wanna sell your soul

[tsubame]

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Munkustrap

You are Munkustrap!



You are a definite leader, and others respond well to your self-confident and responsible handling of difficult situations. Intensely loyal, you'll always fight to the finish for your friends. However, sometimes transferring responsibilities can help others grow. Don't be too hard on yourself, and make sure you give others a chance before taking over.

Which Jazzy Jellicle Cat are You?

Dunno about the leader bit, but Munkustrap has always been my favorite. Ah, Cats, what a great musical . . .

Was exploring in London today, finding some of the more out-of-the-way sights. These include St. Clemen Dane, the official church of the RAF (heard the special chimes at 3 o'clock, too), Temple Church, which was originally the base of the Knights Templar before the order was forcefully disbanded in 1327, Twinnings tea shop (I'd been there before, but this time I got to go in), the outside of the Royal Palace of Justice (going in next time, I think), and the Sir John Soane Museum. Great fun. Spoils for the day include a tin of Earl Grey Tea, a few other Twinnings blends I wanted to try in individual teabag form, another fancy tea tin, and the last issue of 1602 which I finally found at the comic store near the British Museum. Took me a fair bit of searching, actually . . . well, it wasn't at David's Comics, and it wasn't at the Forbidden Planet Megastore . . . eh, it was worth it. I was Pleased with the ending, yes I was.

Creativity after spending an hour or two reading manga today shot skyward . . .

'Rabbits?'

'It is harder to hunt as a human, but not impossible.' The gryphon prodded the still shapes with a forefinger. 'I never bothered with such small, weak prey before, but for humans, they are suitable.'

'I think I'll refrain from taking that in the spirit in which it was intended,' the mage said wryly, flipping over one of the rabbits to inspect the stab wound in its shoulder. 'Effective as ever, I see. I'm surprised you didn't eat already, if you're so hungry.'

'It is different, now,' the gryphon said. 'I like . . .' he paused, and frowned. 'Now it is better to eat them after you are done burning them.'

The mage laughed, delighted. 'High praise, from you. I'm glad my efforts meet with your approval. Lend me that claw of yours, then, and I'll get started.'

The gryphon's golden eyebrows drew together in annoyance, but he handed over the kitchen knife, handle first, and then rose smoothly to his feet. 'I will get more wood for the burning.'

'Cooking. It's called cooking, not burning.'

'When you cook, it is called burning,' the gryphon said over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the trees.



Oh, and Gravitation is officially my soundtrack for Brighton.