Spiritual Descendant Of Joan Of Arc

It will be posted as soon as I can get the laptop, the Internet, and livejournal to work at the same damn time. Unless one of the TAs are around and would like to post movie. Today Annja was going to talk about Elizabeth I. Sorry about this. I have had nothing but system issues the last two weeks and today bring holiday mucked up me posting from work. Also trying to do the whole class on phone would be too difficult -- though I did ponder it.

Annja didn't have even the smallest trace of a hangover when she opened up her office for the day.

She got out some notes and was ready to be cheerful or demure for whatever parents showed up today to talk to her about their students.

For the record, she would even refer to her class as Women's History instead of the real name. Better to shield her students from parental disapproval.

She had been a student not too long ago, after all.


[[OOC: Oh so very open.]]

Annja was in her office working on the subject of Friday's class.

The problem with this was she kept going back to the phone messages she had been left that stated Roux and Garin would be here this weekend. The problematic thing being was that Roux wanted to see what kind of class she was teaching. (He was still so dman amused that was a teacher here.) It was a good thing that she had already done a class on Joan because who knew what those two would try to add into it?

She could always use distraction from the thoughts of her pseudo family coming to the island and her class that wasn't getting written.

There were pancakes and all kinds of other things going on in the kitchen of the Lighthouse Cottage this morning.

Annja and Sean were awakened early and were both making up breakfast for their four daughters that were having way too much fun running about in the cottage and exploring the Lighthouse.

"Shawna and Stana, don't go up those stairs unless Dad and I are with you!" Annja hollered from the kitchen. "Jenna, no, I did not quit college, yet. Psyche, how can you eat five of those things at a time?"


[[OOC: For the husband, the kidlets and anyone who wants to come visit.]]

Annja was busy unpacking books and putting them up in the room of the lighthouse cottage that she had designated as office/library. There were two desks in here already, and she had finished getting the bookcases moved in and set up this morning.

Had the bedrooms been set up at all? No. Had any of the other rooms been set up in any way? Not really.

This would be why Sean, being a very smart husband, had decided to make a trip out for food since he was doubtful she would remember to eat anything until at least this room was set up to her own standards.

The door of the house was open and there was music blasting as Annja worked, so if you wanted to visit or see who was moving in you'd probably just have to come inside to say hello. It was highly unlikely that Annja would hear anyone knocking.



[[OOC: Oh so very open with the warning that tags will be slow due to work and illness. :D Sean modded with permission.]]

So both Roux and Garin had arrived sometime this evening and she really was surprised that they had managed not to kill each other. Apparently, they were trying to work out some sort of truce since both of them were determined to be there for her graduation.

She thought they were perversely amused about the idea of playing her family and watching her graduate high school for the second time in her life. It wasn't as funny to her.

She had stopped by Sean's room and now the two of them were outside of Roux's hotel room where they were meeting both Roux and Garin. She gave Sean a faint smile and knocked on the door.

Through gathering evening, Annja ran.

Not so much for fear of her own life. To her own surprise she felt little concern for that. Rather, for her mission. The thought that her mentor might have labored half a millennium to find the sword, and to find a new champion, only to have his labors made futile by such men as these made her blood boil.


( Sadly, Being Shot At Was Something She Would Have To Start Getting Used To )



Once she was safely down, she reached into her back pack to see if her cellphone was still working. Relieved that it was, she slipped into her pocket and started walking along the streambed until she could locate the road she had seen from up on the bridge. Once she got to the road and managed to get a lift with a farmer, they headed to the main town. Once the towers that meant phones would now work, Annja made first a call to Roux to tell him that there had been trouble with mercenaries at the village and that Don Felipe had been killed. After he assured her he would take care of the situation, she dialed another number. Once that call was done, Annja climbed out of the truck with her backpack. Heading for one of the places that had a bit of shade, she sat down, taking her first aid kit out of her bag. After she cleaned up her injuries as best as she could, she once more opened up her cellphone, dialing a number from heart.

When the voice on the other end answer, she let out a breath of relief. "Hey, Sean, It's Annja. I need a fast and safe ride home."






[[OOC: Shamelessly copied and then cribbed together from the first chapter of Rogue Angel Book #2, Solomon's Jar, by Alex Archer. This would have gone up last night I fell asleep earlier than normal.]]

It started with an early morning phone call on Tuesday from Roux telling her about a manuscript that he was pretty sure would lead people to an artifact that they had no right having access to. He also stressed how much damage could be done by these people if they -- in other words she -- didn't get to it before they did.

It followed with her making a few phone calls and heading to the mainland to catch a plane.

( Where Do You Send The Girl Who Has Been Living In Fandom For The Last Two Years? The Peruvian Jungles, Of Course )


[[OOC: And thus begins Annja's Book 2 adventures! NFB due to distance. Not for interaction, but OOC is loved like pie!]]

This was not how she had planned on spending her Saturday -- afternoon or evening. She had no idea where these damn annoying things had come from, but she was tired of them.

The thing is, these little bastards had been expecting her to be easy to overwhelm, and then she had pulled out her sword. Even when she started hacking and slashing at them with her sword, they kept coming.

That would be why she showed up at Sean's door, bleeding, annoyed as all hell... and probably glowing from the fighting like she usually seemed to do.


[[OOC: For the boyfriend/husband person.]]

No new kid this time, but I love info posts! And look, this time it's shorter and with bullet points!


( We Came, We Saw, We Didn't Quite Conquer -- The Empath )


( Life Is Like A Horse - You Ride It Or It Rides You -- The Princess Of Thieves )


( Why Do You Waste Your Time On Them? They're Useless. -- The Witch-Sorcerer )


( I'd Like To Die Old And Famous. -- The Sword Bearer )


( All I Wanted Was To Make Friends, Meet Boys, And Keep On Being Ordinary. -- The Necromancer )


( Pithy Quote Is Pithy -- Me )