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Milli- ~ musings ~
Nov. 28th, 2004 11:06 pmRemind me not to drink with Kronos anymore... though I know that's not gonna work... I'll do it again anyway.
So, I received this party invitation from some guy named Korda and Kronos offered to help me figure out who he is and what he wants. Which, actually, is a lot more frightening than much of anything else Kronos could do.
At the least, I know that this Korda is in France and has more money than most people can count, and is probably pretty old.
So, I'm thinking about going, but it would almost be easier to send Duncan instead.
We'll see, for now - sleep.
So, I received this party invitation from some guy named Korda and Kronos offered to help me figure out who he is and what he wants. Which, actually, is a lot more frightening than much of anything else Kronos could do.
At the least, I know that this Korda is in France and has more money than most people can count, and is probably pretty old.
So, I'm thinking about going, but it would almost be easier to send Duncan instead.
We'll see, for now - sleep.
Milli- ~ post-fencing bout ~
Nov. 14th, 2004 01:39 am"Oh my, Lord, what happened to you?" Rachel asks as I step off the elevator. I'm sure I look fabulous - cuts and bruises and blood and scrapes.
"Fencing practice."
She glares at me and takes the katana ad coat from my hand. "Dare I ask what your opponent looks like?"
"A horse's ass, most of the time." I am so very tired.
More glares and a shake of her head. "Go, take a shower, wash the blood off. And Connor," she waits until I turn to face her as I'm walking toward the bathroom - she always does that, wants me to look her in the eye. "get some rest, you look terrible."
I give her a nod, it's all I can manage. My arm and gut hurt - quite a bit - however, my pride is much less dented, having landed that punch to Kronos' nose. I may sleep quite well tonight.
"Fencing practice."
She glares at me and takes the katana ad coat from my hand. "Dare I ask what your opponent looks like?"
"A horse's ass, most of the time." I am so very tired.
More glares and a shake of her head. "Go, take a shower, wash the blood off. And Connor," she waits until I turn to face her as I'm walking toward the bathroom - she always does that, wants me to look her in the eye. "get some rest, you look terrible."
I give her a nod, it's all I can manage. My arm and gut hurt - quite a bit - however, my pride is much less dented, having landed that punch to Kronos' nose. I may sleep quite well tonight.
~ Theatrical Muse RP ~
Nov. 10th, 2004 04:16 pm~ post to keep going with TM RP stuff ~
[ooc: figured it'd be easier to find if I put it here]
"So," he quirks an eyebrow at her, "what shall we drink before Carl comes running over with my new assignment?"
[ooc: figured it'd be easier to find if I put it here]
"So," he quirks an eyebrow at her, "what shall we drink before Carl comes running over with my new assignment?"
Milli- ~ Halloween ~
Nov. 3rd, 2004 09:10 pmYou ever have a sentient bar dress you for Halloween? Yeah, me neither - until this weekend.
So, right, I'm standing at the bar, just watching people; Kronos comes in, snarling, like usual, then *poof* costumes. No, not manly, warrior costumes. We're dressed as the two halves of a horse - me the front end and Kronos the ass end (at least the bar got that part right).
We decided to deal with it the best way we knew how - drink until we passed out and forgot we were dressed like a horse that had been decapitated and split in two.
The costume is gone now and I think Kronos and I are going to fence - which, we probably, ordinarily wouldn't do, but there's not really anyone else around to fence with. Except Snow White and I think she's rather busy at present.
So, right, I'm standing at the bar, just watching people; Kronos comes in, snarling, like usual, then *poof* costumes. No, not manly, warrior costumes. We're dressed as the two halves of a horse - me the front end and Kronos the ass end (at least the bar got that part right).
We decided to deal with it the best way we knew how - drink until we passed out and forgot we were dressed like a horse that had been decapitated and split in two.
The costume is gone now and I think Kronos and I are going to fence - which, we probably, ordinarily wouldn't do, but there's not really anyone else around to fence with. Except Snow White and I think she's rather busy at present.
Milli - *grooooowwwwwl*
Nov. 2nd, 2004 11:10 am**Privated more than anything I've ever privated before... against pretty much everyone - except Rose - even though she'll hit me for writing this**
Will someone please explain to me why I am still a werewolf? Especially as I've come into this form without benefit of werewolf bite? For the curious, it's very difficult to write with very large paws - one-claw writing is very very slow.
