my ramblings as recompense.
The days grow ever shorter with the passing of seasons, and the first cold spell has swept through the land of Gensokyo, much to my discomfort. I am rather sensitive to sharp weather, and nature this year is exceptionally harsh—she decided to skip autumn altogether and move henceforth to winter. It is quite a shame. There will be no watching the trees change color from the central terrace as they’ve instead decided to lose their leaves altogether.
On a more substantial note, I’ve done independent research about the potential identity of your enigmatic nurse, and, by the time you send your next letter, I am certain that she shall appear before you again. Tell me, to the best of your ability, what she looks like, her demeanor, and whether or not she responds to you if you ask her a question. Speak to her not only in English, but also in Japanese or Chinese. Also, when you do look at her, and I cannot stress this enough, consciously note her features with as much detail as you can. It’ll be much help to me if you do.
I wish you good luck, though you won’t need it should my suspicions prove correct.
Longing for the return of autumn,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/19 (Sat) 04:15 No. 2686 ▼
>There will be no watching the trees change color from the central terrace as they’ve instead decided to lose their leaves altogether.
Anonymous 2022/11/19 (Sat) 20:42 No. 2687 ▼
Letty pls go and stay go
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/19 (Sat) 23:02 No. 2688 ▼
Dear Hieda no Akyuu,
Who is ever patient and magnanimous,
It has been a month since my last reply, and for that I apologize. But today marks a critical juncture—I have since settled in the intensive care ward, and lately my heart palpitations have regressed back to gentle lulls. Even more, the last week I have been feeling particularly well, so I’ve decided to celebrate by writing to you in good faith. True to your predictions, the nurse revealed herself before me once more. I was fortunate enough to have already read your letters, so I took note of all her attributes that you’ve requested. Do bear with me, for the results did not bear much fruit.
However much stress I put into my gaze, I could not exactly tell her features—it is difficult to explain, but it was as if I was looking into a hazy mirror. The more I focused my eyes, the less I was able to make out of the woman. Again, she gave me proper medical assistance, but instead of leaving soon after, she wordlessly observed me until I fell asleep. It was unnerving, but I did feel better the next day, so it was not as if she had harmed me in any way. I asked her many questions during that time, in all three languages, but she did not respond other than acknowledging my words with a slight turn of her head.
For now, I have not yet attempted to try anything with the book. You can blame my frail heart for my lack of time. But by the next letter, I’ll respond with (hopefully!) promising news.
It is an uneventful fall season where I reside. Truthfully, I hold only indifference to autumn. It is often cloudy, and from the slight view I have from the window-side, it is disheartening to peek at constant, rolling colours of grey. You may agonize over the abrupt coming of winter, but I would gladly accept that over an unending autumn.
Falling over fall,
Anonymous 2022/11/19 (Sat) 23:06 No. 2689 ▼
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Anonymous 2022/11/19 (Sat) 23:08 No. 2690 ▼
>he really is omnilingual
For God's sake, get him on a phonograph speaking some ancient Minoan so we can get bloody Linear A deciphered already. Hurry, before he carks it.
Anonymous 2022/11/20 (Sun) 00:25 No. 2691 ▼
Wait, so in >>2688
he can speak Chinese and Japanese, but in the first post >>2563
he says he only knows English and cannot read the Japanese book. I suppose one could explain it as "he can speak Japanese but not read it", but that still feels weird to me.
Anonymous 2022/11/20 (Sun) 00:31 No. 2692 ▼
He's able to read and understand at least all of the above languages since the first post, but only fully realises it in post >>2632
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/21 (Mon) 01:59 No. 2702 ▼
Dear Mark the Punctual,
I had the idea to write a third letter to you in the vain hopes that it would have expedited your last response. However, I thought better of it. Restlessness is not solved by a third, fourth, or even a fifth letter, though it does give temporary peace of mind. Should you have not responded for a month longer, I might have sent you a full memoir of my own account. But I am glad that your afflictions have since abated, and I hope that shall continue to be the case at length.
