In case this needs to be reiterated, Yamatai is Realmgard-Japan and Noh is a traditional kind of Japanese theatre that involves the actors wearing masks.
Also, throwing beans at demons to usher in the New Year is 100% a real thing.
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J.B. Norman
“Gah!” Kat cries, waking from her between-naps nap to come face to face with a strange, horrible monster.
The thing has sharp teeth, unblinking eyes, a leering expression, and horns jutting from its forehead.
Kat begins desperately feeling around her beloved plaid couch for something to throw at this monstrous interloper. Not only does it have the audacity to haunt Kat in her own house on her own couch, but it interrupted her nap.
And that, as far as Kat is concerned, is unforgivable, monster or no monster.
“Hi, Kat!” the creature exclaims in Dunstana’s voice — revealing itself to be a familiar, horrible monster.
“Dunstana,” Kat groans. “What is that thing? Why are you wearing it? And where did you find it?”
“It’s a Noh mask!” Dunstana answers happily.
“No,” Kat protests. “It’s clearly a mask.”
Dunstana rolls her eyes.
“Not no, Noh!” she explains, shifting the mask. “I, uh, I can’t spell it, but it’s not like n-o. It’s a kind of play they have in Yamatai. You know, kinda like Opera, but less lame, I think. Kokoro let me borrow it!”
“Ugh,” Kat groans, rubbing her eyes. “You didn’t have to sneak around the house to scare me.”
Dunstana rolls her eyes gain.
“But that’s why I borrowed it, Kat” she mutters.
“Ugh,” Kat groans again, rolling over on her beloved plaid couch and burying her face in one of the cushions.
She hears the door opening, then footsteps hammering across the door.
“Hello, Kat!”
“It’s us, Tsuru and Tsubame!”
Kat groans into the cushion.
“Kat says hi,” Dunstana explains to the two girls from Yamatai.
Grumpily and sleep-deprivedly, Kat sits up on the couch and stares at the two twins through the cascade of dishevelled hair that has fallen across her face during her vain attempts to nap.
Tsuru and Tsubame quickly sit on either side of her.
“Do you like Dunstana’s mask?” Tsuru asks. “It’s a genuine Yamatai Noh mask. All the way from Matsumori!”
Kat blinks down dumbly at the girl.
“She’s a hannya!” Tsubame explains.
Kat blinks down dumbly at the other girl.
“That’s a kind of angry spirit,” Tsuru continues. “But also sort of sad.”
“The mask means anger and jealousy,” Tsubame adds. “So the hannya is a very dangerous spirit.”
“In the plays, the hannya is always defeated by a samurai or exorcised by a priest,” Tsuru says.
“You know, back in Yamatai, they chase away evil spirits by throwing beans at them,” Tsubame says.
“Beans?” Kat asks.
The twins nod.
“They represent good fortune,” Tsuru says.
“And they taste good!” Tsubame interjects.
“We do it at home every spring. And I’ve never seen any evil spirits in our house, so it must be working,” Tsuru notes.
“I don’t like beans,” Dunstana mutters.
“Tsuru, Tsubame,” Kat declares, tying her hair back into its ponytail. “Find me some beans. We’ve got us a demon to drive out.”
“Hey!”
Kat glowers at her sister.
“Oh!” Tsubame says happily.
“Fun!” Tsuru says, clapping her hands together.
Dunstana goes running into the kitchen.
“Moooooooooom!” she calls. “Kat’s trying to exorcism me!”
The rest of my writing exercises are here. This scene is from March 2023.
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