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❖ ????「 silentreimu 」
That’s very kind of Kosuzu to offer, but since she can’t read the books, she has no idea what any of the titles or synopses are. She doesn’t even know where to start.
Maybe Reimu should… learn a new language?
Deciding not to give up, she grabs a random book off the shelf. She has no idea what it is, but it has the picture of what her story books at the shrine says is a kind of castle on the front, so it might be in the realm of what she’s looking for.
Too bad she can’t read Hungarian.
Really Reimu, don’t be afraid to take up Kozusu’s offer of reading it for her - she does it for the village kids all the time! Besides, it’s her job to help a customer find what they’re looking for.
“That one isn’t in Japanese. Are you certain you don’t want my help?”
Then again... maybe it would just take Reimu getting frustrated to eventually ask for it.
“... though, if you’re certain, I’ll leave you be.”
❖ ????「 asknueidentified 」
Nue had to blink at that comment. The idea of village humans venturing out regularly like that was indeed a tad surprising. Still, that didn’t explain why this girl was of interest to Mamizou.
Nue leaned slightly to the side, trying to maintain a casual air.
“Outside the village? That sounds dangerous. So what sort of new books have they brought in recently? Anything exotic?”
It’s not like the entire village ventured out, or anything. Only those fit enough to take care of themselves. Her dad kept charms on him to keep youkai away, and all, so it’s not like they go outside without precautions set in place.
“Eh, just outside world news magazines. Science and occult, current events. I guess it’s all old news over there, so it wound up here instead.”
Nothing particularly exotic yet. Those books had a particular feel to them, none of the current batch had that power to them.
❖ ????「 shugcxrcuei-jin 」
[天羽武] : “ I see… I’m seeing some book from the outside. I wonder how these wound up here. “
Seeing some certain books make it quite strange for someone like him. Since he did come from outside the barrier. Taking a look at some of the books on her shelf made him want to take a read.
[天羽武] : “ Not exactly, but please, I would like to stay a little longer to read them?
“Mm. We’re a store, not a library.”
If everyone came in to only read books, and not buy them, then she’d be out of business. But, since he didn’t know what he was looking for....
“If you know what book you’re looking for, i can try and find it for you.”
❖ patchouli「 knowledge-and-shadow 」
Islands? Landmass? You’ll need to be more specific. This is Earth; there are lots of both.
Anyway, having showed the girl where Japan was and allowed her some perspective, she turned the globe to show her another, considerably larger landmass. “This,” she said, tracing it with her finger, “is Africa. And here,” she went on, shifting it before putting her finger on one particular spot, “is Berlin.”
She really couldn’t be more specific than that. All of this was new to her. Everything was an island and landmass to her. Well... it didn’t really matter to her. It’s not like she would ever see them in person, in her lifetime. No-one ever really left Gensokyo, anyways.
“Huh. All the way over there? What area is Berlin part of?”
Well, the article had said it was a city, so it was a village, right? That meant it was part of a larger country or territory. If Africa was an entire country (really, that ENTIRE place was a country? or was Africa just the name of the landmass, and there were smaller ones inside of it?), then Berlin had to be part of one too.
“So... why was that wall falling big news?”
❖ ????「 yuukakazami 」
Yuuka’s thoughts on tengu newspaper were both very lengthy, and very not fit for a child to hear. Just to hear the words might just cause any nearby human women and children to faint from sheer horror. Honestly not that different from most other people bothered by tengu, just more vehement about it.
“I suppose you’re right. Understanding things from the outside world is impossible for the most part. The phrases they use just don’t make any sense.” She’d tried talking to outside world humans before, after all. They rarely made much sense, what with using all their outside world terms that just confused her and got her angry. Still, Kosuzu’s question tipped her off to the one thing she hadn’t known: the girl didn’t know who she was. She thought she was just some strange human. “I do live outside the village, yes. My home is in the Garden of the Sun, the sunflower field a brisk walk away from here.” That would probably tip the girl off as to who she was. But if not…well, Yuuka might get to have a bit of fun teasing her.
Oh, what could go wrong? Kosuzu loves gossip! Well... less that she loves it, and more that she’s prone to hearing about it anyways. And it’s not like she can do anything about it - one of those tengu pressured her into selling her newspaper, after all. Getting on their bad side seemed to be a bad idea.
Reimu said it was okay to sell, at least, so it’s not like it was going to hurt her.
“Oh, a sunflower field? I wasn’t aware we had one of those.”
Mainly because most of the village stayed the hell away from there. Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t go near. The only humans who went outside of the village were ones with extermination abilities, or those who went to collect objects. It was dangerous, after all.
