Feb. 18th, 2006 06:03 pm
jainajade: female vampire hunter wielding a wooden cross (cross)
Yeah. Pretty much. How did you think my ship crashed, anyway? Wretched things.


Feb. 17th, 2006 05:25 pm
jainajade: simple line art of a heart, a smiling figure, and the name "Jaina" (Valentine 2005)
I missed posting on Valentine's Day. I was otherwise occupied. *whistles nonchalantly*


Feb. 2nd, 2006 08:58 pm
jainajade: female vampire hunter posing by stained glass window (JJ window)
I've been spotted! *runs away and hides in the icebox* And whoever found me appears to have read my bio, too!



Jan. 30th, 2006 02:39 pm
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After you die...

After death, you will exist in heaven. Everything and everyone you love will constantly surround you for all of eternity. You lucky scoundrel.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Man, that'd be nice. I shouldn't get my hopes up, but... yeah, I wouldn't mind that too much.
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A quick snippet online caught my eye.

When it comes to accessorizing, your philosophy is:
Buy cheap. Change often.

That's pretty much me. A lot of jewellery and stuff isn't made to last very long (human-made stuff, I mean), and I'm... older than I look. Heirloom quality goods last for ages (or damn well should) but cost good money. I'd rather try to keep fixing up the Soul. Or is that keep trying to fix up the Soul? Eh, she's better than she was for awhile anyway.

So I wear cheapie stuff. Crude pendants on cords mostly. I don't wear rings -- they affect grip on weapons and can get smashed flat with your finger still in them. I've seen some nasty damage happen that wouldn't've if the idiot girl had just been bare-handed. Necklaces sometimes, long cloth or leathern cords so I can tuck them into a shirt, keep them out of the way. Bracelets never for the same reasons as rings. Anklets -- only over sturdy boots and only when I'm being daft, to be honest.

No piercings, if you were curious. I've tried but my skin inflames and hurts, and shiny things on the sides of my head are not worth the ouch. To make matters worse, when I tried pierced ears, the earrings migrated enough that I don't think I could have kept them. If I had stupidly left them in, I think they would have migrated right out of there. At least with my l33t uber-skin, I don't scar. Thank Goddess for small favours, or in this case large annoying integumentary favours.

My foot's still not 100%. Fuck. I don't have the urge to beat my head into the hull anymore, at least, and I'm getting some detail repairs done around the place, but I'll be glad when I can kick some ass again. There's just something about a final blow that feels sooo right and victorious. IT's awesome.

Getting the head-hull urge again. Dammit. Where'd I leave that bevel?
jainajade: simple line art of a heart, a smiling figure, and the name "Jaina" (Valentine 2005)
Jealous Amorous Individual Needing Arousing Joy and Ardent, Delightful Embraces

She chose the strawberry graphic. Not me. Her.
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I'm in the middle of convincing myself that it's okay to take the night off. I don't think I'm persuaded yet.

I really ought to be out there. Winter nights are bad because the sun stays down forever and the dead don't feel the chills. It's nasty.

But I can't. A leech child had jumped feet-first onto my instep some time ago. It was fine so long as I minded my kicks, until the other night. Fucking zombie can't tell its left from its right, so it just shuffles forward. It trips on a doorjamb, falls like a log, and lands its hollow but rather heavy head on my goddamn foot.

I fucking hate this job. Which I should be doing, foot pain or not, because who the hell else is gonna keep some of those places clean? You? You're all bundled indoors, secure in your "knowledge" that the bads aren't real, can't get you, that the shadow that twitched on the street corner is just a trick of the flickering streetlight.

Sure. And I'm the Prince of Prussia.

I should suck it up. Be a woman. Swallow some painkillers and maybe a little liqour. Get out there and save the world. Again.

Damn it. Whatever I end up doing, this is going to be one hell of a night.
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There's a reason I usually tumble out out of portals. Opening a portal big enough to walk through takes more out of me than opening one I can somersault or crawl through. Doing portals is bad enough without trying to make it worse.

Besides, given the sort of people who hang out on the other side of my portals, it's safest to enter defensively -- but you didn't hear that from me. ;)
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I'm all alone! I'll have to fix that sometime, invite the multiverse for a kegger in the Soul's cargo hold.

*pokes her profile there* I'm supposed to slot neatly into a genre: scifi, fantasy, erotica (ugh), horror... I'm listed as multi-genre. I don't fit. *gleefully* I'm too much for 'em!

As for the family, I'm icing my sore foot and continuing to try to pin stuff down. I haven't found Bubba yet but I think I've found some other adopted elf-cousins. Should be fun if I'm right and they're there.
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I'm sleeping the night in an inn's bed. I would claim that a strange bed inhibits proper sleep, but my usual bed is a slab with linens on top. I'll have to remember to set an alarm tonight. And to wear nightclothes instead of denim, because that's ridiculously uncomfortable. *cough*

Lately I've wondered about roads not taken. It's all futile, of course, outside of a few ideas for improving my existing self. Like portals. I'd like to learn a way to open portals without hurting. Insert joke here about my innate clumsiness -- go on, you know you want to. Seriously now, it hurts. Every time I open a portal to someplace new, my bones ache for hours afterward. I don't have migraines, but I think it's comparable to a full-body migraine. It's because I don't have my own magical ability really; I just draw on my life force, which doesn't go far, isn't meant to be used for that, and leaves a gap of ache that takes its sweet time to refill.

Portals are why I drink. Alcohol makes it hurt less by making me not care that it hurts like hell. There are worse pains: sharper, heavier, twistier. But this is mine.

It has been a long, long time since I last went on a real quest. Mostly I kill time at bars and parties. Maybe that's what I'm looking for: a mission. You could go all psycho babble and claim I'm looking for myself (though I'm right here, see? Not lost at all).

At this moment I'm just looking for an extra blanket. There's a chill tonight.
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I've been thinking it over
And I know just what to do
I've been thinking it over
And I know I just can't trust myself

I'm a Gypsy prince
Covered with diamonds and jewels
But then my lover exposes me
I know I'm just a damn fool

I give what I've got to give
I give what I need to live
I give what I've got to give
It's important if I wanna live
I wanna live
I want to live my life
I wanna live
I want to live my life

As I load my pistol
Of fine German steel
I never thought I'd be so down and out
Having my last meal
But I know I can do it
It just took a few years
As I execute my killer
The morning is near

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