Finally up

As sad as it sounds, I really can’t keep up with everything. I started classes last week, and honest to god, I don’t have any time left in the day… and we just started, so the work load is pretty much non-existent. I can only imagine how much busier I’ll be during the next months, as the deadline for the job we have as final starts.

So, it saddens me to say this, but I’ll be going into an indefinite hiatus that may, or may not, end in January 1st. I say may, because if an actual job spawns from all this, I may not return at all. We’ll see.

In the mean time, those who want my skype or other contact data can ask for it. And, you can still talk to me here, though I may be slow replying to asks if they come in.

Good bye, I’m sorry, and I’ll hope I’ll see you soon again.

Kisses. 

As sad as it sounds, I really can’t keep up with everything. I started classes last week, and honest to god, I don’t have any time left in the day… and we just started, so the work load is pretty much non-existent. I can only imagine how much busier I’ll be during the next months, as the deadline for the job we have as final starts.

So, it saddens me to say this, but I’ll be going into an indefinite hiatus that may, or may not, end in January 1st. I say may, because if an actual job spawns from all this, I may not return at all. We’ll see.

In the mean time, those who want my skype or other contact data can ask for it. And, you can still talk to me here, though I may be slow replying to asks if they come in.

Good bye, I’m sorry, and I’ll hope I’ll see you soon again.

Kisses. 

"Well shit, looks like you’re a grower instead of a shower, huh?" Definitely not the best time for another subtle innuendo, but Oz really couldn’t help himself with that one. Though, as he talked, his eyes scanend the alley, looking for anything that might be of use in the comign scuffle he knew was going to happen no matter what. 

A mischievous smirk worked it’s way onto his features when he spotted his way out. As the axe came swinging down over his head, Oz had already rolled to the right, hoping the other might be dominant with his right hand and have trouble swinging the axe by putting th epwer behind it with his left hand. That, and he’d found himself a pile of garbage cans that he was definitely going to use to his advantage. 

When he spotted Oz again, the lid of a can was flying towards him. And though Alan was a quick gargoyle, the lid still hit him in the head, making him take a step back. He shook his head a few quick times, just enough to remove the dizziness, and his eyes scanned where Oz was.

He was much more concerned with Alan’s tight grip on his arm and the way he was manhandling all the way across the street into the dark alley he’d been trying to avoid all night. “Are you this forward with all all the demons?” He asked with a dry chuckle as the other pushed him up against the wall. “You’re lucky I like it rough,” he muttered with a wrinkle of his nose, just barely tolerating the harsh handling of his body. 

"I wouldn't expect you to." Alan's lips twisted into a tiny smirk as he reached for something on his back. From beneath his jacket, he pulled a long rounded object that resembled a staff. Only it was a lot shorter than a staff, and it quickly grew two shiny blades on opposite sides.

The axed gleamed under the little light of the alley. The metal look ancient, though the perfect state of it made it look like a brand new object. As if it had been brought from beyond time itself into the present.

Oz shrugged his shoulders as he listened to Alan’s questions, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the other’s questions. He wasn’t trying to delay the other, he was more or less stalling until he could come up with a feasible way out of the situation, and so far, he had nothing.

He had ignored all the other jokes and puns. How the demon called him a stiff and made of stone, making fun of his condition as a gargoyle. And that was enough to make it personal enough that he decided to deny Oz of his drink.

Alan grabbed him by the arm, tightly, and steered him across the street. He was counting on Oz not making a scene, but in the evnt of such thing, he had ways out. "End of the line, demon." He said, pushing Oz against a wall hoping the man would stumble into the ground.