Your description regarding the nurse is rather unusual, but that is enough to determine that she is no human—she may be a being of supernatural origin (or, put more simply, youkai). Despite appearances, do not try to further approach her or make unnecessary contact with her. Youkai are capricious things, and any behavior, however safe you may deem it, could prove fatal. Be that as it may, I do not know why she would pose as medical staff, nor why she lingers in your world in the first place. I have many questions to ask, yet, due to her disposition, it’s likely she would answer none of them. It is frustrating but unchangeable.
I know that I am bringing up the topic of seasons once again, but I would like to report anew that there is no place for snow in the fall, and yet I still see vestiges of a coming winter. Snow, in infrequent parts, has been spotted on the fields, and a stealing chill has ousted the cool, temperate winds of autumn. And, as constant as time itself, I’ve received the gift of fever from wintertide and will subsequently be resting for the next several weeks. Due to my poor health, any sickness requires my utmost attention to recover, so pending work will be held in abeyance until, presumably, the spring.
One fever away from an untimely death,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/21 (Mon) 02:01 No. 2703 ▼
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Anonymous 2022/11/21 (Mon) 02:01 No. 2704 ▼
RIP Achoo rekt by the common cold
Anonymous 2022/11/21 (Mon) 05:52 No. 2705 ▼
Ahah! This was just An Excuse For Achoo all along, I knew it!
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/22 (Tue) 02:52 No. 2710 ▼
You tempt me to not write back with such a devilish offer. Of course, I kid, but do not write off your memoirs just yet—I’d be glad to read them should we have nothing left to write about. I wonder, though: Would there ever come a time that happens?
As promised, I’ve attempted to hold conversation with the book… though I must confess, I whispered to it first, in fear that a nurse might catch me in the act. I’d rather not have the staff move me to the mental ward, you see. Anyway, it was much to my surprise when I learned that the book can converse; the lengths I went to in order to get it to reply, however, was arduous.
I would ask it several questions, and it would reply when I flipped to the next page. But it followed a demanding schedule—it sleeps randomly, sometimes even mid-conversation, and would stubbornly pout for the rest of the day if I had interrupted its nap. Furthermore, it seemed to be particularly shy, as it would not reply with anything were I not alone in the room.
Here’s what I’ve learned from it so far: One, it had a master, and it is not particularly pleased that they were stolen by a “dumb, horned crook,” in its own words. Two, they do not like the “other world” (presumably, mine) and wishes to return post-haste. And three, I, Mark Corderoy, am indeed handsome, as verified by the book. It would be more credible if it had eyes, but my handsomeness exists beyond mere sight. As such, I believe it enjoys my company.
The nurse has yet to return, but I’ll keep your advice in mind. However, do you not think it is tempting to interact more with her, hoping that she would open up to me someday? She poses as a nurse, but it seems as if she does her work legitimately. I don’t believe she would actively harm me, unless she has reason to. And, pardon me for asking, but, similarly, is the book not a “youkai” as well? I await your expert opinion on the matter, but it has taken a liking to me, and I’d rather not suddenly act distant to the book. I’m afraid if I do, its feelings would be hurt.
Now a literal friend of books,
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/23 (Wed) 02:46 No. 2715 ▼
You’ve confirmed it yourself that the book is a youkai, but if it is a tsukumogami (that is, a tool that has gained a spirit), then they are relatively harmless once you are in their good graces. Fortunately for you, it seems that the book is already quite fond of you, so you should be relatively safe. Once you feel comfortable to do so, you are free to ask it any questions for your own knowledge.
The nurse, however, is a different story. Youkai that disguise themselves as humans are the most dangerous, even more so when they refuse to communicate. The youkai mind is difficult to comprehend, and the less you can ascertain the motives behind their actions, the more likely you are to die at the hands of one. I know that there is little you can do to avoid her, but I recommend that you cut off as much contact as possible—any way you are able to.
If you were curious about my well-being, well, I’m being. My fever, rather than subsiding, has grown disproportionately worse, relative to my body’s ability to manage it. My servants are in distraught, weeping for the end of this generation of Hieda. I would not be surprised if they were planning my own funeral. However, I know my body well, and, while I would much prefer to fall over and die, I guarantee that I will be able to witness the coming spring—the one thing I look forward to (other than your letters, of course).
