Of Lavender Athelasri the Healer

Of all the forms she as ever worn, the Soldier was most familiar to Lavender Athelasri. But what did soldiery matter here? Her current form was of a Healer, and so to Healing did her skill turn. It didn't prevent her from learning other forms of Magic, though she stayed away from overt attack spells on principle. So long as the attack spells she knew did no obvious damage, others would turn a blind eye. After all, just because civilized people avoided attacking Healers, it didn't mean the Barbarians would do the same.

"Evoking Snow in the height of summer, Healer Athelasri?" Knight Tazo asked, his green eyes sparkling with amusement, "And in the lower branches of Ydrassil also."

"Shut up," she snapped irritably, "Axons cannot abide cold and it's practically an oven on this level."

"But snow, Healer?"

"What were you expecting? A Monster Summons?" Lavender demanded, "I am a Healer, not a Mage!"

"You've certainly studied enough Magic to change your status," the Knight teased, "And look, is that a stiletto sewn into the undersides of your skirts? You could certainly pass for a Mage if you chose."

"I am a Healer, Knight Eriaden Tazo, and you had best stop distracting me and kill those damned Axons or Rogue Clementium of Lazarus will bleed out if the Axons don't kill us first!"

"All right, all right," the Knight chuckled, drawing his broadsword from its sheath on his back. "Salve my wounds with a kiss when I return, Healer?"

"You'll get a kiss from my dagger, alright," Lavender groused, "And avoid another head wound! You've had three this past week already!"

She ignored the screaming of the Axons as the Knight's blade cleaved through their ranks. Lavender was far too busy working to heal the Rogue's injuries to worry about nostalgia. She had been a Knight before she had become a Healer, and she missed the heady atmosphere of all out battle. But since she had died three Stellar Cycles ago and Respawned as a Healer, she had a new battlefield to think about.

And frankly, wresting Heros, Knights, Rogues, and Mages from grasp of the Dead Reapers was much more satisfying than the old swing and bash routine. She also saw much more in the way of chiseled physiques as a Healer than a Warrior Maiden anyway.

~*~

End

Good Morning

Good morning to my friends and online followers. Last night I took two paracetamol and went to bed with a migraine. After a good night's sleep, my migraine is gone. There is a slight warning twinge in the right temple that says that there is still the possibility of it coming back, but the lack of sound and light sensitivity as well as previous experience tells me that as long as the warnging twinge doesn't migrate to my left temple, there is a 40% chance of a second migraine on the heels of the last. If I snack properly and hydrate regularly over the course of the day, I have a 73% chance of preventing the migraine altogether. And Yes, I do keep track of my migraines. You never know when such a record might be important. Now, I did promise to write a note about yesterday, yes? Ok. We'll have to backtrack a bit, so bear with me.

Here is a Record Concerning the Events Leading Up to the Events of Friday, June 22, 2012...

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

For almost two weeks beforehand, we had been trying to plan a get together. Certainly it wouldn't be another drinking party, but more of a way to catch up and spend time together. Sanna, Sanchi, Pansy, Kendrick and I hardly see each other now that we've been out of High School for six and four years respectively. Well, Kendrick and I see each other regularly, but the rest of us, less so. The original plan had been to go to Convent Gardens-No, wait, that's in London! Never mind, wrong conversation.

As I said, the original plan had been to go to Victoria Gardens or Ontario Mills, both major shopping centers in Rancho, but as it turns out, over time and repeated conversations, we altered our plans to make a two day trip. Friday would be spent in the Huntington Library, or to be precise, the Huntington Library's Gardens. And what a lovely series of Gardens they are also. What we would do after we got bored with the Huntington Library, we never got around to discussing, but certainly we would be having lunch in the Pasadena area, since obviously, that is the area that the Library is in. Maybe we would have ended up wandering around Old Town Pasadena like we usually do whenever we find ourselves in the area. Maybe we would have gone to Santa Anita and seen a movie and gone window shopping.

But that's all speculation. Mostly because we didn't do any of that, and so we'll never know if my admittedly limited imagination of how the day would have ended would have turned out that way in reality. But I'll move on to the tentative plans we made for the possibility of a two day outing before I go any further.

