- Location
- Russia
I think that we're not the only ones who were shot at with feelpedoes, judging by Ian's improvised cuddle pile here.
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Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Well, its just that Toku is utterly impartial.
To the point that if Honjo is getting snippy with Nemesis and Nemesis, for once, actually DIDN'T do something to irritate the rest of the bunch, or Honjo for whatever reason is actually frayed enough to snap at Tsukiakari (who normally sides with Honjo)....The Shinai comes down.
On Honjo.
Out. Of. Freaking. Nowhere.
BOOM. Shinai to the back of the head.
Honjo snarls to look over her shoulder at whomever is about to die, only to find her sister there, looming over her with that closed eye smile and a faint throbbing at the temples, and oh dear Honjo isn't looking forwards to this. Because little sister + She's standing in her sister's own Dojo = Until you leave the dojo, angry little sister, is god. Charisma break indeed. So much so that the rest of the swords (and one Abyssal Cruiser) are suddenly apologizing for stuff they haven't done yet, did do but nobody found out about (yet), and that no no Honjo really did have a reason to be angry, so please please stop making the Perfection of Japanese Swordsmakers cringe from headsmacks and threats of headsmacks.
Said 'armory' of Reimund's fanswords (plus one Abyssal) very likely will include the newest Masamune and the newest Muramasa. After all, he does somehow end up with this many girlfriends (plus one Abyssal Cruiser, with her own set):
Yes that is eleven, count 'em, ELEVEN swords.
(Note: Kaede might be the nicest lady I know, with a great sense of humor, but do NOT fuck around if she's in a dojo, whether the one she was a student of in Japan, or she's just visiting. She will make you regret it. Especially as she learned how to use a naginata, and THAT style's version of a shinai)
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Leferts?
Any thoughts on Shiromizu, come next year, having a bit of fun with entrance music? Nothing incredibly crazy, but her just having fun with it, and her supporters (above and below her station) KNOW she's just doing it for fun, and not because she 'expects' it to be. Might I suggest Yamiyo no Prologue? Starting with her in a simple, but tasteful robe, a bit of dance/twirling, and ending with her going full Mizuchi (draconic grin included) at the end.
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"Funny thing is, it was Kura-chan who mentioned the possibility first. she's rather chatty during pillow-talk and the oddest topics come up."
"... 'Kura-chan'?"
"Ian means Kuraokami-sama. She... ah... 'drops by' regularly. I'm actually surprised she's not here?"
"Stuck in Court meetings. The Celestial Bureaucracy never rests... said she might stop by later."
*Various combinations of spittakes and eyebrow-twitches from every Yuki-Onna and Tsurara-Onna present.*
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Oh, I know that. They don't know that, or more accurately, they have psychological blocks up that prevent them from really believing it in such a way to stop giving their all for what they believe in. Both Colombe and Delilah (and Ehren) see their occasional failures and magnify them and use them for fuel to power themselves rather than their successes. A case of missing the forest for the trees, honestly.
If you want to get a bit meta, all three see anything less than 100% effort resulting in 100% success for 100% of the time to be 'not good enough'. That is of course impossible, so they look at their missteps and flaws and try to 'do better' next time, which is the engine that drives them. Colombe mourns all the treasures from the Summer Palace that she was unable to save rather than celebrate that she was able to pull out something infinitely precious from the flames in one of the great lost Chinese magical manuscripts. That kind of thing.
Yes, I can definitely see this.
Toku has a lot of experience with love-struck students, unruly students, highly-born samurai students who think their family makes them God, and so on. Reimund would be notable in the volume of hijinks the sensei has to calmly straighten out, not the nature. She's been there and done that before and will do it again.
As a side note, if it came to a 'no powers, just native physical abilities' spar or kendo duel, Honjo and Toku would be very closely matched. Probably with a small edge to Toku for actual kendo (Toku could ROFLstomp Olympic gold medalist kendoka, not that she ever would) and a somewhat larger edge to Honjo for Kenjutsu (because of superior combat experience and Toku being a kendo specialist). Either one would be a treat to watch for the spectators, since it would be a grandmaster-level match.
Colombe would be beginner/intermediate student level at kendo and in a no-power spar be a tricky out because she is a grandmaster at Italianate fencing with three centuries of combat.
