Disgraced and Ruined

This Journal is returning to Gunrunner. Hershe can now be found over at siagon_queen

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Anyone see "old blue-eye" around here?

Snake had been pestering her for days to come out to the bar. It was the most unusual thing from him. She hated him as much as she wanted to see him. The bastard probably had some thin plan he wanted her to be part of. She dressed in her favorite leopard print sundress with matching shades before heading to the rather trashy dive Plissken had said he would be at.

She found him quickly. It wasn't hard. She'd learned to go the way everyone was running from.

This better not be some thin ass plan of yours Blue-eye.

Snake smiled looking up at Carjack.

Think I want to do a damned thing with you Carjack?

Snake had called Xander to tell him when and where to meet.

My name's not Carjack... Snake cut her off with his laughter.

Why am I out here? Hershe demanded sitting in the booth next to him. Snake instinctively slid as far away from her as possible.

I got someone I want you to meet.

Psft. Better not be any of your damned kids.

Snake shook his head and put his feet up on the seat on purpose. As soon as his boot soles touched her dress she was up and on the other side of the booth. Snake laughed leaning his head back.

No, he's not one of my kids. Though be funny shit if he was.

01. DO YOU HAVE ON A LOT OF MAKE-UP?

A girl can never have enough.

02. HOW MUCH DO YOU PUT ON?

This girl doesn't need much. You can't improve something as drop dead gorgous as I am.

03. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GET READY?

Please, anything less then an hour is simply some bullshit bastard trying to rush me.

04. DO YOU PUT ON A LOT OF LIPGLOSS?

Hell no, that shit dries out my lips.

05. DOES YOUR LIPGLOSS SMELL GOOD?

No that's nasty.

06. DO YOU CARRY A PURSE?

No, that's what I got the boys for.

07. WHAT COLOR IS IT?

Red what other color could it be.

08. HAVE PEOPLE WHO REGULARLY SPEND $400 ON A PURSE LOST THEIR MINDS? WHAT ABOUT $4000?

Come on, why pay like that when someone will steal it for me?

09. DO YOU HAVE COACH BAG?

No those are so lame.

10. DO YOU HAVE A LOUIS VUITTON?

All tiger stripes and leather.

11. HOW MANY PURSES DO YOU HAVE?

As many as I want.

12. DO YOU LIKE TO WEAR NAILPOLISH?

Hell yes. How can one be as hot as I am and forget their hands.

13. HOW OFTEN DO YOU GET YOUR NAILS DONE?

It's a once a week essential.

14. DO YOU LIKE MANICURES?

What woman doesn't? Maybe that barbarian of a woman that bastard Plissken has around doesn't but she's unpolished just like him.

15. WHAT ABOUT PEDICURES?

Damn, like heaven.

16. DO YOU HAVE A USUAL NAIL SALON YOU GO TO?

Now baby, I got my own boys to do that for me. I don't even have to leave my apartment.

17. WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR HAIR CUT?

Like I said I don't have to go out when they'll come to me.

18. DO YOU DYE YOUR HAIR?

At times.

19. DO YOU STRAIGHTEN YOUR HAIR?

A girl's gotta do what ever makes her too damn hot for words.

20. DO YOU HAVE LOTS OF PAIRS OF SHOES?

Shoes how lame. This girl's got a closet full of boots.

21. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHOES?

Gold christian Dior's with spike heaels.

22. CAN YOU FATHOM SPENDING $400 ON A PAIR OF SHOES?

For good boots that'll barely get you a good pair of leathers.

23. DO YOU WEAR HEELS EVERYWHERE?

All the time baby.

24. CAN YOU WALK IN HEELS AND NOT FALL OVER?

Hell, I out run the cops in them.

25. WHERE DO YOU BUY YOUR CLOTHES?

Only the best but really why shop when they are brought to me.

26. DO YOU GO SHOPPING EVERY WEEK?

Yeah.

27. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE STORE?

whatever's the best style of the season.

