I have seen come Sunday things became quite interesting. The woman that titles herself as Road Runner, a former follower of His might I add; assisted in the escape of the Lady whom my pet, 269; attempted to intercept. While the Road Runner proved to be capable she proved to be even more so devious. Manipulating the situation within her favor to both distract 269 and push the Lady further into the direction she wishes.
I commend the Bird of Prey for her deceit. To use that of a friend of the Lady's as a diversion. To set aflame my pet; to burn him alive until there was nothing left.
I now hear news that the mutt and the corpse that follows close behind have taken one of the females from my list. Displeasure courses through me.
269 has been remade after his death; he was disciplined accordingly and put back together afterwards. That is literal for the most part, might I add. Victor and the Oracle have taken the Lady which leaves 269 to pull together his act; while slaughtering has been effective a new means must be sought. Things are to be done; properly.
Perhaps I shall involve myself soon; for now I still have other work.
Liam, glad to see you and your comrade are doing well. Figure out yet I speak the truth or are you still in denial? No rush; I am sure you will find out sooner or later.
Mystery Cultist, perhaps you should be looking elsewhere.
The Lady, wherever you are; do take more caution with Road Runner in the future. Considering your captors might I as well suggest you do not make yourself look appetizing?
Road Runner, do not take me as a fool. I know what game you aim to play with us and them; there will be no success for you.
I have a meeting among things to attend to now. Farewell in the meantime.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
0.19
Everything is in working order; we are making excellent timing. I have a scheduled meeting to attend to soon but with recent interests peaked another clone will take the place. When do they not, however? An acquaintance of mine I am eager to meet face to face with.
Liam and his fellow Degtyrev were back within Canada; the Black Pirates Pub was of a calm setting. The clone that types this to you now is the one that changed his disguise to a her disguise. The one that was originally devoured was a female with auburn hair, early twenties. Playing with her face and resurfacing the taken identity was all to simple.
If beauty bore any weight to us perhaps she'd be considered such. Perhaps; I say. It was not difficult to target the one I sought; Liam with his comrade at a round table alone. There were some empty bottles sitting on the table; the timing was flawless with alcohol already lacing through their system. Ordering two more drinks for them and popping the caps it was a simple tilt of the hands and both drinks were slipped their seeds.
I brought myself to the edge of the table; a single act that caught their attention. Perhaps it was the dress? The beers slid across the table, the heels caught a nearby chair and slid it over into my reach. There was silence as I sat my disguised self down and straightened; the woman's face I wore smiled ever so pleasantly at the two men.
Unaware they took the drinks and began making small talk. It was all too easy; living as long as I you become used to disguises; with as many consciousnesses as I have within me differing personalities are an easy tool of the trade to use. I watched every sip taken and counted down; their minds so blinded by the womanly figure to take notice in what was infecting their alcoholic beverages.
They began to weaken; tiring from the slipped roofies within their drinks. I found myself purposely leaning forward and encouraging them to get to their feet and leave. The resistance was none; if only a remark or two about their grogginess.
Upon leaving the pub I grasped both of them and we were gone; before any could take notice. I brought them to a very special place; the Lady would recognize it I do not doubt.
The chill of the small building ran through; I pulled the men up as they stumbled and began to sag from the drug. Within one of the cool rooms sat two tables upon opposite sides of the room; I dragged them each upon one before shedding my disguise. Oh how Liam tried to focus and stay awake; he managed to pull out his firearm and place a few rounds within this replaceable body.
Commendable, boy; means little to one such as I. His gun faltered and then dropped out of his grasp; fighting to stay awake prevented little. He collapsed upon the table only a little after his companion.
We played with one another; delving into his mind proved to be a challenge. Like the Lady herself he was sensitive; he resisted greatly. The weapons the mind can conjure within something akin to a lucid dream is quite fascinating. Yet I am of power when you all dream; be it awake or asleep. Did I not show you that with the Lady; despite her resistance?
I broke his attempted mazes; his weapons meant little to me. He ran and he fought which ultimately backed him into a corner. Like I found in a few others there was a barrier covering over something not meant to be seen. What is this; oh Liam, who are you? Perhaps I shall question what are you?