Of course once magic (either self-augmentation or combat spells) gets involved Toku and Colombe are 'no way no how' because they are not remotely close to Honjo and others. See how well Norimnue did vs. Honjo. (Toku and Norimune are peers and Colombe is a near-peer of both).
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robopanda
My avatar is the original Avatar!
- Location
- The Northern Air Temple
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well, Harry's going to get a literal boatload of new cousins/aunts/nieces/nephews/uncles in a few months. As in, enough to have been crew for their clipper. And cue Tsukikari revealing her avatar to Harry.
I was actually hoping to read on Norimune and her children seeing eachother for the first time and shenanigans but I didn't get to see that at all.
Okay. I recently (by which I mean a week or two ago) started reading this, and just now finally caught up.
So, yeah. There's a lot of, well, stuff here. Not even going to try to guess the total word-count. Overall, it's a pretty good read -- and certainly enjoyable -- with very good world-building... although I will admit that the ICW and MaCUSA have repeatedly stepped on my berserk buttons.
A few issues and annoyances, not all of which are with @Harry Leferts specifically:
1) Gratuitous Japanese isn't a good thing. Unless it's actually necessary (honorifics may qualify), it's more grating than anything else.
2) When it is used, it's not always correct... which gets irritating.
3) While many of the sidestories and secondary characters are interesting in their own right, it's getting to the point where it's starting to distract from the main story. It's not quite Wheel-of-Time syndrome quite yet, but it's getting there.
The way they're crossposted here (often in batches) doesn't help, either.
Then again, I've been tempted to write my own (a humor piece about how the making of tsukumogami can go wrong), so I can very much understand the temptation.
Edit: Perhaps more importantly, they're also starting to distract from each other -- when exactly was the last mention of Sakura and Ume, for instance?
4) While I may be missing something due to how I read this (here, going from threadmark to threadmark, skipping the intermittent commentary), there are repeated AN references to a chat of some sort without elaboration. Was this the now-defunct SB/SV IRC channels, or somewhere else?
So, yeah. There's a lot of, well, stuff here. Not even going to try to guess the total word-count. Overall, it's a pretty good read -- and certainly enjoyable -- with very good world-building... although I will admit that the ICW and MaCUSA have repeatedly stepped on my berserk buttons.
A few issues and annoyances, not all of which are with @Harry Leferts specifically:
1) Gratuitous Japanese isn't a good thing. Unless it's actually necessary (honorifics may qualify), it's more grating than anything else.
2) When it is used, it's not always correct... which gets irritating.
a) "Name"-"obaachan"/"oniichan"/"oneechan" isn't generally a form of address. It's used to reference someone, but the name typically gets left out when talking to them. In the first case, there's even equivalent English expressions ("Grandmother"/"Grandma") which can be used in writing. The last case also has an approximate equivalent which can be used in casual conversation, although the level of familiarity doesn't quite match -- "sis". The middle one... well, "bro" is a bit loaded in all the wrong ways.
b) "Teme" isn't an honorific. It's not even strictly a term for "bastard". It's a low-politeness/familiar word for "you". What's going on when someone snarls "teme" at someone they dislike in anime is that they're dropping any facade of politeness in response to... whatever got them angry or set them off. This gets translated as "you bastard" sometimes... but that's heavily circumstantial and resultingly misleading to anime fans who don't actually speak Japanese.
Then the fans took off with their misunderstanding, but that's another discussion entirely.
Still, every scene where someone refers to, say, "Ryoumaru-teme" is extremely grating to anyone who actually speaks Japanese. Just write "that bastard Ryoumaru" or something.
b) "Teme" isn't an honorific. It's not even strictly a term for "bastard". It's a low-politeness/familiar word for "you". What's going on when someone snarls "teme" at someone they dislike in anime is that they're dropping any facade of politeness in response to... whatever got them angry or set them off. This gets translated as "you bastard" sometimes... but that's heavily circumstantial and resultingly misleading to anime fans who don't actually speak Japanese.
Then the fans took off with their misunderstanding, but that's another discussion entirely.
Still, every scene where someone refers to, say, "Ryoumaru-teme" is extremely grating to anyone who actually speaks Japanese. Just write "that bastard Ryoumaru" or something.
