Ninjas, amnesia, coat racks
Ninjas tried to kill Wong and Daniel. We stuffed one with gunpowder and gave him back. Then the Mage in Doleaflauge attacked Wong. Well, the effects went off. I was able to help break the pattern, but I’m not sure how to stop this guy. Wong has a lot of shit going on with the Eastern vamp that wants the dagger. He’s taking the slaughter of his family fairly well, considering.
Daniel … It’s easier to believe that he’s dead and his “good” twin moved in to take his place. I don’t know how accurate that is going to be. It’s still Daniel, just reset without the angst. That made up a lot of the boy I knew, though. So maybe it isn’t him.
He’s got the adorable bit down, though. I hadn’t been attracted to Daniel in a very long time, nearly to the point I thought I had imagined ever crushing on him. Then, there he is. All cleaned up and naïve, waiting for me to take the lead. It’s such a relief to feel safe with him again. I don’t have to worry that anything I say will make him turn around and insult me or my beliefs, make fun of my life, or give me grief over the fact that when I’m introspective it is all about me.
I guess I didn’t know how much I had grown to hate him. That’s one big dump-truck of guilt, too. So I’m going to make more of an effort to be available for him and Wong. With Anarax doing his club vamp thing and Rusty still working on the giant robo, (and who knows where Igon is?) the two of them are my only cabal left. I’ve been so remiss about that affiliation. I can be there for the Garou, the Fae, and the Ecstatics, but not my own cabal. I wonder why that is?
I miss the old crew from the Peaks. Those were some heroes. Not too bright, but heroic nonetheless. I hope Jake is doing well with them now.
Oh, and the hitman brought me my coat rack. Bronzed. After laughing my ass off, I eventually convinced Simon to take it off my hands. Even with Frank's new standing in the Garou nation, it is unwise for me to display that trophy.
I miss my husband. Typing that was bittersweet.
Daniel … It’s easier to believe that he’s dead and his “good” twin moved in to take his place. I don’t know how accurate that is going to be. It’s still Daniel, just reset without the angst. That made up a lot of the boy I knew, though. So maybe it isn’t him.
He’s got the adorable bit down, though. I hadn’t been attracted to Daniel in a very long time, nearly to the point I thought I had imagined ever crushing on him. Then, there he is. All cleaned up and naïve, waiting for me to take the lead. It’s such a relief to feel safe with him again. I don’t have to worry that anything I say will make him turn around and insult me or my beliefs, make fun of my life, or give me grief over the fact that when I’m introspective it is all about me.
I guess I didn’t know how much I had grown to hate him. That’s one big dump-truck of guilt, too. So I’m going to make more of an effort to be available for him and Wong. With Anarax doing his club vamp thing and Rusty still working on the giant robo, (and who knows where Igon is?) the two of them are my only cabal left. I’ve been so remiss about that affiliation. I can be there for the Garou, the Fae, and the Ecstatics, but not my own cabal. I wonder why that is?
I miss the old crew from the Peaks. Those were some heroes. Not too bright, but heroic nonetheless. I hope Jake is doing well with them now.
Oh, and the hitman brought me my coat rack. Bronzed. After laughing my ass off, I eventually convinced Simon to take it off my hands. Even with Frank's new standing in the Garou nation, it is unwise for me to display that trophy.
I miss my husband. Typing that was bittersweet.