Tuesday Banshee
Mar. 8th, 2011 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2It's very annoying waiting for people to call you. Especially official-type people. =P Can't do anything else until they call. And I have a bad feeling that when they do call, it will be to reschedule the 'real' call. *sigh* Another entry in the column of 'shit you just have to deal with'.
I've already emptied the sink, loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed the sink, scrubbed the pans that the RM scrubbed but not quite yesterday (why, yes; I am a picky little skink), posted at S&B, gathered the laundry, convinced the cat not to eat the mailman, sent the kid off to his shrink and failed at getting the RM to go to bed, since he works tonight. >_> Oh, I've also cleared the cat toys from under the desk and retrieved the dusty brush from where the cat punted it a few days ago. It had the nerve to be sitting on top of the printer where he wanted to lay. >.< So, he moved it. Behind the damn desk. He's so 'mine!' about random flat surfaces...
I shall now take another stab at nudging the RM to bed by planting myself in the living room with the high-channel TV and working on a project whilst watching true crime shows. ^___^ That usually moves him.
And... you know... more Banshee. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Heero crouched on the stone parapet of the balcony, arms around his drawn-up legs and his chin resting on his knees. His talons dug into the stone, anchoring him against anything short of an F-4 tornado. He couldn’t sleep. Wasn’t fair to stay in bed and disturb Duo; he’d had a hard day of his own, inventorying the vampire’s possessions. Nice of Beren and Cathy to come themselves, instead of sending someone Duo didn’t know. Inazuma had stepped up, too, and supported Duo quite nicely. Enrique had followed through and pinged them both at lunchtime. Gisela had ordered pizza. The Weres were both absolutely charming. Michael was a kid with a great future. Gisela’s brother was a nice guy. Ctik owned a *hellacious* amount of stuff.
Duo was worried about Giniro’s Clan summons. He’d assured him that it wasn’t as dire as it sounded. At some point during the on-site festivities, he knew that Q had called Giniro and brought her up to date on the incident. On the one hand, it was somewhat annoying that his grandmother and his boss had such a good relationship, but on the other hand… Well, it was actually rather… comforting. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.
Now he was beginning to feel like Chang. He snorted softly. A couple of roosting bats stirred and stretched their wings and let go their perch to sail away in search of a snack. He watched them go somewhat wistfully. There were moments when being low on the sentience scale seemed a contented life, but only moments.
The weather was growing warmer ahead of summer. He’d left the door open to Duo’s room for the breeze; such as it was at this hour. The moon was on the wane; the dark sky filled with stars. Times like this, the Castle was almost like being at home… especially with his Banshee safe and sound inside.
He sighed. He wasn’t doing as well with his attempt at self-distraction as he had hoped. The death of the youth in Africa still replayed itself in his head at every pause in his directed thoughts. He still could not find the moment of his failure and that nagged at him. There had to be something he missed. Some word or gesture on the part of the leader; some clue of what was coming. Something that he should have noticed, should have acted upon to prevent the death.
Try as he might, he could find nothing. Q had assured him over and over that it was not his fault. Q was angry with himself, as well, for not being prepared. He well knew the ridiculous religious practices of Humans, and this sort of thing had even been in the general news of late.
They were both, he counseled the Wyvern, accustomed to dealing with rational Humans, not the sort who wallowed in ancient (and modern) superstition. He was also furious with the local office for not documenting this absurd behavior and putting a stop to it. Human cries of witchcraft invariably fell on those who had not a drop of true Magic in them, and were powerless to defend themselves. It was incumbent upon the various local offices of Magic and Wizardry to be aware of such outbreaks of nonsense and deal with it accordingly; clearly this particular office had achieved a spectacular fail.
Heads would roll, figuratively, and by the time Q got done with them a good many Wizards would be sitting in fifth year ethics classes again for refresher courses.