3) While many of the sidestories and secondary characters are interesting in their own right, it's getting to the point where it's starting to distract from the main story. It's not quite Wheel-of-Time syndrome quite yet, but it's getting there.
The way they're crossposted here (often in batches) doesn't help, either.
Then again, I've been tempted to write my own (a humor piece about how the making of tsukumogami can go wrong), so I can very much understand the temptation.
Edit: Perhaps more importantly, they're also starting to distract from each other -- when exactly was the last mention of Sakura and Ume, for instance?
4) While I may be missing something due to how I read this (here, going from threadmark to threadmark, skipping the intermittent commentary), there are repeated AN references to a chat of some sort without elaboration. Was this the now-defunct SB/SV IRC channels, or somewhere else?
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Not a good idea. The katana and the rapier are very different weapons and are wielded in completely different ways. Toku would stop Colombe, if the Dove didn't realize this. (Toku may teach Colombe a bit of katana use and vice versa, but not enough to confuse their own styles.)
Now teaching him combat hexes and dirty tricks, definitely. Although the Fox-sister might be better at the latter.
There's soft cider (nonalcoholic) as well as hard cider. Apple juice usually means that the pressings are strained to make a clear beverage, but if this is cider made on the farm, it'll be unstrained.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
That is because it has not been written yet. Lord K is going to write it because Norimune is his OC (and he created Delilah and Jackie to boot along with the other Butter Knives). Unfortunately, Lord K is dealing with some RL family issues that have cropped up, so is offline dealing with them.
True, although Toku and Colombe will teach each other katana and rapier use respectively.
Now teaching him combat hexes and dirty tricks, definitely. Although the Fox-sister might be better at the latter.
Honestly, Jackie's got her own repertoire of Combat Pragmatism, but Colombe has a larger library and quite a bit more experience thanks to NoriLuck dropping her in Exciting Situations on a semi-regular basis.
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stormturmoil
CALChemist
I suspect it's more that the 'Cider' may be more comparable to Scumble.
Presumably they just don't let any outsiders drink it, Just in Case, and specifically they have to withhold it from Shipgirls and any of the Breadknife/Butterknife Bunch (and Rose) because you can't let it come into contact with Metal.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
I was hoping a reunion between Ian and the rest of his loves would happen, but damn, Harry...feels much? Great stuff!
Great stuff!
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Reimund is supposed to be the coolheaded one when it comes to his fanswords (and fanAbyssal). Just that he's chuuni as all hell - that image? That *is* what he wears at age 16-17. Regina nearly reverts to the first days after she met Harry, as she cannot look at the other moms in the face. But when it comes to swordsmanship, Reimund is amazingly focused, and utterly serious. Also, a born master at it. And he lavishes attention onto his swords - legacy of a shipgirl's child, where everything needs to be maintained constantly, and inspections are common, so the habit gets passed along.
So for the swords?
Feels like getting massaged, spa treatment, petticure, etc, and they melt under his honing/polishing. And he always pays the same attention to each one, no skipping things on 'lesser' blades, nor extra pampering to 'superior' blades.
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Snippet 47: SisterJeanne
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
A.N.-HPL was a real piece of work who did not have issues so much as subscriptions.
Little Italy, New York City
August 1925
Howard fastidiously moved his hand away from the swarthy newsboy offering to sell him a paper. The street he walked down was awash with people of every race and color, a bustling part of America's greatest city overlooked by the Statue of Liberty.
Howard dearly wished that they would go somewhere else. Such degeneracy! He wished that he was somewhere else. But opportunities like what he was pursuing did not come every day and his landlord was becoming insistent about the rent that was in arrears.
At last he reached his destination through the teeming, unwashed masses of the dregs of humanity. He sniffed approvingly at the sign by the door reading "Proper Attire Required" and straightened his well maintained but a touch threadbare black suit coat before entering Garguilio's.
Inside the Italian restaurant, he looked approvingly at the nattily dressed maitre'd in starched shirt and bow tie. The view past him of proper white tablecloths, elegant glasses, and fine silverware made him realize that at least these immigrants were aspiring to better themselves as opposed to the common rabble.
