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Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Thread Started on Nov 6, 2005, 12:30am »
Did a half-assed translation of the prologue for Hollow Ataraxia, for anyone that's interested (mainly because I just wanted to avoid writing this paper on sutras due in a couple of days!).
Shinto Kurokizaka 4, Semina Apartment 11th floor, room 2. That was where he lived. His name? Let's call him A. A was a student that had just turned 20 and had moved out at the beginning of spring. This was the first time he ever moved, the first time he ever lived by himself, and the first time in an unfamiliar city. While A, who was an introvert, felt somewhat unsettled in, he adjusted to life in Fuyuki gradually. In the first place, A felt at ease by himself and never really cared that much about having only a few friends or living amongst strangers. Actually, he preferred things that way. A, who would coop himself up in his room, apparently liked not having to worry about being bothered by his friends or family.
A didn't have any real problems about his new life, with the exception of two things. The long, long, hallway leading to the entrance and the hopeless thoughtlessness of the family that moved in next door.
What had bothered乧.no, what had unsettled him began since he moved into the apartment in the spring. The apartment his parents set up for him was a xxx monthly, 4LDK. (A 4-room flat plus a living room/dining room/kitchen) The size of the place was perfect. While A loved being alone, he had an inclination towards luxury and didn't favor living plainly. To him, the bigger, the better. To someone like him who hated the outside world, this place was a fortress. It had to be large and firm. It couldn't be easy to reach. He couldn't relax if it wasn乫t impenetrable.
Yes, it wasn't that A liked being alone.
He was unconsciously afraid of being near other people, of someone other than himself intruding into his space.
There was another factor why A chose Semina Apartment.
It was the distance, from the living room to the door, the first and last obstacle to pass through to enter or leave the flat.
The hallway stretched in a straight line from the living room to the door and had a distance of 4 meters. There were no storage rooms, nor bathroom along the way.
It was a rare hallway for an apartment, but A took a liking to it. It took up the ideal amount of space and was an ideal entrance way. The far-off separation from the entrance was neither internal nor external, it was more of an ambiguous boundary. It was unnatural. One could claim that the hallway was the actual door.
...But still, once he started living there, there was something baffling about this hallway that bothered him. He finally figured out what it was after a few months passed.
It was simple. The long hallway was not lighted.
A structural flaw left no space to install any lights. The hallways of the other flats had them but only in room 2 of floor 11 were they forgotten. What an idiot. Not the worker that forgot to install lights, but A who had only noticed after living there for several months.
Now that he thoughts about it, he had already made a wrong turn the moment he didn't realize what was missing.
Fall came and new tenants moved next door. They were the typical happy family, consisting of a young married couple and a 3-year old daughter. The level of contact he had with them was limited to a simple greeting when they moved in. All A knew about them was their surname and that their daughter's given name was *#.
Semina Apartment is L-shaped building with only two flats on each floor. At the center of the L was the entrance into the building, and each room is made up of horizontal and vertical lines. At the entrance, was a door leading to the elevator and the emergency stairs. Sometimes A would meet the XXs at the entranceway, but there were rare occasions when he would see *# by herself.
"Mister, could you push the button?" Whenever they met, she would say that. The elevator buttons were located at a position slightly higher than her. She could have pushed it by herself if she reached upwards, but for some reason she never raised her hands higher than her shoulders.
While he thought it was strange that a 3-year old girl would go out by herself, he did what the girl asked. He not only saw her at the entrance to the 11th floor, but also at the entrance of the 1st floor. The girl would be crouching in front of the elevator when A came home or when he was leaving, and then raise her face, looking upwards at him and say, "Mister, push the button."
After having that exchange with her over and over again, A learned the girl's name. While A didn't remember it, perhaps because he had no interest in other people, he called her "little red riding hood" because she always wore a red hood.
I'll say it again. A is an introverted young man. As long as he isn't threatened, he didn't care about the outside world, be it, for example, an argument that could be heard through the walls, the crying of a little girl once every other day, the screaming of a woman that could no longer be described as shrieking, the girl not moving her arm over her shoulders as a result of the after-effects of not giving medical care to a bone fracture, or her wearing a red hood to hide the bruises on her face because her father told her to... Well, the stuff that only concerns other people.
This is not to say that it was the ruckus of neighboring room, which was about a meter away from the door. It was a long hall, nonetheless. He couldn't help pretending not to hear it while watching TV, since the source of the screaming was several meters away.