The tentative plans for Saturday, for today, would have involved a trip to the beach. More precisely, the Santa Monica Pier. If Kendrick is to be believed we'd likely have ended up on the Third Street Promenade. After that, who knows? I don't think we ever really planned things out properly. But then again, it's called tentative plans for a reason. If prior experience is to be believed, we would have come up with something once we felt the Beach had gotten boring. But once again, speculation.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

I recieved a call from Sanchi, who informed me that Sanna was ill. She asked if I would mind terribly if there was a change of plans and if we would like to go over to their house instead. We would play board games, watch a movie, and maybe spend a little bit of time outside. I agreed. Then called Kendrick, who should have contacted me immediately after his conversation with the twins. Kendrick threw out the possibility of bringing Joyce along, an idea I vetoed on grounds that it was too much of a last minute thing, and surely Joyce must have other plans if not work. We discussed logistics in the terms of who is picking up who, and although it was obvious, it was still a good idea to confirm. 

Kendrick mentioned that he'd asked Pansy when the Twins' Birthday was, and seemed depressed to find that their Birthdays had been two days previous. Not something to worry about as we would have seen them the next day and any gifts could have been presented then. Any plans I might have had to send my own gift by mail had been derailed on grounds that the paint on the gift was still wet.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Woke up, checked the status of the gift painting, was horrified to learn the paint was still wet. Situation Very Not Good. Never mind that thoguht. I proceeded to select bits out of my DVD collection that I thought the Twins and Pansy might enjoy. Considering the nature of Kendrick's plan for his contribution to the movie pool, I selected mostly historical fictions, a musical, a chick flick, the Sally lockhart Mysteries, and a biography of the life and reign of Queen Elizabeth I. That done, I went to perform my morning ablutions, once that was done, I changed my tatty leather tote which I carried to and from school for a smaller, more compact, newer, LV bag more suitable for a day indoors with friends.

Kendrick arrived to pick me up, and one glance confirmed that his brother Josh was present, and we went to Pansy's house to pick her up, then proceeded to the Twins' Residence. Kendrick proceeded to get us lost. We finally arrived at Sanna and Sanchi's Home near mid-morning, where they were most diligently preparing for lunch. Their Brother, Sanfe, was present with his friends, and they were busy playing board games. Kendrick and his brother played video games in the living room while Pansy and I alternated between hovering, distracting, and helping Sanna and Sanchi make Shepherd's Pie.

After Lunch, we split up, the Girls-and I use the term lightly since Josh and Kendrick were with us-into the living room, Sanfe and his pals stayed in the dining area to play more board games. In the living room, we dithered between watching a movie and playing a game, and we decided on playing a game.

Well, more like Sanna decided on playing a game. Sanchi was cleaning up, Josh was at loose ends, Pansy was on her phone, and I was reading a chapter on my Kindle, and Kendrick was bouncing between the living room and the dining room. While Josh, Pansy, Sanna, Sanchi and I sat down to play a board game, Kendrick proceeded to sleep. When things started getting good, Kendrick vanished into the dining room to commandeer a laptop.

Around three, we all unanimously agreed to pack up the board game, and watch a movie. We watched a movie about the early years of Queen Elizabeth's reign, and only then did Kendrick choose to come out and socialize. Sanfe and his group vanished upstairs and reappeared periodically to watch from the landing whenever things got good. Or if there were sex scenes. The movie ended at six, and I loaned the two disks of Elizabeth and the Sally Lockhart to the twins and we all parted ways.

During the drive home, I realized that my light sensitivity had got worse, and I put on my sunglasses. But because the visor in Kendrick's passenger seat had boken off, I still ended up with a good deal of sun irritating my eyes, made worse by the fact that we were driving West, and the setting sun was in our faces. This caused the warning signs that had been present since I'd woken up in the morning to explode into a full blown migraine by the time I got home.