And Kosuzu most of all had no reason to head out there, anyways. Her dad was the one who did the collecting for the store.
But... Kosuzu didn’t get involved in incidents or youkai, at least not until recently. No reason to know who this lady was. Their run-in is probably going to be the next hot gossip for the next couple days.
❖ ????「 knowledge-and-shadow 」
Kosuzu didn’t know what elves were? Lucky girl. They’re assholes.
“Know about this one? Practically nothing, except that it isn’t from Makai; if it were, I could read it. No, it’s a book that made its way there from someplace else further beyond, and I brought it from Makai to here. Nobody there could read it, either, so they didn’t object.”
The mage paused to think for a moment. “I can also safely assume that it didn’t cause very many problems in Makai, since Lady Shinki let me take it. Which means it’s probably quite safe.”
Well, she’s never heard of them before, at least. Were they some sort of youkai? Maybe a foreign type? Can’t say she’s come across them in her foreign books, either. Well... maybe a couple, but they weren’t exactly something she’d ever considered to be real. Those books were written recently, weren’t they? Didn’t that just make them some other type of human?
“.... seems to be a journal. It talks about different cities and sights on the road. Something about a mountain fortress? And that the trees were pretty at the time. Huh, apparently they had to switch wagons the day after. Probably wealthy, to be able to afford horses.”
❖ ????「 riigfcre 」
｢ er, sorry… ｣
｢ ❣ ｣ careful as she might have been, flandre still jumped slightly. she’d been distracted by the array of books that reminded her of a certain place.
｢ i’ll go…but, um, if you don’t mind, what are the rumors about? ｣
｢ ❣ ｣ she hoped it wasn’t too much of a bother. after all, being a creature that thrived in the night, there wasn’t much to fear. at least, she hoped so.
“Oh, someone’s seen something lurking in the alleyways lately. Some say they’ve been attacked by it, looked like a human-sized shadow. Only comes out at night, so it not safe to be out after dark.”
Ah, had she jumped? Kosuzu didn’t mean to scare her. Most came to her store either looking for books on the outside, or looking for something more unusual. The later fare usually isn’t started by strange rumors, though. Can’t say she’s seen this one around the village, though. Was she new?
“It IS just a rumor, but everyone’s being cautious.”
❖ ????「 freshholeinthewall 」
“Oh, they aren’t?” She looked up from the nondescript shelf she was staring at and towards the young girl who has discovered her. “There wasn’t a sign or anyone stopping me. I figured this out-of-the-way room would have more interesting finds than the usual merchandise. You know, hidden tomes or old documents and the like.”
Clearly she needed a bit more of a nudge to step out there, seeing as how she made no move to leave the back room quite yet. “By the way, it is really messy back here if you ask me. How do you even find anything among the all the foreign titles, anyway?”
“Customers can inquire, but only employees are allowed back here. The curtain should’ve made it pretty obvious.”
Really, letting customers into the backroom is bad for business. Easy for them to get hurt, or something to get stolen. But this one pushed her way back here, so pushed back out she will be. C’mon, Seiga. Kosuzu’ll remove you herself, if she has to. Girl’s got a push to her.
“It’s supposed to be that way. If it’s back here, then it’s not ready to go out front. Or it’s too fragile to be out in the open. Organization is a private process.”
Kosuzu Mootori
Bibliophile with a Deciphering Eye
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sorry for the low (well, lower than normal) activity, folks. getting ready for some IRL stuff happening in the upcoming months, plus my productivity’s been cut in half since a few people in my house have taken to being glued to my hip at all waking hours.
i’ll see about getting drafts done before the local con rolls around, but I give no garuntees. Expect (well, some degree of) normal activity to return June-ish.
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john keats: the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.
f. scott fitzgerald: mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.
franz kafka: the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head
h.p. lovecraft: the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends.
jack kerouac: the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.
edgar allan poe: the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.
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attention span is fraying - i’ll attend to the rest of these drafts later. yuukakazami, freshholeinthewall, riigfcre, knowledge-and-shadow
❖ ????「 yoruhane 」
“Seriously?!” The sole copy, and out of her price range. Quite an unfortunate turn of events. “Yohane requires that tome to return to her realm! It’s absolutely integral that I return!”
“This is a store, not a library. I can rent you the volume, but if you wish to permanently purchase it, it will be quite expensive.”
She just doesn’t want to part with one of her precious youma books. It’s not like the normal villagers would want to buy them. And if this one came from the Outside world, couldn’t she just get the shrine maiden to take her back to the Outside?
“First I’ve heard of it opening portals, though... does it really lead Outside?”
Maybe she should take it off the market, before Miss Reimu finds out... That sounds like something she’d get in trouble for.
