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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Continuing the tradition of having my characters show up on the Plane after hot sex being intimate with people have a Juni sitting at a rather expensive looking wooden desk! ...But, unlike Bai, she does not look at all pleased about anything, in fact she looks rather annoyed and is expressing her annoyance by growing her fingernails to epic lengths and trying to scratch the desk to pieces... A task which she is actually succeeding in.

If you get close enough you can probably hear her muttering] Idiot, damned idiot, how dare he, who does he think he is?

[Aaaand more scratching of the desk, obviously it is somehow related to the person who is annoying her, judging by the violence she is showing it... She's staying here until the desk is dead, feel free to try and save her epic nails and/or the desk!]

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[wild guessing time for the answer to that question]

Your boss?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a expression torn between disgust and utter horror] ...No , never.

[Aaaand then she realises that he means the question and not the sex and colours slightly] ...Not this time, he sent me there but he isn't quite the cause.

[Starts scratching at the desk again]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sits on the desk]

Well, then?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Scratches around him] I was sent to see this man called Antoine Horwitzer... He's breeding my relatives.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I don't think that's a statement I've heard a lot, and I used to live on Gallifrey. Breeding relatives?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She pauses for a second and then looks up at him] This might sound odd... My relatives can turn into werewolves, and they never turn back, they're supposed to be killed.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What about you?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

It passed me over, the curse tends to be rather random in its choices.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Were you bred, then?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor watches curiously.]

You could write your name on that.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She glances up and gives him a slight smile] That might be a good idea, so he remembers.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head a bit.] So he remembers?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

My name, he'll probably remember me as the crazy bitch who ripped up his desk but if I carve it in he might remember who I am.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. [A beat.] You could use those adhesive notes. Stick a bunch of those around. The sort of...bright, rainbow ones. Those are hard to ignore.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I suppose, they're fairly easy to get rid of though, I want this to be something big.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Desk should do, then. Any particular reason you want to be remembered?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

...Yes, as it happens.

I want him to remember that not even those who work for demons will approve of what he's doing.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[Isaiah sidles up, a little put off by the nails, but smiling nonetheless.]

God, yeah, they're all just dicks.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[scratchscratchscratch] Who?

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Whoever pissed you off, I guess.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

He's only one person... Though the lambs are all dicks, I must admit.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

Wow, lambs? Is that some, you know, special term or do sheep hate you or what?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

...Special term, family executioners.

...At least they're supposed to be.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty terrible name for killers.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

We turn into werewolves... I think it's supposed to be poetic justice.