[PK] KIYOKO - THE GREAT BAD FORTUNE

[Mayios 542]

 

運命は暗い方法で働き、どんなに正しい強制があっても、血は手を汚し、人々は自分自身を堕落させる方法を見つけるだろう。

 

Forgotten, dusty and old, a small box within a monastery. It was damp, cold and soiled, but the contents inside were safe. An omikuji lottery box, it’s paper slips, and old letters. A red ribbon was tied to the rope that kept the box together, an unfortunate bad fortune tied to it.

 

“アング・グルへ、

 

暗い国の中で、あなたほど私が信頼できた人はいませんでした。あなたは鬼ではありませんでした、血筋としても、しかしそれでもうまくやっていました。しかし、私に関して言えば、私自身が親子でありながら、私が馴染めたのはウルクたちだけでした。私たちはお互いの民の中で故郷を見つけ、それが私たちが仲良くなれた理由だと思います。あなたは私たちを親しいとは見なさなかったかもしれませんが、私たちの神社では—あなたが唯一私が信頼できる人でした。私の秘密、私が先見者でないことを知っていて、それを隠してくれた唯一の人でした。そしてそのことに感謝します。あなたがこれを読んでいる頃には、私はこの土地を長い間離れているでしょう。私は過去の決断に悩まされ、精霊たちが私の体に影響を及ぼしました。私の飢えは決して満たされることのないものであり、私が見る影は私が彼らに加わるのを待つ存在であり、私が感じる病は他者に与えるものと同じです。私は鬼ではなく、かつてウルクでもなかった。私は人間であり、どれだけおじさんや先生たちが私に教えてくれたとしても、私の年齢が私を消費するのは、それが決まるまでは早すぎるだろう。

 

私たちの来世、精神の世界で会いましょう、京子。”

 

Spoiler

“To Ahng Glur,

 

 

Out of everyone within kurai-kuni, you were the only one I could ever trust. You were not an Oni, not by blood, but you managed to fit in anyway. However, as for me, Despite being Oyashi myself, the only people i fit in with were the uruks. We both found a home with eachother's people, and I believe that is why we got along. You may not have seen us as close, but at our shrine - you were the only one I could trust. You were the only one who knew my secret, that i wasnt a farseer, and kept it hidden. And for that, I thank you. By the time you're reading this, I have been away from these lands for many moons. I have been plagued by my past decisions and the spirits have been taken their toll on my body. The hunger I have is one thatll never be filled, the shadows i see are ones that await for me to join them, the sickness i feel is the same i bestow onto others. I am not an oni, nor was I ever an uruk, as for I am human, and no matter how well my Ojiisan and teachers have taught me, my age shall consume me no sooner than it’s been decided. 

 

I shall see you in our afterlife, our spiritual plane, Kiyoko.”

 

KYOU - BAD FORTUNE

• To live of life of Shidai and to die living by it’s ways is an honor. Kyoko tried, but to follow the Kami’s path there was a darker road than anyone has expected. By the end of her path, there was no Kami, there was no Shidai, only the dark power bestowed onto her in ways no one truly understood. 

 

 

 

病気は彼女の血管を駆け巡った。彼女は毎日自殺していた。憎しみと執着が彼女の魂に染み込み、霊たちが彼女をさらに行動させた。

 

One things always leads to another. A bad fortune cannot be escaped. Some people are just simply unfortunate, and no one can change that. No one should challenge fate, and no one should try.

 

" 。。。”

 

The memories of torn government, constant travel and war was all she grew up with. And when she found savior, it was returned. Within her homelands she dedicated herself to the Kami as it was the only place, only mindset she could have to feel safe and secure. When everyone turned their back on her, the greater beings never did. Within Kurai Kuni as a teenager, she found the same security within the shrine . . yet there was a shift. Something didnt add up, things were kept out of her grasp, she yearned for more and that knowledge would kill her.

 

“ 。。。”

 

Everything happened so fast. She finally found a home, a family. In a twisted way, her own people were never fit to care for someone like her, she had to travel across the continent to find home. To live with the very beings the human race seemed to hate the most out of the four core species. She went with those who felt the same exclusion as she did, and for once, she felt welcome. She thought she found a teacher, but she found family instead. She met her only friends there, she met highers who took her in. She learned their culture, their language, their magic. Her grandfather tried to warn her, tried to tell her the right path .. the spirits had their own fate awaiting.

 

“ 。。。”

 

War started. The Kamikub had to pick a side. KuraiKuni tolerated her, she was a weapon - and a liability. The Uruks gave her refuge and a home, yet were all hesitant due to her complexion. Both homes now felt wrong. She was back where she started, feeling nothing. Feeling alone. Petra welcomed her, she had a place with her found family. It wasnt enough. Her friends took her far away, she was safe with them .. til’ they were afflicted. They were cursed by a spell not even a shaman could cure. She tried to save them. She watched them die. She pacted more. She grew desprate..