To say you are special is barely scratching the surface. All of the death that plagues you; years of war and seen famine because of it. Every conquest ever made. The battle scars I have found; what it is I believe you to be may just be true. Your little self going mad within this head of yours; caving beneath the stress that was there long before this.
Poetic. You have nothing to blame but what you are. Holding back, boy? Why not become what it is you are?
Your fellow Degtyrev knows about conquest; does he not? Quite the headstrong male. Not as crazy as you, is he? Easier to play with him; by a bit at least. Yet what is he to you? Just as important but not the one that has my interest.
We played our game and I released you both come sunrise. I left you miles from your town within the woods; I even awaited until you awoken before I left. Generous babysitter am I to you; encouraging you to see just how special you four are.
May you get some rest; perhaps see a therapist? You will need it in the coming months.
Liam and his fellow Degtyrev were back within Canada; the Black Pirates Pub was of a calm setting. The clone that types this to you now is the one that changed his disguise to a her disguise. The one that was originally devoured was a female with auburn hair, early twenties. Playing with her face and resurfacing the taken identity was all to simple.
If beauty bore any weight to us perhaps she'd be considered such. Perhaps; I say. It was not difficult to target the one I sought; Liam with his comrade at a round table alone. There were some empty bottles sitting on the table; the timing was flawless with alcohol already lacing through their system. Ordering two more drinks for them and popping the caps it was a simple tilt of the hands and both drinks were slipped their seeds.
I brought myself to the edge of the table; a single act that caught their attention. Perhaps it was the dress? The beers slid across the table, the heels caught a nearby chair and slid it over into my reach. There was silence as I sat my disguised self down and straightened; the woman's face I wore smiled ever so pleasantly at the two men.
Unaware they took the drinks and began making small talk. It was all too easy; living as long as I you become used to disguises; with as many consciousnesses as I have within me differing personalities are an easy tool of the trade to use. I watched every sip taken and counted down; their minds so blinded by the womanly figure to take notice in what was infecting their alcoholic beverages.
They began to weaken; tiring from the slipped roofies within their drinks. I found myself purposely leaning forward and encouraging them to get to their feet and leave. The resistance was none; if only a remark or two about their grogginess.
Upon leaving the pub I grasped both of them and we were gone; before any could take notice. I brought them to a very special place; the Lady would recognize it I do not doubt.
The chill of the small building ran through; I pulled the men up as they stumbled and began to sag from the drug. Within one of the cool rooms sat two tables upon opposite sides of the room; I dragged them each upon one before shedding my disguise. Oh how Liam tried to focus and stay awake; he managed to pull out his firearm and place a few rounds within this replaceable body.
Commendable, boy; means little to one such as I. His gun faltered and then dropped out of his grasp; fighting to stay awake prevented little. He collapsed upon the table only a little after his companion.
We played with one another; delving into his mind proved to be a challenge. Like the Lady herself he was sensitive; he resisted greatly. The weapons the mind can conjure within something akin to a lucid dream is quite fascinating. Yet I am of power when you all dream; be it awake or asleep. Did I not show you that with the Lady; despite her resistance?
I broke his attempted mazes; his weapons meant little to me. He ran and he fought which ultimately backed him into a corner. Like I found in a few others there was a barrier covering over something not meant to be seen. What is this; oh Liam, who are you? Perhaps I shall question what are you?
To say you are special is barely scratching the surface. All of the death that plagues you; years of war and seen famine because of it. Every conquest ever made. The battle scars I have found; what it is I believe you to be may just be true. Your little self going mad within this head of yours; caving beneath the stress that was there long before this.
Poetic. You have nothing to blame but what you are. Holding back, boy? Why not become what it is you are?
Your fellow Degtyrev knows about conquest; does he not? Quite the headstrong male. Not as crazy as you, is he? Easier to play with him; by a bit at least. Yet what is he to you? Just as important but not the one that has my interest.
