Monday, January 5, 2015
April 7, later still (part 2)
Not a shabby bunch o’ fellas, if truth be told. I have a 92 percent compatibility rating with them. And yes, they’re pretty easy on the eyes. I’m trying to make myself as open to the possibility to this clan as with Clan Seot ... but my number 1 prospect is a hard act to follow.
Still, I can’t say I see anything amiss with Dramok Aslada, Imdiko Meyso, and Nobek Jaon. They look as good stat-wise as my first pick.
Dramok Aslada is chiseled perfection as far as looks go. Dark, kind of brooding. Stunning. Me likey. He’s a territorial governor living on a different continent than where the Matara complex will be located, but he says that will be no problem when it comes to visiting and making time for me while we get to know each other.
Imdiko Meyso ... hello handsome. That’s a dashing fellow that gives me visions of romping all over him. He’s more of an intense Betra-type than Cifa seems to be. There’s a lot of warmth in his demeanor, but he still puts off a more serious vibe. With his chosen profession, it’s no wonder. He’s a brain surgeon, of all things. I wonder if he’d be a good candidate for my mom’s issues.
Then there is the Nobek, Jaon. Just let me say, “Wow.” Big ol’ veined muscles. Big chunk of a man. He didn’t say much in the introductory vid. His smile was friendly enough, but I had visions of him eating raw, bloody meat for some reason. There is an intensity to him that makes me glad I’m not one of the people he goes looking for. He’s kind of a version of an Earther parole officer, except his job consists of hunting down escaped convicts and the most dangerous of felons. I have hopes that he’ll show some of the same personality that Larten did once we start talking a little more. Surely no one can be that serious all the time, right?
I introduced myself and gave them the same spiel that I’d given Clan Seot about my mom staying in my life no matter how things turn out with her treatments. I want all the rough stuff right up front with these suitors so I can quickly weed out the one that won’t work out for me.
I ended up rushing my message a little. I kept hearing funny noises from my sleeping room off and on while I recorded it. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my imagination. As soon as I finished recording and sent the message off to Clan Aslada, I went to have a look.
I saw nothing amiss in my bedroom. I even challenged the spirit to come out and stop being a pussy. There was no answer, so maybe I was just hearing things. This is getting pretty old. Thank goodness Betra is spending the night with me.