Hi everybody! Did you know that if I carved some of Clark's magic pictures on his skin, he could use them like magic spells? hehehehehehehehehahahhahahahahahahahahahahahhahheheheheeheeeheheheehe
Peekaboo, Sister.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Interesting Occurrences
Lucia is asleep now, bless her. We've all been bone tired for some reason, even though it's been quiet.
Lucia was so quiet that she fell asleep holding her phone, so I plugged it in for her. I noticed the picture she was looking at.
At first I had thought we had posed for a picture that I hadn't remembered taking, but then I saw the glasses. They were the same ones she kept with her for so long, perched on the face of my Doppelgänger. I realized that it must have been Ren there, staring back at me with my face. Our faces are so similar, it was quite jarring.
I don't think I have any reason to take offense, though. I honestly don't think she knows. Obviously, I am bringing it to her attention, but I'm not angry. If anything, I'm more amused by it.
In other news, Tony's happy with the finished product. If is, as he called it, his "Proxy Masher," quite literally a glove that I have runed to multiply any momentum upon impact with an object above a certain amount. Simply put, when he punches something, it pushes several times harder than he does.
The Promethean has asked me for permission to leave Foster, which I am granting, on the condition that he does come back before night. I'll give him illusions to appear as a human, though, so nothing occurs unseemly.
As for Lucia, other than what was mentioned before, on our trip into the city, she bought a miniature bobcat figurine, that I think I might try some new glyphs I've been experimenting on. Don't worry, it will not be anything dangerous or intrusive, but I think she will enjoy it.
I seem to be developing a habit of spoiling her... Oh dear...
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Videos from Foster 1
Please forgive my addled and quiet speech in this video, I was, and still am extremely tired.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I'm not sure I can do this anymore
I can't even find time to type even with my sped up perception of time. Things have been... bad since Tony and I arrived at our destination yesterday.
When we arrived at her house, the door was closed, but the hinges and latch were shattered, meaning that the door had been broken in and replaced. We carefully pushed the door inward, and that's when we heard something, like a low, strained hum. Thanks to Tony and my respective horror media, we both recognized it as muffled screaming, and it was on the same floor we were on. Obviously, we didn't delay in running toward the source.
You see, I had visited her house once before, because the dear had asked to meet the person Tony was such a good friend to take care of. Her first floor is a large rectangular loop, with a living room, kitchen, and dining room all open to each other with the stairs and bathroom in the middle of the house, like this:
Thus the sound had to be coming from the dining room. Tony went left through the kitchen and I went through the living room, to catch whatever was there off guard. When I ran past the couch by the stairs, there was a Proxy, looking in the direction Tony would come from. I dispatched him quickly. Then Tony made it around the corner, and tripped on something. That's when I took in the scene in the dining room.
Her head was hanging upside down from the ceiling from her esophagus like some sick pendulum, skin flayed off her face in the design of one of those masks they wear. Her stomach was impaled on one of the chandelier's arms, and her intestines led under the garbage can by the back door, under Tony's foot, and into the kitchen. Then I knew what Tony tripped on.
I saw the rest of the body on the table, and I shifted time to get a blanket from the bedroom to cover it. Tony didn't need to see that. There was no way I could hide that head from him in time though.
Tony's reaction... was understandable. I've only gone into as much detail as I have on her body so I could avoid describing his reaction. Understandable is as far as I'm willing to go.
We're home now, Lucia is trying to comfort Tony, and I'm in the forge designing something for Tony. He wants a glyph that multiplies force when something touches it. I'm not sure what for, but... this has been a bad day...
When we arrived at her house, the door was closed, but the hinges and latch were shattered, meaning that the door had been broken in and replaced. We carefully pushed the door inward, and that's when we heard something, like a low, strained hum. Thanks to Tony and my respective horror media, we both recognized it as muffled screaming, and it was on the same floor we were on. Obviously, we didn't delay in running toward the source.
You see, I had visited her house once before, because the dear had asked to meet the person Tony was such a good friend to take care of. Her first floor is a large rectangular loop, with a living room, kitchen, and dining room all open to each other with the stairs and bathroom in the middle of the house, like this:
Thus the sound had to be coming from the dining room. Tony went left through the kitchen and I went through the living room, to catch whatever was there off guard. When I ran past the couch by the stairs, there was a Proxy, looking in the direction Tony would come from. I dispatched him quickly. Then Tony made it around the corner, and tripped on something. That's when I took in the scene in the dining room.
Her head was hanging upside down from the ceiling from her esophagus like some sick pendulum, skin flayed off her face in the design of one of those masks they wear. Her stomach was impaled on one of the chandelier's arms, and her intestines led under the garbage can by the back door, under Tony's foot, and into the kitchen. Then I knew what Tony tripped on.