But on that evening, it was noticeably loud. There had been yelling that could shatter glass. There had been siren-like crying. There had been the sound of a door being opened violently reverberating through the entranceway. There had been the sound of something banging on A's door.
That night had been aggravating to A, who had been quietly enjoying a late night broadcast at 2 AM. He was about to leave and ask them to behave like reasonable human beings. He got up, but soon sat back down. -It'll end soon anyway.
It wasn't A乫s business to butt into their affairs. It would only get him overly involved, so he avoided thinking about it. It was a bad idea to have any kind of dealings with them.
It was their own responsibility. People ought to handle their own problems by themselves. And so, A took the remote and raised the volume by 5 bars.
Bt the end of the night, by the time he turned off the TV and was sound asleep, it was as quiet as it ought to have been.
The next day, A learned that there had been a family suicide next door.. It was the first time he was ever questioned by the police. Last night, Mrs. XX murdered Mr. XX with a blade after having an argument with him. After attacking her daughter, she took her own life. When questioned about the previous night, A said that he had been asleep. The officer thanked A for his cooperation and walked away. On his way out, A asked him one question.
"Excuse me, but what happened to their daughter?" Lowering his eyebrows, the officer replied, "We have determined that she had been stabbed from a blood sample analysis of the weapon. From the blood stains, we believe that it was a fatal injury." Except... The young officer muttered uncomfortably,
"There is no corpse. Not in the room, nor in the entranceway she ran into."
What happened was simple. After being stabbed by her mother, she ran into the entranceway. After that, however, there was no trace of her moving away. The blood stains in front of the elevator stopped there.
"Why didn't she use the elevator? Why didn't she try to get help from you? No matter how frantic she may have been, she should have been able to press the door chime."
Mister, push the button. A couldn't bring himself to say that it was because the girl couldn't reach either button.
When the officer left, A, alone in his doorway, thought of a little girl sobbing, desperately banging on A's door after running away from her crazed mother.
In the end. The girl's corpse was never found.
Several days later. A started noticing a strange noise at a certain time late at night. It wasn't loud. If he didn't pay attention to it, he could easily ignore it. A didn't think about what it could have been for a while. He had convinced himself that it was the wind shaking the window.
He heard the noise every night. Bang, bang. It was a noise that was faint enough to be nonexistent, yet also one that agitated his nerves. Mister, open the door. When he found out that it was not coming from the window, but from the door, Bang, bang A crossed the long hallway and carried himself to the door.
"Who is it," he asked through the interphone. No response. The moment A came up to the door, the noise which had been that soft moments ago,
BANG BANG
He looked outside through the peephole. There was nothing by the cleaned apartment entrance. Nothing, except red specks on the cream colored floor that,
BANG BANG
His eardrums felt like they were going to burst. There was no one in the entrance.
BANG BANG
The noise continued. A brought his eye closer to the peephole. Maybe there was someone there. Maybe he couldn't see at this angle. The noise continued. Wait, there was something just outside of his field of vision, towards the lower end. Open the door. Something wearing a red hat, something clinging on to the door...
He ran back down the long hall. The hands of the clock pointed to 2AM.
Those late-night visits became a nightly event. The noise continued every night. A never opened the door. He could hear it on that night as well. It was insignificant. He could have just brushed it off as being a part of his imagination. I'm scared..
But now, it had been an unavoidable angst that had stained his brain, cutting away at his nerves like a blade.
With each day, A's mind was being cornered. Autumn ended. He could hear it, no matter what time it was. One night, he decided to settle things; to see what was clinging to the door.
He walked down the long hallway. The lighting of the entranceway leaked in through the ground glass of the door. Passing through the lightless corridor, open open open he opened the door.
There was nothing there. There was no one there.
That painful knocking that had been echoing in his skull was gone as well. Of course there was nothing. Something that ridiculous couldn't be true. There had never been any noise, there had never been a red hood. Hahahaha. Laughing and relief mixed in together. His chilled body suddenly recovered its warmth.
It was just an illusion. Surprisingly, he may have actually been worrying about that murder. Without realizing it, he had felt guilty and developed paranoia.
But that was all over. That ended the moment he opened the door.
Phew. Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he closed the door. Once he locked the door, he raised his face.
In front of him, down the long, long hallway that he had been so fond of...
His pupils bulged. In the center of the corridor, there was a red-hooded corpse that he had seen before...
It seemed to be pleading at him. For some reason, A knew that he would die if he heard what she wanted.
