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konpeitoqueen) wrote2013-12-23 11:03 pm
konpeitoqueen) wrote2013-12-23 11:03 pm
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❀ 1st Konpeito ❀ [Video]
Someone better- better explain this to me! Before I-
[Someone's screaming into the receiver, mouth and face too close to identify them. However, the voice sounds young and feminine, and it's screeching.] I- I don't want to be here! I want to go HOME! WHERE AM I?!
[The video feed suddenly drops on the ground. For the next few minutes, you can hear sobbing in the background. And then the door opening. At one point she starts screaming and suddenly there's the cheery tune of a Christmas song starting, before the door slams roughly. After a while more and a bit of 'Mawile, mawile?', she finally comes back into view.]
...Ugh. If anyone makes fun of me, I'll rip your head off.
[There's a girl on the camera, wrapped up in so much towels, spare trainer sets and so on that she looks more like a ball of tossed clothes than anything else. Her Mawile tries to snuggle in with her, but she visibly pushes it away and pins its head against the floor. The Pokémon's back mouth snaps in shock, but she doesn't pay much mind.
Her eyes have rings of red around them- hell, her entire face is extraordinarily red. It seems that apart from the cold, she's also been crying.] I'm the Saionji Hiyoko. SHSL Classical Japanese Dancer. From the super-famous Saionji clan.
People keep telling me to leave this town and go beat some Gym Leaders or something, but who cares?! It's cold, this is stupid, and all I have for defense against all these monster-things is... another monster-thing. [Ayani the Mawile perks her head up.] It's not stinky or mean, but it's stupid and rock-hard like metal and just makes me colder! Plus, there's a weird red-nosed deer outside the door that wants me to 'ride it into Cherrygrove in the name of Christmas' or something. Isn't that all a Western tradition? Christmas is just a some event that gives you discounts in stores where I come from. Figures, scummy foreigners just love shoving their shit in everyone's face, even someplace like here... what even IS this place?
...Is there a chance... [She suddenly seems reluctant to say the next few words, but her face turns sour again- almost in realization- and in an instant just spurts it out.] Is this place yomi? It's cold and dead, that's all I can tell! All it's missing is the huge dirty river that separates us from the living realm. I want to give that stinky rotten Izanami a piece of my mind for allowing me to suffer like this! Where is she?! And- [Saionji grabs her Mawile, and both mouths start yapping-] What kind of Yomotsu is Ayani?! [If you're not familiar with Shinto lore, the girl on the video feed is currently spouting nonsense. And even if you are familiar with Shinto lore, her yelling and complaining is so jarring that you'd mistake it for nonsense anyway.]
[Someone's screaming into the receiver, mouth and face too close to identify them. However, the voice sounds young and feminine, and it's screeching.] I- I don't want to be here! I want to go HOME! WHERE AM I?!
[The video feed suddenly drops on the ground. For the next few minutes, you can hear sobbing in the background. And then the door opening. At one point she starts screaming and suddenly there's the cheery tune of a Christmas song starting, before the door slams roughly. After a while more and a bit of 'Mawile, mawile?', she finally comes back into view.]
...Ugh. If anyone makes fun of me, I'll rip your head off.
[There's a girl on the camera, wrapped up in so much towels, spare trainer sets and so on that she looks more like a ball of tossed clothes than anything else. Her Mawile tries to snuggle in with her, but she visibly pushes it away and pins its head against the floor. The Pokémon's back mouth snaps in shock, but she doesn't pay much mind.
Her eyes have rings of red around them- hell, her entire face is extraordinarily red. It seems that apart from the cold, she's also been crying.] I'm the Saionji Hiyoko. SHSL Classical Japanese Dancer. From the super-famous Saionji clan.
People keep telling me to leave this town and go beat some Gym Leaders or something, but who cares?! It's cold, this is stupid, and all I have for defense against all these monster-things is... another monster-thing. [Ayani the Mawile perks her head up.] It's not stinky or mean, but it's stupid and rock-hard like metal and just makes me colder! Plus, there's a weird red-nosed deer outside the door that wants me to 'ride it into Cherrygrove in the name of Christmas' or something. Isn't that all a Western tradition? Christmas is just a some event that gives you discounts in stores where I come from. Figures, scummy foreigners just love shoving their shit in everyone's face, even someplace like here... what even IS this place?
...Is there a chance... [She suddenly seems reluctant to say the next few words, but her face turns sour again- almost in realization- and in an instant just spurts it out.] Is this place yomi? It's cold and dead, that's all I can tell! All it's missing is the huge dirty river that separates us from the living realm. I want to give that stinky rotten Izanami a piece of my mind for allowing me to suffer like this! Where is she?! And- [Saionji grabs her Mawile, and both mouths start yapping-] What kind of Yomotsu is Ayani?! [If you're not familiar with Shinto lore, the girl on the video feed is currently spouting nonsense. And even if you are familiar with Shinto lore, her yelling and complaining is so jarring that you'd mistake it for nonsense anyway.]