I saw the rest of the body on the table, and I shifted time to get a blanket from the bedroom to cover it. Tony didn't need to see that. There was no way I could hide that head from him in time though.
Tony's reaction... was understandable. I've only gone into as much detail as I have on her body so I could avoid describing his reaction. Understandable is as far as I'm willing to go.
We're home now, Lucia is trying to comfort Tony, and I'm in the forge designing something for Tony. He wants a glyph that multiplies force when something touches it. I'm not sure what for, but... this has been a bad day...
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Trials of Creation
The first thing I'm going to say is that if any of you call me a deity, I will personally turn you into a coffee table.
Next on the agenda is the identity of the being who has been posting anonymous comments on vrious blogs while Lucia and I have been in Foster.
It is a Promethean: a sentient, living being crafted from clay, animated by magic. Yes, I made it. Please look again at the first sentence of this entry.
I call it 'it' because it is as basic as a self-aware being can be. It has no sense of uniqueness, no identity beyond self-existence, not even a sense of gender or name. It is a complete blank, and I wish for it to develop naturally. It is also learning language, which is why it refers to me as 'him' and Lucia as 'her', often incorrectly.
I created it so that there would be someone who could venture out to post in Lucia and my place. Imagine my lack of surprise when Lucia proceeds to post in person anyway. I swear at times she is trying to make me die early, and yet.
I expect that the Promethean will be posting for me for a time, as Tony and I are taking a trip to our town to check in with his girlfriend. Tony hasn't been able to get in touch with her, and knowing the kind of world we live in, this is concerning. I expect us to be back in two days maximum, and Lucia knows how to activate some of my glyphs in case of emergency. I will check in when I return.
Next on the agenda is the identity of the being who has been posting anonymous comments on vrious blogs while Lucia and I have been in Foster.
It is a Promethean: a sentient, living being crafted from clay, animated by magic. Yes, I made it. Please look again at the first sentence of this entry.
I call it 'it' because it is as basic as a self-aware being can be. It has no sense of uniqueness, no identity beyond self-existence, not even a sense of gender or name. It is a complete blank, and I wish for it to develop naturally. It is also learning language, which is why it refers to me as 'him' and Lucia as 'her', often incorrectly.
I created it so that there would be someone who could venture out to post in Lucia and my place. Imagine my lack of surprise when Lucia proceeds to post in person anyway. I swear at times she is trying to make me die early, and yet.
I expect that the Promethean will be posting for me for a time, as Tony and I are taking a trip to our town to check in with his girlfriend. Tony hasn't been able to get in touch with her, and knowing the kind of world we live in, this is concerning. I expect us to be back in two days maximum, and Lucia knows how to activate some of my glyphs in case of emergency. I will check in when I return.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Lucia has been seeing a prowling Proxy out in the backyard who's been smart enough to avoid the various rune traps I have set up. She hadn't told me. The worst part is it looks like the late Ren.
Even more to the point, the Proxy's glasses looked like Ren's, so I took it upon myself to go see if the glasses were still in Pennsylvania where she left them.
I went.
I didn't like what I saw.
The glasses weren't there. Instead, carved where the glasses should have been was "LⓍki has eyes"
I know the phrase that came from. Anyone with a rudimentary knowledge of Norse mythology does.
Loki has eyes in the forest.
Written with the Operator Symbol. I can only guess this meas that Ola'asu is in the forest, or a mass of Proxies. I'm back with Lucia and Tony now. We're preparing for all Helheim to break loose.
Even more to the point, the Proxy's glasses looked like Ren's, so I took it upon myself to go see if the glasses were still in Pennsylvania where she left them.
I went.
I didn't like what I saw.
The glasses weren't there. Instead, carved where the glasses should have been was "LⓍki has eyes"
I know the phrase that came from. Anyone with a rudimentary knowledge of Norse mythology does.
Loki has eyes in the forest.
Written with the Operator Symbol. I can only guess this meas that Ola'asu is in the forest, or a mass of Proxies. I'm back with Lucia and Tony now. We're preparing for all Helheim to break loose.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
A Mausoleum of Sand
Hey guys, this is Tony, posting because Clark is unusually glued to the ps2 right now. It's the first time in a whiel he's just plain relaxed and had fun, though so I'm not complaining. What game is he playing you assk? Naruto Shippuden Ultimate Ninja 5. Yes, our ps2 plays improts, BITCHES! And yes, Clark is glued to the game of what he calls 'the least refined anime in exisance'. And yet, there he is, ripping me a new one with Tayuya / Gaara / Yellow Flash / everyone he plays as. Oh, the title? whenever he play's Gaara, he shouts 'Sand Coffin' over and over. and over. I'm prety sure he's making a real life version oustide, actually. Goddammit, Clark.
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