BANG BANG
Its dark lips opened. Resembling a watermelon that had been bored into with a knife. Little red riding hood spoke to him with a blood stained voice. "Mister, push the...."
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Kaede: Punch, punch, punch, punch! What was that supposed to be, that sucked! And what was with all those plot effects! Mitsuzuri, too many details! Too much good acting! Too long! And what was wrong with A!? Dude, if things get that freaky, move, move!"
On October 11, past midnight, in a room for the Track and Archery camping trip in Ryuudou Temple. The abnormal shrieks of Makidera Kaede sounded throughout the fall sky.
Ayako: "If he could have moved, he wouldn't have to deal with that. You乫ve been saying again and again you're going to leave that house our yours but how many years has it been? People usually choose to stick around with things they're attached to even if there are some problems. If everybody left because of just one ghost, there would be nobody left on this island."
Himuro: That has many implications. I see, so ghost stories are a normal part of our lives. By the way, is the geisha in your hallway doing well?
Kaede: We don't have one! And no, there isn't any water leaking into our hall at night when it's not raining! My ancestors didn't do any pirating in the Inland Sea either!
Ayako: Ah ha, so your house is that old eh? Was that story a Kimon for you?"
Kaede: Shaddup, I'm not afraid of any hallway! I want to move into a stylish new apartment! ...And what's a Kimon? Is that some kind of new chakra?
Issei: How do you know what chakra is and not know about Kimons? A Kimon refers to a bad direction, or bad omen. To be precise, it's North East. In other words,
Ryuudou Issei. The son of the head of Ryuudou Temple and the president of the school council. Issei, who came with us to make sure we didn't do any funny stuff, glanced this way.
Kaede: Oh I see. You temple boys sure know your stuff. But no thanks. What I want to hear about is more of these cosmic kind of stories, not ghosts or that kind of stuff.
Kaede: Like you know, a meteorite falling on Tohsaka's place or there being a huge cavern underneath Fuyuki. You know, stuff with realism.
Kane: I thought that story was realistic though. What actually happened was that the real murderer was A and he hid the girl's corpse inside one of the hallway walls, correct?
Yukika: Um, Kane-chan, I think that defeats the purpose of a ghost story.
Ayako: You wanted me to tell a realistic story? Makidera, what do you think a ghost story is supposed to be? Fine, if you want to listen to pseudo-realistic stories, wait until it's Tohsaka's turn.
Rin: I am so sorry, but I don乫t know any. Tohsaka countered elegantly. She generally acts this way at these kinds of group activities.
Ayako: Sorry. How about Matou? I once heard from a 1st year that Captain Matou can be surprisingly frightening.
Sakura: M-me!? I, I don't really like scary stories, I'm just used to them. 乧By the way, Mitsuzuri-sempai, who told you that?
Rin: ....Sakura, you have to understand that that part of you is what乫s scary. She let out quietly. She acted this way because there was no one there yet that knew that they were sisters.
Issei: I don't mind if all of you are having a good time, but we just started. Do you want to continue or not? Personally, I would like to end this if Makidera is going to continue causing a ruckus.
Ayako: Yeah, it's not being considerate to the sleeping monks. If Makidera's going to stop screaming, let's continue.
Kaede: I wasn't yelling. All I did was complain about Mitsuzuri's stupid story.
Rin: No, the problem is whether you are going to complain later. I will admit that it's about as hopeless as asking someone to stop breezing as it is to ask Makidera to control herself. So, Makidera? Can you stop breezing?
Kaede: Yeah, I can. The 2nd best thing I'm good at after track is swimming.
Rin: See? Let's continue. Saegusa-san is next.
Yukika: O, ok! Ah....but I never told a ghost story before.
Rin: Don't worry about trying to scare us. The tasteless story Ayako told was actually based on a real story. Makidera was scared because she knew about what happened in Semina Apartment.
Yukika: Re-really?
Kane: Yes, there was an actual family suicide in Semina Apartment. One month later, the young man living next door also went missing and it is true that the police were requested to look for him.
Kaede: Stop, S-T-O-P! A's older brother said that he went on a journey of self-discovery for some reason, a wonderful reason! He'll come back one day when he becomes a big man! How dare you make up a weird reason for the disappearance as somebody as wonderful as A! You're rotten to the core, Mitsuzuri Ayako!
Yukika: Um....d-did A really vanish?
Kane: Yes, a resident from the same apartment said so. Right, Lady Mitsuzuri?