28. HOW MUCH DO YOU USUALLY SPEND?

Price is not an issue.

29. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN DIOR?

Hell they deliver to my door.

30. DO YOU FOLLOW FASHION TRENDS?

Of course.

31. DO YOU HAVE A PAIR OF HUGE SUNGLASSES?

No, damned lame 70's bullshit.

32. HAVE YOU PUNCHED HOLES IN YOUR EARS AS A CONVENIENT PLACE TO HANG JEWELRY?

More then I can count.

33. HOW ABOUT OTHER PLACES?

You'll have to come and see if you want to know.

34. YOU REALIZE YOU LOSE GIRLY-GIRL POINTS FOR THAT LAST QUESTION, RIGHT?

Hell, who wants to be a trashy, whining princess bitch anyway?

35. HOW MANY PAIRS OF EARRINGS DO YOU HAVE?

Not enough.

36. DO YOU WEAR HOOP EARRINGS?

Yeah.

37. DO YOU HAVE A LOT OF SKIRTS?

Shorter the better but I prefer dresses.

38. DO YOU OWN ANY PRICEY SKIN CARE PRODUCTS?

Do you think I stay this drop-dead without them?

39. DO YOU GET YOUR EYE BROWS DONE?

Of course.

40. CAN YOU APPLY MASCARA WITHOUT OPENING YOUR MOUTH?

Like that's tacky ass bullshit.

41. DO YOU WEAR A LOT OF EYELINER?

No, my eyes are perfect without it.

42. CAN YOU CHANGE A SPARE TIRE?

Why would I get down there when someone else would?

43. WOULD YOU KNOW IF THERE WAS A SQUID ON YOUR MANIFOLD?

Yeah, even with all the following a girl's gotta be able to take care of herself.

44. DO YOU DO PILATES OR YOGA?

Not yet.

45. DO YOU HAVE A LOT OF MAGAZINES?

Hell Yeah.

This is now officially Hershe's domain. **Squeal** let the sassy back talk begin!!!

As sad as it is Gunrunner has no one to Rp with any longer as there are no more pre-season one characters around. So there will be a switch in this account soon. Once I get a name change token I am going to change the accont name and this will be come the domain of Hershe Las Palmas/Carjack Malone from Escape From LA or at least that is the plan at the moment. Gunrunner is by no means gone. His posts will remain here in the journal and he will be moved over to be part of house_tyree in case anyone wants to rp with him in the future or I feel the need to write for him.

I really miss rping Gunrunner and Alexia but they have gone dormant and shall be fondly remembered and reread in the future. Miss you boys.. my devil twins.

( For Future reference )

( And my animal is....Cantankerous. Well I suppose I am sometimes. )

( Not caught up in its Sex-Drive... Alexia I am not sure this fits. )

Can take this quiz here

( The Random Question Meme! from Gunrunner )

( The Random Question Meme! From Alexia )

The Carnal Lover 50% partner focus, 85% aggressiveness, 80% adventurousness

Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that: You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather pursue than be pursued and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance. This places you in the Lover Style of: The Carnal Lover. The Carnal Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, though it is often confused with terms like "player" or even "slut." The Carnal Lover is not necessarily either of those things (though sometimes is) but is instead a lover of life, romance and pleasure. The Carnal Lover is a treasure to find, though can sometimes be difficult to keep happy once found, because a Carnal Lover often loves a variety-filled life. In terms of physical love, the Carnal Lover tends to be dynamic and driven, and can therefore be quite pleasurable. Given the right motivation, and the right lover, the Carnal Lover can be a delight in bed. Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Surprising Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Liberated Lover. Congratulations! If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in the following: Nerds, Geeks & Dorks Professional Wrestling Buffy the Vampire Slayer Thanks Again! -- THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 29% on partner focus You scored higher than 97% on aggressiveness You scored higher than 84% on adventurousness

Link: The Lover Style Profile Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating

OOC: The gardens are the same ones that are shown when Cartagia comes out with his bloody hands to speak with Londo and Vir. I don’t have any pics this time…


The boat glides to a stop at the ferry dock next to the palace. A flawless set of white marble stairs lead to the hedges that mark the entrance to the imperial gardens.

