Hi people, it's been a while and that's because I've decided to stay silent and train for a while... well, if you consider "over a month" as a mile, in which case you have a fucked up sense of time like me.
So basically, we have two people in our party now- a proxy named Myrir and a guy named Jerome. I don't know these people and I generally enjoy staying away from the main group, but O'Zalia got me up to greet them, and I finally got to see O'Zalia the Great Psychic make a faux pas right out of Buffy. Honestly, I chuckled a little when he said, "There is a thing in your stuff!" but I was cackling wildly inside and I think he could hear it. So if I don't make another update it means I am dead. Very, very dead... or vegetized. Then Myrir explained she's pregnant to someone named Malkator's child. I asked Isaac who he is but he just stared off for a while, looking pissed and about to kill something, so I'm deciding to do my own research eventually, but I kind of got the jist that he's some kind of modern eldritch Perseus.
Then I found out that Jerome was an Emissary and... kind of flipped. See, at this point the only Emissaries I knew were bad, bad people- Jerard and Camazotz and this Nolla Row lady- so the fact that there is an Emissary on our side makes me more than a little suspic
Oh. I just got a mental IM from Isaac. Apparently he's an Intended Emissary as well. Well... this is awkward. ...dare I try to see if tinfoil will work, because I can't blog while someone's mentally looking over my shoulder.
Anyways, after our last little mission, O'Zalia went off on his own and found one of Nolla Row's henchmen. Not only that, he killed said henchmen, with seemingly no scars to prove for it. He told me all about it afterwards. Apparently, the spear he carries is fireproof, so it worked pretty well since his opponent was a fire elemental.
He's also been helping me truly master the voices inside of me, and practice intense concentration. He said he based it off of Tibetan meditation and the practices of Tulpa, to try to create illusions similar to him. It kind of works, but it barely fades into view, changes colors spordadically, spins around in midair then disappears. So... for now that's a total flop.
He's also been teaching me to perfect my Static Screech, and he's helping me come up with new tactics. And I got to say, that's pretty damn cool-
...and Isaac just telepathically said, "Damn right it is." GET OUT OF MY HEAD O'ZALIA. MENTAL SCREECHOWFUCKNOMYHEAD.
Okay. So I got to sign off. More meditation and concentration. Woo hoo, said sarcastically.
Kord.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
The Meeting
O'Zalia planned this. It was supposed to work out so well. But it didn't. I don't know why, but somehow the whole damn plan backfired on us. O'Zalia was able to break into one of Nolla Row's people's minds- maybe they weren't in a close enough vicinity or something- and pinpointed the location of the meeting they were supposed to be at. They were supposed to be at the old industrial Cadillac factory.
Old, spooky, and good enough for a Batman villain. Heh. More like good enough for Bat Man. As in Camazotz. As in I suck at jokes. As in I should probably get on with it.
Also, Collector Rho did some bloodwork and found that the fungus was fused directly to my blood cells, right atop the nucleolus or something. Right in DNA storage central. She wanted to run some more tests, but enough was enough. She did ask a couple questions, of course. Mainly about my life before. Then I asked questions about her life before all this shit went down. She says she can't remember life before this shit.
...memory. Touchy subject with Archivists. Anyhoo- so... we took Tom along with us, just to bring in some possible backup, though if the mentally enhanced superbraniac and I were in a spot, a kid with some moderately handy knifework (I've been in prison and I've seen better than that) and a small .38 won't do much good. Unless he had some cool powers of his own. I asked O'Zalia about this on the way there. I asked him why doesn't the other three get ... granted superpowers or something. O'Zalia said something about equilibrium and protecting the peace of humankind and the warping of the fabric of the universe. And Demi-Gods.
He explained about a couple of the Demi-Gods. He talked about the Game Master, whoever the fuck that is (I remember hearing him interrogating one of Row's lackies about it... Jerard, I think), and some of the sick things he did. Then he talked about others. Mainly he talked about Benjamin Malkator. He took on a somber tone to his voice when he told me about the brave things he did in his life, the lives he saved and the straight up supervillains whose asses he kicked with his Archive-y soul-eating-mouth-y powers... I'm trying to build a mental barrier around my thoughts right now by-the-by. If he heard me call the brave Malkator kid that, he'd tear my heart out with his mind, I bet. He seems like the person who takes out his loss and sorrows on a hapless sap, good guy or no. And I ain't gonna take that chance.
