As I've previously mentioned, I quite enjoy LARPing. At first, I got into it because of the "combat sports" element to it (the ones in Bulgaria at least can be somewhat competitive when it comes to that).
However, I eventually switched to a more RP-heavy role and founded an in-game lottery organization. We'd organize raffle-style events where we'd allow players to win stickers and other types of small merch. This is the lottery logo I did a while ago, we have it printed an it usually hangs next to our booth.
We hav to skip the big Bulgarian event last year but I hope to get back into it in 2024.
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Me: My Research, My Dear Research, I need you to tell me about Noh theater.
My Research: You know about Noh.
Me: No! I need to know more Noh. Give me all the Noh. Quickly.
My Research: None of your upcoming work projects have anything to do with Noh, though, and you really should be studying for those. You're about to be very, very busy. See, aren't these cool? I'm very proud of you keeping your mouth mostly shut about why you happen to know one of these topics absurdly well because of your silly blog.
Me: Yes, I know, not being able to mention that irony is killing me. But--
My Research: I hope this has taught you a lesson in producing content you can actually share in a professional sphere!
Me: No, I meant I can't blog about work stuff. But no, Noh!! Please!! At least give me a refresher!
My Research: Goodness, why? Are you going to watch a full performance at a Noh theater or something?
Me: Yes.
My Research: No...
Me: Yes.
My Research: It can't be. You failed to get tickets for that, like, seven times because it kept getting sold out. It can't be. No.
Me: Y E S.
My Research: It's the Kimetsu no Yaiba Noh production showing next week in Kyoto, isn't it?
Me:
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My collection of the Windows-era mainline Touhou games is COMPLETE!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 (+ a few of the side games!!)
I am super happy with this. Now, if only I could find someone selling the PC-98 games for less than $5,000,000,000.............
(close up photos will be under the cut)
[Image ID 1: The Windows era Touhou Project games, 6-19, are all lined up together. They are in order of release.]
[Image ID 2: Three of the Touhou Project side-games are lined up. In order, they are Shoot the Bullet (9.5), Double Spoiler (12.5), and Great Fairy Wars (12.8)]
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I was reading back over my liveblog from last night (this post, specifically), and it occurred to me there was a comment Wyll made that might have resonated more with Rakha than occurred to me at the time.
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"Wyll."
"Hm?" Wyll looks up, jarred out of his thoughts as Rakha speaks to him. She has a way of coming out of nowhere, even in the close confines of camp. Then again, he also wasn't really paying attention. When they aren't on the road it's easy to get lost in his worries - in brooding on what has been done to him, worrying about Mizora's future plans and his own identity. "Sorry, I was... well. Never mind. What do you need?"
Rakha eyes one of the tent poles, seems to consider leaning against it, then changes her mind. "What is the River of Blood?" she asks.
As always, her questions come so directly, so without preamble or nicety, that it is a little startling. Refreshing, too - Wyll grew up among nobility, where every conversation had at least four layers of politics and nuance. None of that to be found here, certainly; if Rakha asks a question, it's because she wants to know the answer. She is not one for games.
This particular question is a bit jarring, though. "What?"
"The River of Blood," she repeats. "When we spoke last. You said - one who bathes in the River of Blood is born anew." She quotes his own words back at him with clipped precision.
"Oh." He'd almost forgotten the offhand comment. "Right. It's... another name for the Styx. The great river of the Hells."
"Styx." She echoes the word, fixing it in her mind. "And it flows with blood?"
"Ah, no." He smiles faintly. "Well, not entirely. Plenty of blood in it, from what I hear. I've never seen it myself."
"Ah." A pause. "And born anew?"
"They say--" he begins, then stops, his eyes narrowing sympathetically as he realizes why she is asking. "It's said that touching or drinking from the river causes memory loss. A disconnection from your past life. A new birth."
"Like me," she says. Her voice is calm, but her gaze is intent suddenly, the expression that takes her when she is parsing out new facts into her worldview. "I woke in that pod. We were in the Hells already. Could I have drunk from the Styx?"
He considers. "I am no expert," he admits. "Though I consort with a devil, for better or for worse, my business has always been on this plane. It's... certainly possible." He offers her a cautious smile. "It would certainly explain a lot, no?"
"Yes." She sticks out her jaw thoughtfully. A long pause. "It would be... appropriate," she continues slowly after a little while. "It all comes back to blood. Everything in my mind."
He nods slowly. She has spoken a little of the inward struggle, the beast that led to Alfira's death. He doesn't pretend to understand it, but he has seen her starting to wrestle with it more, day by day. "Perhaps it would be a comfort," he says cautiously, "to think of that as the cause. That it has a cause. The memory loss, at least."
"Perhaps." The very slightest hint of a smile twists the corner of her mouth - the first he has seen from her that was not blood-maddened. "Thank you. For telling me. This world is..." She pauses, snorts softly. "There is much to learn."
"There is. And I can't imagine starting from scratch," he says with a soft laugh. "Perhaps, should we ever reach Baldur's Gate, I can find you one of my old tutors. I'm sure our motley crew would be a thrilling challenge for them."
She squints at him.
He chuckles. "I'm joking. But... any time you need to ask me anything, if it's an answer I can give, I will. You have my word on it."
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