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Aug. 8th, 2004 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightI really need to update this thing more regularly. Since whenever I go without updating it, some disaster occurs. Like, take the other night for example. I was sitting around in the Rose, actually thinking about what I would write in this when I got home, when in stomps Steve Valkonan.
Not Stephen. Steve Valkonan; Alternate Earth Valkonan; Katherine's husband's friend Valkonan. The genuine thing. In Rhydin. My Rhydin. Looking for me. Zombie crisis, he says. Have to find Katherine and the Knights' daughter, he said. (Yes, daughter. I can only assume someone found a way to extract viable genetic material from a vampire and combine it properly to produce a girl. Technology. Magick, Science... Hell.) He needed his reserves, he said. Stephen and I are the reserves, he said.
Holy shit, I said.
London was a wasteland. An apocalypse...Like a movie, except altogether real. A wasteland... no other living beings around, save for a carrion eater here and there. We went to Ambrosia's school, fought off zombies... We were lucky to find out that Katherine had already been there, that she'd taken her daughter to safety in the subway system. The subway system.. Zombies. So many zombies I can't believe it. One living infant, who we ripped out of the hands of her zombie mother. A man from the armed services, who led us into a trap and committed suicide. Katherine and Ambrosia, rescued. I had to feed Katherine... She infected me. We escaped, thanks to Steve.
None of us came out of that quite the same. I need to check on Stephen -- the poor guy has taken shock after shock, and somewhere in his mental make-up he's not trained to deal with that like he should be. Not that anyone should expect it... But he was doing pretty bad last I saw him. I hope he's all right.
And the strangest thing is that... I have nothing to report but good things.
I finally kept my promise to Katie last night, fixing the epilepsy I'd left her with so many months ago, when I wasn't capable of breaking that mental link without causing her damage. I set that right last night, and I couldn't be more happy that I had. Strange -- after all the sweat and tears I've put into trying to learn the skill... actually using it proved to be simple, and straightforward.
Afterwards, Ronnie, Sashra, and I goofed off together all night. I really get along well with those two. I call us all the "Temple Brats" because we are, and I think that shared background really helps us to communicate, or whatever. However you slice it, I think they're two of the best friends I could ask for, and I really have fun with them. For example, last night we had a kareoke party at my place. Sashra did this absolutely incredible version of "I Will Survive." That girl secretly has the heart of a showman. Dear heavens, it was hilarious! And Ronnie sang this absolutely beautiful rendition of "Bring Me To Life," which I swear has Amy Lee herself beat.
I even sang, doing "Penny on the Floor." I sucked so bad they couldn't even bring themselves to applaud, just hug me in sympathy and make up lame lines about how I was "really really good." Oh well. I did warn them. They crashed at my place, even. It was more fun than I've had in a long time.
And I feel, as I so rarely do... happy.
Not Stephen. Steve Valkonan; Alternate Earth Valkonan; Katherine's husband's friend Valkonan. The genuine thing. In Rhydin. My Rhydin. Looking for me. Zombie crisis, he says. Have to find Katherine and the Knights' daughter, he said. (Yes, daughter. I can only assume someone found a way to extract viable genetic material from a vampire and combine it properly to produce a girl. Technology. Magick, Science... Hell.) He needed his reserves, he said. Stephen and I are the reserves, he said.
Holy shit, I said.
London was a wasteland. An apocalypse...Like a movie, except altogether real. A wasteland... no other living beings around, save for a carrion eater here and there. We went to Ambrosia's school, fought off zombies... We were lucky to find out that Katherine had already been there, that she'd taken her daughter to safety in the subway system. The subway system.. Zombies. So many zombies I can't believe it. One living infant, who we ripped out of the hands of her zombie mother. A man from the armed services, who led us into a trap and committed suicide. Katherine and Ambrosia, rescued. I had to feed Katherine... She infected me. We escaped, thanks to Steve.
None of us came out of that quite the same. I need to check on Stephen -- the poor guy has taken shock after shock, and somewhere in his mental make-up he's not trained to deal with that like he should be. Not that anyone should expect it... But he was doing pretty bad last I saw him. I hope he's all right.
And the strangest thing is that... I have nothing to report but good things.
I finally kept my promise to Katie last night, fixing the epilepsy I'd left her with so many months ago, when I wasn't capable of breaking that mental link without causing her damage. I set that right last night, and I couldn't be more happy that I had. Strange -- after all the sweat and tears I've put into trying to learn the skill... actually using it proved to be simple, and straightforward.
Afterwards, Ronnie, Sashra, and I goofed off together all night. I really get along well with those two. I call us all the "Temple Brats" because we are, and I think that shared background really helps us to communicate, or whatever. However you slice it, I think they're two of the best friends I could ask for, and I really have fun with them. For example, last night we had a kareoke party at my place. Sashra did this absolutely incredible version of "I Will Survive." That girl secretly has the heart of a showman. Dear heavens, it was hilarious! And Ronnie sang this absolutely beautiful rendition of "Bring Me To Life," which I swear has Amy Lee herself beat.
I even sang, doing "Penny on the Floor." I sucked so bad they couldn't even bring themselves to applaud, just hug me in sympathy and make up lame lines about how I was "really really good." Oh well. I did warn them. They crashed at my place, even. It was more fun than I've had in a long time.
And I feel, as I so rarely do... happy.