OH RIGHT THE PLAN
Well, you see, we went there to the old abandoned factory. O'Zalia noticed that he couldn't feel any mental presences from within the building. He then slowly turned open the door and made sure it didn't creak when we stepped in. It didn't matter anyways. I could have asked Them politely and They may have muted the sound. But to each his own, I guess.
Camazotz ambushed us. He sent out a wave of screeching bats. O'Zalia countered and used his telepathy to rip the nails out of the door and impale four of the bats. I heard Camazotz screaming somewhere in some kind of empathically-linked pain. O'Zalia then tried tracking the mental presence, but he knew as well as I that it was no use. As long as he was under Nolla Row's care, the only way we could locate him is if he came out to face us... unless...
I heard O'Zalia tapping his foot on the floor, waiting patiently, eyes like a hawk, and I took the advantage. I used the echoes bouncing off the surfaces and used it to track the sound difference... there was a moving figure to the right, hiding in the shadows. I rushed without warning, and O'Zalia called after me. Too late, and I was bombarded by swarms of bats. O'Zalia came in, and used his telepathy again and broke the necks of about a dozen of the things. Then Camazotz came down. He flew down from the rafters with two bat wings coming out of his back.
"Serves you right for trespassing into someone else's territory."
O'Zalia was calm and collected as he demanded, "The Game Master. What do you know about him and what is Row planning?"
"Oh, come now, Isaac. You think you don't know. You may have erased the Game Master's body from existence, but he's a resilient thing. And you just erased his body. You didn't erase his memory, his soul, his influence on the things around him. It just needs a new shell. Enough worship, enough raw eldritch power... and maybe a new shell can be formed."
"So you're going to bring back the Game Master!? You're going to let the man who murdered Benjamin Malkator come back and kill thousands for the rest of time!"
"Yes I am. Tough titties, telepath!"
O'Zalia may have had intense mental capacity, but it didn't mean his likely days as a lowly grunt proxy didn't pay off. He picked up a metal pipe and hurled it like a javelin right at Camazotz. The pipe went right through him... and the smoky, fog-like hole where the pipe ripped through rippled back into place... and Camazotz' false image flickered out of view.
"Where is he!?" I yelled.
"Maybe I'm over here!" Camazotz laughed behind me. I turned to look at him, and his image faded like a burnt out light. "Or maybe I'm over here! Or over here! Or is it over here!?" Images of him flickered into view throughout the whole building.
I chose to find the one that was moving... which one of these things just doesn't belong here. And I sent a bolt of sonic waves at it before O'Zalia could tell me to stop. It reverberated around, booming in our eardrums, making O'Zalia grit his teeth and close his eyes and making me kneel to the floor and grab my ears in pain. When I got back up, Camazotz was gone- save the bats O'Zalia killed.
It's my fault. He got away because I didn't realize what shooting off a sonic bolt would have done. I should have known when I tracked Camazotz by the echo. I should have told O'Zalia when I tracked Camazotz by sound, instead of rushing off. I was careless, and I failed.
I have thinking to do.
Old, spooky, and good enough for a Batman villain. Heh. More like good enough for Bat Man. As in Camazotz. As in I suck at jokes. As in I should probably get on with it.
Also, Collector Rho did some bloodwork and found that the fungus was fused directly to my blood cells, right atop the nucleolus or something. Right in DNA storage central. She wanted to run some more tests, but enough was enough. She did ask a couple questions, of course. Mainly about my life before. Then I asked questions about her life before all this shit went down. She says she can't remember life before this shit.
