What a shitshow.
So, we arrived in Europe a few days
ago. Met with the local filth and finally found someone who could
translate this fucking moon-speak. And we were off to where
Playwright was killed, and where we lost our little trinket. An old
Castle, or what was left of it, off in the woods in North Poland. I
don't know the full history of the place. It got ruined sometime in
the 1800s, and we have been using it ever since for matters I also
can't talk about. Castle's last master, before us, was some Prussian
guy who was a member of the Order of the Black Eagle. He was also an
alchemist, occultist and very much aware of the world's many, many,
secrets.
But he wasn't one of us, so... His
knowledge didn't exactly bring him a happy fate. Heheheh.
While the above-ground portions of the
castle were pretty much just ruins, a lot of the subterranean
infrastructure is still pretty sturdy. Apparently our people have
been keeping the non-collapsed portions in pretty decent shape for
the past 200 years. Neat little museum, all in all. Even has a
legitimate dungeon and torture chamber. I respect that. And there
were a few little antique instruments in there I wouldn't have minded
playing with... But I admit. The modern setup I have back home is
much more effective, in general.
Though there is something... Special
about the idea of torturing a person down in a darkness that has seen
so MANY beautiful tragedies over the centuries. The history lends a
feeling I just can't imitate back home, even down in the Catacombs. I
could make the Catacombs more... Crumbly and archaic seeming... But
there is just something about the feel of the Castle. Its
indescribable. The suffering of ages infused into the very darkness
of the halls. Drinking that shit in was INTOXICATING.
My BELOVED Non-Traitorous brethren
didn't seem to share my opinion of the place though. They don't like
being in the underground. Heheheh. They were so fucking on edge the
whole time. Like they expected a monster to jump out of the dark and
tear their throats out, or something. And I don't know why. I mean. I
was right beside them the whole time. Heheh. Ah... But apparently the
lack of anyone brave enough to keep an eye on the underground gave
Mr. Loreid his window of opportunity to sneak in. Apparently
Playwright followed, but didn't call for enough backup.
I'll give Loreid this much. He did a
HELL of a job killing Playwright. They showed me the bodies, and MAN
were they not in good shape. Playwright was basically salami by the
end. Which, to be frank, makes me think Mr. Loreid is not working all
by his lonesome. His file speaks of formerly timid anthropologist.
His repeated dealings with Playwright and others have apparently
hardened him a good bit... But this? This doesn't seem quite right.
In any event, after dealing with
Playwright, Loreid grabbed the I-know-what and fucked off. And
fortunately, or SO I THOUGHT, the Euro-boys had picked up the trail.
Turns out, he found one of OUR safehouses in the area. An old Cabin.
Good for privacy, be it for recuperation without fear of Runners
hunting us down, or for fun times with captured targets. Apparently
no one had actually used it, or CHECKED ON IT, for a few months.
Well... We didn't waste any time
heading up there and kicking the door in.
I was hasty, in hindsight, and got a
face full of FUCKING FIRE for my troubles. And Loreid WASN'T EVEN
THERE. He just rigged the place with a BOMB, for when the door was
kicked open. NO CASUALTIES except for my cheerful demeanor for the
rest of the day... And all the information in the building that MIGHT have been helpful, went up in FLAME.
This brings up a question. Where the
HELL did he get a bomb from? What the HELL is with Europe Division? I
thought AMERICA was supposed to be the gun crazy place, you know? But
even the LEAST experienced of the family here are ARMED TO THE TEETH,
WITH MILITARY SHIT. And the Runners are apparently MUCH THE SAME half
the time...
RIGHT. Well... We have NO IDEA where
Loreid went, but we'll find the trail sooner or later. Gonna have to
TALK to people, be social, you know... Figure out how the hell he
found that safehouse... Spinner can take care of that. Should have
probably brought Mumbles too... Might have been helpful for what is
coming, but... Eh. Whatever. I am more than enough. More than more
than enough, really, but they tell me humility is a virtue or
something...