"Mr. Howard Phillips Lovecraft, I believe that a reservation has been made in my name?" He spoke in his proper nasal New England accent to the impassive Italian in front of him.
"Si, Signore. This way please." The waiter bowed with passable manners, especially considering the source, and chivvied him to a private dining room. "Signora de Breuil, your guest has arrived."
A young woman with red-brown hair in a fashionable bun and curls clad in a elegant but not gauche emerald-green dress with a gold necklace smiled, her leaf-green eyes twinkling. She set aside the pencil that she had been scribbling mathematical formulas onto a sheet of paper with next to her purse and waved him inside like a queen greeting a supplicant.
"Please come in and have a seat, Mr. Lovecraft. As your publishing agent should have told you, I am Delilah de Breuil."
Iä! Iä! Delilah fhtagn! (A ButterDaughter Omake)
Howard sat across from her and took the menu automatically. "A pleasure Mrs. De Breuil. He spoke that you wished to meet me?"
"Oh quite anxious, Mr. Lovecraft, ever since I had the rare delight of reading your works. You see, I have interests of a similar antiquarian bent, for my family moved to New York before the Revolution. You may say that we have steeped ourselves in the best of the Old World brought to the New. Oh and it is Miss de Breuil. I have been unable to pursue matrimony since I am taking care of my poor reclusive mother. Father abandoned her and the shock you see...." Delilah's voice was quite melodic as she teared up slightly.
"I see. I was under the impression that you were married with the ring you were wearing." Howard gestured to her hand.
"Ahh, I see the confusion. I received this ring as a mark of my graduating with distinction from a private college that specialized in the natural arts and sciences." Delilah's voice was pleasant and soothing, but her smile was oddly enough, not reaching her cool green eyes which seemed to be measuring him.
Delilah glanced at their waiter, "Well we should order something to eat. Please, I must insist on picking up the tab, since if us women have just gotten the right to vote, we should also be allowed to show our appreciation for an artist of genius whose works we admire even if the larger literary corpus has not discovered them yet. I shall have a Lambrusco red wine."
Howard twitched a bit at the remark about the fairer sex getting the right. Nothing good could come of that since they were so weak-willed and prey to hysterics, "No wine, I have a bit of a sensitive stomach. Soda water please."
"Order what you want, Mr. Lovecraft, I shall have Calamari ripieni all'Amalfitana for dinner, sir."
Howard focused on the menu, "Well, Spaghetti then."
The waiter bowed and took their menus before departing.
Delilah picked up her pencil, and Howard twitched as it almost seemed to expand and darken in her hand - a trick of the light surely - before scribbling another set of numbers on the paper. Numbers which seemed to swim and dance as he blinked before returning to normal.
"I must inquire, though, where do you find your inspiration? Your tales of the fantastical and occult call to me and I was inclined to assist with my patronage now that I have come into a modest inheritance." Her voice was still pleasant, but her eyes were measuring him with a certain coldness flickering in their depths.
Howard wiped sweat from his brow, "Sleep, Miss De Breuil, is a gateway to the most phantastical wonders. When I pass the silver gates and dream, why then my mind is transported through the aether to such cyclopean vistas I can scarce recount in the dull tedium of waking existence."
"Ahh, I see," Another scribble with that odd pencil - or was it a pencil truly? - as she stared into his eyes, "Fascinating. Most in our modern era would think of tales of the magical and supernatural to be superstitions that we have long outgrown."
"Piffle!" He took a hasty drink of the soda water that the waiter placed before him. "Those fools do not have the proper sensitivity of spirit, for they think that all knowledge is knowable with their science and thought! Yet there is a vast ocean of Other that is unknown and unknowable beyond their little lighted island. Only visible in the light of the gibbous moon as the truly enlightened man slumbers and his spirit roams through the abyss that their science can never and shall never illumine."
As he finished the candlelight shifted, to glitter from the carving of an eye inside a pyramid surmounted by an oddly carven shifting glyph on her necklace's pendant. Another shift and it was back to a blank golden medallion.
"I see, and such sensitivity should be nurtured." Her voice was cool and calm as the waiter set plates in front of them both. Her fork speared down to pick up the still writhing squamous mass of a stuffed squid and brought it to her pearly white too-even teeth.