Alexia steps from the ferry to the dock and grinning like a fool gently takes Tatyana’s hand to help her from the boat. He links his arm with hers and as they walk toward the stairs the human association of the Centauri man and a peacock seems to fit Alexia perfectly. There is an air of unending arrogance and pride about him that seems to shine nearly as bright as the morning sun. A smile spreads on his face and he comments

The best part of Arriving at court on the ferry is that you get to walk through the imperial gardens.

Walking slowly beside her as they ascend the stairs toward the main gardens. For Alexia these gardens were filled with memories of his childhood and the long lost happiness of his brother. It all seemed so long ago now. It was long ago by all accounts as it had been 16 years since he last walked in these gardens with his brother.

Alexia’s thoughts slowly turned melancholy as he wished Silvas and Valerie were here as well. He sighs heavily trying to hide the growing disappointment. Dread followed the disappointment. He knew his cousin would be at court. Glancing at Tatyana his eyes filled with a fearful sympathy. Alexia felt a measure of guilt for knowingly exposing her to his ruthless cousin.

After a short time the sight of the gilded doors that lead within the palace begins to lift his spirits. He was excited to introduce Tatyana to his close family despite his feelings toward the rest of them.

As they step through the door into the smaller of the two grand halls Alexia prepares for the façade he must wear in court. He had a feeling Tatyana wouldn’t much like the change but she was smart enough to know it was a ruse, at least he hoped so.

As they enter the main halls leading to the court there are numerous Centauri milling about, talking, conducting business and just socializing. A good number of the men scowl at Alexia or otherwise make it known by their demeanor that his presence is not welcome. Other men greet Alexia very jubilantly and it soon becomes obvious why. Most of the men that greet him bear guild gloves. Most of the women also greet Alexia. Nearly all of them openly flirting with him as they greet him and it appears quite a few habor a great deal of affection for him. Alexia tries to remain polite to them but has taken on an air of indifference or perhaps disinterest. Jealousy seems to hang heavy in the air from the men as well as the women who give Tatyana nasty looks and whisper among themselves.

Alexia hold Tatyana’s arm tightly to reassure her. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone said something to her or Great Maker forbid recognizes her from the Mars Colony. He takes a deep breath as they near the throne room and the less manageable and more predatory courtiers.

Lord Silas.

The voice catches Alexia’s attention and he turns to see Lady Samantha approaching them in a beautiful dress with a long gold train. With a polite and affectionate smile he takes her hand and kisses it. The kiss on her fingers makes her blush as he speaks motioning toward Tatyana.

Lady Samantha, I am sure you remember Lady Tatyana.

Samantha nods with a smile.

It is a pleasure to see you again my lady.

Alexia smiles and gives Tatyana a light kiss on the cheek as if to say. “Despite everyone else I still love you.” Smiling widely he takes Tatyana’s arm and whispers.

Are you ready to meet the Emperor?

Lady Samantha takes hold of his other arm and Alexia gets a little concerned though he tries to keep it from his expression. Thinking quickly he allows Samantha to keep hold of his arm and slides his other around Tatyana’s waist intimately. He gives Tatyana an admiring glance and whispers.

And Lady Samantha has said some of my extended family is here as well. Looks as though you are about to meet a few more people then I had imagined.

His words are very affectionate but odd because Lady Samantha has said nothing to Alexia since they arrived.

Sabotage... now there is a career I haven't tried yet.





Xenocide....well of course he's an assassin you fools.

Ko’Val smirked joyfully at the box he bore away to its destination. He carried it with pride and a little added arrogance. “If they only knew.” He mused with a laugh. He scanned the area for the gifts recipient.

