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i has a hampster!
 Amurana · Wed Apr 20, 2011 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |
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This was from the last time I RPed, Sept 2006.
Cat was awake. She hadn't woken up. She had simply been asleep, and now she wasn't. She was thankful she had learned to keep her pigmentation black while she slept, because otherwise she might have been spotted while vulnerable. From her perch in the tree her feline eyes easily picked out the clumsy demon creature scuffling about looking for her. Fear gripped her heart. They got through...
She stayed still, waiting to see if this scout was being followed by anything bigger and more dangerous. She had been lured into that trap before, and knew better now. The wind brough no other scents, and after a few tense moments she decided it was okay. She was lucky. This one had probably wandered out on it's own, having actually found some sort of hint at where she went. They were talented, but not that bright.
She waited untill it snuffled directly under her, and then fell like an anvil upon him. Her heel landed directly in the soft crook between it's head and spine, crushing the delicate pieces inside. In a swift movement, she had severed it's head. Her tail twitched rapidly. She didn't have much time. The other demons would notice this one missing. They would eventually find him. And they would know she was there.
She dismembers and burys the rest of the demon, not wanting to risk smoke from a fire being seen. She does take care to eat it's heart, otherwise it could easily be resurected. The blood in it revives her, and the mystical energy helps her own heighten. It was definately needed.
She looks at the watch on her wrist to determine the day and time. After making it back to this place, she had realized she was sleeping far longer than normal. The longer she was away from her Master, the weaker she was becoming. It took her a while to realize that what felt like a few hour nap was many days. Because she was staying to the trees and alleys, she didn't have much to judge time by. While searching for the Baron and Teska she had come across this watch when a common street thug tried to attack her. She had killed him before she was even sure what he was, and was glad to take the watch from his body, along with the knives he was carrying. She had lost a few in the last battle, and was glad to have new ones.
I've got to find him. If those monsters have broken through, we're going to need to stick together, or we're both finished.
At about that time, she felt a tingle in the air. High levels of magic. Magic she recognized. The same magic that went into making her.
"Master!"
The whisper slipped from her lips before she could stop it. She realized her mistake, and immediately began speeding away from where she was. The large backpack was clunky and uncomfortable to move with, but she had learned to accomodate for it in their travels. They didn't have much choice. Master had been too weak to carry much in his pocket dimension, and there were things they had to have. She knew that the sound she had made would add to the already inconvienient burial site and give the demons the confirmation that they were in the right time and place to find her. Once they knew that, they would come in great numbers.
Although, maybe it's already too late.
Her thoughts were grim, knowing that if it was her master and he was using that much energy, then it had to be a battle. As she grew closer to the old carnival site she felt the darker forces there. Her heart sinks.
I was hoping we'd have some time... I wanted to find him first, I wanted time to recover, I wanted one night with him without fear... like old times. I was foolish. I won't have him to myself again until this is all over. God, let him be alright!
Breaking out of the trees into the clearing, the sight stops her cold. There just ahead was her Master. It had been weeks, perhaps months, since she'd seen him. Last she saw, he was weakened and damaged. But there he was, Baron Von Drake, fighting to close a portal and destroy a monster with some of his former glory. He was defiately stronger than she last saw, and he even seemed to be enjoying the battle. Her heart fluttered. A part of her inside stirred to life watching him in action. His confident movements made her knees wobbly.
Reality wouldn't let her enjoy it for long. He still wasn't fully back to normal, and it showed. She needed to help. The bag on her suddenly began pulsing. Something within it had responded to being so close to the Baron. She swings the bag around and reaches in, pulling out the vial she had previously found in the campsite. It was glowing. Vibrating. Practically begging to join the fight.
She takes a moment to make sure the knives are in their proper harneses, that the whip is on her hip, and the vial is in her hand, before dropping the backpack and running foward to enter the battle.
Since stealth was no longer feasable, and partly because she wanted to look her best for their hectic reunion, she allows her coloring to humanize. She even allows her hair to fall back into her natural color, a golden blonde she normally forsakes for a more stylish black or purple. She knew that in her skimpy black clothing, knive harnesses, big black boots, collar, and fingerless gloves that she probably resembled a fantasy centerfold more than a fierce fighter. Good thing looks are decieving.
((Baron posted here))
Her body burned under his touch. Watching him duel again sent shivers of excitment through her, that had been turned to electricity with his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. Being connected to him was recharching her energy, she could feel it. She felt some of the old spunk inside her, and all of it yearning for him.
With her tail she coerces the blade from his hand, freeing it to pay attention to her flesh. As the blade falls, it vanishes back into the shadows it came from.