We played our game and I released you both come sunrise. I left you miles from your town within the woods; I even awaited until you awoken before I left. Generous babysitter am I to you; encouraging you to see just how special you four are.
May you get some rest; perhaps see a therapist? You will need it in the coming months.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
0.18
I have taken it upon myself to investigate a certain expedition within the Alps. Have I captured your attention; those that know that of which I speak? Very good, things. I followed this team as they traveled from Italy to the Alps, as they searched for our precious find.
I followed as they left to France and decided they had spent long enough; I wanted details. I approached a small team that is apart of the group known as Blackwater at the Notre Dame Saint Michel Hotel. I intercepted the boys within the hallway as they approached their quarters; the colorful floors and mellow walls making them stand out. Their hands were already on their weapons at my appearance; I do so doubt my masked face gave them any positivity. Alas, I was not there to be a menace; unless they wished me to be so.
I offered them polite conversation even with the barrels raised. Army boys; I determined what they say about these things to be true. They refused my conversation so I offered them a bargain; that too was rejected. The tie was fixed into place before I began pulling apart the walls; their guns firing in my direction. To hit a man that can teleport is unlikely in most cases; Grof, their team leader, fired his cursed grenade launcher clipping my reappearance and singeing clothing.
The little devils ruined my suit with their petty attempts at eliminating my clone. I managed to separate the children, the Russian and American boys, Degtyrev and Baxter; were caught within the fiery hallway as the other two, Grof and Liam; were caught within the quarters with myself.
I pulled a second clone into combat to distract the lesser officer; the leader is who I came to speak with. Oh what a conversation we had; he swore and raged like the beasts from my previous encounters. I took what scarce information the leader offered; disappointed I turned my sights upon the other boy. His gun fired a final bullet into my clone; it vanished unable to withstand further torn organs. The young soldier turned to me; I grabbed him and relocated to the room next door; his back cleared the desk, the resistance of his bullets putting more holes within me proving more bothersome.
As I searched his mind he flipped open a blade, I assume it was taken from one of his pockets now; and stabbed through my tie into my chest. The lack of satisfaction at my lack of reaction would have been most entertaining had my own amusement bore any weight. Liam gave me little like the leader. Displeasing little thing; rude and vile, I cut open his neck until I felt the bone at my fingertips. He gurgled and he screamed even so more obscenities. Intriguing; the boy did not die. Only when the boy realized where my hand was and why the pain was so severe did the panic show. He stared at me with such confusion; even with the covered eye holes of my mask I wondered if he could see me as clearly as I him. Oh, pet; you amuse me so. The ripe fear that tore through your mind; my, my; what fear he showed.
I retracted and pulled out yet he did not stop. Bleeding all over himself; the wound still open. He leveled the gun barely; it wouldn't stop faltering as he wheezed. He fired his little bullets; rather than play any longer I left the boys with their torn apart hotel. Information proved of little use; it would appear this lead was more of a waste. My personal interest has been quirked; Blackwater boys you hide a secret within you. Congratulations; you have reached my list. This is but the first of our times together.
Let us hope next time for your sakes you have something of use, hm?
I followed as they left to France and decided they had spent long enough; I wanted details. I approached a small team that is apart of the group known as Blackwater at the Notre Dame Saint Michel Hotel. I intercepted the boys within the hallway as they approached their quarters; the colorful floors and mellow walls making them stand out. Their hands were already on their weapons at my appearance; I do so doubt my masked face gave them any positivity. Alas, I was not there to be a menace; unless they wished me to be so.
I offered them polite conversation even with the barrels raised. Army boys; I determined what they say about these things to be true. They refused my conversation so I offered them a bargain; that too was rejected. The tie was fixed into place before I began pulling apart the walls; their guns firing in my direction. To hit a man that can teleport is unlikely in most cases; Grof, their team leader, fired his cursed grenade launcher clipping my reappearance and singeing clothing.
The little devils ruined my suit with their petty attempts at eliminating my clone. I managed to separate the children, the Russian and American boys, Degtyrev and Baxter; were caught within the fiery hallway as the other two, Grof and Liam; were caught within the quarters with myself.
