Bakumon eyed Mina warily as she settled in on her bed, clearing a nest for herself amid piles of books, papers, and pillows. She wasn't calling the redheaded human, was she? Suddenly the game he was playing was not nearly as interesting, and he paused it. (It wasn't going as well as he'd hoped, anyway; he needed more dexterous appendages. Why ( Read more... )

I *wouldn't* do this. Not usually ( Read more... )

Am bored. Mina won't give controls. Playing Final Fantasy, keeps saying needs to get somewhere in game, never does. Gave advice, but Mina hates me looking over her shoulder. Hate seeing same battle scene over and over. Don't want *another* nap. *Not* a housepet ( Read more... )

I . . . I am rather ashamed to admit this ( Read more... )

Okay, unfortunately I'm going to be away for a week . . . sorry to those who are waiting; I'll poke you after I get back sometime on the 22nd or 23rd! Ken, Koushirou, Sai Yau, and Mimi aren't off the hook! ;)

I'll try to check in on the log(s) I have running, but I can't guarantee I'll have access.

See you all soon!

This log is unfinished (Bang and I plan to finish it here), but it takes place back during the time when Ken had a stalker. Here we will see Mina attempt to quell the stalker. We shall see. >.>

I am, on a sidenote, no expert in Hinduism, so any mistakes are my own. ^^;

( Bang, please post here! :D )

Because I have people waiting for me . . .

I have a guest right now, so I'm a little scattered . . . I'll get to everything as soon as possible!

A package had arrived for Mina. When Sai Yau had asked for her address, Mina had been merely hoping for a letter . . . and now a complete package sat in her room, waiting to be opened. She sat on the floor, looking at it, savoring the idea of a mystery yet to be opened -- while wrestling with a faint thread of guilt. Certainly she had asked for ( Read more... )

I took this one time and it was not very accurate for me. The second time, it was much better.

( Visual DNA. )

Sometimes I am struck by the strangeness of it . . . being here, in this place. It is strange to be a minority here in Japan. I suppose I am used to being surrounded by people who look like me, who can speak the same language, who like similar foods. Here . . . it is disconcerting at times to look out the window and see a sea of faces so unlike ( Read more... )