The city is rather like a market place today. Not as organized or as neat as the markets that one is used to seeing. Although some of these items for sale... I do not believe that they should be sold, nor do I see why someone would be interested in such... things. Yet, others... they seem to be quite a number of unique and useful ones. Of course, ( Read more... )

Writing, it seems, should be left to those who are professionals. Yet it appears as if this nonsense is to continue beyond one mere day. If any are cursed within the house, I have absolutely no deserve to read such nonsense. In fact, time would better be spent in a variety of other manners.

[The feed is accidentally turned on as it is knocked to the ground. A hoof is seen, long silver feathers of hair curling around the ungula, and another is brought down with a loud thud.

There is a snort, and the camera gets bumped, turned, the angle now showing a kirin. Clearly, he is not impressed, for his tail is lashing back and forth angrily ( Read more... )

Taiho. It would appear...

[A face turns toward the winged woman, giving a sigh.

It is clearly another woman. A tall woman, with long blonde hair and purple eyes. Her bearing is regal, although she holds a displeased look upon her face.]

Yes, I am aware. This city has seen fit to do this yet again.

I assume that all this nonsense from the other day is now over and done with.

[A pause, before his voice comes back as cold as usual.] Royal edicts are not to be used in that manner.

I have also looked up this tale, the one called 'The Emperor's New Clothes.'

This Emperor cared for nothing other than his wardrobe, and hired two weavers to make him ( Read more... )

If you could just-

No, no! It is all wrong! I want to be folded neatly!

Well, I don't! I want to be free and loose! My pair is a bore!

At least your match doesn't have a hole! Mine doesn't even care!

Will you please-

Hey! I wouldn't even consider that a hole! You can't even poke a finger through it!

... [sigh] My socks do not have holes in them!

Ah. Yes. . .

I recall. This day.

[The feed turns on, and yet it appears to be just looking at the ceiling. For several moments it remains there, before suddenly it is sharply shifted to the side, giving a partial view of Keiki, seated at the desk in his room, writing.

It doesn't stop there though, for it moves again, once more focused on the ceiling, before a grey ear can be seen ( Read more... )

The stench of blood... [a sharply drawn in breath]

It... it is overwhelming.

[his voice sounds faint and strained] Once again, this city reeks.

[His voice sounds slightly stiff and formal, but that is Keiki's usual way of doing things. There is silence for a moment, although the device is clearly on and one can hear the soft breathing of someone before he finally starts to speak.]A Kirin is a holy creature that is born from a tree called a Shashinboku as a Ranka in Mt. Hou which lays at ( Read more... )