Once I got home, however, I still had to go over to Grandmother's house for dinner, and my grandparents insist on closing all the windows and doors and not turning on the AC, which meant the house was cooking. It was worse in the kitchen, which was like a bloody oven. This heat led to my migraine going from a 4, annoying but bearable, to a 6, dizzy, pounding, light sensitive, sound sensitive, bearable as long as I don't move and the light is dim and no one decides to talk in their outdoor voice. I was only grateful that it wasn't a 7 where I'd start to loose my appetite, or an 8, in which I'd be nauseous, or a 9, where I'm rendered completely useless. I've never experienced a 10, and I'm grateful, because it would probably mean I would die from the pain alone.

Ultimately, after braving my headache for as long as was polite, I turned in for a-relatively on my part-early night. Which leads up to my surprisingly long note today.

Needlework, Once More!

Done with black linen floss. Yay for my new PJs.

Sherlock Mini-fic: Burning Brightly

"I. Said. Drop it!"

John Watson will never forget the sharp edges in those words as they were thrown, lightening quick, at Sherlock Holmes. Never forget how each word was punctuated by a whistle of the ridding crop slashing through the air and the sharp, succulent sound of fiberglass and leather meeting flesh.

Let no one notice the lust that burned swift and sharp through him as he stood outside the door, out of sight, out of mind, hearing every sound as Irene Adler fought Sherlock Holmes for her property, and picturing in his mind's eye what his flatmate must look like. Were red welts appearing, bright and beautiful on alabaster skin? Were the pupils of those pale, icy eyes blown wide with pain and hunger?

Inside the room, Sherlock groaned, and John swallowed back his answering moan. God, what he wouldn't give to be there, to be the one drawing those sounds from his friend.

"Thank you."

He could hear shuffling as Irene scooped up the dropped phone and moved away. John clamped down iron control learned in the military and checked himself quickly. Good, no sign of his previous hunger. He strode into the room, his eyes only briefly taking in the form of his friend, sprawled out over the floor, before moving toward The Woman, seated on the windowsill in the washroom.

She smiled at him, dark and knowing.

——

End

It just had to be today.....

The one day I decide to do book work instead of doing all of my research online is the one day the library has none of the materials I need!!!!

Eclipse

Ok, remember the eclipse on Sunday? Here's my picture of the event. And Yes. I only took the one.

Asexuality@UChicago: (A)sexuality and Kink

I really have to share this particular Link. It's important!!!!

Asexuality@UChicago: (A)sexuality and Kink: I identify as asexual—that is, I do not experience sexual attraction (though I do experience other forms of attraction, such as romantic att...

Humanity. You. Repel. Me.

Watching Shows on Public computer? Sure. Everyone does that at some point. Pausing the show to take pictures of cleavage with your camera phone... Um... WHAT?! Have you no shame?! This is a library!!!!! I would never have noticed except that I walked in to the lab in time to see it happen. --facepalm-- The things people do with technology never fail to stun me. If this is an example of humanity's future, I think I will go hang myself. I despair so heartily at this, that I absolutely must find a river and drown myself in it. I MUST find a cyanide or arsenic pill and chew it. At this point, Humanity Repels Me.

PAIN

my leg hurts. My right leg hurts! The thigh, the knee, the calf, the shin, the ankle, the toes. The entire damn leg hurts like the dickens. I can't stand for five minutes without my leg giving out from under me, and walking, don't get me started on the walking. Getting from my room to the living room and back is a chore. Have I mentioned the limp? Yes, it hurts so much I'm limping. Yes, I'm whining, but considering the pain I'm in, I think I'm entitled, yes? Yes. This is me. In pain. Feel the Melodrama!

Rain, rain, come again for another day

It's raining. I love the rain. I love smell of rain and the feel of it on my skin. I love the sound of the rain falling through the leaves and the way light reflects and refracts on every drop. I love how the rain gives me a legitimate reason to stay indoors and become a hermit.

It's raining. I hate the rain. I hate how the cold makes my neck muscles tighten and knot up. I hate how it makes my arm heavy, my wrist hurt, my ankles twinge, and my back ache. I hate how it makes my knees pop when I turn, and I hate how the rain makes me sleepy and lazy. I hate how the rain traps me indoors with people I don't like, doing things I'd rather not be doing, and keeping me from going out to see my friends.

