video; un: ashiya-dono

[nuraridouman]

-ing piece of... Ah! Does this work? Helloooo? Gods, I’m going to feel like such an idiot if this doesn’t-

[The video shakes and turns several times around before it finally settles. Apparently the owner put it somewhere and is inspecting it now like one would a mirror, all angry frowns, tousled purple hair and challenging red eyes that match well with the ornate red and black kariginu that the teen(?) is wearing. And is that a paw-print on his cheek? His voice is surprisingly deep though, and comes as a belligerent growl.]

Alright. This.

[He holds up a very elegant & smug looking fox by its scruff, looking disgusted.]

This poor excuse of a pest has been having a field day eating my food, stealing and burying my clothes, tracking ink over my notices and otherwise being a nuisance. So if this is anyone’s pet, I want compensation.

If it isn’t... I’m looking for a talented fur monger or tanner to turn this into an outfit for next winter. Money won’t be an issue.

[He lowers his captive.]

Second, what’s the best way of getting from place to place here? That stupid grilled chicken Suzaku dares ignore my calls, so I need to invest in a ride that’s both reliable and worthy of an imperial court noble.

Are those Choo-Bootys really better than horse- OW! You-!!

[Rule 1 when handling wild animals: don’t take your attention off of said wild animal.]

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[nuraridouman]

They can still send it to your alias instead, curtaincaller.

[That might just become his new nickname for Fandaniel. "Curtaincaller." Or maybe "theater demon", depending on how Douman feels.]

Which kind of plays do you like?

[endcaller]

All kinds. But I do have a special fondness for the ones that are tragedy and comedy in equal measure.

[nuraridouman]

[So the story of Douman's life would qualify, not that he's currently aware.]

Good answer. I prefer sangaku over overly tragic pieces as well. There's already enough shit going on in everyday life, no need to fill our leisure time with it as well.

Half of my work is dealing with the results of one fucking tragedy or another, and people never learn... !

[endcaller]

Is it now?

Do tell!

[nuraridouman]

....A grudge is a sentiment that is chained down and cannot move. With no escape, without a way out...

That sentiment soon festers. It'll turn into sadness or hostility. In any case it'll keep growing and growing until it starts lashing out at others. And then it's too late. Anybody who causes such a deep grudge will ultimately have to satiate it themselves.

Until then it will keep raging and dragging others into it's mess, causing new deep sentiments to arise in the process. Such is the nature of curses.

I know that because I'm the one who they call once shit's really hit the fan. One 'evil' to deliver them from another. I can't even count the number of times where I was tempted to just kick some asshole into the arms of the monster they theyselves created with their actions.

[endcaller]

It sounds to me like you aren't speaking in metaphor when you speak of these monstrous grudges.

[A slight grin.]

That isn't what that fox was, I hope?

[nuraridouman]

I'm not.

[Which is about all he'll say on that matter while in public.]

That fox is only an animal that got himself drunk on a bit too much spirit energy. I don't know if one of his parents was a real spirit or not, but it's at least no grudge. You'd know if there were a real one around, trust me.