Karasu (half) shitlordlass, junior grade, reporting for duty.

Carrion or Carrion?

nightblindsparrow:

Mystia’s smile grew into laughter, patting the young tengu’s head. “There’s no need to worry. Will you be alright on your own going home?” She would accompany her home, though the fact that she was dead might be a deterrent to such a thing.

Oh well.

Mika beamed at the head patting. “I’ll be fiiiiine, Miss Mystia! Thank you for playing with meeeee!” Daw, would you look at that? The fledgling has wrapped her tiny arms around the dead woman and given her a very enthusiastic hug. “You’re super nice, and we’ll play again!”

In a later reporter given to her mother, Mika would omit the part about Mystia being dead and an outsider… Not for any desire to avoid trouble, but simply because the facts didn’t seem important to her. Kids are funny that way.

Vintage

the-old-tengu:

Yamanushi rubbed his beard.  Duplicity among tengu was common, but when paperwork was involved…

"Well, first you need to fill them out; however many you can remember doing articles on, with a copy attached.  That’s the easy part.  From there, things get fun."  He grinned widely, as if enjoying the idea, "You have to go into the kotengu’s offices, and find one with a big stack.  Your papers have to go into the middle of that stack neatly when the kotengu there can’t see them.  Not all at once.  If you did good, then that kotengu will just get a scolding for being disorganized."

He cleared his throat, “If you did badly, you might be in for a punishment…  With the worst case being no poms in the end.  But that’s how you file late!”

"Though it’s easier with a distraction, such as pretending to brawl with one of the wolf tengu in the office, knocking over a stack and tossing your papers in."  …Which was probably how Yamanushi filed…

Duplicity and trickery were far from uncommon, but it was just a little something they liked to keep under the rug… To outright speak of it? Why, if Kenmei weren’t a Daitengu, Daichi would have offered a rather stern rebuke. Given that Honored Kenmai Yamanushi was a Daitengu, and therefore was the closest thing to infallible that the reporter could think of, he listened closely and tried to take the plan to heart.

Let’s take a quick glance at the variables at work here, shall we?

Daitengu = infallible and wise
Daitengu = Kenmei Yamanushi (present subject)
(Present subject) Kenmei Yamanushi proposes Plan.

Plan
End result: earning of poms. Outcome = positive
Solvable: paperwork is late.
Solution: sneak paperwork into unwitting Kotengu processing.
-Possible consequences passed to other Tengu. Action = negative
-Brawl with Hakurou for distraction. Action = negative
Outcome outweighed by negative actions required. Plan = negative.

Plan (flawed) proposed by Daitengu (infallible) is negative.
Daichi.exe has encountered a fatal error and has stopped working.
Retry: y/n?

"I, er, uh…" If you look closely, you can see steam rising from the senior editor’s ears! To restore some semblance of comfort to his mind, Daichi downed his cup of sake in one go before picking up the shambled mess of his stuttering comment. "This lesser one isn’t sure that’s wise, Honored Yamanushi. I mean, the Kotengu will get in trouble for my mistake! That can’t be okay, right?"

Black and Blue

silentsaviourinblue:

Suuuure, help when it’s not dangerous, Minato thought bemusedly, almost exasperated enough to roll his eyes; that said, he was also tempted to snicker. He was somewhat amused by the change of attitude, or so it seemed to be to him. In any case, some help was better than none, so he nodded, kicking the bug carcass over to the tengu. 

"Yeah, humming, that sounds like the teleporters," he muttered. "We use them whenever we want to go back to the bottom of the tower. Most of them are one-way only, but there’s some floors with ones that you can go to from the bottom as well. You have to activate it yourself first though, so you can’t go higher through the teleporters than however high you’ve already gotten," he explained. "When I find stuff like this that’s annoying to carry around everywhere due to size then I just stick it in one of those and take it all back at once later. If you find the right person you can sell it for a decent price." 

He wondered if they’d see any other shadows on the way over, although probably not since it wasn’t too far away and he’d just had to fend one off now. It seemed they usually tended not to wander the same areas as other shadows, in any case.

Birds are just like that.

Daichi dropped his notebook back into his pocket and hefted the shell onto his back with a grunt. “I didn’t know Ms Nightbug’s friends got so heavy,” he remarked under his breath before turning his attention back to Minato with a perplexed expression as the youth’s last statement was finally registered. “Wait, I’m confused… You sell dead Youkai, er Shadow parts to others? That’s barbaric!” The Tengu huffed, but continued carrying the shell towards the hum of the magical circle-y thing. “Is money and violence the only reason you come here, Mr Arisato?”

The S.E.E.S. commander’s prediction panned out; no Shadows harassed the unlikely duo, and it wasn’t long before they emerged into an empty room with the idle teleplorter.

gateguardingdragon:

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"The real question is: Does he really honor people, or is the ‘honored’ nickname just force of habit at this point? Social norm, maybe? Never heard Shameimaru call anyone ‘honored’. Or is she a black sheep among her people? Never really cared much about Tengu culture."

