How can any of you sleep?

[x_magik]

Well, we’re back.

Hurrah for us.

Shower took the scent of Asgard out of my hair. Thank every god there is. And finally some clean clothes -- I'm burning those jeans. Too many stupid men bled on them. (Not to mention the damage they took when Miss Blaire pushed me into that lake. Gods.)

I do have some exciting career prospects now, though. I think I might join the mafia. They need people to break fingers for them, don't they? It appears to be a talent of mine. (And really, Miss Blaire, I didn't even hurt them as badly as they deserved to be hurt.)

I intend to look into it.

Comments

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

You had it coming, brat.

No. No breaking fingers. And still no exorcisms.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I did not have it coming. And I'm not a brat.

And I will break fingers if I want to. It seems to be my calling, after all.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Are too a brat.

I'll walk you out by your ear again if you try.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Am not. I'm just honest.

That was so embarrassing. I am never letting you near the people I'm intimidating again.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Are too. And that as well. You're both, you know.

I thought it was kinda fun, myself.

*grins*

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Of course, Miss Blaire. If you say so.

But that wasn't fun! Those men respected me. Kind of. And then they stopped respecting me and respected you. It was humiliating, and I didn't even get to finish my job.

Really, you're not promoting a very good work ethic.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Good.

They feared you, brat. Not the same thing, not one bit. And they were afraid of me too, but that's because they thought I was a witch.

I am. Depends on the work we're talking about. Having a good ethics job to start with kinda helps, y'know.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Fear, respect, same thing when it comes down to it.

You are a witch. Just not traditionally.

And anyway, there was nothing unethical about what I was doing.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Nope. Fear means people do something because they have to, but will betray you first chance they get.

Respect means people do things for you because they want to. And give everything they have in the doing.

Hrm. I may have to bow and just accept that, then.

Really? Just like there was nothing unethical about what Hel was doing to you?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I'll accept those definitions.

Those men knew the consequences of what they were doing. And they did it anyway. What Hel did to me was a completely different thing.

Which, by the way, I don't really feel like discussing.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

They were consequences to what you were doing too. The ear pinching was getting off light, really.

Fair enough. :)

Let me know if you ever do, mind.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

You made up for it by acting like a mother catching her kid with the cookie jar. Like I said, embarrassing.

I'll leave the sharing to the people it actually helps, thanks all the same.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Hey! That's why it worked. It's all in how you carry something off.

Did I insist? Nope. Brat.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Points for style, then.

You didn't insist, to your credit. But I am still not entirely convinced I'm a brat.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Well. That's what I do, after all.

That I'm going to insist on. Brat.

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

Glad to have you back, blondie. I was worried I'd lost my companion in snark for good.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Glad to be back. So glad.

Alternate dimensions are not much for indoor plumbing.

Or nice people, or in most cases people at all. At least I didn't break anything. (I think.)

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

It is my new goal in life to never find out the status of indoor plumbing in any dimension other than my own. It's a noble goal, I think. A reasonable goal.

I doubt you broke anything. Broken things seem to irritate you (as well they should), so I can't imagine you breaking anything.. at least, not on purpose.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

You live here now. Whatever was reasonable in the real world no longer applies.

Well, that bloke who hit me with a table a few weeks ago sure didn't ask my permission. The bruising's gone down, though. It's kind of greenish now.

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

Greenish?

Stay put. I am coming to find you so I can get a look at this thing.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Oh, for crying out loud, I don't need someone fussing over me. I'm flea-free, and that's all the doctoring I need.

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

I beg to differ.

I promise not to fuss. I will, however, sit on you until you let me look at the damn bruise. I'm bigger than you.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

It's just bruising. It hardly even hurts anymore. Compared to the last time I escaped an alternate dimension, I am practically untouched.

Don't need it looked at.

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

Indulge me? Pretty please, with sugar on top?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

You're a very stubborn woman.

Fine. But it is really not notable.

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

I am. It's a gift.

Thank you. I'll be up in a flash.

...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

This is why you don't tell them about the bruises... ;)

[x-reyes.livejournal.com]

Uh-uh. This is why you do tell us about the bruises, so we don't hunt you down and sit on you until you do the responsible thing you should have done in the first place.

(Welcome back.)

Re: ...

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I was only trying to make a point.

Oh well. Cecilia doesn't prod people very much, and at least she's amusing. Even if she is bloody pushy.

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

I'm sure the mafia has some sort of training programme showing you the essentials of finger-breaking. We'll have to look into that.

I'm glad you've managed to return to us unscathed, Yana.

I'm sure some would say it's a miracle of sorts.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think I can skip the training. (Although Miss Blaire is curiously opposed to my future career choices. Odd, that.)

A miracle?

Not quite.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

I've never noticed this before, but your background seems to be little greenish hearts. Hrm.

For some reason this is abnormally amusing.

You know what's great? Pillows.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I think the hearts add mystery, personally.

Pillows are indeed great. Also? Running water.

And chocolate.

[xp_daytripper]

So, you were an enforcer for Hel and I was the Enchantress's 'daughter'... Which one of us is the evil one again?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

If I figure it out, I'll be sure to let you know.

[xp_daytripper]

I just remembered something. You never visited the Enchantress's castle with Hel, did you?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Actually, yes, I did, strangely enough. Woman made me wear some bloody awful cloak.

Now that I think of it -- the Enchantress didn't happen to have any other daughters floating around, did she?

[xp_daytripper]

Nope. Just me.

Oh, fuck.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

That was you?

Bloody hell.

[xp_daytripper]

That was me. And you wre Hel's Ambassador...

Let's never talk about this again, right?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Agreed. Never.