 

“Skaat-mal mi ahm.. mi'z krampurz tu tug latsu aghy tug latsu. Khlaar mi rad aghu peep mi nurzum.. gor tu atish -ul, mi narish-slaiurz

 

NASHINUMI, BOLB IZ-DHOG! GORGULB-LAB DURBURZ!”

 

…

 

 

 DAIKYOU - THE GREAT BAD FORTUNE

• A blessing it is to be reborn, but bad fortune to learn the truth of it. The Kami are false, built on lies of a shrine that has betrayed. The Kami hold no true power, but it is the actual spirits of the world that do. You can escape a mindset, you can escape a culture and what it has taught you. But you can never escape the lies you have told, and what you foolishly believed. The spirits dont like those who portray that poorly, they don’t like a shrine that doesn’t sing.

 

 

運命は暗い方法で働き、どんなに正しい強制があっても、血は手を汚し、人々は自分自身を堕落させる方法を見つけるだろう。

 

Mysteriously in the morning, blowing in the wind was a letter that flew across the land. Within spirit’s plane, it manage to find it’s way to an old uruk .. one side was written in japanese, the other seemed to be a written translation done roughly, quickly, like someone needed to fix it before it was too late. There were typos, a few mistranslations, but the point got across.

 

“おじいさんへ、

 

私たちの最初の手紙はずっと大事に取ってあります。実際、すべての手紙を取っておきました。なぜなら、お手紙をくれるのはあなたがほとんど唯一の人だったからです。私を受け入れてくれたのも、ほとんどあなたしかいませんでした。あなたの弟子として、私は自分の人々に嘘をついてあなたに隠していたことを告白しましたが、あなたの対応は私を排斥することでも、怒ることでもなく、私を受け入れてくれました。なぜそうしてくれたのか分かりませんが、思い出すたびに心が不思議な感じになります。本当に感謝しています、私を牛にしてくれてありがとうございます。

 

しかし、私は謝らなければなりません。私はあなたのように上手くありません。私はあなたのように長くは生きられません。私の肌は決して青くならず、私は決してあなたのようにはなれません。私は聞きませんでした、私は悪かったのです。私は嘘をつきました、おじいさん。私は他人を傷つけ、そして自分自身も傷つけました。私はあなたの話や警告を聞きましたが、それでも契約をしました。本来契約すべきでない霊と契約し、今では最後にあなたに会うこともできません。この戦争が状況を困難にしましたが、私の事情はさらに困難にしました。私は年を取り、霊たちはその代償を私に課しています。もう私が持てる飢えを維持することはできず、私の手の血は洗い流せません。私の視界の隅に見える影たちは私を離れず、私を待っています、おじいさん、彼らはその時が来ることを知っています。年々彼らは増え、私は彼らをより頻繁に見ます。誰も彼らを見ません、私はそれを知っています。彼らの時間はまだ近くないに違いありません。私が持つ病は、私が他人に何度も与えたものと同じで、今やそれが私が支払わなければならない犠牲だと私は知っています。

 

私は怒りっぽい子供でした。怒れるティーンエイジャー。怒れる大人の女性。信頼していた人たちに友達を奪われました。私は救世主となるはずだった土地に裏切られました。そして結局、あなたの導きや他者の警告にもかかわらず、私は復讐を求めた。結局、手に入れられなかった。全部無駄だった。私は善のために使えたはずの力で自分を殺しているのに、すべて無駄になってしまう。ごめんね、おじさん。十分にできなかったことを申し訳なく思います。私のことを軽く思われるかもしれないのはごめんなさい。良いウルクでなかったこと、良い孫娘でなかったことを謝ります。

 

また会うときに私を許してください。多分私たちの精神の平面で私は微笑むでしょう。清子。

 

Spoiler

“To my Ojiisan,

 

I’ve kept our first letters, I’ve kept them all this time. I’ve kept every letter, actually, because you were one of the only ones who would write me. You were one of the only ones who took me in. As your student, I confessed I had lied to my people and been hiding it from you, and your solution wasn’t to outcast me, wasn’t to get mad at me, but you took me in. I dont know why you would do this, but my heart feels funny everytime I think of it. I thank you, I do, for making me an Ox. 

 

But I must apologize. I am not good like you are. I will not live as long as you will. My skin will never turn to blue and I will never be like you. I did not listen, I was bad. I lied to you, Ojiisan. I hurt others, I hurt myself. I listened to your stories and warnings, but I pacted anyway. I pacted with spirits I shouldn’t and now I am not able to see you one last time. This war made it hard, but my circumstances made it harder. I am getting older, and the spirits are taking their toll. The hunger I will cannot be sustained anymore, the blood on my hands wont wash off. The shadows I see in the corner of my eyes wont leave me, theyre waiting for me Ojiisan, they know the time is coming. Every year theres more of them, I see them more frequently. No one else sees them, i know that. Their time must not be near yet. The illness I have is the same ive inflicted others with dozens of time, and I know now its the sacrifice I must pay.

