Post by Takashe on Oct 6, 2007 14:08:04 GMT -8
Miss Inque,
For years now I have been receiving countless letters from you. Indeed, every single one promptly reached me. Surely you are now wondering why I never replied to your letters. The reason is simple, really: you are nothing more than a deluded, possibly insane child clinging to fabricated memories; a foolish girl who is under the impression that she actually knows me.
When I first started receiving your letters, I simply assumed that the messenger made some sort of delivery error. But no, that wasn't the case; he informed me that they were addressed to Kairai Takashe, also known as Kaita. Obviously I was quite puzzled, seeing as not once in my life have I ever donned the nickname "Kaita". I could only assume that Kaita is nothing more than your imaginary friend whom you somehow associated with me.
So why am I replying now? After years of receiving letters from you, I can no longer suffer the trouble of throwing them into the fireplace. That, and I feel the need to relieve the poor messenger of the troublesome duty of delivering your letters to me. It's truly an unnecessary burden you're placing on him, you know that? Inconsiderate bitch.
Pathetic wench, allow me to set the record straight: I am General Kairai Takashe II, General of the Knights of Osirus and Protector of the Dark King. I am not your imaginary companion Kairai, nor have I ever been. I do not know you, nor do I ever wish to, understand? A bit of friendly advice: leave your little fantasy world and come back to reality.
Please save yourself the trouble of writing and sending those annoying letters, for I am sick and tired of getting them.
With Regard,
General Kairai Takashe II, General of the Knights of Osirus.
Accompanying the General's response was a small piece of parchment. Inscribed on it was a message written in purple ink. The handwriting was flamboyant and rather girlish; the "i"s were dotted with hearts and so forth. The paper carried the pleasant fragrance of a fresh strawberry perfume.
Dearest Order Girl,
Such an amusing little girl, you are! Wasting your youth away, writing letters to someone who doesn't even care about you in the slightest. Your letters are greatly aggravating my little pet Takashe and slightly hindering his performance. And that simply won't do, I'm afraid!
I'll be frank, sweetheart: if you continue pestering my lovable assistant and good friend, you'll spend the rest of your days begging your whore of a goddess Lumen for the sweet release of death. And unfortunately for you, she will be unable to grant it. I'm sure you get the point.
Anyway, there's business I must soon attend to; so I'm cutting this letter short, even though there's a few other things I would like to say to you.
Have a splendid, splendid day!
With love,
Lord Eltana Remarque, Director of the Blood Chamber.
For years now I have been receiving countless letters from you. Indeed, every single one promptly reached me. Surely you are now wondering why I never replied to your letters. The reason is simple, really: you are nothing more than a deluded, possibly insane child clinging to fabricated memories; a foolish girl who is under the impression that she actually knows me.
When I first started receiving your letters, I simply assumed that the messenger made some sort of delivery error. But no, that wasn't the case; he informed me that they were addressed to Kairai Takashe, also known as Kaita. Obviously I was quite puzzled, seeing as not once in my life have I ever donned the nickname "Kaita". I could only assume that Kaita is nothing more than your imaginary friend whom you somehow associated with me.
So why am I replying now? After years of receiving letters from you, I can no longer suffer the trouble of throwing them into the fireplace. That, and I feel the need to relieve the poor messenger of the troublesome duty of delivering your letters to me. It's truly an unnecessary burden you're placing on him, you know that? Inconsiderate bitch.
Pathetic wench, allow me to set the record straight: I am General Kairai Takashe II, General of the Knights of Osirus and Protector of the Dark King. I am not your imaginary companion Kairai, nor have I ever been. I do not know you, nor do I ever wish to, understand? A bit of friendly advice: leave your little fantasy world and come back to reality.
Please save yourself the trouble of writing and sending those annoying letters, for I am sick and tired of getting them.
With Regard,
General Kairai Takashe II, General of the Knights of Osirus.
Accompanying the General's response was a small piece of parchment. Inscribed on it was a message written in purple ink. The handwriting was flamboyant and rather girlish; the "i"s were dotted with hearts and so forth. The paper carried the pleasant fragrance of a fresh strawberry perfume.
Dearest Order Girl,
Such an amusing little girl, you are! Wasting your youth away, writing letters to someone who doesn't even care about you in the slightest. Your letters are greatly aggravating my little pet Takashe and slightly hindering his performance. And that simply won't do, I'm afraid!
I'll be frank, sweetheart: if you continue pestering my lovable assistant and good friend, you'll spend the rest of your days begging your whore of a goddess Lumen for the sweet release of death. And unfortunately for you, she will be unable to grant it. I'm sure you get the point.
Anyway, there's business I must soon attend to; so I'm cutting this letter short, even though there's a few other things I would like to say to you.
Have a splendid, splendid day!
With love,
Lord Eltana Remarque, Director of the Blood Chamber.
