I am returned

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Rejoice, for I have completed my sojourn to the West Coast. I stand now before you newly bronzed and lightly bruised by less familiar fists, as is the hazard of training away from one's generous donor of a healing factor. I may even be in time for the fall term. . . . Probably.

So, what have I missed?

Comments

[x-rictor.livejournal.com]

I didn't turn into a werewolf. That would be silly.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

I beg to differ. Being a werewolf is quite entertaining.

Just . . . avoid large felines.

[x-rictor.livejournal.com]

No. See. I was a large feline. And attacked your sister.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see.

. . . actually, upon closer consideration I find I do not. What?

[x-rictor.livejournal.com]

Simple Version: Guatemala sucks

Not So Simple Version: We ended up smack in the middle of a revenge by a crazy native woman and the guy who burned down her village. I saved her life, she got me possessed and turned into a were-jaguar and tried to eat your sister before I broke the evil guy's neck and she let me go.

Supposedly anyway. I don't remember any of this.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Ah. So . . . a typical Saturday here, then.

You have my sympathies. Attempting to consume one's acquaintences due to involuntary reflex is quite a troublesome condition. I hope you suffer no ill effects from doing battle with my sister's hair.

[x-rictor.livejournal.com]

Yes, you would know, wouldn't you. Your sister's hair is fine. She's more pissed off about the clothes I ruined.