Ayako: Yeah. I guess it would have been enough to use the plain version of it. Makidera is a fraidy cat so Saegusa-san should try using a story along the same lines. Do you know any stories about ghosts that you heard from somebody else?
Yukika: Oh, I know a bunch. Does everybody know about the ghost in the window? It started as a rumor that spread in the 2nd semester...
Rin: This is the first time I heard about it.
Sakura: The story about the figure in a haunted European house? I think I heard 1st year students in the Archery Club mention it before.
Yukika: Yes, that haunted house. There is this mansion somewhere in Fuyuki and if you go there when it's dark a shadow from a window on the 2nd floor will stare back.
Kaede: Say what? What kind of shadow, Yukicchi? And what do you mean by a mansion somewhere in Fuyuki?
Yukika: I don't know either. I think it乫s a mansion that people avoid. I heard there was someone that saw it though. That person found it when he was lost in the woods. He said it was surrounded by trees, was empty, and the ghost on the 2nd floor was a woman.
Kaede: An empty mansion with one lady? Isn't that Tohsaka's place? Toh-saka! Your house is turning into a haunted mansion!
Yukika: O...oh. I'm sorry Tohsaka-san. Was that your house?
Rin: You don't have to apologize Saegusa-san. This isn't the first time that my house has been treated like that. I'm already grown accustomed to baseless slander like Makidera's.
"Baseless slander" isn't the correct phrase for it. The Tohsaka residence is actually a type of haunted house.
Yukika: O, ok then! Let's talk about Shinto instead! Um...there is this story that lately, in the evening in Shinto, you can see a huge thread in the sky.
Saegusa Yukika looked at the crowd without confidence. ......I'm deducing that she was trying to look for witnesses.
Yukika: Did...did anyone see any threadlike things?
Kane: I have heard about this before, but unfortunately I have yet to encounter anything otherworldly.
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #1 on Nov 6, 2005, 12:31am »
Rin: When you say sky, do you mean the evening sky? This wouldn't happen to be about...a shadow on top of the Center Building?
Akako: Heheheh, that's a pretty detailed example. Now I've heard the story of "the red figure on top of Center Building" a lot, but I think Saegusa-san's story is different though.
........Mitsuzuri Ayako looked at Tohsaka mysteriously.
As if she knew the truth behind that, Tohsaka who prefers wearing red clothing made a sour expression. It's been half a year since the 5th Grail War ended. This means that she's still been patrolling the area at night.
Sakura: Has Makidera-sempai seen it before?
Kaede: Nope. But it has to be a UFO.
Ayako: I knew it. Makidera. You have no idea what a ghost story is.
Kane: Yes. What we're doing right now is occult, not cosmic, I hate to tell you this, Maki, but you won't be hearing any of your favorite muumuu stories tonight.
Kaede: Ack. I-I-I don乫t read those kind of funny out-of-whack books! They're really dumb!
Kane: Well, those dumb parts are in a way irresistible. ...Now about the mirage in the Shinto sky?
Everyone shook their heads. Unfortunately there were no witnesses. ....Except. I started feeling slightly this before, but how to say it.
Issei: On the topic of pseudo-real stories, there's this other rumor I've heard before. Everyone has heard about there being a castle built in the forest at the outskirts of Fuyuki right? There's been an addition to that story. When anyone enters, spirits of the old Imperial Army materialize and send them off to the battlefield. After overcoming many obstacles, the heroes stay overnight at the illusionary castle and are cared for by 2 maids.
Huh?
Rin: Ryuudou-kun, did you happen to melt your brain with your dream room?
Issei: Why you! I do think it is abnormal, but there have been people who have seen it! If you think I'm lying, go there by yourself!
....Um. Crap. This is funny.
Ayako: So what does Emiya think about Ryuudou's tall-tale? Mitsuzuri shifted the conversation to me. Up until now I had been looking on quietly. Oh well, I didn乫t know how to comment on this so I kept my mouth shut.
Shirou: There's no way Issei would be lying. Ryuudou Temple is close to the forest so it might be actually be there, surprisingly. I乫ve got an idea on what it is. ...But putting that aside, I feel bad about breaking the conversation, but I've got to go to the bathroom.
Shirou: I乫m going to the bathroom. I'll be coming back without you guys realizing it, so go on. I'll be there to scare Makidera when you get to a scary part.
Kaede: Why you...! Hm...hmph! Just try it! I乫m also a lady, I can乫t lose to Emiya!
