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Tied up testifying at a homicide case in court. New item for the supernatural repository: Pink Fuzz. A visit from Val. Fencing class leads to two dates with a classmate and junior philosophy major: Julie. The trouble with me and dating women.
Work (public) has been insane recently. A homicide I'd worked earlier went to court, and I've basically spent the week testifying about evidence and being cross-examined down at the courthouse. It's keeping me tied up during normal hours and beyond, as I have to re-review the case files so I know what I'm talking about on the stand and look credible. The guy killed her and nearly got away with it--had I not "luckily uncovered" a piece of evidence nearby that connected him to it. He's guilty. But he has a damn good for-hire lawyer and the prosecutor is state-supplied and not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Because of the court case that I have to show up for, I've completely cut back on the magic. I can't just disappear or call in sick without getting contempt of court and/or fired. And a murderer would walk free. Val brought me two packets of Pink Fuzz. I haven't seriously studied the stuff yet, but I don't think I will either. I'm probably going to stash it with those ULUL pills made from vampire blood. Emergency tass. There's some serious negative entropic forces contained in both those "enhanced" drugs that doesn't jive very well with the magic I tend to work, but if it gets down to it, yucky tass is better than no tass. And I can always trade it, too. Maybe that Euthanatos in Seattle if he's still around/alive?
Val got to see the lightsaber when she came over. I'd left it on the coffee table. Oops. She could sense it was magic. I'll have to make a note of that. I've gotten perhaps a little overly used to me being able to detect others and not being detected myself.
The fencing class at SCCU has been a little slow for my tastes so far, but I did seem to hit it off well with a junior philosophy major in the class: Julie. We did coffee after class and it lasted five hours--that well! Dinner at Garcia's the day after. We're doing the stereotypical dinner-and-a-movie deal this Friday. She's 20. Is that too young for me now? But she's very insightful and smart and we have great discussions--and her fine ass doesn't hurt, either. The last date I had was that blind one at Sergeant Vinici's on Thanksgiving dinner. Should never have let him try to fix me up with his wife's best friend, but....
You know, I really don't know why I bother sometimes. Much as I would like to find a girl for a long-term relationship, I can never really be honest with them. I have to disappear sometimes with no explanation. And the lack of honesty and need for secrecy just undermines and ultimately destroys the relationship. I could quit using magic altogether--and I've tried that once in the past before when I was in college (and probably suffering from depression)--but then... I think I helped to save about a half dozen people last year through the use of magic, and got several dangerous people off the streets. Quitting, and letting those people die and dangerous criminals run loose, just so I can have a consistent love life, would be so damn selfish on my part. Wouldn't it?
Ah well. I'll enjoy it while it lasts with Julie. Sad. We've not even had our third date and already I'm acting like it's a doomed relationship. Probably because it is. Just like all the others. Why do I have to be such a fucking martyr?
The garou are lucky: they have their kinfolk and their kinfolk know and understand them. The garou can be open and honest and share with the ones they love.
Lucky bastards.
My god, I am fucking emo tonight. Time for a little Rainbow Six: Vegas to get my mind off of all this shit.
Because of the court case that I have to show up for, I've completely cut back on the magic. I can't just disappear or call in sick without getting contempt of court and/or fired. And a murderer would walk free. Val brought me two packets of Pink Fuzz. I haven't seriously studied the stuff yet, but I don't think I will either. I'm probably going to stash it with those ULUL pills made from vampire blood. Emergency tass. There's some serious negative entropic forces contained in both those "enhanced" drugs that doesn't jive very well with the magic I tend to work, but if it gets down to it, yucky tass is better than no tass. And I can always trade it, too. Maybe that Euthanatos in Seattle if he's still around/alive?
Val got to see the lightsaber when she came over. I'd left it on the coffee table. Oops. She could sense it was magic. I'll have to make a note of that. I've gotten perhaps a little overly used to me being able to detect others and not being detected myself.
The fencing class at SCCU has been a little slow for my tastes so far, but I did seem to hit it off well with a junior philosophy major in the class: Julie. We did coffee after class and it lasted five hours--that well! Dinner at Garcia's the day after. We're doing the stereotypical dinner-and-a-movie deal this Friday. She's 20. Is that too young for me now? But she's very insightful and smart and we have great discussions--and her fine ass doesn't hurt, either. The last date I had was that blind one at Sergeant Vinici's on Thanksgiving dinner. Should never have let him try to fix me up with his wife's best friend, but....
You know, I really don't know why I bother sometimes. Much as I would like to find a girl for a long-term relationship, I can never really be honest with them. I have to disappear sometimes with no explanation. And the lack of honesty and need for secrecy just undermines and ultimately destroys the relationship. I could quit using magic altogether--and I've tried that once in the past before when I was in college (and probably suffering from depression)--but then... I think I helped to save about a half dozen people last year through the use of magic, and got several dangerous people off the streets. Quitting, and letting those people die and dangerous criminals run loose, just so I can have a consistent love life, would be so damn selfish on my part. Wouldn't it?
Ah well. I'll enjoy it while it lasts with Julie. Sad. We've not even had our third date and already I'm acting like it's a doomed relationship. Probably because it is. Just like all the others. Why do I have to be such a fucking martyr?
The garou are lucky: they have their kinfolk and their kinfolk know and understand them. The garou can be open and honest and share with the ones they love.
Lucky bastards.
My god, I am fucking emo tonight. Time for a little Rainbow Six: Vegas to get my mind off of all this shit.