"It’s a very old custom, Ms Hong," the Tengu explained in a tone that suggested that there was an extremely boring lecture coming up. "Honored Shameimaru is somewhat more… Progessive. Anyway, the term ‘yefallos’ was originally reserved exclusively for the Oni, but over time, it simply became a polite term for strangers, or other individuals you aren’t intimately familiar with. Further, it’s worth noting…"

Yeah, that’s quite enough. It’s nothing more than a meaningless polite term, like sir or ma’am.

[[Thank you all for your asks, prompts, and general madness, but I have to close up the inbox for a bit. Time’s limited, and I still owe RP replies, have a complete lexicon to finish, two drabbles to write, one RPG project to work on, and a partridge in a pear tree to eat. What? I’m hungry.

Words to follow soon.]]

"I wonder if my nose is too small…"

"Hey, Reimu, is my nose too small?"

jisuk:

Karasu is a novel about yokai in feudal Japan. You can read it here.

[[It is no exaggeration to say that Jisuk is one of the best story tellers I’ve ever encountered. Read Karasu. Read Fishbones too.]]

jisuk:

Karasu is a novel about yokai in feudal Japan. You can read it here.

[[It is no exaggeration to say that Jisuk is one of the best story tellers I’ve ever encountered. Read Karasu. Read Fishbones too.]]

Even Dead Girls Have Questions Too!

mtgmultimuse:

"Hakurei? Am I supposed to be impressed?" She has no clue what this Hakurei is, but listening to Daichi gave her some idea. She apparently maintained the barrier that kept this place separated from other people. In a way, Phage was impressed. After all, sealing off a section of land is no small feat. "But that still just fuels me more, birdman. If this woman is as immortal as you claim, then it just makes me want to find her more. Immortality may be nice for some, but I’ve met immortals, birdman. They are nothing compared to me. But I will not attack her, as is the terms. Provided you satisfy my curiosity."

"So people no longer believe in you? These people sound like idiots. After all, being a planeswalker means you see things no one else can see. Yes, I may not have seen birdmen like you, but from the other planes I have visited, there were elves, goblins, other zombies -though much weaker than yours truly-, dragons, elementals, and that’s just a small speck. Perhaps I could take to summoning a creature for you? Oh, don’t worry. It’s perfectly harmless. My touch may bring death, but my spells are non-lethal." For the most part.

"Well, I guess the Hakurei name doesn’t mean much to an outsider, but if you cross her path, I’m sure you’ll be adequately impressed." He paused for a moment and carefully considered how to continue in regards to his immortal friend. "Ms Houraisan would probably welcome you into her home for tea and conversation if your curiosity is piqued, but I’ll happily answer questions if that will spare her a fight."

Daichi shifted on his captured air cushion and itched to take notes as Phage spoke, but he wasn’t sure how she’d interpret the action. “I’m not sure of the specifics, as I was a mere fledgling when Gensokyo was sealed, but yes, the Humans have lost faith in Youkai as a whole, my people included. Either way, if their stupidity keeps us safe here, I’m happy enough without them being planeswalkers.” Whatever that was, he quietly added to himself. The unfamiliar species names, among the few known ones, further added a degree of mystery to Phage. “I’ve seen a lot of the things you mentioned, but what’re Elves and Goblins? Never heard of those… If your summoning is harmless, then jisen. Yes please.”

Where There’s Blood, There’s News

vampire-science:

The phrase ‘500 years old’ caused a dreadful image to manifest within Jasper’s brain as two dreadful looking vampires took hold of his imagination, “If the Scarlet sister’s are ‘new’ then I’d hate to see how ‘old’ Ms. Key-rue-my is!” Still challenged by Japanese the vampire opted for something easier to pronounce, and so his speech drifted towards Ms. Gail and how the two had met, “I unknowingly bought Ms. Gail’s house from an unreliable source, and so when her shop burned down she came back here to stay and that’s how we met… We’ve got a pretty nice arrangement going on if I do say so my self!”

The Tengu cocked his head to the side. “Ms Kurumi doesn’t look that old, at least to this lesser one’s eye. I mean, she does featherless wings, which is unfortunate and awful looking, but we can’t all but Karasu, right?”

Purely for the record, this writer would like to add that he didn’t take the opportunity for an easy ‘long in the tooth’ pun. You’re welcome.

"Ha! I’ll bet that must have been quite a meeting!" Daichi chuckled and began digging through his robe’s inner pocket. "Did you or she break the door down?" he inquired as his hand quietly returned bearing a bottle, which was immediately offered to Jasper. "And what sort of arrangement do you two have? Do you pay her rent now, or just co-own the home?"

Amphibious Combat Journalism

diluvialmere:

"Ah, I was wondering when he would fight back." A sense of relief coursed through the water-dweller upon seeing her opponent’s green bullets intersecting with her own; interview or not, a duel without both participants firing danmaku wasn’t much of a thrill nor spectacle from Nitori’s point of view.

