herr_bookman ([personal profile] herr_bookman) wrote2013-06-18 09:35 pm

Let me count the ways, part I

[Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV]

Met an interesting person today... She's a magical princess from some generic Magical Land, but what's really attention-grabbing about her is that she switches personalities at will. One second she's a ruthless, strategic warrior; the next she's a cheerful schoolgirl with a stuffed 'mascot'.

Oh, and she's blonde.
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Nepeta, a cat-like troll, informed me that trolls can be attracted to someone they despise and compete with. It's called a kismesis relationship and it's absolutely fascinating!
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Punie knows "submission" moves! She immobilized me by taking my arm halfway up my back in less than a second, wow... Also, she sparkles. Visibly sparkles. It's probably just some strange magical effect.

Later on we had tea and cakes, and that was nice. I really need to be careful around this girl.
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Started running in the mornings. Clearly I need to be in better shape.  Tangentially related: My greenhouse grenades are a success!
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Met Miss Tanaka's mascot. He knows some fairly impressive torture techniques, but then he told me that I smell like her! What the hell?
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Had a hilarious and fairly informative conversation today with Karkat Vantas over a T-Minus, which is some bizzare text message device that he invented. Apparently he's an expert in troll romance and has the most profane mouth I've ever heard.
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Returned to the bar unexpectedly. Shortly afterwards, I met with Karkat, who'd set up some manner of floating screen. We watched Pretty Woman, a play about a "nauseatingly charming" contract worker.

Then he gave me a sylladex! This thing will change my life completely, I just know it. But good heavens, Karkat is such a dreamer. He thinks I'm awful, which is fantastic.
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Met with Karkat again while he was scowling at a book about Leprechaun romance. It's much more complicated than troll romance; I prefer the latter. We had a staring contest, wherein I learned--and he remembered, apparently--that he cannot breathe when he stops speaking. Unbelievable.

Unlike everyone else in the bar, he realized midway through our conversation that he knows nothing about me. I told him that if he was curious, he could ask me questions, but his response was essentially, "fuck you, no, I'm not curious. Do you know a guy by the name of Fakir?"

With that and his fixation on my tongue, he is by far the most unintentionally hilarious person I've ever met. 

But also one of the loneliest.

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