He could not have thought of a better gift had he tried and he began to understand why his sister enjoyed the company of the enemy. Their sense of humor and irony was dark and twisted and somehow that seemed to make it worthwhile at times. This gift proved that sense of irony and humor to its furthest degree.

He scanned the room once more and he finally saw the one he was seeking. She sat with her mate and that seemed all the more satisfying despite the chance that it might stir a fight. The burly young Narn strode toward the table gently carrying the huge (for reference computer monitor) sized box wrapped in navy blue shiny paper and slate-grey ribbons. Stopping next to Kir’In he grins for a moment at her.

“I bear a gift for you from the Gunrunner.” He states happily as he places the gift before the Narn woman. He gives her an expectant look, he wasn’t about to leave without seeing her open it.

You can look to the left and look to the right
But you will live in danger tonite
When the enemy comes he will never be heard
He'll blow your mind and not say a word
Blinding lights-flashing colors
Sleepless nights
If the man with the power
Can't keep it under control
Some heads are gonna roll


"Some Heads are Gonna Roll"- Judas Priest




Gunrunner stood outside Christov’s door and glanced up at the security camera. The light was blinking and that was good but the light below was still on.

“Fuck.” He muttered. The security alarms were still on and so he stood impatiently pacing before the door. The occupants within were still asleep. “Occupants” was a bad word. Nadja was there as well. Gunrunner’s face contorted in disgust.

He couldn’t kill her. That would take away the satisfaction of Janus’ need for vengeance. He had been patiently stalking her for years waiting for the right moment to strike and Silvas knew Christov’s death would open that window of opportunity. He would have to find a way to keep her out of this fight. Knock her out perhaps, anything so long as tomorrow she was up and alive.

He glanced back up at the light it was still on. Silvas stared at the door. The longer he waited the more chance there was to be caught. He pulls out his boot knife and glanced down the halls. They were empty and so he quickly moved to the panel prying it from the wall. “Security first... “ He thought as he pulled out the mess of wires. “Is it yellow first or blue?” He wonders staring at the tangled mess. He shrugs and cuts the yellow one. It didn’t really matter. The silence that returns to his ears brings a proud smile to his lips as he snips the second wire and watches the door slide open.

Speed and silence were of the utmost importance and Silvas wore both like a second skin as he boldly stepped through the door. He stood listening with all of his senses. This job would have to be done in the dark which he didn’t much mind. He slipped through the main room and into the bedroom.

His eyes squint in the darkness at the two forms. He couldn’t reach out with his mind as he wished, the easy way. If he probed Christov’s mind he would wake and Silvas had no desire to face Christov and Nadja together.

He stood over the end of the bed contemplating his next move when he caught a scent coming from the bed; the mix of florals had to be Nadja. Taking a chance on gut instinct he moves to that side of the bed and whispers “Sleep” It would take a hurricane now to wake her from her slumber.

With one enemy incapacitated he swiftly rounded the bed to the other side. Silvas momentarily stood over the unsuspecting Christov. Though he could easily kill him now, Silvas’ sense of adventure demanded he have some fun with his prey before delivering the death blow.

With the knife still in his hand he poised it to strike before screaming at the top of his lungs. “Hey Christov.”

Christov’s eyes flew open. His mind swirling in confused panic. Silvas plunged the knife to the hilt into his stomach causing the man in bed to cry out.

Silvas laughed satisfied as he sauntered from the room toward the hall. He could feel the anger and the beginning of Christov’s mental assault. As he neared the door a burning pain ignited in his shoulder. He knew the pain well, the wound of a throwing knife.

Silvas whirled around to confront the approaching telepath just as the alarms began to sound. His fight or flight instinct took over as he heard the emergency alarms sound. He tried in vain to reach the knife in his back but it was just too far.

A smug smile spread on Christov’s face as he doubled his mental efforts on the now distracted and wounded telepath. Christov had yearned for this moment since Silvas had escaped his clutches and now he mused on the satisfaction he would find in removing the other eye.

