/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>18147373
>people who love her?
Marisa: Everyone else is using perfect possession, but you're the only one by yourself, huh?

Yukari: Can you guess why that is?

Koishi: Ooh, I know! It's 'cause you have no friends, right? So sad...

>>18147373
I want her to manipulate the border of me being a cute girl and me being a gross oyaji.

Noone wants to be friends with nasty old hag.

>>18147456
I would like this very much also

>>18147475
I do

>>18147373
>people who love her

>>18147475
Yukari is 17 evergreen

>>18147401
Is Koishi actually trying to be mean here or does she just not understand social cues due to autism?

>>18147373
she maintains the hakurei barrier for a good reason, she's not about to just get rid of it and re-merge the dimensions
also why would she care about a bunch of disconnected idiots whose primary thoughts about her are jacking off to a bunch of retarded doujins without any idea about the real yakumo yukari

This bitch ain't real, that's why. Or the people who love her aren't worth visiting. Or both.

>>18147526
yes

>>18147373
>could she manipulate the border between 3D earth and Gensokyo?
Yes.
>If so, why hasn't she? Does she not know we're here, or does she not care about the people who love her?
Its not a matter of "loving her", its becaue /jp/ has proven itself to be a bunch of faggots who only want to lewd the citizens of her Gensoland, and nothing more.
You all have yourself to blame, and I hate it since what you fags do affect all of us in the long run.

>>18147727
Oh yeah. I meant to say "yes, she does, but does not care."

>>18147373
Yukari is a fictional character.

>>18147373
yukarifags in a nutshell

>>18147373
It's more fun for her to watch her fans on earth I suppose.

Why would she do that? There's nothing interesting for her down here and besides I have all the alcohol I need at Hakurei shrine.

>>18147747
that's what she WANTS you to think

>>18148095
Yukari-samaaa~!

>>18147373
>the people who love her

>>18149223
there are literally dozens of us. DOZENS!

>>18147373
THE Yukari has visited me in my dreams many times. She is real enough.
>If so, why hasn't she?
Why would she?

>>18147401
Yukari could've make a good comeback to her like
>Oh sweetie, I have one of course... and is the best friend I have for a long time. I assume unnoticed little stone like you wouldn't understand.

>>18147373
>or does she not care about the people who love her?
of course she doesn't. She cares about Gensokyo far too care about anything else. This is all just an elaborate plot for Gensokyo's sake, as always.

>>18147373 (OP)
>or does she not care about the people who love her?
of course she doesn't. She cares about Gensokyo far too much to care about anything else. This is all just an elaborate plot for Gensokyo's sake, as always.

>>18150186
Yukari visited me in my dreams once
bitch rips my arms off.

shit was SO cash

Yukari just checks in and peeks on people from gaps in your daily life like the crack of your closet door. Feel like some monster is watching you from the darkness? It's just Yukarin!

>>18154875
>Feel like some monster is watching you from the darkness? It's just Yukarin!
I also catch glimpses of something at the edge of my peripheral vision quite often. So Yukari is responsible for this and I'm not going insane?

Because it's not a priori clear if such a gap can be constructed, or even exists at all. In (3+1) spacetime dimensions such a gap would correspond to a gluing of two 4-manifolds (our universe and Gensokyo) along a 3-dimensional submanifold (the gap). This can be seen as a 4-corbordism between empty sets (assuming our universe as well as Gensokyo are closed and compact), which maps to a ℂ-linear endomorphism on ℂ by under a unitary topological quantum field theory (UTQFT). Since all such endomophisms correspond to multiplication by a complex number, it follows that this gluing must correspond to a multiplication by the norm induced of the vector that lies in the image Hilbert space of the 3-dimensional submanifold under the UTQFT functor. However it has been shown recently that 4-dimensional UTQFTs do not in general induce positive-definite inner products on the Hilbert spaces, due to the existence of Mazur manifolds having exotic differential structures. Yukari therefore cannot create gaps that can sustain both realities consistently across them unless she can prove that neither Gensokyo nor our universe are 4-dimensional Mazur manifolds.
Of course this isn't the only obstruction; Yukari would also have to prove non-Abelian Yang-Mills theories can be consistently constructed along the gaps as well, since otherwise matter and physical laws wouldn't behave the same across the gap. This introduces boundary conditions on the matter and gauge fields along the gaps, and the existence + uniqueness of the solutions of the resulting Euler-Lagrange equations obeying such boundary conditions must be proven as well.
Also Yukari can't just say "fuck all that shit I can use magic", since this gap has to connect to our universe where magic doesn't exist.
>>18147401
Koishi's a fucking idiot.

>>18147373
Twofold answer; why would she care about us enough to tear down the border she dedicated her life to creating and maintaining, and we don't know the extent and reach of any of the abilities of Touhou characters. Yukari's never gone full out-of-control border manipulation to a reality-destroying degree, so we don't know if she can. Then other characters like Sakuya and Remilia OBVIOUSLY have limits to their time and fate manipulation, or they would have been able to accomplish a lot more when trying to achieve their goals in games.

>>18159850
>since this gap has to connect to our universe where magic doesn't exist
Note, it's taken as fact that "magic" does exist but we just attribute its effects to other things that can be explained scientifically, rationalized, or discarded. Magic, from their perspective, works the same regardless of the space.

