Mab here, Prospero Inc. company gumshoe.
As part of my campaign to protect you woefully-uninformed humans from your own folly—in hopes of saving even one of you from an elf-induced death, or worse—here is some of my gathered wisdom concerning the supernatural world.
Read. Pay attention. And maybe you’ll live.
For those of you who are just coming in, we’ve started with Tsukumogami, Japanese household objects that wake up after their 100th birthday and become animate.
Description: Once upon a time, back in the Sixth Century, a guy named Prince Shotoku made a bunch of Gigaku masks—that’s mask used in some defunct Japanese drama-dance art form—for a nigh-legendary guy named Hata no Kawakatsu. This Hata no Kawakatsu invented some Shinto dance form or other.
Apparently, this prince created sixty-six masks. Then, like the incompetant mortal that he was, he went and died, leaving the masks just lying around.
Of course, they came to life! Even a frog could have predicted that.
Where To Find It: Theaters, dark allies, your worst nightmares.
Frequency: There’s only one of ‘em. How common could they be?
Danger Level: Frankly, I have no idea what a mask…even sixty-six of ‘em…can do to you, but stay away, just to be safe. Whatever it is they do, it can’t be good.
Mab’s Eye View: Huh? Good grief. Give me a break. Masks? What will mortals think of next?