I pulled a second clone into combat to distract the lesser officer; the leader is who I came to speak with. Oh what a conversation we had; he swore and raged like the beasts from my previous encounters. I took what scarce information the leader offered; disappointed I turned my sights upon the other boy. His gun fired a final bullet into my clone; it vanished unable to withstand further torn organs. The young soldier turned to me; I grabbed him and relocated to the room next door; his back cleared the desk, the resistance of his bullets putting more holes within me proving more bothersome.
As I searched his mind he flipped open a blade, I assume it was taken from one of his pockets now; and stabbed through my tie into my chest. The lack of satisfaction at my lack of reaction would have been most entertaining had my own amusement bore any weight. Liam gave me little like the leader. Displeasing little thing; rude and vile, I cut open his neck until I felt the bone at my fingertips. He gurgled and he screamed even so more obscenities. Intriguing; the boy did not die. Only when the boy realized where my hand was and why the pain was so severe did the panic show. He stared at me with such confusion; even with the covered eye holes of my mask I wondered if he could see me as clearly as I him. Oh, pet; you amuse me so. The ripe fear that tore through your mind; my, my; what fear he showed.
I retracted and pulled out yet he did not stop. Bleeding all over himself; the wound still open. He leveled the gun barely; it wouldn't stop faltering as he wheezed. He fired his little bullets; rather than play any longer I left the boys with their torn apart hotel. Information proved of little use; it would appear this lead was more of a waste. My personal interest has been quirked; Blackwater boys you hide a secret within you. Congratulations; you have reached my list. This is but the first of our times together.
Let us hope next time for your sakes you have something of use, hm?
Sunday, July 10, 2011
0.17
Congratulations ladies. You managed to survive Limeport Asylum. Your run in with the mutt and the one who holds his leash was entertaining. Lady, it is a shame you lost such a potential lead. Your dreams tell you more than you realize, however; perhaps you should look there more often. Fret not, thing; I do not weave webs there... yet.
Mystery your sister and I had a nice time together. She is a cruel thing; is she not? Your blood has disowned you and you them. That is alright, however; you have this family left. When they run slim in numbers you can become our example. We have patience, thing. Plenty of it.
That mutt almost had you two. Should be more careful in the future. Rabid dogs bite first, tear second, and kill last. There are no questions. I do believe all the employees under my influence prove to be an example of that. His leash bearer and master only encourage this behavior; there is no changing the mutt. You two should remember that.
Oh yes; one thing. Bird of Prey who I see now; do watch yourself little miss. You wouldn't want to break those wings or have them broken, would you? Tread carefully, you are walking upon thin ice and you have only just begun.
I will remain overseeing Prosper's operation now and then. My search has begun elsewhere. Awaiting the return of my charge as of now; we will begin the investigation.
Shortly now.
Mystery your sister and I had a nice time together. She is a cruel thing; is she not? Your blood has disowned you and you them. That is alright, however; you have this family left. When they run slim in numbers you can become our example. We have patience, thing. Plenty of it.
That mutt almost had you two. Should be more careful in the future. Rabid dogs bite first, tear second, and kill last. There are no questions. I do believe all the employees under my influence prove to be an example of that. His leash bearer and master only encourage this behavior; there is no changing the mutt. You two should remember that.
Oh yes; one thing. Bird of Prey who I see now; do watch yourself little miss. You wouldn't want to break those wings or have them broken, would you? Tread carefully, you are walking upon thin ice and you have only just begun.
I will remain overseeing Prosper's operation now and then. My search has begun elsewhere. Awaiting the return of my charge as of now; we will begin the investigation.
Shortly now.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
0.16
I have been generous to you all. Lending what little personal time I have in order to answer you. It is very pleasant to be back in business; I have added more copies into the world than I had previously. Each effectively working on you dreamers. Have you seen me? I walked the grounds of your minds yet not even a handful of you recall. Such is the way my life goes.
Mystery Cultist, you are as naive as you are crafty. Have you considered the message a little more? Probably not, hm? It is alright; I can forgive you. Give it time, child.