Too many nights sleeping alone, or not sleeping at all, terrified at what might have happened to him. To her. Now that she was finally with him again, there was nothing that would pry her away. His hair brushes her face as they kiss, making her tingle from memories. She knew they should leave this place and hide together. Now that they had been found, they had to take every precaution. But it had just been too long.
She had to have him.
Amurana · Wed Dec 22, 2010 @ 02:05am · 0 Comments |
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The wedding was Nov 5th. It ended up going well. Things I learned:
I did not have one specific person as "The Photographer". I made the mistake of thinking that because there were so many people with cameras there I wouldn't need to have a professional/ designate a main person. Now I have lots of pictures that are great, but none in which everyone is looking in on direction!! I tried, on the day, to organize everyone but it was So Chaotic that it was impossible. People don't listen. They all want to capture the moment, so everyone's taking pictures at once, and if no one person is picked out ahead of time everyone is looking everywhere and it's a disaster. Even if you don't have a professional: Make sure the wedding party knows where to look!
I ran out of time to put together music for the reception. The result was I didn't have a special father/daughter dance, and a lot of the music that got played was Not what I wanted. If you are crunched for time, don't be afraid to designate others to help. I tried to do way too much on my own, and I could have had a friend work on a cd for me while I was doing everything else. You can always double check the songs on the list after they've compiled it. Tell them the songs you know for sure you want, and let them put it all together. Eep!
Make sure you know all the cake dimensions. Make Sure. I ended up with two layers of HUGE cake, which wasn't that bad, only it was a tiny reception. Also, over half ended up thrown away. The woman making the cake's husbad ended up in the hospital the week before the wedding. She went ahead and made the cake anyway, but because she was so distracted she mixed up the ingrediants a little and the two layers ended up tasting... strange. One layer was too dry and the other too something else, making me think she put two of something in one instead of one in each. Oh well, at least they were pretty. ^_^ Not so much a regret, just a warning. We had no idea the cake was that thick, or we wouldn't have ordered so big.
It Is YOUR wedding. Don't be a bridezilla, but also don't feel the need to listen to everything everyone else wants. I come from a happy home, but my husband has divorced parents who do Not get along. I had troubles constantly calming down one side or the other who felt like they were being left out of the process (when my parents were in another country... seesh), everyone trying to 'help' and everyone getting upset when as a result THREE SETS of champaign flutes were ordered, people having their own ideas of tradition that differ from my own (omg American Wedding does NOT = English Wedding), meddling, and comments about how we really should push back the date because there wasn't enough time. Okay, yes it was rushed, but when doing a cross-country wedding you don't have a choice. The government Throws You Out! They couldn't comprehend that. I wish I'd have been more firm about telling them to calm down and let me plan what I need to do, and they can just sit and wait until I assign them something. I also was afraid to talk to the vicar (priest) about the actual ceremony. It was different than my American family/friends and I were raised to expect, and I wish I could have fixed it so it was more of a middle ground between cultures. Like I said, you don't have to be mean to people, but keep in mind this is your dream. Not theirs. Just because it's always been done a certain way doesn't mean you have to. You eventually learn to ignore grandma-in-law going on about the stepfather in the pictures, and the fact that you chose a different church than the one your husband was Christened in.
Mentioned in the music and the section above, but I want to say it again. Let people help. Find out who will be able to go to the reception hall before the wedding and set up. Give them an idea of how you want it arranged. Because of the divorce issue, we had lots of little tables on either side of the room with a dance area in the middle so people could mingle or separate as you please. Trust your friends/family! They know how to put on tablecloths. They may even surprise you. My mom brought a bunch of heart confetti that she used to jazz up the tables. You don't have to trust them to make final decisions on big things like their own bridesmaid gowns (see next section.) but you can let them get together a list of churches/halls that have your date available for you to look through and narrow down.