It started as a costume for All Hallow's Eve - right, I'm fine with that. I was fine with being a wolf for two days, but when I woke up the third day, still furry, I was more than a little upset. I don't want to be a werewolf, even if it's only a costume - which wouldn't be horrible, except that I can't remove it. Being bitten by Anna's brother and knowing I would become a werewolf upon the rising of the full moon scared me to death. I don't want that. I want to be myself...
Will someone please explain to me why I am still a werewolf? Especially as I've come into this form without benefit of werewolf bite? For the curious, it's very difficult to write with very large paws - one-claw writing is very very slow.
It started as a costume for All Hallow's Eve - right, I'm fine with that. I was fine with being a wolf for two days, but when I woke up the third day, still furry, I was more than a little upset. I don't want to be a werewolf, even if it's only a costume - which wouldn't be horrible, except that I can't remove it. Being bitten by Anna's brother and knowing I would become a werewolf upon the rising of the full moon scared me to death. I don't want that. I want to be myself...
List of things I am not loving just now:
* trees
* horses that are not mine
* leaves
* edges of cliffs
* overgrown castles
* trees
* falling
* falling alot
* falling over edges of cliffs
Do I need to keep going?
By the way, Carl, if you're reading this... don't come looking for me for a very long time. I'm taking a very long nap somewhere where I won't fall off a cliff or the edge of an overgrown castle.
* trees
* horses that are not mine
* leaves
* edges of cliffs
* overgrown castles
* trees
* falling
* falling alot
* falling over edges of cliffs
Do I need to keep going?
By the way, Carl, if you're reading this... don't come looking for me for a very long time. I'm taking a very long nap somewhere where I won't fall off a cliff or the edge of an overgrown castle.
1182 Hudson St.
Sep. 27th, 2004 10:31 pmRachel is back from vacation - has been for about a week now. I, however, have been out of town on an errand of my own. An old friend paid a visit and insisted on a trip. Not my idea of a vacation, but it ended well enough for me.
****
"Connor!" Rachel calls from upstairs. This can't be good.
"What is it, Rachel?" I call back as I finish typing an e-mail - and I can't beleive I even have e-mail. I remember when there weren't even calculators, much less, computers. But, Adam seems to think these machines are useful tools, so, I suppose I'll put this 'internet' thing to use.
She comes down the stairs, her footsteps falling in the same manner as always - I think she does that so I can't tell if she's angry at me or not, and stops a few steps from the bottom. "What happened to your shirt?" she asks, holding up the very expensive silk shirt she just bought me, that I wore for the first time last Thursday. Oops.
I turn back to the computer as I answer, "I, uh, had a little accident."
"Yes. And why, exactly, were you fighting in this shirt?"
"Rachel, it's a shirt." I look up again. She knows how this goes. "I didn't mark it in my datebook to have a fight the same day I wore that shirt."
She's really is angry at me now, she's turned and gone back up the stairs - probably to fix my shirt, or turn it into a really expensive dust rag. Shit. I get up and climb the stairs behind her. She's picking up my clothes, wandering around the apartment.
"Rachel, stop," I tell her, but she keeps cleaning. I put a hand on her shoulder and turn her to face me. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I'll pay you for the shirt."
She glares at me with those beautiful eyes - the ones that haven't changed since I met her when she was a little girl. "Don't pay for the shirt."
"I'll buy you dinner?"
The glare hardens. "No you won't."
I tilt my head a little. "A pack of gum?"
The glare cracks and she smiles - just a little - I win! "Every time. Go to bed, Connor MacLeod."
"Yes, ma'am." I smile back and she kisses my cheek before shoving me toward my bedroom. Still just like a mother. I have no idea how she puts up with me. Or why.
No, wait. I know the answer to that last one... same reason I put up with her. Love her to death. No one else in the world is a better friend to me than she is.
I am going to bed. It's been a long day.
****
"Connor!" Rachel calls from upstairs. This can't be good.
"What is it, Rachel?" I call back as I finish typing an e-mail - and I can't beleive I even have e-mail. I remember when there weren't even calculators, much less, computers. But, Adam seems to think these machines are useful tools, so, I suppose I'll put this 'internet' thing to use.
She comes down the stairs, her footsteps falling in the same manner as always - I think she does that so I can't tell if she's angry at me or not, and stops a few steps from the bottom. "What happened to your shirt?" she asks, holding up the very expensive silk shirt she just bought me, that I wore for the first time last Thursday. Oops.