Silvas struggled with the pain and the pressure that was building in his head as he stumbled backwards into the hallway. It had been foolish to try and toy with Christov and now there was nothing left to do but try and fight. Silvas fought off the onslaught as best he could but it was getting harder and harder and the blackness started to filter in. The pain was intensifying until it felt like his mind would simply fly apart.

He couldn’t maintain his footing and begins sinking to his knees. Christov knew too many of his tricks and evasions and Silvas couldn’t keep up with his brutality. Silvas covered his temples in an attempt to ward off the pain as Christov crossed the hall toward his trembling form.

Suddenly the whole silent world seemed to be filled with sound as a gunshot rang out in the empty metal halls. Christov’s mind faltered as the bullet tore into his thigh. Silvas tried to recover as the pain began to subside. Silvas saw the stumbling telepath. Running on pure instinct he grabbed hold of his ankle and with a yank sent him sprawling to the ground.

Silvas used the moments while Christov attempted to catch his breath to reinforce his own mind. With an angry snarl he plunged into his own assault as the pair of footsteps thumping toward the telepaths gave him courage. Silvas fought to keep the telepaths mind in chaos as the others approached. Christov was his equal as far as abilities were concerned but the months of torture in Christov’s hands gave Silvas a blaring disadvantage. Christov had already picked apart his mental structure once and Silvas couldn’t use any of his normal tactics. He prayed for his companions to hurry as he felt his control of Christov’s mind slipping.

Christov began to pull himself to his feet and with one last startled look at the pair who had just reached their side a final sword swipe ended the battle but was sure to bring the true war on its heels.

It seemed like Silvas had just left when the doorbell started. Its incessant ringing was irritating as Valerie pulled her self from bed to answer it.

“What now?” She mumbled sleepily.

Valerie shuffled to the door and saw Na’Loth through her blurry eyes. Sighing heavily. “What do you want?”

Na’Loth smirked; it was the kind of smirk that meant she was up to something suspicious.

“What are you up to?” Valerie yawned motioning for her to come in.

“Go put on your best dress... you know that little black one.” Na’Loth was trying not to giggle. Valerie only shuffled off mumbling about how she hated Trakis’ demands at all hours of day and night.

As Valerie dressed Na’Loth quietly let the other girls in as they arrived.

Valerie shuffled back out from her bedroom wishing to kill whoever had truly asked to wake her at this time of night but her eyes went wide as she saw all of the girls sitting in the living room. The only thing that prevented a killing spree was the smell of coffee and the warm cup that was shoved into her hand.

“Can someone tell me what is going on?” Valerie mumbled sitting on the floor where she had stood too tired to make her way to the couch.

Na’Loth smirked. “I am sure you want to help him?” The girls laughed having already been filled in on the plan.

“Help who?” Valerie questioned drinking the coffee eagerly.

“Gunrunner of course. I mean I am sure he could do with a few less assassins on his case during this job.” Na’Loth stated causing another round of laughter.

Valerie remembered now what she thought to be a dream; the man in Centauri Regalia and an eye patch. “It couldn’t be.” She thought as her mouth flew open in surprise. It was a dream or was it. She jumped to her feet and to the closet. The blue suit was missing. Valerie gasped and headed out to the girls. “Christov?” was the only word she could manage.

Na’Loth nodded and as the identical plan began to form in Valerie’s mind she gave a sly smile. “I suppose you girls want some daggers?”

She moved to pull open the panel that hid Silvas’ overstocked weapons collection when Cindy grabbed her hand. Looking at it in shock she exclaimed. “Jesus Christ girl where’d you get the boulder?” The question brought a surge of curious women to examine what had caused the stir. Valerie looked down at the ring on her finger she had forgotten about.

“Gunrunner, where else do you think.” Valerie stated stubbornly as she pulled her hand away and worked on the combination.

There was a room wide gasp as Cindy’s shocked voice squeaked. “That’s an engagement ring isn’t it?”

Valerie refused to answer.

