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Application for Karasu from Yuu Yuu Hakusho

Feb 01, 2009 08:22

A man dressed in a long black coat and pants stood in front of the desk. A gray mask, much like a surgical mask, covered half of his face so only his violet eyes were visible. He swayed on his feet and pressed his palm against his forehead with a grunt. His eyes flicked back and forth erratically as he filed through recent and painful memories. A ( Read more... )

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forlornexultant February 14 2009, 02:10:34 UTC

"Why could not the god resurrect his beloved?"

necrobird February 14 2009, 02:22:18 UTC

Karasu turned to face a lovely young woman. "He tried," the demon explained. "But the God couldn't revive him since the weapon had been his own," he grinned at her from beneath his mask. "He killed the object of his affections and let it haunt him for all eternity. Isn't that...beautiful?"

forlornexultant February 15 2009, 03:21:09 UTC

(( *collapses* maybe it's just the cold medication talking, but that last line made me imagine Karasu as Saddy Dumpington. "I made some soup out of the rest of your family just last night! Isn't that great?" ))

"I take it you believe that is beautiful. Myself, I think it an ugly and sad story; but one that is likely meant as an allegory, and not to be taken literally. Perhaps it is an allegory of the soul's distance from the Increate ..." I shrugged. "I would like to know why you find it beautiful. Are you an algophilist?"

necrobird February 17 2009, 04:14:34 UTC

"Death," he spoke the word with care that a mother would give her child, "is beautiful. Everything someone strives for in life, all their work, all their pain is ended by that single moment." He paused for dramatic effect, though he probably didn't realize he was doing it. "You must agree...there is nothing in life that matters more than death. It's the only eternity," he brushed his fingers against his mask.

"Thanatophilia," he offered. He loved pain as well, but one couldn't forget his fascination with death (though many have tried to).

((Now I want to see him serving somebody people soup.))

forlornexultant February 18 2009, 03:14:21 UTC

I was unmoved. "I have been tortured and I have shared the mind of a torturer," I said. "The torturers consider their work an art, and take pride in it; but if they were to take pleasure in the work beyond an appreciation for artistry, they would not be fit for the work itself. Those who tortured me did not savor the task. The man who gave me the means to end my torture was repaid for his kindness only with exile from his guild; and the end to my torture was a death by my own hand. Did I welcome death? It would have come soon or late; what I welcomed was the cessation of pain. Death is not the consummation of life, nor is it more significant than life. It is also not irrevocable. I have seen resurrection, and been myself resurrected in strange guise."

necrobird February 20 2009, 04:38:53 UTC

"Hm, what a pitiful creature," he cooed, moving closer to the woman. He gently tangled a few fingers in her hair, caressing it like silk. He wouldn't resist if she pulled away, but her hair felt lovely against his fingertips. "Your story is tragic, truly moving. But there is no art in torture...without a passion for the tortured. What a waste..." he smirked. "I can assure you, those men were nothing like me." He wondered how she killed herself. Probably not in a very romantic way, but it would be interesting to hear none the less. One can tell a lot about a person through their preferred method of suicide.

And though Karasu didn't doubt resurrection (Kurama's existence was proof enough), he found it a boring topic.

forlornexultant February 21 2009, 02:11:33 UTC

I recoiled. A few strands of the hair he held snagged and caught around his fingertips, pulling free of my head as I jerked away, but I was otherwise unscathed and knew it. As an aquastor I was no more vulnerable than I had been when carried safe within Severian's frontal cortex; my recoiling was born of revulsion, not of fear.

"What are you?" I did not try to warm with artifice the coldness that surely colored my query.

necrobird February 28 2009, 01:10:58 UTC

"A youkai," Karasu purred, using the Japanese description for himself. He rolled the hair between his fingertips, coiling it into a thicker loop. After a moment there was a faint popping noise and the hairs puffed in smoke. A faint smell accompanied the tiny explosion but otherwise it was a peaceful destruction. Karasu wiped his fingers against his hip.

"Why do you ask?" he tilted his head and licked his bottom lip, though she couldn't see that.

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