Seras has been a bit wary of Alucard since waking him up, but it's time to get past that. Either she's still his wife and things are all right, or they're not and she gets hurt- either way, it's time to stop tiptoeing around. She has things she needs to talk to him about ( Read more... )

So...

Due to circumstances resulting from the fact that I am an impulsive git, I think I have to go to Japan. Which means flying. I hate flying.

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Seras reappears in the center of her room with Yumiko still clutched in her arms, teeth still sunk into the nun's throat. Safe. And this time the nun is actually going to die ( Read more... )

I've shapechanged into worse things, I suppose.

I don't like this plan. It feels dirty.

Seras had allowed her familiar to shepherd her back to her room. It was surprising how much she was starting to enjoy the company of the little nun- Yumiko instinctively knew when Seras wanted her to shut up, knew what Seras needed to hear. Which made sense when she considered that Yumiko was really nothing more than a fragment of her own mind ( Read more... )

Three hours after entering the room, Seras has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is not cut out for a life of scholarship. Her headache has gotten worse the whole time, the words are starting to blur on the page, and she hasn't found anything at all that will help her. She finds a book by someone named Geoffrey of Dartford-upon-Dartmouth ( Read more... )

Seras wakes up with a headache. Not a take-two-aspirin headache, oh no. This is more of the silver-spike-in-the-cerebellum variety. Seras has never used as much power before as she did yesterday, and she's never taken as much punishment, either. She's not having much success damping it down, either. Seras is weak today ( Read more... )

Okay. I'm putting a drink fridge with about ten pints of blood in here, ASAP. I need a place to run to if things like this keep happening.

Sleep now.

( Um. Bad mood? )