I turn back to the computer as I answer, "I, uh, had a little accident."
"Yes. And why, exactly, were you fighting in this shirt?"
"Rachel, it's a shirt." I look up again. She knows how this goes. "I didn't mark it in my datebook to have a fight the same day I wore that shirt."
She's really is angry at me now, she's turned and gone back up the stairs - probably to fix my shirt, or turn it into a really expensive dust rag. Shit. I get up and climb the stairs behind her. She's picking up my clothes, wandering around the apartment.
"Rachel, stop," I tell her, but she keeps cleaning. I put a hand on her shoulder and turn her to face me. "Rachel, I'm sorry. I'll pay you for the shirt."
She glares at me with those beautiful eyes - the ones that haven't changed since I met her when she was a little girl. "Don't pay for the shirt."
"I'll buy you dinner?"
The glare hardens. "No you won't."
I tilt my head a little. "A pack of gum?"
The glare cracks and she smiles - just a little - I win! "Every time. Go to bed, Connor MacLeod."
"Yes, ma'am." I smile back and she kisses my cheek before shoving me toward my bedroom. Still just like a mother. I have no idea how she puts up with me. Or why.
No, wait. I know the answer to that last one... same reason I put up with her. Love her to death. No one else in the world is a better friend to me than she is.
I am going to bed. It's been a long day.
Milli- ~ work stuff ~
Sep. 10th, 2004 09:01 pmI made it through the week. Granted, there was a slight reprieve in there with a trip to the end of the universe... er, maybe I should make sure Rachel doesn't know about that. She already thinks that I don't get enough sleep as it is, if I tell her that, she'll put me in bed for a week with more blankets than I have ever owned.
The store's doing well - or, as well as can be expected. At least I didn't have the police snooping around this week looking for 'unusual weapons'. Sometimes they amuse me with their investigative tactics.
For now, however, I am closing up shop and heading upstairs.
The store's doing well - or, as well as can be expected. At least I didn't have the police snooping around this week looking for 'unusual weapons'. Sometimes they amuse me with their investigative tactics.
For now, however, I am closing up shop and heading upstairs.
Milli- ~ enter Milliways ~
Sep. 5th, 2004 09:33 pmConnor locks the front door to the shop and pulls the blind over the window before turning off the lights. He grabs his coat from the stand by the door, tosses it over one arm and makes his way to the elevator that leads to his apartment above the store. He closes the elevator door and presses the button that will take him 'home'. The elevator rattles and shakes, like it always does, the lights flicker a bit - which only happens during storms, only it's not raining now. Shifting his eyes around the small confines, he sees nothing out of the ordinary, but he is on his guard anyway - just in case. The small car shakes again and jarrs to a stop. The lights go out. Even in the dark, Connor knows where his sword is, he draws it and holds it ready at his side. The lights return and the doors slide open before him.
"Well, that's different."
"Well, that's different."
*bangs head*
Aug. 22nd, 2004 07:59 pmYes, this is where I smash my thick skull against a wall for being an utter idiot.
After a lovely talk with Rose - well, probably would have been more lovely if it hadn't dealt with the werewolf incident from last year, but it was a nice conversation - I ask probably the single most selfish and inappropriate question I could have ever asked her... I'm not sure we're entirely beyond it, but I think we're okay. I think.
I had to come back home and play Monster Hunter for a bit - Carl wanted to know what all had gone on during the fight with the vampires, but I really did not have the energy to relay all the details. He seemed disappointed. Odd, considering he never wants to travel with me.
On my way out on my *new* assignment, my horse had other ideas - as usual - and I've made my way back to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
milliways - again.
After a lovely talk with Rose - well, probably would have been more lovely if it hadn't dealt with the werewolf incident from last year, but it was a nice conversation - I ask probably the single most selfish and inappropriate question I could have ever asked her... I'm not sure we're entirely beyond it, but I think we're okay. I think.
I had to come back home and play Monster Hunter for a bit - Carl wanted to know what all had gone on during the fight with the vampires, but I really did not have the energy to relay all the details. He seemed disappointed. Odd, considering he never wants to travel with me.
On my way out on my *new* assignment, my horse had other ideas - as usual - and I've made my way back to
milliways - again.Interesting - (Milliways)
Aug. 10th, 2004 10:39 pmWell, and I hope I didn't scare the life out of her. She seemed okay when I left - rather in a hurry as I'd forgotten about those vampires in France I was supposed to take care of...
