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Back in Bloody Old England [for bocadelinferno
The Good Hope did, thankfully, have a sizable supply of alcohol, and even better, a large assortment of whiskey. From everything the ship had in the way alcohol and equipment, I concluded that the goat fellow had been quite the party host. And from the suitcase of cash I found, he must have been running quite an operation of some kind. I didn't ( Read more... ) -
A pirate's life for me...? [bocadelinferno]
The bad thing about dusting vampires is loosing perfectly good, at least sometimes, clothes. Of course, it isn't terribly easy to get the clothes from them anyway; hard to strip someone when they're tied up, you know. I did manage to raid a nest for a few useful things while it's occupants were out on the town. Gained some fairly new clothes, even ( Read more... ) -
Lo, How the Mighty Have Fallen [bocadelinferno]
I was so sure that I'd been dead for only a few weeks at the most. Then, when my clothes were completely dry, I went into town to find a newspaper. It gave me the shock of my new life.
I'd been gone for years. Faith would be a woman grown, now... Damn it! Damn that creature, it should have warned me about time differences. She could be anywhere by ( Read more... ) -
A Walk to Clear the Mind (for scars_we_share)
Still no success, though I did manage to find a vampire. He gravely over estimated the ability of a rather enebriated woman to even be able to graze him with the piece of wood she was waving around. Idiot just laughed and dared me to stake him, as it were a round of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. A round which I surprised myself by winning. At least I ( Read more... ) -
for scars_we_share
I leaned my forehead against the wall of the shower as I let the water run over my back and shoulders. My left shoulder had ached like the devil all afternoon; as it was the one Kakistos had severely dislocated, I suspected it would be my "bad shoulder" from now on. Perhaps the weather was about to change or some such nuisance. I certainly hoped it ( Read more... ) -
for scars_we_share
The knife rips a line down my torso, all the way from just below the hollow of my throat to my navel. I bite down on my lip as I scream, straining with what little strength I have left against the dagger that has my least damaged arm - the other shoulder's dislocated and the upper arm and forearm are good examples of open fractures - penned to the ( Read more... ) -
Whiskey river, take my mind...
Another sleepless night in another cheap motel in the rough side of another town I wouldn't remember the name of when I left. Story of my second life, so far. I locked and bolted the door and stuck one of the provided chairs under the door knob. A bit paranoid, perhaps, but I felt better for it ( Read more... )