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Not much has happened between now and then. Seems to be the case usually. Events occur in spurts, starts and stops. Silence, lulls. What is that human phrase? 'Eye of the storm.'


Been a little drunk the last few days. Bumming off strangers' pity (or amusement in some cases). Have not really been effectively sober since I ran away left, if I want to be honest.

The one I stuck my scorpid down her shirt, turns out she is pretty decent after all. She has an irritating habit of getting under my skin, but I guess when you share similar professions and are essentially death for hire, you are bound to be able to find all the needles to prick at other people.


But fuck me, free booze is free booze, and free company that I do not have to pay for, and do not have to feel stupid for needing, definitely is worth her remarks and her nosiness.

She is good at that part, too. Or I am just a fool looking for an ear when I should keep my troublesome mouth shut (figuratively speaking, at least, given my handicap). Told her too much about me, worried it will bite me in the ass later She burned every scrap of paper I wrote on. Whether I am a fool or not, I trust her. At least enough for now. Not enough to tell her everything. Do not trust anyone that much. Not even Astarin. Wonder if he knows yet Hope he remains stupid and oblivious in that naive way of his, forever. Do not want him to know anything.

E seems to have labeled herself my friend at any rate. Sure I am gonna fuck that up; I am good at that, after all.
Had the bright idea to make myself feel better by getting stupid drunk and pranking a human that had pissed me off.

He had been hanging around with one of the humans I consider 'mine'--those that seem to enjoy my company, and talk to me without condescension. He was really rude to me, staring while he talked to her, eyeing me like I was some piece of trash like he wanted me gone. Convinced Cadence to tell me to shove off eventually--not in so many words, she was 'nice' about it, but still. It hurt. Like I could not follow anyway if I wanted! Whatever.

So I enlisted E to help me. We skulked all around the city looking for his uptight, miserable little ass. Finally found him in one of those tucked away corners of the Magus Mage district.


E was a breath of fresh air to work with. Flawless in distracting him and the dwarf companion for me and in her movements. I have great respect for her abilities now. I wonder how long she has worked the shadows.

A few careful twitches of my wrist with one of the throwing daggers I keep stashed on my person, and plop! his pants fell down around his ankles after the belt pieces crumpled and tumbled free.


Best thing ever, the sight of his cherry-red face and the sputtering and his impotent rage at me.


Should have stopped there. Could not stop. Laughing too hard. He stomped over, kicked me in the face. MY FACE! Fuck. How dare he, it is one of the few features that I actually like about myself. I could stand to look more masculine, but my fucking nose? Elune's tits, that was a low blow!

I managed to get in a good punch myself at least, but I just was not feeling into a decent brawl too old, I am getting too old and he got me good in the gut while I hesitated.

Panicked when I felt his fist connect with my belly I went down without much hitch after, blood still gushing from my broken nose and my stomach roiling in mutiny. I refuse to worry about the internal damage he might have caused to me or it I refuse to think about I hope there was not anything Cadence missed in her poor attempts to heal us after the dust settled.

E got in some good swings too with her staff, but I feel she went a little too far with stabbing him, in the back, of all things.
Definitely getting too old, if I feel like I should have some sense of honor in a fight, even if I started it and I was pranking him.

Mother Moon. I feel wretched. Need a hug Need a drink.

Dwarf Vero was rather nice to me after, all things considered. Guess fighting losing impresses dwarf chicks.