Who is she... right.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosealie ~ Rose - she's lovely and a little more difficult to converse with than most of the other milliways_bar patrons as she doesn't generally speak. Turns out, that wasn't really a problem; she's obviously been doing this for quite some time and has figured out how to communicate with, mostly, hand gestures and head movements. (Also helps if you ask simple yes or no questions.)
She was utterly fascinated with my story of tracking Mr. Hyde, but more interested in my weaponry. That is not a problem - I like my weapons. And I think she was wondering what she could bring to show me the next time I visit. I expect she must have some fascinating weaponry in her time - whenever that is. Remember to ask Rose when she is from.
[privated against everyone who is not me]
She kissed me, granted, I asked if I could kiss her and she replied by kissing me. It was a very nice kiss, if I might say. She's warm and not overly shy - unless I ask her to talk...
Which, I did. I don't know if it frightened her, or embarrassed her, or if she thought I was horribly rude for asking. It was nice to hear her voice though... it truly is marvelous.
[/private]
Now, I must go - vampires await.
Damn. Forgot my hat.
Who is she... right.
rosealie ~ Rose - she's lovely and a little more difficult to converse with than most of the other milliways_bar patrons as she doesn't generally speak. Turns out, that wasn't really a problem; she's obviously been doing this for quite some time and has figured out how to communicate with, mostly, hand gestures and head movements. (Also helps if you ask simple yes or no questions.)She was utterly fascinated with my story of tracking Mr. Hyde, but more interested in my weaponry. That is not a problem - I like my weapons. And I think she was wondering what she could bring to show me the next time I visit. I expect she must have some fascinating weaponry in her time - whenever that is. Remember to ask Rose when she is from.
[privated against everyone who is not me]
She kissed me, granted, I asked if I could kiss her and she replied by kissing me. It was a very nice kiss, if I might say. She's warm and not overly shy - unless I ask her to talk...
Which, I did. I don't know if it frightened her, or embarrassed her, or if she thought I was horribly rude for asking. It was nice to hear her voice though... it truly is marvelous.
[/private]
Now, I must go - vampires await.
Damn. Forgot my hat.
x-posted to theatrical_muse
Aug. 7th, 2004 03:38 pmIs there any truth to the saying: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Do you have enemies? Do you have more friends than enemies?
Let me start with the last part of this question - "Do you have more friends than enemies?" - I'm afraid not. The 'enemies' list seems to be quite long and grows regularly. In my line of work, that is probably to be expected. (I suppose this also answers the middle question - "Do you have enemies?" - obviously.)
Now, as for keeping enemies closer than friends, I prefer not. Or, at least not any closer than it takes to vanquish them.
Muse: Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 82
Let me start with the last part of this question - "Do you have more friends than enemies?" - I'm afraid not. The 'enemies' list seems to be quite long and grows regularly. In my line of work, that is probably to be expected. (I suppose this also answers the middle question - "Do you have enemies?" - obviously.)
Now, as for keeping enemies closer than friends, I prefer not. Or, at least not any closer than it takes to vanquish them.
Muse: Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 82
challenge: Money, Fame or Happiness - if you had to pick just one, which would it be and why?
Well, as I already have fame... or, well, infamy... I don't supposed I'd really want that. Money is of no use to me, as I'm provided what I need by my employers, including some travelling and spending money. Guess that leaves happiness. That would be nice. However, determining what would make me happy, that's another feat altogether. I suppose knowledge of my past would be nice. To know if I have family - aside from Abraham - somewhere. (At least, I assume Abraham's family - shared last name and similar occupations and interests. If I ever actually meet him, I'll have to ask. From the letter I found in Carl's room, I can only assume this man is my older brother.)
What was the question again?
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
word count: 126
Well, as I already have fame... or, well, infamy... I don't supposed I'd really want that. Money is of no use to me, as I'm provided what I need by my employers, including some travelling and spending money. Guess that leaves happiness. That would be nice. However, determining what would make me happy, that's another feat altogether. I suppose knowledge of my past would be nice. To know if I have family - aside from Abraham - somewhere. (At least, I assume Abraham's family - shared last name and similar occupations and interests. If I ever actually meet him, I'll have to ask. From the letter I found in Carl's room, I can only assume this man is my older brother.)
What was the question again?
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
word count: 126