269, the Second Death has come to be. Build everything up and let them watch it fall. Let the First Death be the last.
While my copy is typing this to you I am enjoying myself on the island. The sand inside my dress shoes is warm and bearable now that things are proceeding forward. I may have lost the girl before but perhaps it is for the better. Yes. I see that now; there are many layers that need peeling away. Do not worry, Lady; you will be playing with some of my colleagues instead of me personally. I have others to cast my attention upon; you should help Mystery Cultist solve that message and keep and eye out.
I must turn my attention on another matter in the meantime. Do enjoy my copies and my pets; dreams, always seeing you.
The Search has begun.
Mystery Cultist, you are as naive as you are crafty. Have you considered the message a little more? Probably not, hm? It is alright; I can forgive you. Give it time, child.
269, the Second Death has come to be. Build everything up and let them watch it fall. Let the First Death be the last.
While my copy is typing this to you I am enjoying myself on the island. The sand inside my dress shoes is warm and bearable now that things are proceeding forward. I may have lost the girl before but perhaps it is for the better. Yes. I see that now; there are many layers that need peeling away. Do not worry, Lady; you will be playing with some of my colleagues instead of me personally. I have others to cast my attention upon; you should help Mystery Cultist solve that message and keep and eye out.
I must turn my attention on another matter in the meantime. Do enjoy my copies and my pets; dreams, always seeing you.
The Search has begun.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
0.15
I do enjoy it when hunches begin to take a turn to becoming factual. Only lightens my mood; my copies have begun to spread once more. More consciousnesses taken; bodies washed up. Re-purposed, I do enjoy it when a plan comes together.
Prosper is doing mighty fine; such a good little pet. I did enjoy seeing the present he left the Lady of the Shade. How you tease her little toy of mine. You have permission to take the leash; I look forward to seeing what chaos you bring. Proceed.
Onto the true meaning of this post. Mystery Cultist; I am very disappointed in you. A hysterical mother and you flee from her; not a very good daughter. She wanted to tell you a very important message. Poor little thing; she mopes now. Sleeping most of her days away. Not a very fun plaything, Mystery Cultist. The woman is so depressing; agonizing just to deal with her at times; but ah, the dream state allows me such pleasures; to erase such troubles.
You should have listened; I do believe you have time scamper on back to her. Listen to what she has to say before there is nothing left but gibberish drooling out of her mouth. Unless that is something you would prefer; given your dislike for your family.
Should you wish to save your mother from this fate all you need to do is listen. I will relinquish my hold. Should you not; well one less thing nagging you. That means, however; the message is lost and you lose something of value.
Respond when you have chosen.
Prosper is doing mighty fine; such a good little pet. I did enjoy seeing the present he left the Lady of the Shade. How you tease her little toy of mine. You have permission to take the leash; I look forward to seeing what chaos you bring. Proceed.
Onto the true meaning of this post. Mystery Cultist; I am very disappointed in you. A hysterical mother and you flee from her; not a very good daughter. She wanted to tell you a very important message. Poor little thing; she mopes now. Sleeping most of her days away. Not a very fun plaything, Mystery Cultist. The woman is so depressing; agonizing just to deal with her at times; but ah, the dream state allows me such pleasures; to erase such troubles.
You should have listened; I do believe you have time scamper on back to her. Listen to what she has to say before there is nothing left but gibberish drooling out of her mouth. Unless that is something you would prefer; given your dislike for your family.
Should you wish to save your mother from this fate all you need to do is listen. I will relinquish my hold. Should you not; well one less thing nagging you. That means, however; the message is lost and you lose something of value.
Respond when you have chosen.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
0.14
I find myself growing tired; something that has not happened in quite some time. Victor has proven himself to be a hassle. Every copy of mine he takes from this world I feel fading. This is not simply killing; not like when a target gets a lucky shot. Those can just be remade. Victor on the other hand thoroughly consumes my copies. I am not going to bother explaining to you simpletons just what my copies are. I can feel my splits vanishing; it tears out fraction of me. Like plucking out a piece of hair. Like a soul being torn from the well.