I shall cut the letter short here. My fever has wrested quite the leverage on my body and even writing a letter is cumbersome at the moment.
Writing to you in a casket,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/23 (Wed) 16:48 No. 2716 ▼
>If you were curious about my well-being, well, I’m being.
And she gets to be a novelist! There is no justice...
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/23 (Wed) 23:37 No. 2717 ▼
While I am glad to hear from you, I cannot help but worry about your condition. Should I write less so that you do not push yourself? Or should I write more in hopes that my well wishes may be accidentally received by some benevolent god? Regardless, you should not feel pressured to write to me if it puts unnecessary stress on your body. I value your health more than your snappy replies. Plus, I know for a fact that you are feverishly delirious, judging by your jape with your well-being. Please rest. You deserve to.
As hypocritical as this may sound after I lectured your about your health, but my own condition has turned for the worse again. However, some good came from the bad. I’ve learned that the nurse often reveals herself to me when I am in a more critical state and promptly disappears once I am well enough to take care of myself. Secondly, the book does not enjoy the company of said nurse—it immediately recognized her and, though it would not tell me who she was, I can make an educated guess and say that she is probably the one who stole the book.
Does that imply that the nurse was the one that ultimately let the book fall into my hands? Were that true, I’m not sure that I understand the reasoning behind her actions, but, as you’ve said, I suppose that it is impossible to truly understand youkai.
One who doesn’t understand anything,
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/24 (Thu) 23:02 No. 2718 ▼
Do not worry about me—I’ve done worse in poorer conditions. There was once a winter where, under horrible physical duress, I’ve had to complete publication of one of my works; another winter, I’ve died a gruesome death (more on that later). Needless to say, I’ve grown less fond of the season over several lifetimes.
In that sense, perhaps it is a curse that I’ll live through winter. Maybe we should die together… before our health declines further. To that, I ask you: Do you not fear death? Would you welcome it should your suffering prove too much to bear? Do not take my words to heart—this is just an exercise in thought. Of course, even if I were to die, due to my occupation, I would be unable to rest.
I’ll answering your coming question: Yes, I am still human. But, as you know, I am tasked with detailing the chronicles of Gensokyo—across multiple lifespans. It is not as simple as immortality, however. To put it simply, I reincarnate. The price for doing so, is a body that is destined to die a quick death. And in between lives, I work for those who take care of the souls of the dead.
But do not misunderstand: I shall gladly fulfill my duties as both a scholar and a historian… more or less because I cannot—and will not—trust the others to do a good job.
Still, I dream of days where I could frolic through the snow without fear of pain and fatigue. A shame, really, as snowfall blanketing the world anew is rather charming, if only briefly. But beautiful as it is, it is an exceptionally deadly time… at least, for me. Have you ever been crushed to death by snow on a day the world trembled? Of course not: You are still alive, after all. But, if you wish to know, it was an unpleasant experience. The snow crashed through the mountainsides as if the earth itself split apart, and there was nothing to do but await one’s death.
I apologize for ending this letter on a somber note, but it is, admittedly, a poor tendency of mine to fester in negativity when I am physically ailing. But you are my confidant, and I believe it is best to disclose such matters rather than letting them stagnate in one’s heart.
Yearning for a calmer winter,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/25 (Fri) 17:27 No. 2719 ▼
>Letty wn glomp you with twenty thousand metric tons of snow
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/25 (Fri) 21:10 No. 2720 ▼
To the lovely Akyuu,
Despite our brief time we’ve known each other, you have quickly become someone that I value greatly. That is why I’ll decline your offer to die with you. Life is quite simply too precious for something as harrowing as that. I hear you—it is idle banter, after all—but I figured I should answer you seriously, as death is something that I do not take lightly.
Personally, I don’t fear death. I’ve had much time to deliberate about it (an entire lifetime to be exact), and once I had stopped hiding from Death’s shadow, I found much more joy in life. I can say that, without a doubt, I’m truly happy to be alive right now. I hope you feel the same.