Taking note of Daichi’s bullets, this situation required a shield or a counter of sorts. Upon realisation of this fact, a smirk appeared on the kappa’s face, whose cards carried either one or the other - or even both. Standing her ground, Nitori took out a card at random. A quick glance at her choice prior to activation:

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Flood: Ooze Flooding! Normal!

A torrent of ooze materialized, then formed a wall around the kappa; mere seconds after formation, spheres emulating bubbles shot out from her barrier towards the tengu. “Friendly duel or not, I’m not holding back~!” A playful taunt to one’s foe, indicative of her competitive nature; contrary to her apparent shyness, Nitori enjoyed duels, even moreso during the utilization of higher level cards. For now, at least, she settled on a normal level card, intending to increase the difficulty later on.

Only the truly generous, or scathingly sarcastic, would call Daichi’s counteroffensive fighting back… A more apt description might include words like inept, bumbling, or even incompetent. Were she to see the duel, Reimu might lament the hours of wasted time she spent giving her husband danmaku lessons each week.

This really is a woman’s sport, he groused as he struggled his way through another line of blue danmaku. Normal?! Yepruna ba! Daichi tried to keep his focus on dodging, while just letting his pattern weave its self, but his attention kept sliding around and his bullets weren’t even posing a modest threat to the Kappa.

Nitori’s constant barrage wore his endurance down with little grazing hits until his focus on his spellcard was disrupted completely. The field of magic burst as the reporter’s first card was broken. “Daersih ohw!” Such profanity! “Can… Can I catch my breath for a second? That’s not fair… Phew… Leading with your powerful cards first! Aren’t you supposed to start with weak stuff first?”

Hold on, I can translate that to the idiot. Ah-HEM. GET YO DICK BACK IN YO PANTS BEFORE I CUT IT OFF.
Anonymous

askeirin:

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How kind of you for his sake to presume that I would use a knife or would want my person to be anywhere near it~

I can easily mangle whatever I wish from hundreds of meters away.

"… Stupid bow."

[[One reply a day… I’m posting at half the speed of Amber!

More to come later, I hope. Later folks.]]

Side Jobs

halfangelhalfhumanbutallshota:

Ah, so the Tengu wasn’t exactly just a simple intruder, but one that already made a name for itself into the mansion, or something like that? Luka could remember something that the Head Maid warned him on, about some feathered troubles with a kick of slipping into the first open window and pester whoever came to sight first, but certainly he didn’t expect them to be, well, more than very bothersome birds.

Yet, here it was, one of those ‘nuisances’, now chatting with him in a friendly manner. Wasn’t for a series of things, first of all being that Luka was in a world completely unknown to him, the one being interviewed would actually be the tengu itself, as Luka had so many questions about that world and it’s inhabitants.

”I see…T-Though, for the next time, please do not enter so suddenly, or at least please do not send all the dust flying with your wings, Sir.” Luka knew already how said request was probably going to be ignored, but he had at least to try, no? Well, with that aside, Luka quickly stood up and turned his back to the tengu, to reach his backpack and quickly taking out of it both a a metallic teapot, a little box which contained a few teabags, and his own canteen, with which he filled the teapot before placing it over a small metallic grid that stood over the fire.
Ehi, you can say many things about the kid, but Luka surely knew how to live in a camp, isn’t it?

”Ah, my world?” He repeated as he worked with the teapot. ”It’s…really not that different from this one, I guess. Though, I didn’t see much of it yet, and I might be wrong.” Well, some differences are already clear to Luka, the gender of the Monster Boy in front of him proving so, but for the rest it was still hard to give a precise explanation of what was different. ”I think what really is different is how in this world there are both humanoid-like and completely monster-like ‘monsters’…if that makes some sense.

A-And, n-nice to meet you, sir Yuutamo. My name’s Luka a-and it is a pleasure to meet you too…formally.” Didn’t they greet each other already though? Oh well.

simple intruder? Why, the nerve! Tengu are exceptional intruders; noble in purpose, expert in execution! Truly, any home that one sneaks into is blessed. If Daichi were privy to the boy’s thoughts, he’d… Oh, wait, hold on. You’re saying he wasn’t just a common intruder? Carry on then.

Much as the fake hero predicted, the reporter waved aside his request as breezily as one might decline an offer of a cup of stale tea. “I have to go where the news is, Mr Luka; the winds of journalism carry me as they will,” he remarked as the young man began preparing tea. Makai, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had tea from a camp\fire!

"Very Human-centric thinking, but I take your meaning." The Karasu nodded at their second greeting. “Though, it would definitely benefit you to remember that the more Human a Youkai may look, the more powerful they tend to be…”

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"All the more vicious too! If Ms Yakumo is in a mood, she’s just as likely to turn you inside out as offer you tea."

"That’s why it’s best to trust Youkai with wings! You know what we are, so there’s no question about our intentions!" ‘Cause that makes sense, right? "What were the Youkai in your world like?"

jisuk:

Karasu WIP