As her teeth closed on the rugose tentacles and the lidless black eye that mocked him with understanding, for the briefest instant, he saw with horrified, shrieking comprehension what, not who, sat across from him.
The numbers scribbled on the paper by her gnarled wand glowed with the witchfire that danced from the midnight-darkened stygian tombs of accursed Arkham where wizards bones were gnawed by worms who grew fat with the obscene forbidden knowledge contained within their mouldering remains. Her locket glistened with the lidless eye of her cultic order that was old when Providence was young showing her high rank in their blasphemous number. Still that was preferable to what he saw inside her eyes. A spirit old and powerful, ancient beyond the capability of his mind and the product of miscegenation between a line of witches and warlocks and something inhuman steeped in the ancient eldritch lores of the Far East.
Thankfully his mind whirled in denial and abject horror from that insight as she removed the fork from her mouth and smiled pleasantly. "I'm glad that we could come to an understanding, Mr. Lovecraft."
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MACUSA AUROR REPORT #789,241
SUBJ: POTENTIAL STATUTE OF SECRECY BREAK (LOVECRAFT, HOWARD PHILLIPS)
INVESTIGATING AGENT: AUROR CAPTAIN DE BREUIL
RECOMMENDATION: NO ACTION NEEDED AT THIS TIME, SUBJECT IS JUST HYPERSENSITIVE TO MAGICAL EMISSIONS. MONITOR, AND IF HE GAINS A WIDER AUDIENCE THAN PULP MAGAZINES, REEVALUATE.
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Howard was not sure how he got back to his flat in Brooklyn, what he had said to that thing to prevent her from devouring him like it had devoured the squid. He dry retched a bit (the spaghetti dinner long gone when his gorge rose while he walked home across the Brooklyn Bridge), and the cheque for a large sum of monies 'to pursue his writings into the unknown' seemed to burn with cold fire in his pocket.
Bolting the door behind him, pushing a chair to block it in a futile attempt to be safe from THAT, then locking his windows and drawing the blinds, he finally turned to his typewriter.
With shaking fingers, he typed the first words of what would be perceived after his death in 1937 as one of the masterpieces of horror.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
(And now you know why Del called HPL 'a batty twitchy nutbag' to Colombe. Man had issues with women, interracial marriage, non WASP cultures, math, scientific understanding, and seafood. Dear God, he had issues with seafood.)
Little Italy, New York City
August 1925
Howard fastidiously moved his hand away from the swarthy newsboy offering to sell him a paper. The street he walked down was awash with people of every race and color, a bustling part of America's greatest city overlooked by the Statue of Liberty.
Howard dearly wished that they would go somewhere else. Such degeneracy! He wished that he was somewhere else. But opportunities like what he was pursuing did not come every day and his landlord was becoming insistent about the rent that was in arrears.
At last he reached his destination through the teeming, unwashed masses of the dregs of humanity. He sniffed approvingly at the sign by the door reading "Proper Attire Required" and straightened his well maintained but a touch threadbare black suit coat before entering Garguilio's.
Inside the Italian restaurant, he looked approvingly at the nattily dressed maitre'd in starched shirt and bow tie. The view past him of proper white tablecloths, elegant glasses, and fine silverware made him realize that at least these immigrants were aspiring to better themselves as opposed to the common rabble.
"Mr. Howard Phillips Lovecraft, I believe that a reservation has been made in my name?" He spoke in his proper nasal New England accent to the impassive Italian in front of him.
"Si, Signore. This way please." The waiter bowed with passable manners, especially considering the source, and chivvied him to a private dining room. "Signora de Breuil, your guest has arrived."
A young woman with red-brown hair in a fashionable bun and curls clad in a elegant but not gauche emerald-green dress with a gold necklace smiled, her leaf-green eyes twinkling. She set aside the pencil that she had been scribbling mathematical formulas onto a sheet of paper with next to her purse and waved him inside like a queen greeting a supplicant.
"Please come in and have a seat, Mr. Lovecraft. As your publishing agent should have told you, I am Delilah de Breuil."
Iä! Iä! Delilah fhtagn! (A ButterDaughter Omake)
Howard sat across from her and took the menu automatically. "A pleasure Mrs. De Breuil. He spoke that you wished to meet me?"