I’ve never had a doubt that you were, and still are, a human. From an outsider’s perspective, I don’t think that having mystical powers that defy reason suddenly turn a person inhuman. Rather, what makes a human is their temperament and empathy. In that sense, I know a lot of people in my world that are closer to youkai than humans themselves.
In other news, my condition is worsening again. Before, my heart would always beat to an uncomfortable rhythm, but not to an agonizing degree. Now, the palpitations afflict the body in waves of pain. I expect the nurse to pay me a short visit soon after.
Amusing, isn’t it? That we are talking about our grieving illnesses as if we were placing bets on who shall die first. I’d rather we both lose the bet and live long, carefree lives, but a lofty dream like that wouldn’t be realized.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to hope.
With a beating heart,
Anonymous 2022/11/25 (Fri) 21:43 No. 2721 ▼ >>2720
Did you make that drawing yourself? Neither IQDB or TinEye, or even Google Images, can recognise where it's from.
Anonymous 2022/11/25 (Fri) 21:50 No. 2722 ▼ Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/26 (Sat) 22:11 No. 2724 ▼ >>2721
I'm a bit late to the party, but yeah, >>2722
answered you. Thanks for that.
Also, I won't be updating today, due to other obligations. It should be fine since I'm a little bit ahead of schedule (26 updates done on the 26th). See you all tomorrow.
Anonymous 2022/11/27 (Sun) 16:57 No. 2725 ▼
I like this story a lot. I feel like framing the story as a series of letters being exchanged was an effective way to work with the nanowrimo conditions. I like the dynamic between Mark and Akyuu and how their chronic and terminal illnesses lets them relate to each other.
I still can't think of who this Aoi might be, as well as the identity of the nurse or of the book. I think those details will be revealed in coming updates, but I may have simply missed something.
In any case, I like the style of their writing and how they express their wit to each other in these letters. Mark and Akyuu feel like kindred spirits to me, and it feels natural that their relationship developed in this way.
I can only speculate about how the story will progress. I have a gut feeling that someone will die, but that the conclusion will be bittersweet.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/27 (Sun) 22:11 No. 2726 ▼
Your tender reply has touched the depths of my heart. If I didn’t know any better, I might have swooned in delight. I believe that we are of the same mind—though our letters shall be but one fleeting moment of our lives, I found that you are the star that has guided me throughout this tumultuous year. Earlier, as a joke, I said that we should die together. I rescind that. Don’t die. Rather, you are not allowed to die until we’ve completed our correspondence… as indefinite a statement as that may be.
I’ve taken some time to reflect. Due to both my condition and occupation, I believe I’ve taken the idea of death too lightly. For that reason, I had little attachment to my individual life and death, as I’ve treated it as a necessary part of our spiritual ecosystem. But in this life, I’ve quickly found many a reason to continue living as “Akyuu” over my past lives. Isn’t that a wonderfully romantic thing?
But did you know? I am extremely brittle… in multiple facets of the word. There will be a day where you and I shall lose contact with each other, and it will shatter me. But know this: Were you to disappear from your world, I shall weep for you. In that respect, would you remember me fondly if I were gone? Or would you yield under the distress? I believe you’d do the former. In my eyes, you are one that moves forward, even under duress. Or, at least, that’s what I imagine. Do you think the same of yourself?
Keeping the elusive Englishman in thought,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/11/28 (Mon) 02:13 No. 2727 ▼
And then Hakurou curse-killed her again for the lols.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/29 (Tue) 02:28 No. 2728 ▼
I won’t make any promises that I cannot keep, but I’ll try. Would it bring a smile to your face if I told you that I’d remember you dearly as well? But let us not talk about what-ifs—we still have the present moment to consider before all else.
Nowadays, the medical staff told me to keep any recreational activity brief, as apparently even the act of being awake places a toll on my body. I think it’ll be another few weeks before I might respond to your next letter. Otherwise, I’ve been seeing the nurse quite often as of late. Perhaps she really is the harbinger of my demise—I’ve noticed that she only appears before me when I am mortally ill. But she isn’t one to hide her emotions well, or so I’ve noticed. Her piercing stare still remains on her countenance, yet the forlorn expression she holds is undisguised. Regardless, she still refuses to make idle conversation with me.
