tag:dreamwidth.org,2014-01-15:2147286Val's IC JournalValVal2014-04-11T18:17:10Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2014-01-15:2147286:38854Crash! Boom! Bang! Fire Good!2014-04-10T23:15:10Z2014-04-11T18:17:10Zindescribablepublic0<span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/38854.html#cutid1">Prepping for a Family visit on Tuesday</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div> <br /><br /><strong>Oh jesus. Fuck. Could have sworn I just saw someone watching me, reflected in the Switchback’s siding. </strong><br /><br />Of course, when I looked behind me, no-one was there. I'd noticed the reflection, after looking up from packing away some things in the saddle bags, because I could have sworn I’d heard someone call me by my raven-name. Fuck. Maybe getting a super shiny silver bike wasn't the best idea after all, eh? God. Guy, girl? Couldn't tell, but they were creepy looking. Geeze.<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/38854.html#cutid2">collecting the dart from Quin</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___3" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/38854.html#cutid3">My poor Motorcycle. :(</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___3" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___4" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/38854.html#cutid4">Back home, out again, and filling mom in on the latest news.</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___4" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />We burnt the notes with Helios’ fire. Mom cleansed the site and me, just to be on the safe side. We went back home. I showered again. Felt dirty. Eventually. We settled down to dinner. Dad always was a great cook. <br /><br /><strong>Fuck. Why the hell does Beth keep looking at me like that?</strong><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=val_corax&ditemid=38854" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2014-01-15:2147286:37582Talking with Ky, Slug, and leaving notes.2014-04-07T13:01:28Z2014-04-07T13:01:28Zpensivepublic0<span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/37582.html#cutid1">Talking with Ky and Slug</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___2" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">( </b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://val-corax.dreamwidth.org/37582.html#cutid2">Talking to Slug about Silvertip</a></b><b class="cut-close"> )</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___2" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br />On the way back home, I stopped at Nick’s cabin(he wasn't back yet) and left him a note, letting him know I’d located something of Eddy’s and to let me know if I could be of any help. Damn. My plate just seems to be getting more and more full. Damn. And I’m still waiting for that robin’s egg to hatch.<br /> <br />In the morning, I retrieved up the dart from Noki's care and asked him to let Ila know that Nick was alright and he'd back in St. Claire soon (Man, I love that Fetish in the Harbor Park Umbra). I called up Quin and met him at his lab. Handed over the dart from Slug and asked him to poke at it for me. Brought over some pizza and pop, just to make certain the silly Kinsman remembered to eat. We talked for a bit and while I was there, Brad showed up. I wish I could have stayed longer, but there were things I had to attend too. :(<br type="_moz" /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=val_corax&ditemid=37582" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments