( Me? Rational? However would it think that? )

I'm me again, thank goodness. It was nice being in Lobsang's body at first, but... I missed being normal. Heh, or as normal as it is to be me, anyway. Even pregnant, I think I'd rather be a girl. Although I think it was a good thing that Lobsang got to experience that, at least for a little while. And I can walk through things again. Being Time was ( Read more... )

((Calling Mort, since Susan wants to tell him before she switches back to herself. Less likely to murder Lobsang this way. I hope, anyway...))

*Susan... er... Lobsang? Susang? looks nervous*
Dad? There's something I have to tell you...

So I'm Lobsang. For the moment, at least. Gods, it feels so freeing to not be the one moody and sick! I can actually think clearly for the first time in over a week. I've even been trying out that swirly light thing he does, albeit with far poorer results. *she... he grins* I'd likely be taking this far worse if someone besides Lobsang was in my ( Read more... )

At times, lots of people never tell us what they are really thinking. Who is the one person that you would really like to know what they are thinking (as far as how they feel about you), and why?

(Locked from Mort, Death, and Sweeper. And yes, my Susan is now post-Thief of Time)

Oh, wonderful topic. I apologize in advance if this is needlessly ( Read more... )

My father could be summed up in two words: well-meaning. He tried his best to be a good Death, duke, husband, and father, and I wouldn't say he failed, exactly. He just wasn't very good at much that he did. But he loved me and he loved my mother, so that excused his mediocrity. He could have been a much worse father. There are things far worse than ( Read more... )

... Excuse me, I'm going to go gag in the corner now.

ISTJ - The Inspector

You scored 9% I to E, 68% N to S, 76% F to T, and 15% J to P!

Your type is known as the inspector, and the single word that describes your is superdependable. You also belong to the larger group of guardians. You ( Read more... )

Ah, my worst failure. Yes, I certainly know which I'll pick for that one, and his name was Imp. Well, it still is, I'm assuming. Last I heard, he was still in Quirm.

I wanted to save him. I knew he was important. I knew I had to save him before he was killed by some stupid axe in a tavern ( Read more... )

((Locked to dejafuwonderboy, of course. Who else would have the right to be in the Sto Helit manor?))

Susan paced the foyer of her home, waiting for Lobsang to materialize. Considering the vast, and pointless, quantity of rooms in the Sto Helit manor and nevermind the fact that she wanted to be near her boyfriend, she'd asked him to stay with her ( Read more... )

AND YOU HAVE HEARD ME SPEAK OF THE ... PERSONIFICATION OF TIME ( Read more... )