It's raining. I love and hate the rain in equal measures, and this is one of those times when I would really like for it to rain through the night and all through the rest of tomorrow, because if it does, I have a legitimate reason not to go to Rose Hills. I loved my Great-grandmother, I really did. I did not stop loving her just because she died, but I don't exactly believe that her spirit is watching over us from the afterlife. Death is death. Everything ends and everything dies, and THE END. I went and lit incense for her and burned paper for her at her funeral because it was her funeral and who am I to argue with tradition? Afterward, I did all that because it's what my family does but as far as I'm concerned, it's all a bunch of mumble-jumbo. What do the dead care about the living? They're dead! I see no benefit psychologically or emotionally to laying offerings and burning incense to what is literally a patch of decorated stone laid on top of grave dirt under which is rotten wood, the remnants of clothing fibers, and calcium structure.

Call me disrespectful. Call me unfilial. I really don't care. I do not see why I should waste time, effort, and money, traveling to Rose Hills just to pay obeisance to a patch of grave dirt. What is it going to do if I don't go? Form a dirt monster and eat me? Please.

With This Ring...

Ok, intellectually, I've known that my friends have been getting married left and right since the lot of us graduated from High School. I myself was engaged since I started High School, and he and I had been slated to be married in April this year, not that's happening since Allan and I broke it off last year. Arranged marriages, Hah!

But what happened was that my ex-fiancee FINALLY, after four years, bought and sent to me the RING. That's right, the Ring that should have been on my finger since sophomore year in college, was finally bought, and he sent it to me. I too a picture of it, and stuck it in an album. Then, just for the hell of it, I started going through said album. I made after High School and I periodically snatched pictures off social medias like Facebook, where and whenever my friends posted a photo. That's when I realized, "Holy Stars, my friends have been getting hitched left and right!"

And I just felt so lonely. They are my friends, and I'm happy for them. It's just that I haven't been in a really serious relationship since Allan and I got engaged, and even after we broke it off, I wasn't inclined to date. No matter what Kenny and YuYing say about my relationship with Kendrick. It's all entirely platonic! But with so many friends getting married left and right, I am entirely justified in saying I feel lonely, right?


So, just to make myself feel better-or worse, depending on your opinion-I made this:

I call it: With This Ring....

Ohmnomnomnom

Rice flour cakes sautéed with veggies, jalapeno, and pork.

Ohmnomnomnomnomnom

Needlework ahoy!

right... So I Decided it might be an interesting idea to take up needlework again, but it's been so long, so I decided to start with something simple. No chain stitches, no running stitch, no satin stitch. The most complicated stitch I used here was the feather stitch for the leaves. So... What do you think?

FYI: if anyone is interested, here's a challenge: I had to free hand one of the roses since the pattern didn't apply properly. Can anyone tell me which of the three was done without following a pattern?

Day Point

It's the last day of finals, so I finally got started on my resolution to improve my needlework. It takes time.

So I dug out the embroidery hoop and got started on a few basic stitches. Didn't come out quite as I had hoped. Kept practicing for a few hours, but then I got bored and tired, so I dug out some cloth scraps and started working on a Temari Ball. In terms of needle work, a Temari Ball is complicated in how detail intensive it is. Tightly winding strips of cloth, then yarn, then thread, and then the needlework begins. I have a ball about the size of my fist now, but I need white yarn, and I just don't have any, so it's back to the embroidery.

UG... What a day...

So, second day of finals. What. A. Drag.

So have you ever had one of those days where you are so tired and disoriented, and you're surfing the net and clicking, and then click something you didn't mean to? Like say, a follow button? Because, Oopsies! I did exactly that, and the site in question does not have a "Unfollow" Button, which, logically, all sites have! --facepalm--

Well, actually, the help center said that every page on the site in question has a "Unfollow" Button, but thus far, I've only seen three. And the Page I accidentally followed? Yeah.... Not one of the three.