There goes Makidera, giving a weird reaction as usual.
Ever since I started eating lunch with Tohsaka, Makidera has been acting like this all the time.
Once I stepped out, I got the chills. The night air of the mountains was colder, sharper than the city. Exposed to the cool air, this indefinite head, my ambiguous thoughts became defined, waking myself up.
Looking up at the night sky, I let out a heavy sigh. I already walked some 20 meters away from the room. At the temple's connecting corridor, I was trying to think about something for no reason.
Shirou: Now...
What should I first contemplate on? I'll try organizing my thoughts on how things ended up like this.
Among things I've done recently, there was today's trip. The upcoming cultural festival, Sakura who was working hard as the captain of the Archery Club, Mitsuzuri who was looking out for her, and the strange relationship with the Track Club.
At the end of a complicated argument, a club-related outing was set up for the cultural festival.
Issei offered the location and I was there as hard labor. Basically, I was in charge of the food.
It乫s as hectic as ever but there's no doubting that things are peaceful. -Half a year ago, there was a battle for the Holy Grail. Something was lost and something was gained. Enough months passed for me to look back on those events like I am now. I乫ve already gotten over it.
The Grail War was a thing of the past. There is no reason for another conflict to spark in Fuyuki. The Grail is gone, the Servants are gone, the dead won't return, and life continues with no problems.
There is no need for change.
Most of the factors needed to link the days together were there. A respectable person lives linking a similar tomorrow with yesterday, enjoying the slight changes.
"......Ah." I stopped thinking. (Karen is passing by at this point) .....Wasn't there another reason why I came here?
"What was it?" I'm pretty sure there was something standing towards the corner of my vision. ...towards the temple grounds. It was too far off to get a good look, but there was a human figure running towards the back hill.
I....
It was probably a monk or somebody else.
We aren't the only ones in Ryuudou Temple. I really shouldn乫t pay any attention to whoever乫s around the Temple.
"More importantly, I've got to go the bathroom."
Increasing my pace, I jogged down the hallway...whoops. I bumped into the shoulder of someone coming out from the corner.
Shirou: Oh, excuse m... Caster: My apologies. I was dazing off for a bit. Shirou: ..... My mind froze. I was too surprised to know what I was surprised about.
Caster: You should be careful too. It乫s not admirable to be running in the halls, little boy. Caster walked past me.
She was as refined and sarcastic as always, but seeing her face unhooded was unexpected. Except. That乫s not what I was surprised about. I was surprised about...
Shirou: ...Oh right. Caster is very attractive.
My frozen mind was restarted by this monologue, and I continued quickly moving away.
My mind was blanked out. I finished and returned to the room.
乬乧And thus, Yahachi was called forth from the other world. The madness of a mother to see once more her beloved son, abused to death by the villagers had resurrected the dead. Except, the resurrected Yahachi was missing many vital parts. He had no arms, no legs, no entrails, no brain. To get replacements for the missing parts, every night, from the captured villagers she locked away, she would乧
Issei's eyes were shining. I expected no less of the son of a monk. When it came to graveyards, corpses, karma, he had no rival. It goes without saying how Makidera would react, but Himuro, Mitsuzuri, and even Tohsaka were silently getting ready for the conclusion.
It was the same with everyone. (shot of Kuzuki, Sakura, and Rin)
Hold on. Just now. Something weird just happened.
Kuzuki-sensei was also quietly listening to Issei. Our brave leader Fuji-nee乧
Tiger: Why do you think tigers are tough? They乫ve got anti-horror story genes that乫s why! You don乫t have any, so you乫ve got to build up resistance to them!
She had said on the verge of tears. Right now she was the first one to be sleeping. I think this is what they call abdication of leadership.
But since she couldn乫t let a meeting of a crowd of young people in the dark go unmonitored, she asked Kuzuki-sensei to take the reins of authority.
Issei: And so the dead Yahachi gained a mind. Alas, when Yahachi could finally call his mother乫s name, she had passed away. The black arts had consumed his mother. Yahachi was saddened. He could no longer feel so much joy over living once more. All he had was grief for the mother who withstood such agony to revive him.
Issei: And so, Yahachi would attempt to resurrect his mother just like she did him乧 No matter how many times he tried, he failed. N matter how many times he meticulously performed the path of heresy his mother performed on him, no matter how many mountains of flesh, no matter how many lakes of blood he used, his mother would never be revived.
