Swords

[tarotgal]

You are a claymore! Large sharp, double-edged,
your very name means great. If you have one
weakness it is that you're heavy and
cumbersome.

What kind of sword are you?
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Whoo. Not a surprise at all :-) Especially since this is my favorite sword of all time! I was tempted to answer the questions I knew would lead me to the katana... but I answered honestly and am VERY happy with my result! Go Scottish weapons! Mmmm... has memory of ambiguous discussion between but-kicking-chick-number-2 and Duncan in episode 'Patient Number 7' in Highlander 7th season...
Kyra: "I've never met a Scotsman before. Tell me, are they well-armed?"
Duncan stops in the process of taking off his shoes, and looks at her, one hand on his hip: "What exactly do you mean?"
Kyra, innocent: "I mean their swords, of course. What did you think I meant?"
Duncan, momentarily nonplussed, but not for long: "Oh. Uh, your French toad-stabbers, they're fine for some, but . . ." He turns away, finishing with mild contempt, " . . . they're kind of puny."
Kyra sits up: "You think them small?"
Duncan: "Och! They're hardly worth your while." He continues, with a slight note of smugness creeping into his voice. "A Scotsman's weapon, that's another matter." He gets in the bed. "Once it gets going, there's nothing that can stop it."
Kyra lies back, making a noise of almost disbelief: "Really?"
Duncan: "Aye." He holds up his hands, curving them around the imaginary, um, sword. "Two hands to hold the thing." He hefts the imaginary object illustratively. "I doubt you could even hold it." He suddenly clears his throat, and prepares to lie down.
Kyra: "Surely you exaggerate."
Duncan: "No. Not a wee bit." He pulls the covers up. "Come to Scotland and I'll show you."
Kyra, confused: "Scotland?"
Duncan looks at her in mock amazement: "You didna think I could bring it in here, did you? I mean, the bloody thing wouldn't fit through the door!"
Kyra: "Oh. You mean your sword."
Duncan: "The claymore, of course." His voice turns sly. "What did you think I meant?"

*giggle* Ahhhhh nothing good for a giggle during an otherwise horrible episode then sexual ambiguity in a flashback. My Robert carries a basket-hit claymore, actually! Ug... my Robert is mad at me because I haven't finished writing his novels yet. Maybe I'll forget I mentioned my Robert.

I tried to go to sleep... it didn't happen. I have a meeting I must leave home for in less than 3 hours... grrr! I took headache medicine... isn't kicking in yet. I'd like to write, actually. Part 3 in both of my Obi series are calling to me... write... you know you want to. But no... I'll try to sleep again. *sigh* Real life. I'm going to be working my butt off this week... hopefully I'll find time to squeeze in Obi, but I'm not counting on it *pout*