...memory. Touchy subject with Archivists. Anyhoo- so... we took Tom along with us, just to bring in some possible backup, though if the mentally enhanced superbraniac and I were in a spot, a kid with some moderately handy knifework (I've been in prison and I've seen better than that) and a small .38 won't do much good. Unless he had some cool powers of his own. I asked O'Zalia about this on the way there. I asked him why doesn't the other three get ... granted superpowers or something. O'Zalia said something about equilibrium and protecting the peace of humankind and the warping of the fabric of the universe. And Demi-Gods.
He explained about a couple of the Demi-Gods. He talked about the Game Master, whoever the fuck that is (I remember hearing him interrogating one of Row's lackies about it... Jerard, I think), and some of the sick things he did. Then he talked about others. Mainly he talked about Benjamin Malkator. He took on a somber tone to his voice when he told me about the brave things he did in his life, the lives he saved and the straight up supervillains whose asses he kicked with his Archive-y soul-eating-mouth-y powers... I'm trying to build a mental barrier around my thoughts right now by-the-by. If he heard me call the brave Malkator kid that, he'd tear my heart out with his mind, I bet. He seems like the person who takes out his loss and sorrows on a hapless sap, good guy or no. And I ain't gonna take that chance.
OH RIGHT THE PLAN
Well, you see, we went there to the old abandoned factory. O'Zalia noticed that he couldn't feel any mental presences from within the building. He then slowly turned open the door and made sure it didn't creak when we stepped in. It didn't matter anyways. I could have asked Them politely and They may have muted the sound. But to each his own, I guess.
Camazotz ambushed us. He sent out a wave of screeching bats. O'Zalia countered and used his telepathy to rip the nails out of the door and impale four of the bats. I heard Camazotz screaming somewhere in some kind of empathically-linked pain. O'Zalia then tried tracking the mental presence, but he knew as well as I that it was no use. As long as he was under Nolla Row's care, the only way we could locate him is if he came out to face us... unless...
I heard O'Zalia tapping his foot on the floor, waiting patiently, eyes like a hawk, and I took the advantage. I used the echoes bouncing off the surfaces and used it to track the sound difference... there was a moving figure to the right, hiding in the shadows. I rushed without warning, and O'Zalia called after me. Too late, and I was bombarded by swarms of bats. O'Zalia came in, and used his telepathy again and broke the necks of about a dozen of the things. Then Camazotz came down. He flew down from the rafters with two bat wings coming out of his back.
"Serves you right for trespassing into someone else's territory."
O'Zalia was calm and collected as he demanded, "The Game Master. What do you know about him and what is Row planning?"
"Oh, come now, Isaac. You think you don't know. You may have erased the Game Master's body from existence, but he's a resilient thing. And you just erased his body. You didn't erase his memory, his soul, his influence on the things around him. It just needs a new shell. Enough worship, enough raw eldritch power... and maybe a new shell can be formed."
"So you're going to bring back the Game Master!? You're going to let the man who murdered Benjamin Malkator come back and kill thousands for the rest of time!"
"Yes I am. Tough titties, telepath!"
O'Zalia may have had intense mental capacity, but it didn't mean his likely days as a lowly grunt proxy didn't pay off. He picked up a metal pipe and hurled it like a javelin right at Camazotz. The pipe went right through him... and the smoky, fog-like hole where the pipe ripped through rippled back into place... and Camazotz' false image flickered out of view.
"Where is he!?" I yelled.
"Maybe I'm over here!" Camazotz laughed behind me. I turned to look at him, and his image faded like a burnt out light. "Or maybe I'm over here! Or over here! Or is it over here!?" Images of him flickered into view throughout the whole building.
I chose to find the one that was moving... which one of these things just doesn't belong here. And I sent a bolt of sonic waves at it before O'Zalia could tell me to stop. It reverberated around, booming in our eardrums, making O'Zalia grit his teeth and close his eyes and making me kneel to the floor and grab my ears in pain. When I got back up, Camazotz was gone- save the bats O'Zalia killed.
It's my fault. He got away because I didn't realize what shooting off a sonic bolt would have done. I should have known when I tracked Camazotz by the echo. I should have told O'Zalia when I tracked Camazotz by sound, instead of rushing off. I was careless, and I failed.
I have thinking to do.
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