| An Open Letter To My Archnemesis |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|06:05 pm] |
(Editor's Note: This one comes from the SL we shall call "the Nao continuity", as it is so much easier than keeping all this straight in my head.)
Dear Wibble Troll,
STOP. FOLLOWING. ME.
Seriously. Number one, I've never seen you before in my fucking life. You just popped up out of fucking nowhere, and for Kannon-knows-what reason you just won't quit. I have no idea what you want because you seem to be trying to communicate (as in, your lips are moving and you're making noise), but the only thing that comes out is "wibblewibblewibble". Perhaps you're an imbecile, which appears to be a progressively more likely hypothesis.
Wherever I go, you're there, and you immediately latch on to me like I'm the Amida Buddha and I'm here to SAVE YOUR SOUL!. You won't leave my side for a damn minute, not even to let me go piss. I suppose it's possible you want my cock, but really now, this is ridiculous. And the next time you follow me into the jakes, I am going to let 'er rip in your face, not in the hole. Serve you right too, ya little cunt.
Oh, and this deal where you follow me to my lover's house and stand on the porch and wibble all night for me to come out and play with you or whatever? HAS GOT TO STOP. We're not afraid that you're going to hurt us or anything, since you look too scared, but IT'S ANNOYING. LIKE REALLY ANNOYING. And I for one am totally disinclined to let you in. NEXT TIME I'M BOOBY-TRAPPING THE PORCH.
If you don't CUT IT THE FUCK OUT, dear Wibble Troll, I shall send a missive for the shogunal samurai. And if THAT doesn't work, which is quite likely because they're all a bunch of inbred boobs (except for you, honey, you know I didn't mean you), I will personally give you a spanking you'll never forget, and it won't be the sexy kind either. Does the phrase ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF PAIN!!!! mean anything to you?
Sincerely yours,
Akita Yukichi |
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| Home Again, Home Again |
[Apr. 23rd, 2005|11:14 pm] |
It was still pouring down rain when we left, and if Matsuda has trouble walking when it's dry, it's a thousand times worse in the rain. I suggested a detour, since it's quicker to cut through my town and get back to the Tôkaidô. Also, frankly, I wanted to see if anything had changed.
I don't know much about Matsuda. I have no idea where he's from or what his life was like or how he wound up outside of Yoshida when I met him there. It's not my business. That said, I should have known I couldn't expect him to understand. I don't know if I could have expected anyone else to understand, barring O-Sada (maybe) and Shirôzaemon (for sure).
( You can't go home again. ) |
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| Rain |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|02:10 am] |
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It's raining in Futagawa.
I don't like rain. It makes me melancholy and nostalgic; it reminds me of being fifteen and on sentry duty all night, and of being twenty-one and dying of love, and of being twenty-five and walking in someone's funeral, and of being thirty and happy and warm in someone's arms and knowing it can't last, and of a thousand lonely, rainy days on the Tôkaidô. It reminds me of all the times when things were out of my reach, all the wasted opportunities, all the shut doors and all the irrevocable denials.
Oh, and I don't like walking in the rain, either. I knew a woman once who liked to "frolic" in it. As I was her bodyguard at the time, I was called upon to accompany her while she engaged in this activity. Her father stiffed me on the pay, too. Bastard.
( Aaaaaaannnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyywaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy. ) |
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| A Question |
[Dec. 13th, 2004|11:46 am] |
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Hey, Matsuda?
Do you like having your back rubbed? |
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| We Reach Futagawa |
[Dec. 12th, 2004|03:13 am] |
(Editorial Note: Back to Storyline #1.)
So we got to Futagawa without incident. Thank God. (Like twelve years ago? I was through there and they stripped me. Assholes. I guess discipline has really fallen off there.) Only seven more stations until we make it to Kakegawa and Sakichi's place, hopefully without my being forced to throttle Matsuda and leave his corpse somewhere just off the Tôkaidô. (For obvious reasons, like his little stick limbs, I am not worried about him killing me.) Maki-kun turned out to have a good idea for once, although my back really hurts like fuck and putting some boxes of his crap on top of it probably did no good. Kids these days. When I was fifteen, I didn't have that much crap. (Father would have thrown a fit.)