"Oh quite anxious, Mr. Lovecraft, ever since I had the rare delight of reading your works. You see, I have interests of a similar antiquarian bent, for my family moved to New York before the Revolution. You may say that we have steeped ourselves in the best of the Old World brought to the New. Oh and it is Miss de Breuil. I have been unable to pursue matrimony since I am taking care of my poor reclusive mother. Father abandoned her and the shock you see...." Delilah's voice was quite melodic as she teared up slightly.
"I see. I was under the impression that you were married with the ring you were wearing." Howard gestured to her hand.
"Ahh, I see the confusion. I received this ring as a mark of my graduating with distinction from a private college that specialized in the natural arts and sciences." Delilah's voice was pleasant and soothing, but her smile was oddly enough, not reaching her cool green eyes which seemed to be measuring him.
Delilah glanced at their waiter, "Well we should order something to eat. Please, I must insist on picking up the tab, since if us women have just gotten the right to vote, we should also be allowed to show our appreciation for an artist of genius whose works we admire even if the larger literary corpus has not discovered them yet. I shall have a Lambrusco red wine."
Howard twitched a bit at the remark about the fairer sex getting the right. Nothing good could come of that since they were so weak-willed and prey to hysterics, "No wine, I have a bit of a sensitive stomach. Soda water please."
"Order what you want, Mr. Lovecraft, I shall have Calamari ripieni all'Amalfitana for dinner, sir."
Howard focused on the menu, "Well, Spaghetti then."
The waiter bowed and took their menus before departing.
Delilah picked up her pencil, and Howard twitched as it almost seemed to expand and darken in her hand - a trick of the light surely - before scribbling another set of numbers on the paper. Numbers which seemed to swim and dance as he blinked before returning to normal.
"I must inquire, though, where do you find your inspiration? Your tales of the fantastical and occult call to me and I was inclined to assist with my patronage now that I have come into a modest inheritance." Her voice was still pleasant, but her eyes were measuring him with a certain coldness flickering in their depths.
Howard wiped sweat from his brow, "Sleep, Miss De Breuil, is a gateway to the most phantastical wonders. When I pass the silver gates and dream, why then my mind is transported through the aether to such cyclopean vistas I can scarce recount in the dull tedium of waking existence."
"Ahh, I see," Another scribble with that odd pencil - or was it a pencil truly? - as she stared into his eyes, "Fascinating. Most in our modern era would think of tales of the magical and supernatural to be superstitions that we have long outgrown."
"Piffle!" He took a hasty drink of the soda water that the waiter placed before him. "Those fools do not have the proper sensitivity of spirit, for they think that all knowledge is knowable with their science and thought! Yet there is a vast ocean of Other that is unknown and unknowable beyond their little lighted island. Only visible in the light of the gibbous moon as the truly enlightened man slumbers and his spirit roams through the abyss that their science can never and shall never illumine."
As he finished the candlelight shifted, to glitter from the carving of an eye inside a pyramid surmounted by an oddly carven shifting glyph on her necklace's pendant. Another shift and it was back to a blank golden medallion.
"I see, and such sensitivity should be nurtured." Her voice was cool and calm as the waiter set plates in front of them both. Her fork speared down to pick up the still writhing squamous mass of a stuffed squid and brought it to her pearly white too-even teeth.
As her teeth closed on the rugose tentacles and the lidless black eye that mocked him with understanding, for the briefest instant, he saw with horrified, shrieking comprehension what, not who, sat across from him.
The numbers scribbled on the paper by her gnarled wand glowed with the witchfire that danced from the midnight-darkened stygian tombs of accursed Arkham where wizards bones were gnawed by worms who grew fat with the obscene forbidden knowledge contained within their mouldering remains. Her locket glistened with the lidless eye of her cultic order that was old when Providence was young showing her high rank in their blasphemous number. Still that was preferable to what he saw inside her eyes. A spirit old and powerful, ancient beyond the capability of his mind and the product of miscegenation between a line of witches and warlocks and something inhuman steeped in the ancient eldritch lores of the Far East.
Thankfully his mind whirled in denial and abject horror from that insight as she removed the fork from her mouth and smiled pleasantly. "I'm glad that we could come to an understanding, Mr. Lovecraft."