 

I was an angry child. An angry teenager. An angry grown woman. I lost my friends to people I trusted. I was betrayed by the lands who were ment to be my saviour. And in the end, no matter your guidance and the warnings from others, I sought my revenge. I never got it. I did it all for nothing. I am killing myself with powers that couldve been used for good, all for nothing. I am sorry, Ojiisan. I am sorry I didn’t do good enough. I am sorry you’ll think less of me. I am sorry I wasn’t a good uruk, and I wasn’t a good granddaughter.

 

Please forgive me when we meet again, maybe I will smile in our spiritual planes. Kiyoko.”

 

. . . .

 

Kiyoko’s body would be unable to be recovered. Sometimes in the wind a red ribbon would fly by, maybe a ripped damp cloth or a piece of brown fur. One could assume it was once her attire, or one could say their mind was playing tricks on them. Kiyoko died being the type of Witch Doctor that was told in stories, the bad ones. The ones elders tell to kids to scare them straight, to teach lessons to not let emotions get to their head, ones were a meaning lies within. Her final words were not peaceful. Her final words were a curse, a chant, a plea . . .

 

Kiyoko’Ox

The Kamikub, IST 2037 - 2081

 

. . .

 

“.. Lab-ghulum iz bolk-aghu mi lup-it. Az. do nub gotl- az-ul. Let-ul mat. Let ze maturk-az.. mi has-lat, mi khl-lat, tu az-ul rad - DURKIZUM, AZ-UL RAD!! AZ-UL!!”

 

Spoiler

 

“Your help is needed, and such I ask for.. kill. do not forgive. Kill them. Let them die. Let ze mortal die. I beg of you, I ask you, to kill them now - DURKIZUM KILL THEM. KILL THEM!”

 

 

 

---

 

Thank you to everyone I interacted as her with! Especially thanks to the Horde, it was awesome. I wanted to play a witch doctor for ages, especially after I did a full run as a farseer, so to play the other side and have such an interesting development was awesome!

 

[usercultist 148]

If only Fukuroshiro had lived long enough, perhaps he could've been there to alter the fate of his friend Kiyoko. And yet, fate had struck him with that curse, forever splintering the future the flock could've had. It killed him, stole the life of Kumei, bent the ideology of Kanba, and left Yurei alone, to succumb to the inner machinations of her hatred, and longing for revenge.

Despite all choosing death on their own terms, by suicide, one died at hopeful peace, and the other, with bitter contempt.

[PolarLoLs 983]

NOOO

[Aftrballini 450]

   A passing strand of red ribbon did cross the visage of the one eyed purple haired kabuki. How long had it been since she had seen such a thing.. Was Tamaki-dono missing it? Perhaps one of the.. other shrine maidens....?

    It was an afterthought she would have at this; a moment in time, so long ago.. How a certain maiden saved her arm. What a wonderful smile she did bare.. The gift of the kami she bore with such reverence. A memory burned was a life lived. To be carried ever onward somewhere deep in the heart of Tanoshi Kanade...

  She returned, shortly after, to her meditation atop the hill overlooking Yorumachi..

(Although brief. Thank you for your time, your writing and allowing me to see the fruits of your character's labor.)

[ShyDisaster 183]

[!] The way of witch doctors was not an easy one. It was filled with curses, unfavorable pacts, and worst of the darkness the spirit realms had. Still, Kretz'Ox had chosen it, as he knew that the pain of it could teach and that the darkness of it could heal. To those who wanted to learn the ways from him he made sure to warn, and to those he taught he made sure to tell the stories of the past. He knew he couldn't stop them, but maybe he could quide them.

 

Exiled and exhausted, like many orcs probably were at this point, Kretz spent his elderly years trying to help his family any way he could. When the parrots flew to him with a letter from Kiyoko, Kretz opened it with a bright smile, happy to hear from his grandaughter after such a long time apart. Oh how wonderful it would to meet her again and talk about everything that has happened since they last saw.. When was the last time they saw? Kretz sighed as his failing memory couldn't bring a proper answer. None the less, he finally began to read the letter.

 

"Mi took lat in because mi know what it's like to be alone."

"Mi do nub mind that lat's skin wasn't blue."

"Mi told lat those stories to warn lat, nub to tell lat what to do."

"Mi forgive lat, if lat forgive mi kub."

 

By the end the letter was stained by tears.

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

Along the street, would a certain gobliness notice a frog with a red string caught in its mouth, confusing OmNom for a moment as she watched the frog hop along side her daily huntings for local books. A memory seemed to strike her in the moment; how she'd remembered the adventure she went on with a group of cubs outside town to help out a small settlement, rising up to the challenge to handle the threat of giant frogs nearby. She wondered how those cubs were doing now after so many years, the way their free-spirited demeanors brought a brief calm to the storm of her mind of recent years.

 

OmNom would remember those cubs for a moment as she stood in the street, realizing the frog began to hop away. She didn't realize the tear that had trickled down her cheek in the brief lapse of reality for her, yet couldn't seem to place the reasoning behind it either.

 

Spoiler

((OOC: as sad as i am to find this news, i hope yew have another great story lying in wait ahead of yew! thank yew so much for bein a part of the world, even if with how things panned out  T^T ))