>>18160136
>it's taken as fact that "magic" does exist but we just attribute its effects to other things that can be explained scientifically, rationalized, or discarded.
You're basically saying that Yukari had to do all this for gaps she opens in Gensokyo as well.

timecube-manipulating touhou when

>>18159850
There are some typos:
>by under a
Under*
>norm induced of the vector
Norm of the vector*

>>18160146
Sure. I'm not really concerned with your commentary, just pointing out this is what the series works with.

why would she want to see a bunch of shitposting retards

>>18161354
b-but i love her

>>18161354
What if Yukari shitposts herself?

>>18155868
No.
You are going insane.
>Captcha: SHORT ROAD

>>18161651
We wouldn't be on her shitposting level.

>>18162455

>>18160952
>this is what the series works with
The series doesn't work with anything that concerns our universe though (which is the entire point of this thread). It's necessary to consider something that the series doesn't work with in order to reconcile it with our reality.

>>18150218
Is this supposed to be a good comeback? This is embarrassing.

>>18167569
>This is embarrassing.
So is Yukari in general.

>>18147373

>>18147373
>If so, why hasn't she
She does, but exclusively for for bullying

>>18175708
What if someone stabs it? Or if Tenshi gets a deadly STD?

>>18175708
Love that doujin.

>>18147373
Why will she?

this is why moot hates this board

>>18184523
>moot
Who?

It is four thirty in the morning, and I've just woken up in the shower, laying in the tub with a fierce stream of hot water gone cold with time running frigid down my face. I have no idea how long I've been asleep. It doesn't really matter.
Rising, I grab a towel from the pile on the floor, wrapping it around my body with an odd sense of gratitude, and move down the short hallway to my tiny bedroom. Looking around the clothes strewn about the floor, I find a T-shirt and pants I like (or maybe just choose them at random, I'm not really sure anymore…) and shrug them on, tug, zip, button, adjust for comfort. Ha, comfort. Ignoring the insistent tapping from the other side of the cardboard and duct-tape covered window (where my gaze lingers for a moment, but only a moment. I think.) I head into the kitchen for breakfast (soggy cereal with milk grown slightly warm from the broken refrigerator) and a demotivated perusal of the help wanted section of last weeks old newspaper. I used to get the newspaper every morning, searching diligently for a job, a task, anything to get me moving forward and upward, out of this shitty fourteenth floor loft in a slumhouse on the south side of a city that hasn't been worth living in by all accounts since the seventies, but it doesn't really feel worth it anymore. With a sigh, I dump the remaining cereal and set the bowl on the stack of unwashed dishes in the sink. I need to get out of here.

Back down the hall and into my room to grab a jacket (it's freezing in here), and my eyes lock on that sheet of cardboard taped over the window. From behind it, softly, tap, tap, tap. She's still out there. She always is, as soon as it gets dark, until the sun rises, knocking gently on the window, fourteen stories up, hair blowing in the night time breeze, beckoning me to open the window, to let her in. I can change your life, she seems to say, if you'll let me. Shuddering, I look away.

Nate (God I miss that kid) used to tell me that I was depressed, that I was seeing things, that I should get help. Used to, till one day she came knocking on his window too. He called me then, breathless, apologizing for not believing me. He sounded strange on the phone… eager. I never heard from him again. I wonder if he's better off.

When I first came here, it felt like life was amazing, like the world was one big opportunity stretching itself wide in front of me and just waiting for me to take that first step. I'd chosen this apartment, with its window view of the entire, sprawling, electric starscape of the city lit up at night like God's own fallen Christmas tree, just so I could look out and revel in that feeling, in that high. That feeling got me through the first few months.

Gradually, though, the joy faded, and I was left with so many needs, and so many troubles, and never enough money, and so much time to think about it all, and I slipped into the bleak depression I've been in up till now. Then one day, she came.

Back then, I'd been able to sleep at night, every night, regularly, instead of falling into fitful patches of restless slumber at disjointed times, and I'd been asleep when she first showed up. I was awoken by a soft, almost polite knocking, so soft that at first I got up and went to the door, looking out into the silent hallway. When I went to return to bed, I saw her. Standing on nothing, fourteen floors up, her dress blowing in the wind, one hand knocking on the glass like a door, the other waving as I saw her, beckoning, a friendly gesture. I've read stories in my lifetime of creatures and spirits that knock on windows at night, of vampires who can only enter a home if the owner answers the door. I knew (or thought I knew) the risks. I went out into the living room and tossed and turned on the couch, hoping she'd be gone by morning.

And she was, but she was back the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that, knocking, calling silently to me, promising wordlessly that she could change my life, make it better. Eventually, I covered the window, trying to ignore her, hoping normalcy would return, but no. It never did. It never will.

So here I am, looking down, looking away, looking anywhere but at that window, shaking with desperate desire to look out, to open it, to let her in, and knowing with every fiber of my being how desperately wrong it would be. I've held out this long, but as I sink deeper into myself, I know that soon, soon, I'll walk to that window, and with shaking hands I'll tear down the barrier, and I'll reach for the latc