Bridesmaids. Be sensitive to their budgets. If you're determined enough about what you want, you may have to shell out yourself to get it. Please keep in mind not everyone has the same figure, and what may look good on one person could be disaster for another. Coordinating by color and lengths is still enough to look amazing in the photos, and will make sure they don't hate you. I used David's Bridal for all the dresses and they were PERFECT. From the time you walk in the door they take care of you. They have catalouges to take home (and handy websites) so you can so the hard work in comfort, then go back to try on the ones you like. You get a specific person to work with so you dn't have to reexplain yourself over and over. Prices are reasonable!!! There are so many benifits to DB's I'm just going to stop there. If you can get to one, give it a try. Also, I know they're your best friends, but it is Your Wedding. Don't be afraid to make them wear something they don't like, as long as it actually looks good on them, and it's what you really want. They will not be happy owning something they'll never wear again, but that's what ebay is for. You may have one bridesmaid who believes she's a size 10. Normally, she could be. But bridal dresses tend to run small, and in the size 10 dress she looks like a sausage. Ignore her vanity and be sure she gets the size 12 she needs. (DB takes YOUR word as the final order, not theirs!) Sometimes they may find a bridesmaid dress they love. Hell, it can be cool as anything to you, too. But for one reason or another, it just doesn't work with the theme or look good with your dress. They may outright argue with you that they'd much rather wear the fluffy long thing than the short cocktail dress, and it will be a very difficult situation. Just remind them it's your wedding. They can wear the floofy thing at their own. In the end, if they give you enough trouble, you can always just kick them out! I did! No really, I went from three to only my maid of honor. It worked perfectly. They were relieved that they didn't have to wear "girly" things and I was relieved I didn't have to deal with it anymore. It's not the end of the world and it saves a lot of stress. Just talk it over with your Husband-to-be, first. Maid of Honor only worked because I was able to have him agree to just one Best Man standing with him. If he had 3 or 4, I may have had to continue bargaining.
Tip: My maid of honor picked up a book... called something along the lines of How to be A Bridesmaid and still look Fab or something. I'll try and find out. Anyway, whatever it said was amazing. My maid of honor was amazing. I would have been SO lost without her! She carried around a notebook and pen to keep track of appointments and to-do lists. She kept me calm. Future MoHs... be ready. It's a big job! It will, however, make your Bride completely love you forever if you do it right.
Bridesmaids and Best Men. They hook up. That's what they do. It's when they're paying more attention to each other than helping out with the wedding that it gets infuriating. Let them know you don't care who they shag, but it's your big day and if they screw it up you'll never forgive them. They can be as obsessed as they want as soon as you leave for the wedding night. Up until then, smootchie time had better not interfere with other plans.
No matter what proper relatives may say, no one actually expects Thankyou cards within a couple of weeks of the wedding. Enjoy your honeymoon time, even if you haven't technically had a honeymoon yet. We're waiting till April for ours, and he had to go back to work within a few days of the wedding. We were still sappy and attached to each other. We're just now calming down a bit! It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. The stress of the wedding has passed and the last thing you want is to be responsible for a while. The cards can wait. They'll either understand, or get over it.
If your wedding is in a cold month, keep that in mind when planning what people are going to wear. I had to have a corsetted strappless top, so in order to not freeze to death durring/after the reception I ended up getting a gorgeous faux fur shoulder wrap. It looked better than I expected and kept me warm. It was my mother's last minute idea, and it was perfect.
Reception food: Take into account the time of day, and perhaps even warn guests ahead of time as to how much you'll be feeding them. If you're doing light finger foods, they'll want to have eaten before the wedding. Starving guests are cranky guests! Keep in mind that lots of people have different eating habits. Some people are vegitarians, some vegans, some allergic to shellfish, some diabetic, so on and so forth. Be kind enough to know who's coming, or at least to have a selection Just In Case. They'll appreciate it, and you won't feel like a jerk when you see people huddled in the corner looking hungrily at the people who can eat. I was clever enough to think of this ahead of time.
Catering: My caterer actually had another engagement when my wedding was, so I selected food that could be prepared and dropped off early. Family members set it up for me. In this way I could still have what I wanted and not have to resume the search for a different caterer who was free. As a side effect, I could only have a certain number of people. They needed time to prepare for their other party. Be prepared to negotiate!
Reception guests: You will only have limited funds. Limited space. And if you end up in food situations like mine, a limited guest list. This is not the end of the world. Only invite who you really want there. People you really care about, people you actually keep in touch with, people you know won't get smashed and ruin the party. Don't think that because certain family never come down for anything and are far away that you can invite them to look good without having to worry they'll show up. They Will. In my situation, the day was nerve-wrecking enough without having to meet herds of family for the first time and trying to make a whole lot of good impressions. We kept it small. Unfortunately at my reception we ended up with various people on one side of his family and not the other due to a forcefull grandmother. Not intentional. Not entirely appreciated. I didn't mind they were there, but I would have liked equal representation from both sides. Very akward for the other side of the family. To appease anyone that may not be able to go, you can always have a Second Party. Lots of our friends couldn't make it, and there's lots of family yet to meet. In the spring, when temps are better and people can plan ahead for time off, we're going to have a party in which I do the meeting and greeting in a setting that I'm much more sane in. The friends and family who couldn't go were VERY acceptable to this idea!! It may not be traditional, but it's logical, and actually works out much better for just about everyone involved. (I will be having the friend and the family party on different occasions, too. Heh.)
Okay, that's a novel. I'll stop here for now, and as I think of more I'll come add it. I hope that helps out someone!!
Amurana · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 05:01pm · 0 Comments |
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