( Anyway, that's not what you want to hear about, now is it. ) |
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| Yay! |
[Dec. 9th, 2004|06:41 am] |
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(Editor's Note: You guessed it, Storyline #2.)
More fucking! Hooray!
...I don't know how to tell the kid that we're going to be doing more walking and less fucking in the future. Damn.
Oh well, I'll enjoy him while he lasts. |
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| Tsuki Wa Akita No Mono Da |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|03:04 am] |
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(Editor's Note: Yukichi, being an amiable sort and quick to pick up new acquaintances, is involved in more than one storyline. This entry deals with Storyline #2.)
So I was busted flat in Totsuka, well almost, and summarily thrown out of a teahouse, which I guess I had only to expect, as I did not have nearly as much money as I would have liked and thus left some IOUs behind me (dammit). It was snowing, and I was drunk, and wanted only to get south again as fast as possible. I was cold and hungry and tired also.
( And then a great miracle happened there. ) |
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| SO TIRED |
[Nov. 27th, 2004|02:10 am] |
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On way from Yoshida to Kakegawa, at least short-term. Tired. So tired. Want SLEEP. Maki-kun stupid, won't shut up, keeps yapping. Want hit him. Can't, he has palanquin.
(FUCK, STUPID RAZOR STILL IN BATH AT YOSHIDA.)
Squirmy tired, dirty. Brain addled, want wash hair for him. Am stupid for lack of sleep. Thankfully Squirmy also quiet for once. Want sleep, maybe cuddle Squirmy little bit.
Kakegawa. Eur. Sakichi, perpetually pregnant wife, screaming hellbrats. PLAY WITH ME UNCA YUKICHI. Like hellbrats mostly, just not Hour of Ox. Sakichi will twit. Sold status, no right complain. Shut fuck up Sakichi. Am eldest anyway.
Want go Edo. Want food, bath, sleep. If wake up in middle of night, want Shirôzaemon. Always want Shirôzaemon, but especially lately. Nice to be held. Very nice.
Have forgotten kanji for own name. |
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| Two Orders of Business |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|09:20 pm] |
( A letter to someone I love in Edo. )
And now, I would point out, naming no names and mentioning no journals, I seem to remember the events that That Fucking Pansy describes very differently. I will kill the motherfucker. No, seriously, I will kill him. |
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| Editorial Note |
[Nov. 10th, 2004|05:27 pm] |
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(Yukichi has evolved in such a way that the old entries no longer reflect what he's become; they still exist but are all private. Future entries will be more representative of Current!Yukichi.
End OOC transmission.) |
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| The Rules (OOC) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2004|09:10 pm] |
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OOC posts will be few and far between, and will be in italics. I haven't given my name, real e-mail, or other means of OOC contact because I don't think who I am is important. I do have a "real journal", but it is not relevant here.
In essence, Akita Yukichi is an RP character, and yes, I would like to RP with you, whoever "you" are. :)
Here's the important stuff.
1.) You (and/or your character) are allowed and encouraged to friend Yukichi or interact with him in other ways.
2.) Yukichi does not belong to any particular game yet, but he is pretty firmly tied to a real place (Japan) and a real time (1688, give or take). Your character doesn't have to be from a similar background. Half the fun for me is making him deal with bizarrerie as it approaches him.
3.) I don't mind adult content. However, if you want adult content, let's talk about it first, just to make sure that it's something all the players are comfortable with.
4.) I'd like for you to drop me a line OOC before you ping me (it helps me know when to be online), but that isn't a strict requirement.
5.) Please don't control Yukichi without my permission. He's a bastard, but he's mine, and I'm a bit attached to him.
That's all. End OOC transmission. |
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