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If you think that Westerners enjoy the overcommercialized, culturally bankrupt mess that passes for Christmas in this day and age, you're sorely mistaken.
audio reply with odd wind sounds
[Then again, she only knows, like, 1 Westerner. Uh.]
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Alllll Westerners end up something like that, anyway! Rude, noisy, and they throw their trash everywhere! Don't know how to make real, good sweets, and instead mass-produce huge lollies and candies that taste only of sugar. Only greasy swines can ever stand the taste of those sort of things!
[She chuckles a bit.] Don't know when to shut up, don't know when to sit down, don't appreciate other cultures and go around shooting people to bits!
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[WOW KAYNETH NO STOP]
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Excuse me?! Did you even know where to look? You probably spent all your time sticking your gross head into Tokyo and meeting all those brainwashed by the stupid uncultured Westerners!
I've performed in many places over the world and Japan is full of the greatest, high-quality things! I don't understand why we butter up to everyone else just because they're bigger. I mean, I wish people would stop importing those tacky products from overseas!
And worse of all- Westerners just love bastardizing Japan's traditions! Geisha, Shinto lore, even dancing, just to attract crowds and make money! Tell me that isn't disgusting!
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It was Fuyuki, actually --- a city that presumably has quite a strong history that consists of exactly one temple. The Hyatt I stayed in was a complete sty with nothing of historical or cultural value, and I was only angry about it being destroyed on general principle.
Oh, really? Tell me about your artists, then --- I won't deny that Hokusai's prints are impressive, but you really can't beat Caravaggio and Rembrandt. Furthermore, do you even have any sculptors worth talking about?
And no, I do agree with you on the subject of Japanophiles, actually --- they're pathetic, really.
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Fuyuki? [Did she even go there before] Isn't Hyatt an American thing? And what do you mean 'destroyed'?
Pffft. Our artists put most of their concentration into the delicacy and harshness of nature, not the stupid meatblocks that makes up a good portion of humanity! They're people with the sense to look away from the slaves beneath them and focus on the Earth itself, or the legends of amazing beasts. What about our folding screen art? Ceramics? Kano Eitoku! Tokiwa Mitsunaga! [With her family status, there was a lot of such works in her own home.] And have you seen the sculptures of Kamakura art? Just because most of them aren't what you consider sculptures of real people doesn't mean they're any less good, you know! In fact, they're better- they don't have people to model after for Shinto and Buddhist deities! They gotta analyze it aaaall from texts!
Well, at least you can recognize how greasy and pitiful those people are.
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[...okay, sure, there were some other fancy places, but those weren't entirely Japanese...]
And yes, it exploded. I was only mildly annoyed on general principle.
Anyway, the fact that you say that clearly shows that you know absolutely nothing about Western art --- or, at least, you know nothing about Gian Lorenzo Bernini. There's nothing to suggest that Buddha didn't exist, and it was very possible that he did --- just as the god Apollo and the nymph Daphne did, in fact. You can't argue that they were simple human beings, and while I don't deny that the Kamakura Buddha was rendered with great skill, it's not quite the same as seeing marble made to mimic flesh right down to the dimples right next to marble mimicking the tree Daphne transformed into. Furthermore, we have our fair share of fantastic landscapes and seascapes, none of which you've probably even heard of.
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As for the rest, though- okay, shit, she's losing GOTTA THINK FAST GOGOGOGOGOGO] Well, all your artists are coming from a bigger landmass and population! So, compared to our concentrated talent, yours only have a few diamonds in a huge, stinky pile of wannabes. So even though you might think numbers are smaller by your quantity of pieces, ours is still far more high-quality and superior.
So give up trying, you creepy loli pedo! How old are you, even? [Ah, yes, the familiar 'loli pedo' accusation.]
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--- are you really resorting to ad hominem attacks? Do you know nothing about proper debate whatsoever?
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Why should we fix what isn't broken? It's highly refined, high-quality!
Well, why otherwise would you even be talking to me without even referring to my situation? Uwaah, no stranger should be making such talk with me!
[She doesn't seem very bothered by him though.]
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NGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
wait king arthur was a thing
PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTORTIONS HIS FACE IS DOING TO DESPERATELY TRY AND SAVE FACE]
Why should I assume you're harmless just because you look like a little girl? That means very little in the grand scheme of things.
Though you are right --- I really shouldn't be wasting my time on an immature, undignified whelp like you.
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Huuuh? What are you trying to say, that I'm not a little girl in all terms and definitions? Well, I'm a little girl compared to you, old man!
But I guess you can say what you want, I can't hear you over all that botox in your face that's hampering your vision, anyway.
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[...WELL, KIND OF...]
What's your field, may I ask? Is it possible to specialize in being an insolent brat?
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Pffft, so apparently being proud of myself is being an 'insolent brat', huh?
I was chosen for Buyo dancing, but my skills and experience in Kabuki dancing and the like is not to be sniffed at. My footwork is superb, and coordination phenomenal!
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okay... he'll throw a bone here because that's actually more useful here than his talents
besides someone's got to be the adult here]
If you simply took pride in your talents, I may have had nicer things to say about you, really. That does seem respectable enough, but your attitude about everything else is simply appalling.
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