At this moment the door bell sounded and Valerie surrounded by eager women trying to pry out her personal life cast Na’Loth a helpless glance. Na’Loth nodded sympathetically and opened the door.

Kitty smiled as she heard the usual commotion caused by having a dozen women in one place and entered. “I brought Lady Yasodra as well.” Kitty motions for the thief to follow. Much to Valerie’s relief attention has now turned to the Thief and away from her hand for the moment.

Ko’Val was hunting as he walked down the hall, any Narn could have seen that but he was among humans. His eyes were searching for a particular face in the crowd a Centauri. He was the spy within Cassius’ faction and he needed to know the score of the night

It wasn’t until he saw him that he knew how badly things were going. His body lay dead concealed behind some debris left from construction the previous day. Ko’Val paniked knowing that anyone after Gunrunner would come after his Lady and Valerie was no doubt with his sister.

“Schrock” he growled as he spun on his heels and made his way at a full trot to his sister’s quarters. Reaching the door he pounds on the door and presses the bell simultaneously and when the result is not instant he panics further assuming they have already come for her.

Na’Loth snarled as she pulled herself from her bed. If it was Trakis outside the door she vowed that she would knock him out but the sight of her panicked brother removes all humor. Ko’Val pushed his way past the young woman and waited for the door to slide shut before he spoke.

“I am so glad you are safe.” His voice was stressed and Na’Loth raised her brow unsure of what was going on and still only half awake.

“What is going on?” Na’Loth snarled at her brother the irritation of being woke up in the middle of the night finally setting in.

“It’s...well they know... about Gunrunner… the guild spy is dead I just found his body.” Ko’Val’s eyes were wide as he thought about the repercussions. Na’Loth’s hand covered her mouth as she looked away worried for her friend.

“You stay here and keep that door locked.” He stated defiantly more like a father then her brother. She hated when he treated her like that, like a child and it made her wish to defy him instantly as she watched him disappear out the door.

Na’Loth slumped into her chair as her mind struggled to understand who knew. Her mind instantly set on the Narn woman from the Moonlight and then a string of faces…she had seen her with Nadja who was the current the current lover of Christov...who… She froze and the course of action became clear.

She flew to the computer and sent out a call for the Moonlight girls to meet at Valerie’s and to bring all the friends they could. She grabbed her daggers and sword and made a desperate dash toward Gunrunner’s

Kitty woke blurry eyed to the emergency call and wondered who it could be. She deftly untangled herself from the man beside her. Not that it mattered he sleeps like a rock she mused as she pulled on her robe and headed for the other room. The sight of the Narn and the coded message that lay underneath sent Kitty into instant action as she knew there was trouble.
She dressed in a flurry though for some odd reason Na’Loth had told her to wear her best dance outfit. Why she couldn’t be sure and she puzzled at this as she headed toward Gunrunner’s.

As she headed through the shopping district she saw the thief. She didn’t personally know her but she knew that they had done business. Cautiously she approaches the thief and addresses her unsure of how to put forth the question she was about to ask.

“Lady Yasodra?”

Silvas took the less traveled halls as he headed to meet the others. Despite his desire to flaunt his identity to Christov before killing him he certainly didn’t want the whole colony to know.

Seeing the two men who waited for him brought a measure of relief. They were skilled, determined and loyal the rest didn’t matter much to Silvas. The task was going to be far from easy and a whole lot more dangerous then he would have liked but it had to be done. His mind drifted back to the woman he had left sleeping in his bed as his companions began to speak. He couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever see her smiling face again.

Glancing around his eye fills with concern, “Where’s the Psi Cop?”

Both companions shrugged. There was no time to wait and it was likely the Psi cop was already waiting near Christov’s quarters. With a brief glance between the three they parted. Each knew their part that they must play to make the job work.


( The bite of a Snake. )

I long to see the morning light
Coloring your face so dreamily.
So don’t you go and say goodbye,
You can lay your worries down and stay with me.
And don’t you ever leave.