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MACUSA AUROR REPORT #789,241
SUBJ: POTENTIAL STATUTE OF SECRECY BREAK (LOVECRAFT, HOWARD PHILLIPS)
INVESTIGATING AGENT: AUROR CAPTAIN DE BREUIL
RECOMMENDATION: NO ACTION NEEDED AT THIS TIME, SUBJECT IS JUST HYPERSENSITIVE TO MAGICAL EMISSIONS. MONITOR, AND IF HE GAINS A WIDER AUDIENCE THAN PULP MAGAZINES, REEVALUATE.
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Howard was not sure how he got back to his flat in Brooklyn, what he had said to that thing to prevent her from devouring him like it had devoured the squid. He dry retched a bit (the spaghetti dinner long gone when his gorge rose while he walked home across the Brooklyn Bridge), and the cheque for a large sum of monies 'to pursue his writings into the unknown' seemed to burn with cold fire in his pocket.
Bolting the door behind him, pushing a chair to block it in a futile attempt to be safe from THAT, then locking his windows and drawing the blinds, he finally turned to his typewriter.
With shaking fingers, he typed the first words of what would be perceived after his death in 1937 as one of the masterpieces of horror.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
(And now you know why Del called HPL 'a batty twitchy nutbag' to Colombe. Man had issues with women, interracial marriage, non WASP cultures, math, scientific understanding, and seafood. Dear God, he had issues with seafood.)
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Nope, not at all.
To be honest, that is more suitable for when Shiromizu's Shrine is fully done and she is enshrined.
Yeah, the reactions to that will be amazing!
It really says some good things about their character, though also that perhaps they hold too high of standards.
Hmm... I am wondering what would happen with Tsukiakari once she fully masters magic...
Possibly, yes, to both.
Well... this actually has a good reason. It is basically how I show that the characters are speaking a different language such as Japanese. Look back to the German bit, and you'll find that there was a smattering of German words in place of English ones, which was to show that they were speaking German. If the people were speaking Italian or Spanish, there would be words in those languages scattered throughout. It just makes it simple.
To be honest, part of that has
To be honest, when I looked it up all I found is that it has entered common usage as a version of "Bastard" nowadays. *Shrugs*
Those two will show up soon enough... I am just building up a bit.
Actually, it is mostly from PMs between me and the other Authors to keep track of everything.
Actually, it is because Harry is British. There, only alcoholic cider is called such.
And it is not over yet...I was hoping a reunion between Ian and the rest of his loves would happen, but damn, Harry...feels much?
Yeah, that is putting it mildly... that said? You do realize that you hinted there is some truth to the whole Lovecraft thing, right? :lol
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
Huh. I knew Lovecraft had issues with a lot of that, but not about seafood. Good to know. And it does explain some of his proclivities in creating monsters which lurk under the waves...
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Yes and yes. They really do have high character and absolutely hold themselves to too high standards.
I'm looking forward to seeing the Hitobashara twins again myself.
Well yeah, he was sensitive enough to pick up 'hints' of magical activities. Notice how he broke through the obscuring and concealing charms that Del had up and runnign and glimpsed her true self as 'only half human?' Now how much of his writings were true, how much were distorted truths he only half-glimpsed, and how much was false and the product of his fevered brain...well then.
Yeah, a lot of Lovecraft's stories were basically in one form or another self-therapy.
Notice all the times that a HPL character has a 'taint in the bloodline' that dooms him to a hideous fate? HPL's father died insane of syphilis when he was a young boy, which was misdiagnosed as hereditary insanity....
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Imagine, just imagine, what kind of trippy shit HPL would have written had he first ran into Kago, and not Del.
No. It hasn't, except in the minds of weeaboo anime fans. Here is a good reference on the actual use of the term.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Please don't use that term, as its rather disrespectful/borderline racist. Because I have had it thrown at me, a Caucasian, as a racial insult since I married a Japanese woman.
Later edit: no need for mod action on this, as he apologized immediately below. I consider it resolved.
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Apologies, then.
To be clear, I was speaking of the American equivalent of the sort of people who'd design and wear shirts like these... only with, you know, less cultural excuse. There is, unfortunately, a substantial portion of the anime fanbase who think they know Japanese and what Japan's like from various anime sources without, you know, having taken the time and effort to go there, actually learn the language, or come to actually understand Japanese culture.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
I refer to them as members of the DBZ-Fakku club. Which pretty much covers things without using specifics.
