I cannot begin to elaborate on my displeasure. I truly doubt you are capable of understanding the depths of it; perhaps that is of my own choosing to not allow you such a chance.
I became alert to the happenings when Proxy 85 threw himself into the fire. I ordered recon, observe only! The result of him disobeying an order was him nearly killed. 269 only intervened upon the last minute. This displeases me further yet does not surprise me in the slightest.
Thuggee's pet managed to eliminate 269's body, tending to the beast himself I could not waste the time to give my right hand something he was used to. I had to resort to tossing his consciousness into the nearest corpse the few times he found himself dead. My pet did something right; I came upon the gruesome discovery as to what he was doing. Dare I admit to smiling at my pet's cleverness; his murders all this time were placed within a circle around the mansion. Every body undiscovered; kept true to his word about working to complete the circle.
Despite the fact this corpse he inhabited was injured severely I punished him. Failure; for not intervening sooner when 85 recklessly sought to defend my targets. To put it mildly; that body fell dead and I thrashed his conscious being until it laid beaten. I spent time piecing together a new body afterwards.
Proxy 85 is healing, the child trembles with reason. He will be wiser than to be so headstrong in the future.
The battle itself was known to be a challenge, I saw through my pet's eyes a split moment before going to their aid. I personally went, despite a clone typing this now I did not allow such to face Thuggee. There is a difference between a clone and the master of them when it comes power.
269 is by and large not an easy target to eliminate, especially against you humans. It took a few tries in every body I flung 269's conscious into. Evading Thuggee was a primary concern while 85 was rendered useless, if not nearly dead. My charge managed to crawl out of the way; only when I pulled forth a horde of clones from various locations across the globe did my charge escape. I had a single one remove his form from the building.
My targets gone and having taken 85 with them I found no more use in staying; my purpose there was served. I took 269's injured form and left the filth hole. Let the claimed Hand of the Gods relish in a building in ruins with one cooked corpse, if he thinks such a victory I pity him.
I located where my pet was and teleported to him, 269 and myself appeared within a motel room with those upon my list. I examined each one of them briefly before lifting the boy off the bed. We left the fighters to tend to their battle wounds, my objective is greater than they at the moment. Count yourselves lucky, resistance; had it been the beginning of summer I would have taken all of you without a single thought.
Mercy has befallen you and I have many things to do.
I report now I am well, mere flesh wounds and the mental warfare is already recovering. Might I remind you I earned my position; my use is not in the battlefield but it does not mean I'm not capable. Proxy 85 needed immediate medical attention and was graced with it, we will be having a very strict lesson in disobeying orders when he recovers. 269 has been dealt with accordingly and is presently stretching his new body. His mask is damaged thoroughly, not by the battle but previous affairs with a certain Road Runner. He was punished severely for giving her the time of day; I care not she's one of his asylum wenches.
If you are curious on the status of the fighters I will report they are breathing. Their injuries range, they are all disturbed mentally but I trust they'll return to their stubborn ways in time; or break under the pressure.
I can assure you the being known as Thuggee and his pet Dodgy are a case that will be looked into effective immediately. This old well of souls has a job to do, I do remember telling you all that I am quite effective at this job, did I not? My purpose was served at the battlefield. Thuggee dares to begin assaulting His? I welcome him into war.
This new player to the field brings forth more troubles, such a burden to tend to so much work. My clones will have to continue the hunt; Prosper will solely have to tend to the resistance, 85 when he heals; and it would seem I will have to invest my personal time into creating a counterstrike.
Very well. His enemies shall come to understand my position; a businessman must protect his investments and his superior.
It would seem now is the time for this body to be put to use properly.
A global watch has been initiated.
A counterstrike has begun.
Such a pain.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
0.22
Proxy 85 has been issued to 269's side for strict recon purposes. After analyzing his state and altering some previous issues he was released to full duties. 269 will be continuing to further his work while I tend to another hunt as well as the dreamers. 85 will remain stationed as an observer until further notice.
I have been working around the clock, of course time seems to matter little after so many years. Some appealing candidates have come to the table, I will be looking into them one by one.
It is official, Gallows and Graves are awaiting duty to be called into the battle as well. Congratulations, permission to exit your filthy wasteland will be granted when I see fit. I will admit that the two of them play not to rules previously established, for ones that serve Him they are as rebellious as the fighters. I am considering that as long as they do their job when called to it nothing else matters.
I am aware I have left a majority in confusion as to my change in course from the Lady, Cultist and the rest of their party. The treasure being sought is not one to report on just yet. Not until we have it. There are many leads that need to be exhausted, I am grateful for my multitasking capabilities.
Catching up on some of my targets I have come to a conclusion I am in need of burning down a building and eliminating evidence. I'll need to change my suit so on that note I'll bid you all a farewell. Until next time.
I have been working around the clock, of course time seems to matter little after so many years. Some appealing candidates have come to the table, I will be looking into them one by one.
It is official, Gallows and Graves are awaiting duty to be called into the battle as well. Congratulations, permission to exit your filthy wasteland will be granted when I see fit. I will admit that the two of them play not to rules previously established, for ones that serve Him they are as rebellious as the fighters. I am considering that as long as they do their job when called to it nothing else matters.
I am aware I have left a majority in confusion as to my change in course from the Lady, Cultist and the rest of their party. The treasure being sought is not one to report on just yet. Not until we have it. There are many leads that need to be exhausted, I am grateful for my multitasking capabilities.
Catching up on some of my targets I have come to a conclusion I am in need of burning down a building and eliminating evidence. I'll need to change my suit so on that note I'll bid you all a farewell. Until next time.
Monday, August 22, 2011
0.21
I intend to keep this short. My meeting with The Avatar went smoothly. After the events with the Lady of the Shade and her escape I was forced to forfeit one of my charges to go in place for a deal that was made. Proxy 85 has once more returned to me. It was refreshing to engage in such a meeting with that man, might I say I do enjoy the company of one that is well mannered.
As well, I have noticed there is a little busy bee floating around and searching for honey. My dear you have so much to do, do realize there are eyes watching now, however. I hope you do your homework properly unlike that first go.
My attention has been brought upon potential candidates for hire as well as some previous ones. My my, the company I'll be around is surely questionable.
With my charge at my side we return to our work. The boy will be sent off for another recon mission while I attend some other affairs.
Do not ask of my affairs for there will be no answers.
There is much to do.
Yours truly,
Thy Executor
As well, I have noticed there is a little busy bee floating around and searching for honey. My dear you have so much to do, do realize there are eyes watching now, however. I hope you do your homework properly unlike that first go.
My attention has been brought upon potential candidates for hire as well as some previous ones. My my, the company I'll be around is surely questionable.
With my charge at my side we return to our work. The boy will be sent off for another recon mission while I attend some other affairs.
Do not ask of my affairs for there will be no answers.
There is much to do.
Yours truly,
Thy Executor
Friday, August 5, 2011
0.20
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.
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.
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.
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