Set Date and Time

So my friends and I have been planning to get together and have dinner and drinks for a while. I just found out that the number of guests will be at least six, edging toward eight, which makes me just a little but worried, so I'm going to make an addition to the menu. I'd already planned on Potato Soup with Shrimp, Sicilian Style Cauliflower with Whole Wheat Pasta, Mashed Potatoes au Gratin with Onions and Cheese, and a Pineapple Citrus Salad with Coconut. I'm trying to decide if I should make a Meatloaf or cheat with Bread Sticks.

All of this will be taking place on March 28, at K.Lim's House on Crest Vista Drive, and Prep Time starts at 9-10AM. Or at Least Shopping Time starts then. Afterward, we're quite likely to start cooking. If things go as planned, we'll finish by 1-2PM, and we'll be able to have a late lunch.

The Guest List is as follows: Joyce, Kendrick, Kenny, Michelle, Pansy, Priscilla, Sanchi, and Sanna.

We wil not have dancing, but we will have dinner and drinks.

A Sincere Lack of Common Sense

Common Sense dictates that if you are aware that you are being followed, you don't stop the car, you don't get out of the car, you don't drop off your passengers, and most importantly, you don't go home or to the home of your family members.

Which is exactly what my Uncle Robert did NOT do.

He knew he was being followed, all the way from his home in Montebello, and did he turn into the parking lot at City Hall, which was right ACROSS THE STREET? No. He stops the car in front of Grandmom's house, and let the kids come in. And what happened? The guy who followed him, sat in HIS car, in front of Grandmom's house, for half an hour. Pretending to talk on the phone. Adjusting mirrors to watch the house. His face alternately turned toward the Gym across the street or covered by his hand when he turned to look directly at the house.

No, we don't have the license plate number, because 1)  No one who has been raised by my Grandparents are stupid enough to go outside when something like this happens, and 2) Uncle Robert came back. Parked the car, and came inside. WHILE THE STALKER WAS STILL THERE.

Facepalm.

I know Grandmom and Grandfather will NOT be sleeping well tonight if at all after this latest in a very long string of shows of stupidity by my erstwhile Uncle Robert. All I can say is "Thank the Stars that Uncle Robert is only my Uncle by marriage, because if I had his blood, I'd have slit my wrists in frustration a long time ago.

Something that happened today

Puppy the perv walking through the house in only his underwear while I'm in the computer room. FYI, Pervy-Pup, I can still see you from the corner of my eyes and I wasn't even looking. FYI2: Picking up your slippers for you is tantamount to an invitation you know. XD

TF/DW Crossover Commentary

Ah, yes, the post for the day that is posted on the day after. XD Made no sense to me. XDXD

Uncle Quoc just got back from his trip to Thailand. Ironically, I was ready to sit in Grandmom's house until she and grandfather got back, but I got a reprieve because Uncle Quoc came home. XD Talk about incredible timing.

Now, onward... I was watching Transformers Dark of Moon and a thought hit me: What would the Doctor think of Drillbot?

"Oh, you're gorgeous! Absolutely beautiful! I have to say, it would be criminal, absolutely criminal to dismantle you!"

And I can actually hear the Tenth Doctor say it too. Actually, he did say something similar to the above in Season 2: The Girl in the Fireplace.

Of course, in my head, the Doctor is just fanboying and gushing over Drillbot and all the while, he'll be bearing down on the Doctor, and someone, either Epps or Sam, most likely Epps, grabs him and says, "Fanboy over the Decepticon later! Just run!" And so the Doctor runs for his life. XD

God, I'm obsessed. It's that stupid TF/DW bunny, I swear. I've already elaborated on it once, and stuff keeps popping up to add to it!

Floaty, Floaty

So yesterday Mom dropped a ring down the sink. So Grandfather called someone to help us pull it out, and the ring wasn't there. Turns out, she lost the ring in question MONTHS ago. --rolls eyes-- So today Grandfather called the guy back because the pipe was leaking. Just my luck that I am still home. Why? Because I have to watch the house to make sure nothing untoward happens.

This is torture be cause the guy apparently is a smoker and the smoke smell is so strong I can smell it from  down the hall, and to make things worse, I'm right next to a window.