I fully admit I screw up at times with Japan. I can speak it at around 6th-8th grade (their system) level, but my reading skills are horrific as soon as kanji comes into play. Listening to it helps me more than reading. On the other hand, I try to read up on as many sources as possible, plus talking to friends. That and Sendai (Kaede's home city) is away from 'the' biggest cities, so I can see things from a more suburban perspective than Tokyo/Kyoto/Osaka visitors, or those watching anime which 99% of the time is in/near one of the major population centers.
And I like using this vid as a sliiightly exaggerated difference between anime/manga & reality:
Its old, but works well enough to get the point across.
I fully admit I screw up at times with Japan. I can speak it at around 6th-8th grade (their system) level, but my reading skills are horrific as soon as kanji comes into play. Listening to it helps me more than reading. On the other hand, I try to read up on as many sources as possible, plus talking to friends. That and Sendai (Kaede's home city) is away from 'the' biggest cities, so I can see things from a more suburban perspective than Tokyo/Kyoto/Osaka visitors, or those watching anime which 99% of the time is in/near one of the major population centers.
And I like using this vid as a sliiightly exaggerated difference between anime/manga & reality:
Its old, but works well enough to get the point across.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
That would be amazing...
Um... from the link, and the part that is confusing me about this...
I... am pretty sure that is what sticks with people, including myself in regards to it...
Again, however, it means "you". Or, as I put it:
Edit: To elaborate a bit, Japanese includes politeness -- and levels of politeness -- on a grammatical level. There's something of an introduction to the topic here, but the important thing to understand in this context is that changes in the level of politeness you use can also have meaning.
In real life, "teme" is almost never used because it's rude. Disposing of all politeness is... well, the sort of thing you'd do when you want to curse -- and note that phrasing in the article. The Japanese don't really curse much in the Western sense.
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Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
IMO, 'teme', while not fitting the technical definition of meaning 'you bastard', does more or less make for an adequate fit as the emotional outburst equivalent of saying it.
There is a reason its used that way in professionally made translations and fan translations as well. Because while there isn't a 'curse' that fits 1:1, the average emotional equivalent response in English is 'close enough'.
In short, until both pro & fan translators come up with a better term to replace how we currently view the swap, it, well, fits.
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Now, as for overused terms, which anime has caused a major misunderstanding? And this is for everyone reading.
People dropping in Yurusenai as if its usually said whenever someone ticks you off enough you need to express it vocally.
Ah, no.
You don't say that unless someone is about to need an ambulance, and you're willing to ignore social conventions & accept the consequences. Aka, you know you're going to go to jail, but whatever Person X did, deserves a beating. That or some other way of utterly destroying them (monetarily, socially, job, etc). Any use for a lesser offense is just BS/chuuni and/or tough guy talk. You do not use it unless you're dead serious.
Which, of course, is why you never hear it in real life outside of hearing it in anime, manga, or films.
There is a reason its used that way in professionally made translations and fan translations as well. Because while there isn't a 'curse' that fits 1:1, the average emotional equivalent response in English is 'close enough'.
In short, until both pro & fan translators come up with a better term to replace how we currently view the swap, it, well, fits.
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Now, as for overused terms, which anime has caused a major misunderstanding? And this is for everyone reading.
People dropping in Yurusenai as if its usually said whenever someone ticks you off enough you need to express it vocally.
Ah, no.
You don't say that unless someone is about to need an ambulance, and you're willing to ignore social conventions & accept the consequences. Aka, you know you're going to go to jail, but whatever Person X did, deserves a beating. That or some other way of utterly destroying them (monetarily, socially, job, etc). Any use for a lesser offense is just BS/chuuni and/or tough guy talk. You do not use it unless you're dead serious.
Which, of course, is why you never hear it in real life outside of hearing it in anime, manga, or films.
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Yes, and I've acknowledged that, but my objection to the way it's been used in-fic has been grammatical. As I keep mentioning, it's not an honorific or an adjective... and it's a second-person pronoun, meaning that it won't be used that way when talking to a third party.