I felt the remaining few vanish. There was no one he had left to go after but the original. The second the final one was gone I could feel his attention; exhilarating. Victor appeared from the shadows less than thirty seconds later. I welcomed him; congratulated him for seeing my true face; then vanished. He pursued me; as I am sure you are well aware.
My cabin in Iceland forever abandoned; shame for I was cozy there.
Saw Rome; Victor took out a column trying to grab me. Went to Spain; Victor crushed a horde of chickens and roosters. Visited Canada; dodged a moose; he tore it in two. We strode to the Caribbean; little too hot for my suited self.
Avoiding his grasp was a necessary precaution. With the report on The Executioner's demise I was quite certain no good would come of it. Upon entering the United States he managed to grasp the back of my suit, however. He was strong enough to pop the buttons off; it only served for me to slip out of it. I was gone again with him right behind me.
The next time he grasped me he tore my tie in two. How unprofessional. He was quick to adapt like the Lady of the Shade; only because like she; he could see the true me. The phantom that the dreamers never remember; the one those of flesh do not think twice of; but not these two. This era was showing promise.
Yet these promises were rejecting me; she; him. Perhaps the latter of which is only partially true; Victor looks to consume me like I have they.
When he came the next time he did so brutally; he reached me the moment I exited. His white; masked face pulled from the darkness; like an impending doom; his body, far larger than my own; broke through the fabrics of this reality. Allowing his hulking mass to keep hold of me was not on my list of things to do.
I was forced to relocate immediately once more. I reached out to a distraction and ported; appearing within a park only populated by a handful. That handful being of those I was expecting. The filthy rat growling only yards away. Victor came out next to me; his arm grasping my own but a sudden roar broke our attentions from one another. The colleague I locked onto was pulling off a darkened child; throwing the little girl into a nearby tree.
The atmosphere shifted; focus off me and upon the proxy. I watched as Victor advanced; vanishing as he moved so quickly and began tearing into Wildman immediately. Blood was drawn upon first contact; the shredding of fabrics; shedding of hair; patches of skin torn from the flesh; bones cracked. Like the Lady of the Shade described; like she remembered; an opening formed within Victor; from it tentacles sprang grasping Wildman within a strong hold.
Another colleague to be dead; better him than me.
I vanished from the warm sun to the cool air that came out of the mouth of the cave. I glanced to the flowers; poppies and lotus; herbs mixed within. The only place to ever feel as if it were a home to these old bones. The Mediterranean Sea air brought with it a nice scent; already putting off the days spent under Victor's strain. The entire island of lush green and other assortments of colors adding to it.
Cool and damp; the only warmth coming from the torches I lit. I followed through; passing the wall of a mosaic woman. It tugged a smile onto my face; mask removed and within my grasp. A beautiful sight; a familiar face; a past that was just that.
I looked forward to relaxing within the springs; may I tell you now it is quite refreshing.
I do not plan to leave soon. After Victor's chaos I need to lay back and regroup. It will be an easy recovery but one that will take time; splitting that many into the world again will need some altering. The process of re-purposing so many consumed consciousness’s can take time.
For now a copy types to you here; within a neighboring country to where the true me lies.
Sorry readers; looks like I live still. Your Lady was not avenged; not that he was looking to avenge her to begin with. Your enemy lives; the one you hate with such a fragile reason.
I expect delays with my posts and replies until things are organized once more.
To the dreamers I tend to now; those of the flesh and reality are all spared for the time being. Still upon my list, however; your comrades will only make it grow in due time. Of this I am sure.
With that said; I bid you a good night. For I have dreamers to attend to.
I bid the Lady a good morning; happy birthday; am I correct? I believe I read that right during your stay here. Well it would be a happy one had you made it home. Let us hope you do not turn up dead. Would be rather cliche if you do not mind my say so.
To your Mystery; where ever you may be; I am enjoying the panic you have stirred.
Last but not least; to your Victor; we must do this again sometime in the late future. It is a shame you did not devour some of theirs.
Farewell.
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