Heero blinked, then snorted. Damn. Even his directed thoughts weren’t cooperating. He sighed heavily. The promise of future discomfort for those responsible did nothing for the boy who died so horribly. Although… He would be lying to himself if he thought that the Africa office didn’t deserve a little fear right now.
A touch on his shoulder. He jerked upright, even as he recognized his Banshee’s scent next to him. Damn, but the creature was stealthy!
“Thinking?” Duo murmured.
“Yes. Can’t seem to put it out of my mind.”
The Banshee insinuated himself under Heero’s arm and circled his waist, leaning in against him.
“You could have woken me. I’m good at distraction.”
He shook his head. “I would rather not bring this particular thing into our bed,” he whispered. He returned the embrace, snugging his Chosen close.
“Gotcha. Um… Distraction. You could help me wind some yarn,” he offered helpfully.
Heero snickered. “And have my arms be useless all day? No thanks. How about a little flying? We haven’t done a night tour in a while.”
“I would love to fly with you,” Duo purred, stretching up to kiss his jaw line.
“You really are good at distraction, Chosen. All sorts of distractions.” He scooped Duo into his arms and stood up, morphing as he did so. “Which direction shall we go?”
“First star to the right and straight on till morning?”
“How about a circuit of the town and a hello to the lake monster?”
“That’ll work too.”
I've already emptied the sink, loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed the sink, scrubbed the pans that the RM scrubbed but not quite yesterday (why, yes; I am a picky little skink), posted at S&B, gathered the laundry, convinced the cat not to eat the mailman, sent the kid off to his shrink and failed at getting the RM to go to bed, since he works tonight. >_> Oh, I've also cleared the cat toys from under the desk and retrieved the dusty brush from where the cat punted it a few days ago. It had the nerve to be sitting on top of the printer where he wanted to lay. >.< So, he moved it. Behind the damn desk. He's so 'mine!' about random flat surfaces...
I shall now take another stab at nudging the RM to bed by planting myself in the living room with the high-channel TV and working on a project whilst watching true crime shows. ^___^ That usually moves him.
And... you know... more Banshee. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Heero crouched on the stone parapet of the balcony, arms around his drawn-up legs and his chin resting on his knees. His talons dug into the stone, anchoring him against anything short of an F-4 tornado. He couldn’t sleep. Wasn’t fair to stay in bed and disturb Duo; he’d had a hard day of his own, inventorying the vampire’s possessions. Nice of Beren and Cathy to come themselves, instead of sending someone Duo didn’t know. Inazuma had stepped up, too, and supported Duo quite nicely. Enrique had followed through and pinged them both at lunchtime. Gisela had ordered pizza. The Weres were both absolutely charming. Michael was a kid with a great future. Gisela’s brother was a nice guy. Ctik owned a *hellacious* amount of stuff.
Duo was worried about Giniro’s Clan summons. He’d assured him that it wasn’t as dire as it sounded. At some point during the on-site festivities, he knew that Q had called Giniro and brought her up to date on the incident. On the one hand, it was somewhat annoying that his grandmother and his boss had such a good relationship, but on the other hand… Well, it was actually rather… comforting. Not that he would ever admit that aloud.
Now he was beginning to feel like Chang. He snorted softly. A couple of roosting bats stirred and stretched their wings and let go their perch to sail away in search of a snack. He watched them go somewhat wistfully. There were moments when being low on the sentience scale seemed a contented life, but only moments.
The weather was growing warmer ahead of summer. He’d left the door open to Duo’s room for the breeze; such as it was at this hour. The moon was on the wane; the dark sky filled with stars. Times like this, the Castle was almost like being at home… especially with his Banshee safe and sound inside.
He sighed. He wasn’t doing as well with his attempt at self-distraction as he had hoped. The death of the youth in Africa still replayed itself in his head at every pause in his directed thoughts. He still could not find the moment of his failure and that nagged at him. There had to be something he missed. Some word or gesture on the part of the leader; some clue of what was coming. Something that he should have noticed, should have acted upon to prevent the death.
