Tuesday Banshee
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2My icon depicts my current opinion of social services. >_< However, I shall ride forth to do battle again tomorrow. *sigh*
In the meantime, Banshee. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Zuma and I left with Beren and Cathy. They offered us a lift to the Castle, but I’d already scheduled a porter, so we declined. Or I did. Zuma – damn him anyway – has no need of port services, but he was adamant about sticking with me.
The same First Nations Wizard who dropped them off collected them; Beren introduced him as Ted. We shook hands and he smirked at me when Beren mentioned that I was a colleague of Trowa’s. There must be a joke in there somewhere, since people I’ve never met before seem to be so amused by me, but I just don’t have the spare time to wonder about it right now.
Watching them vanish reminded me once again of my own problem in that area. I really hope that I can work out some sort of porting ability eventually, because relying on the pros is a little embarrassing. If I couldn’t manage it at all, it would be one thing, but knowing that I can port a few feet and no farther is just maddening.
Once the Weres were gone, Inazuma and I began comparing notes. He’d taken the time to run down and get a quick look at the cellars and the basement, and he agreed with my idea to call some antiques dealers. He even offered to make those calls and coordinate with Gisela for me. That took a load off my shoulders, since I was still trying to come up with something for Ctik.
He suggested that most of the contents of the place were likely classified as antique, given what was in the attics and Ctik’s suite, although he wasn’t sure how old or from what style the objects were. There were paintings in Ctik’s suite, though, that he was fairly sure dated back to the 16th century, at least. I managed to not drop my jaw and added “art appraisal” to my antiques list.
And how in the hell Miles had not managed to make off with those was something of a miracle.
Jake showed up then and started the whole hair thing. I keep forgetting that I’d had it cut just a few days ago, as well as the fact that no one outside of Inazuma and Enrique (and Heero, of course!) had actually seen it shorter yet. I had to do the pirouette and explain the chain of thought that led to the chopping off, and stress the fact that it was my idea, not Heero’s. Why the hell anyone thinks Heero has any control over my hair – or anything else about my person, for that matter – is a complete mystery to me.
Inazuma snickered the whole time and even contributed. “Ask him where the cuttings are right now!” he demanded, and Jake raised an eyebrow at me.
“Okay. Where are the cuttings now?”
I rolled my eyes and huffed mightily. “Wrapped in silk and hidden away in Heero’s locked dresser drawer. Where the fuck did you expect them to be?”
They fell on each other, laughing hysterically. Bah.
In the meantime, Banshee. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Zuma and I left with Beren and Cathy. They offered us a lift to the Castle, but I’d already scheduled a porter, so we declined. Or I did. Zuma – damn him anyway – has no need of port services, but he was adamant about sticking with me.
The same First Nations Wizard who dropped them off collected them; Beren introduced him as Ted. We shook hands and he smirked at me when Beren mentioned that I was a colleague of Trowa’s. There must be a joke in there somewhere, since people I’ve never met before seem to be so amused by me, but I just don’t have the spare time to wonder about it right now.
Watching them vanish reminded me once again of my own problem in that area. I really hope that I can work out some sort of porting ability eventually, because relying on the pros is a little embarrassing. If I couldn’t manage it at all, it would be one thing, but knowing that I can port a few feet and no farther is just maddening.
Once the Weres were gone, Inazuma and I began comparing notes. He’d taken the time to run down and get a quick look at the cellars and the basement, and he agreed with my idea to call some antiques dealers. He even offered to make those calls and coordinate with Gisela for me. That took a load off my shoulders, since I was still trying to come up with something for Ctik.
He suggested that most of the contents of the place were likely classified as antique, given what was in the attics and Ctik’s suite, although he wasn’t sure how old or from what style the objects were. There were paintings in Ctik’s suite, though, that he was fairly sure dated back to the 16th century, at least. I managed to not drop my jaw and added “art appraisal” to my antiques list.
And how in the hell Miles had not managed to make off with those was something of a miracle.
Jake showed up then and started the whole hair thing. I keep forgetting that I’d had it cut just a few days ago, as well as the fact that no one outside of Inazuma and Enrique (and Heero, of course!) had actually seen it shorter yet. I had to do the pirouette and explain the chain of thought that led to the chopping off, and stress the fact that it was my idea, not Heero’s. Why the hell anyone thinks Heero has any control over my hair – or anything else about my person, for that matter – is a complete mystery to me.
Inazuma snickered the whole time and even contributed. “Ask him where the cuttings are right now!” he demanded, and Jake raised an eyebrow at me.
“Okay. Where are the cuttings now?”
I rolled my eyes and huffed mightily. “Wrapped in silk and hidden away in Heero’s locked dresser drawer. Where the fuck did you expect them to be?”
They fell on each other, laughing hysterically. Bah.
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