I’ll keep this letter brief—if I dawdle any longer, the staff will surely notice I am still awake and will reprimand me (again) about not resting.
In stubborn pursuit of conversation,
Anonymous 2022/11/29 (Tue) 03:41 No. 2729 ▼
Guess AQN's getting a visit from his ghost soon.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/30 (Wed) 03:02 No. 2730 ▼
To the Child of Miare:
The next letters may be your last few exchanges. Choose your words wisely.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/11/30 (Wed) 03:03 No. 2731 ▼
Dimensional Courier and Liar,
While it may have been letters that were originally sent to you, frankly, you hold no authority to meddle in my personal affairs. Doubly so, since you are not human. Or am I wrong? I know what you are. And I know, more or less, why you act. Do you know of a shrine in an old prefecture, abandoned in Joumine? Are you not the one that moves between the Border? Should you answer my questions and admit your fault, I may be more receptive to you. Otherwise, your words fall only on deaf ears.
To trick a human standing at the perimeter of death is a hateful thing to do… even if you yourself believe it to be an innocuous lie. If you know shame, save yourself the eternal humiliation and clear the misgivings between you and him. Before it is too late.
And do not misunderstand. He and I know very intimately how brief our time can be. I have nothing but wise words chosen between us. You, however, must come to terms with that. And, even more, you yourself should choose your own words wisely.
The Child of Miare
Anonymous 2022/11/30 (Wed) 03:03 No. 2732 ▼
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2022/12/01 (Thu) 03:36 No. 2733 ▼
I write to you during the changing of the seasons. True to my word, I have survived the winter, albeit with much complaint. Spring tends to be eventful… which only means more work on my end. I know you must be tired of my grumbling about winter, but I’m sure a day will come when I’ll mention it again, so keep your tolerance.
I have conflicting feelings about the fact that you would remember me in good fondness. I believe your thoughts have become some of my own. Do you recall when we talked about literary tragedy? Now, I’m more of the opinion that tragedies bear avoidable, heavy emotion and should only be reserved for analysis as literature. I’m sure you don’t need me to explain why your words have lead me to such thoughts.
Anyway. I come writing to you bearing advice. Do not think too much about the nurse. I know that she won’t reveal anything about herself no matter how much you pursue the subject, so you should save your energy and devote yourself to recovery. I say this as both a scholar and a friend. The supernatural, ironic as it sounds, will not go anywhere. It is a constant force that you and I must be always cognizant about.
Minding the supernatural,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2022/12/01 (Thu) 04:13 No. 2734 ▼
I've got whiplash from that one.
Anonymous 2023/01/05 (Thu) 13:50 No. 2745 ▼
Just caught this story, and it's been a lot of fun reading the thread. Good stuff! I'm looking forward to more!
Anonymous 2023/01/08 (Sun) 04:04 No. 2746 ▼
I hope this keeps going soon. It feels like we're pretty much at the end.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2023/01/19 (Thu) 09:26 No. 2747 ▼
Your distinct, humanly name belies your ugly nature. Had you even a modicum of clemency, you would have responded to me initially. And do not deceive me by implying that you have not seen these exchanged letters. We both know that you still transport these letters, else they would still be in a pile on my deskside.
It has been over a month since I’ve received word from either you or my English friend, and, personally, I’ve found the wait in between to be excruciating. Tell me: Do you enjoy twisting the knife of time into the wounds of human mortality? Or is it your own sick nature to wait in ambush until the most opportune moment?
Spare me the details—I do not wish to converse with you any more than necessary. If my dear friend cannot respond, then find the heart (and dig deep, youkai) to tell me what has happened to our mutual acquaintance, Mark Corderoy.
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2023/01/19 (Thu) 19:21 No. 2748 ▼
I'm slightly confused – why is Akyuu calling the nurse/courier "Aoi"? Isn't "Aoi" supposed to someone Mark knows, who he was originally writing a letter to before it was intercepted by the courier? It seems unlikely to me that those would be the same person, as Mark doesn't seem to know the nurse on a personal level.