Try as he might, he could find nothing. Q had assured him over and over that it was not his fault. Q was angry with himself, as well, for not being prepared. He well knew the ridiculous religious practices of Humans, and this sort of thing had even been in the general news of late.
They were both, he counseled the Wyvern, accustomed to dealing with rational Humans, not the sort who wallowed in ancient (and modern) superstition. He was also furious with the local office for not documenting this absurd behavior and putting a stop to it. Human cries of witchcraft invariably fell on those who had not a drop of true Magic in them, and were powerless to defend themselves. It was incumbent upon the various local offices of Magic and Wizardry to be aware of such outbreaks of nonsense and deal with it accordingly; clearly this particular office had achieved a spectacular fail.
Heads would roll, figuratively, and by the time Q got done with them a good many Wizards would be sitting in fifth year ethics classes again for refresher courses.
Heero blinked, then snorted. Damn. Even his directed thoughts weren’t cooperating. He sighed heavily. The promise of future discomfort for those responsible did nothing for the boy who died so horribly. Although… He would be lying to himself if he thought that the Africa office didn’t deserve a little fear right now.
A touch on his shoulder. He jerked upright, even as he recognized his Banshee’s scent next to him. Damn, but the creature was stealthy!
“Thinking?” Duo murmured.
“Yes. Can’t seem to put it out of my mind.”
The Banshee insinuated himself under Heero’s arm and circled his waist, leaning in against him.
“You could have woken me. I’m good at distraction.”
He shook his head. “I would rather not bring this particular thing into our bed,” he whispered. He returned the embrace, snugging his Chosen close.
“Gotcha. Um… Distraction. You could help me wind some yarn,” he offered helpfully.
Heero snickered. “And have my arms be useless all day? No thanks. How about a little flying? We haven’t done a night tour in a while.”
“I would love to fly with you,” Duo purred, stretching up to kiss his jaw line.
“You really are good at distraction, Chosen. All sorts of distractions.” He scooped Duo into his arms and stood up, morphing as he did so. “Which direction shall we go?”
“First star to the right and straight on till morning?”
“How about a circuit of the town and a hello to the lake monster?”
“That’ll work too.”
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-09 06:22 am (UTC)But at least he has his Banshee. And indeed "First star to the right and straight on till morning." The best direction ever to go. Though gotta say, saying hello to the lake monster isn't such a bad idea either...
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Date: 2011-03-09 07:01 am (UTC)how did you manage that?
(need to see if I can get it to work on my catboi!colleague...)
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Date: 2011-03-09 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-11 02:06 am (UTC)He just doesn't want Heero getting his hand smacked by the IchiBan. ^___^
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:07 am (UTC)Being a dragon, Heero has a difficult time with the concept of "just happens". It offends his sense of order or something. ^___^
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:09 am (UTC)He would indeed be a cranky thing to work with. Q has already informed him that he will not feel guilty, but that only works sometimes. ^___^
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:10 am (UTC)He'll chew on it for a while, but eventually... life goes on. ^___^
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:11 am (UTC)The lake monster is distant kin to dragons, so she's always happy to see either Heero or Wufei. Heero she will chat with, Wufei is a terrific chew toy. ^___^
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:15 am (UTC)It did involve deployment of the kitty time-out container... Usually, she just growls and leaves it at that, but since she was rather zippedy already, she was ready to fly right out the door until I incarcerated her. >.< I added some catnip and eventually she got her bliss on and went to sleep. ^___^
If you could manage to stuff the colleague into a cat carrier, a couple of bottles of sake might have the same effect. ^___^ Depending on whether you want him to be compliant or productive. ^___~
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Date: 2011-03-11 02:19 am (UTC)I've been hearing "How Bizarre" for a couple of days.... alternating with some stupid TV jingle. =P
And you see how long it takes me to get back to "up to it"... *sigh* Getting old and crazy ain't for the weak. >_>
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Date: 2011-03-14 01:20 am (UTC)Yeah, that's a drain we've all circled. O.o It sucks. =_=