Makidera: W-why? Z-z-zombies are supposed to make other zombies. Give him a break, and make some more. It乫s not weird for him to want to be with his mother or 10 other zombies. And why are you talking like an old man, school president?
Issei: Why you! Don乫t interrupt me! It乫s the Ryuudou family tradition for this story to be told this way! Issei: 乧Excuse me. The truth was that Yahachi and his mother were different. It was a problem of the boundary. Whatever black or supernatural art is used, there is one thing that can never be granted.
Issei: That was...only the living can revive the dead. The dead consuming the dead only created more dead and not bring back the living. That gave birth not to a person, but to a monster that only ate the living.
乧That乫s a good lesson. It is true that the wishes of the dead cannot be granted. It has always been the living that moved things in action. Even if the dead were to once again be given life, the dead cannot bring back the dead.
It has always been like that. Only the living can bring back the dead.
Issei: Unaware of that, Yahachi continues to take the blood and flesh of the living for his mother. Even to this day, they say that he is still collecting the limbs of people at Ryuudou..
This is the story of Mukurozuka Yahachirou and the history of the Kageyama Entrail graveyard.
Issei ended his tale. His candle was blown out. His turn was over.
Rin: 乧I乫ll admit you got me there. I never expected the son of a monk to tell a story about a graveyard while we乫re staying at a temple. My compliments to your childishness.
Issei: Ha! This is my base of operations you see. To annihilate the infidels, I乫ll use whatever we can use.
Who's next? The staple of camping trips, ghost stories, would go around in a circle and乧
Ayako: Emiya, you're up. I know it乫s going to be following up after the president, but try giving it a good shot.
Sakura: No need to worry Mitsuzuri-sempai. Sempai乫s wonderful at telling ghost stories, right? They乫re effective at frightening Fujimura-sensei in the summer.
Everyone乫s eyes were focused on me. I乫ve got a couple of ghost stories on me, but this is the first time I ever told one to this many people. I don乫t really like telling them to other people. I can乫t spice them up and I can乫t really tell if they乫re good or not.
Rin: Take a deep breath, Emiya-kun. Just think that you乫re in your storehouse. You乫ll be fine.
乧You乫re making me blush. 乧Oh well. I don乫t really want to, but this is a part of the festival.
To wrap up this wonderful trip,
Shirou: I乫ll start with a long tale.
Doing something that I wouldn乫t usually do, I乫ll begin with the first story.
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #4 on Nov 6, 2005, 4:59am »
Wow. That was good. If someone had started banging on my door while I was reading that, I probably would have wet myself. Thank you so much for sharing!
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #6 on Nov 6, 2005, 11:49am »
... same opinion than Redcomet15, because i'm alone in my house, it's night outside and everyone in my family will come back in 3 hours.... Nice work, Arai!
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #7 on Nov 6, 2005, 3:52pm »
Wow, such nice work Arai!
Almost as scary as the thought emaG may have children...
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #8 on Nov 6, 2005, 4:04pm »
... WHAT?! ... Wha... What do you mean, Mrtags?! Me having children?! ... And the worst is it's scary?! Never hear something so raving mad in my life! ... Oh crap! Already posts 20 messages today, i'm gonna be killed for sure! Sorry everyone!
空の境界 月姬 Fate/Stay Night EmagEvil, le Jeu de la Vie. Playing Devil Summoner: Kuzunoha Raidou VS Abbadon King for the third time! I know, my daily routine will definitvely change when i will get a PS3!
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...what a pain.
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #9 on Nov 6, 2005, 7:00pm »
Excellent work.....damn I want more too. For every gain there is a loss.
<mrtags> At least I got to be lancer the space marine, drm got omake'd into the little pink and purple butt plunger <DrmChsr0> I have to admit, it was funny.
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #12 on Nov 6, 2005, 8:10pm »
Ema having kids isn't particularly scary after you've watched Bottle Fairy and Gunslinger Girl in the same day.
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Re: Hollow: Prologue - Ryuudouji ghost story « Reply #14 on Nov 7, 2005, 6:39pm »
Yeah, a little good-natured ribbing is OK, but try not to get too personal, eh? Especially when they have nothing to do with the topic at hand.
Nice work - you've got me salivating, and I still maintain I'm not a major Fate fan (this may change things, though). When is this paper due, and how long will it take? In the event it can't be put off any longer to work on this, at least we can get an idea of when to start pestering you (gently, of course) for more.
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