An Excellent Use of My Writing Journal, Ahoy

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*...hides under the bed*

I'll write things. Or I'll try. Challenge-things. Just like... no more than two or something... Be gentle with the crack... I don't know enough RPverse for that... Other fandoms okay...

...I know that was such a thorough explanation, but if for some reason you need answers, comment with questions. *shifty eyes* ...maaaybe I'll answer them. *hides*

(Well, it's not like I'm writing anything responsible recently.)

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Diary of Angels: Crossing Paths

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Maxine said avidly, "Oh, a black cat! Look out, Joe, with your heels you could impale the poor thing."

He planted both his lethal heels firmly on the ground and stared the feline down. It had frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, mid-stride, head turned to stare back at him warily. Cats were, in spite of all the myths about them, as stupid as any other animal when it came to celestial life, and as far as it knew, he was just a guy giving it a flat stare.

She whispered, as if trying not to disturb it, "You know, it's kind of funny. I read somewhere that in England and Japan it's good luck for a black cat to cross your cat. I wonder why it's bad luck here?"

"Not everyone is like you and wants to cuddle everything with four legs that lacerates their arms," Jophiel said firmly, striding forward. The cat bolted.

"Oh, Joe, c'mon. Don't be a jackass." She hustled after him with delicate footsteps and twined her arm in his, apparently expressly for the purpose of pinching the meaty part of his hand between sharp fingers. Joe flinched and scowled at her.

Maxine told him, "Everyone I know says you're bad luck."

"What I said stands," he said, irritated. "People smarter than you."