Anonymous 2023/01/19 (Thu) 20:06 No. 2749 ▼ >>2748
It's been a hot minute, but I believe the implication is that the 'Aoi' that Mark was corresponding with is indeed the youkai. Either that, or it's assumed some other Aoi's identity, and Akyuu is just calling her that for convenience.
Anonymous 2023/01/20 (Fri) 01:17 No. 2750 ▼
📦 IT'S BACK 📦
...You cheeky fucker, you.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2023/03/06 (Mon) 22:41 No. 2762 ▼
To the Child of Miare:
Hopefully, I can placate your dissatisfaction with what I have provided you here. Below you shall find my own recounting; make that of what you will.
As you may have surmised, I am not of human descent. My time with the individual that you’ve come to know as Mark Corderoy had been brief but eventful, and in that time, through no fault of his own, he found himself more attuned with the supernatural… such as his gift of interpretation, for one. I believe that the man has a strange affinity that attracts the paranormal, but that is aside the point.
I am deeply indebted to the man, Mark Corderoy, for personal reasons that I do not find comfortable sharing with you. I hope you understand. Regardless, that is the reason why I took the liberty to attempt to free the man from his disease, however futile that was. It is possible to abate the symptoms and severity, but his illness, more so a curse, wreathes a tight noose on the man’s life.
If I were able to, I would do more to remedy the issue. Alas, it is not within my jurisdiction to do so. I’ve interfered more with the Outside than I should have. I must not—I cannot—interfere any more.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2023/03/09 (Thu) 21:32 No. 2763 ▼
I did not ask you for your own associations with Mark, and yet you find the gall to tell me your own recollections without divulging his current condition. Do you not find that cruel? And even more, you say that you must not interfere. Yet, what of the letters? Why deliver them to the Hieda estate? Was that not a cry for help when you had sent those letters? Or was that all without intent and simply an initial mistake on your part? I must say that I don’t find it believable that you would misplace anything, let alone those letters, through the Border.
I do not understand your purpose. I’ve thought about the matter for many days to try and figure out why you would send me these letters. Perhaps you found our situations and dispositions to be similar and had subsequently expected empathy from the Hieda heiress. I don’t believe I would offer any more help than the elusive ‘Aoi.’ Or did you expect us to find some miraculous cure to a disease that even the supernatural cannot fix? The notion alone makes me laugh.
You are lucky that I have found the grace within my heart to entertain you for this long. But, from the perspective of an individual who has already reincarnated once before, how long shall you forcibly keep the man from treading through Death’s door? It seems that, by keeping him threaded to life, you are merely prolonging his suffering. Or can you definitively say that you are helping the man and are saving him from a worse fate? Perhaps Mark is not in a state to converse with you anymore. But should he have the strength to, then tell him what you’ve done and let him choose his own life, rather than living, if only barely, under providence.
Persuade me that you are not as foul of a person that I make you out to be, youkai.
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2023/03/09 (Thu) 23:56 No. 2764 ▼
Keeping barely living things alive? What a splendid reference to... eh, better not go there.
But, wow, two updates this quickly. Cool beans.
Faded Mask!Lzl/TlQzM. 2023/03/17 (Fri) 07:41 No. 2765 ▼
This is the third, undelivered letter that has been placed at the corner of my desk. I’ve half a mind to scatter them into the fireplace—they were, after all, only addressed to you—but our correspondence has yet to be settled.
I am no stranger to having the little joys of my life wrested away from me. But the least you can tender is closure, and I’ll be direct: What has become of Mark Corderoy? My own bitterness aside, the time that we—that is, the humans—have is decidedly limited, and I’d rather Mark and I both not waste away without knowing what has happened to each other.
You said you shall not interfere with the Outside anymore. Yet, I know of worse offenders who dared to meddle with the outer world and suffered no consequence. Is that not unfair? I direct that to both you and myself. Frustrated as I am, I implore you to break your silence. Why should you care about the balance between the Border? Do you really believe that your sudden refusal to ferry these letters will change anything?
Awaiting a reply instead of cold silence,
Hieda no Akyuu
Anonymous 2023/03/17 (Fri) 17:06 No. 2766 ▼
Achoo is pretty venomous. That's neat. I like it.