-"Lay Down Sally"- Eric Clapton


With a grin Alexia takes her arm and begins to lead her from the ship. Even through the blindfold Tatyana can see it is sunny where they are and there is a warm breeze in the air.

The Starport must be a very busy one though she can hear two very distinct dialects of Centauri. The less common of the two she has probably never heard before. There are also a few humans and Drazi about by the voices and languages she can hear. There are many voices laughing, speaking of business and greeting each other there is a feeling this is a very busy place.

Soon Alexia stops and a Centauri voice comes to Tatyana’s ears

“Welcome My Lord….and oh there is a little surprise in the man’s voice. My Lady. This way please.”

They start walking again and the voices seem to be getting farther away. Alexia whispers to her as they stop again.

You need to sit.. I will help you.

Alexia helps her sit. The surface is soft and very plush. Alexia helps her collect her skirt and the slides into the seat next to her. Tatyana can feel as the vehicle (Mun still doesn’t know what Centauri ground transports are **SIGH**) begins to move that they are now in some sort of ground transport.

Alexia laughs softly.

It is most unfortunate that you can’t see the scenery on the way. I suppose it will be a surprise for the return trip.


He settles in and seems to become very relaxed as he wraps his arm around her. It seems to Tatyana that where ever they are allows his normal tense/paranoid/watchful demeanor to slide away.

After a half hour or so of riding Alexia leans close and whispers taking her hand to help her out.

We’re almost there My Lady.

( An Assassin's Sanctuary )

Pan Indeed, you are 58% erudite, 83% sensual, 95% martial, and 79% saturnine.

Some people have extremely sensitive nerves and tend to become startled very easily. For this we can thank the God Pan who, according to the Greeks, was responsible for the irrational terror that fills animals and humans alike. In fact we call it Panic in recognition of this weird God's twisted sense of humour. Pan was also the God of male sexuality which was made abundantly clear by portraying him with the features of a goat (well known for their fertility), from the waist on down. He kind of reminds me of the Horniwore here on OKCupid. And so does Cernunnos, the Celtic God of fertility, sexual love, the wilderness, and the Underworld. He had stag features and a wild side just like pan. The two have a lot in common. Being used as a blueprint for the Christian devil, for example. But we won't get into that now. The Fifteen Gods These are the 15 categories of this test. If you score above average in � �all or none of the four variables: Dagda. � Erudite: Thoth. � Sensual: Frey. � Martial: Mars. � Saturnine: Mictlantecuhtli. � Erudite & Sensual: Amun. � Erudite & Martial: Odin. � Erudite & Saturnine: Anubis. � Sensual & Martial: Zeus. � Sensual & Saturnine: Cernunnos. � Martial & Saturnine: Loki. � Erudite, Sensual & Martial: Lug. � Erudite, Sensual & Saturnine: Coyote. � Erudite, Martial & Saturnine: Hades. � Sensual, Martial & Saturnine: Pan.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 3% on erudite You scored higher than 52% on sensual You scored higher than 98% on martial You scored higher than 86% on saturnine

Link: The Mythological God Test written by Nitsuki on Ok Cupid

Yeah I am a surly badass..I can't help it.

Der Kommandant Achtung! You are 15% brainwashworthy, 81% antitolerant, and 57% blindly patriotic

Brilliant, opportunistic, and patriotic to a fault, and not so fond of people who aren't just like you, you are like a Nazi General. Put into Germany in the 1940's, you would have been at the top of the asshole list. Not for Nazism, necessarily, but for your own sick, twisted values. Then, out of superior intelligence (relative to other Nazis, that is), you would've climbed to the top. Conclusion: You would have been a Nazi, or at least aided them well and gladly.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 5% on brainwashworthy You scored higher than 99% on antitolerant You scored higher than 79% on patriotic

Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

( Oh, I am a dirty boy )

( No surprise )
( But I love my Crotch Rocket )

( Well I would expect nothing else. )