So. That was the year over. Now that it was done, it felt a little anticlimactic, possibly because other people were planning moving on, or taking trips home and Kate wasn't going anywhere. No, her routine had carried on almost exactly as usual, she'd still gone for a run, still done some drills, got a large mug of coffee and was now back in her ( Read more... )

Leah woke up in a stranger’s bed yesterday. A stranger who kept a damn knife under her pillow and had books full of weird symbols on her shelves along with not much else. What in the freaky-deaky hell was with that?

The better part of her wake-up yesterday had involved taking photographic evidence to show Juno when she could. This morning she’d ( Read more... )

Kate wasn't easily scared, or even easily perturbed, and yet every time she ducked her head to do anything, there was an echoing giggle, from the darkest corner -- from within her wards, and it sent an uncomfortable tingle down the back of her neck.

The doll, when she eventually spotted it, seemed almost pathetic. Moth-eaten, headless and... that ( Read more... )

Following in the wake of all the other ‘I’m going away!’ posts. So am I! It would be for Homecoming weekend, wouldn’t it?

I’m hopping on a plane to Amsterdam later this afternoon to spend my weekend visiting friends and hopefully not getting lost like the last time I was there. These are a nerdy sort of friends (and yes, this coincides with ( Read more... )

Kate never got on with technology. It was useful, and there were days back home she prayed for a tech wave to make her life easier... But that didn't mean it agreed with her. She'd had this phone a week? Maybe two. It'd taken a chunk out of the money Greg had given her for the semester, and it turned on when it wanted to, off when it wanted to, and ( Read more... )

Supplying Tracy with extra work is practically tradition at this point.

Kate Daniels (withasword) ( The sword-wielding necromancer! )

There... was really only so much to do on this little island, wasn't there?

Sure, Kate could've taken to exploring the mainland, but the greyness and the incessant wholesome was starting to bug her. It should've been a good thing, she supposed, but it just felt so unnatural ( Read more... )

It'd been a while since Kate had heard anything from home. Given Greg was about all she had left, and since he was well aware of her problems with him, a lack of contact was almost to be expected. It wasn't like she encouraged it. It just reminded her of what she'd lost ( Read more... )

A morning dicing ugly grey... whatever the hell they were, was a good morning spent, in Kate's book. It was a shame she couldn't do that constantly, but even the most dedicated fighter needed breaks. Needed food, and needed rest ( Read more... )

It was a rare moment to be catching Kate actually in her own room. The itchy feet that constant traveling as a kid had given her usually drove her to be doing something. Preferably somewhere bigger and more open than a tiny dorm room.

Today, it was freaking cold out there, and that had driven her indoors. With a book. Kate wasn't what you'd ( Read more... )