Well. Best I get prepared for the
comments from the peanut gallery. Miss you Doctor Spookypants. You
only commented once but you are now my favorite by default. You and
your stylish, STYLISH, attire... Lets see... Kelly, you can go fuck
yourself. And if not, hopefully the Russian guy can go do it for you.
Alpha Bitch and your little puppies.
Are you enjoying your freedom? Lets hope so. It won't last. Related
question, what is your favorite feature on Kristy? Physically
speaking, we all know there is NOT much to like about her
personality. Well... I take that back. You had to like the
personality, considering you spent all that time constructing it.
Building your own, not-so-sweet, little dolly. How precious. Gotta
say, brainwashing her like that and then having a relationship. Old
Man Banks would be so proud. Though... I doubt the you that started
this little journey of yours would quite agree. Heheheh.
Lastly... Sanna. Speaking of dollies, I
really would have expected you to have been patched up just a BIT
better by now. Most people can recover a bit from trauma, but I guess
you are just too damn weak. Curious question. Been wondering. Have
you ever gone back to that place? You know the one. Where you, me,
and those poor innocent people you had killed got to know each other
so well? Might be good therapy for you. Help you orient your mind a
bit better. See where you actually stand now. Might even be some...
Presents left there for you. Aren't I a thoughtful friend?
Oh Scratch, that is a terrible insult. Still, somewhat amusing that you try to use him to shame me when you actually worked with him before. But...I suppose you couldn't do much with that short leash on. Poor dear.
ReplyDeleteThat castle sounds lovely, by the way
*I* Never EVER worked with that piece of shit. The OTHER one did. Redlight's shitty creation. You want to talk about a lack of free fucking will... Whatever leash you think I have is NOTHING compared to what the other guy dealt with. His death was a fucking mercy.
DeleteSo I DID hurt your feelings? Oh, Wolfie... That makes me SO HAPPY. And gives me SUCH ideas to fill you up with such HATE. Good and proper hate. Not Carmine hate... Though... I wonder if you might be the recipient of that before the end. What WOULD Kristy think of you? Oh... Heheheh. But lets save this discussion for another time. I wanna SEE you pondering that little question.
You want me to hate you? No. I don't and I won't. How could I hate a beaten puppy, such as yourself? If barking makes you feel better, however, you can continue to try
DeleteWe'll see about that. When your family are under my CARE... We'll see if you still don't hate me. Heheheheh.
DeleteThat's it. There's a good boy. I wish I could give you a cookie, but that will have to wait until dinner, to which you are still invited, by the way
DeleteYou've been around for a while. You should REALLY know better than to take that tone. Others have. They've underestimated me... Well I am still here, and they aren't. Many learned to regret taking me so LIGHTLY. Don't want your family of whelps to end up like the actual Whelp, do you? Man did you EVER botch that one up. Trusting your two half-baked packmates with a job like that. You had to have known this was the only outcome... Well. Not your untimely resurrection. The whole "Whelp dying horribly" thing. And all at the hands of a guy like Osprey. OSPREY. Didn't you train Hart and Fell better?
DeleteAlthough... And I can understand why they wouldn't want to admit it... Maybe the reason they didn't put up more of a fight is because they WANTED this outcome. Deep down. They know they NEED you. You've made them utterly DEPENDENT on you. HAHAHA. How SAD.
Don't worry my little lost sibling, I'm not underestimating you, but, well I did tell you to go ahead and bark... and you did... so I was simply following that with the appropriate praise. Perhaps you can get someone there to give you a belly rub instead.
DeleteYou are still here because you were brought back with eternal life and no will of your own.
I have complete faith in Fell and Hart and their abilities. If they were so dependent on me, they would not have survived this long
Rude Starman, oh so rude, it's like you dislike me, or something.
ReplyDeleteWell I DO dislike hypocrites.
DeleteHypocrite? Well that's a new one, how am I a hypocrite?
DeleteBeen doing a bit of thinking on the nature of things. Your BELOVED. The sad truth... She is no more capable of feeling emotion than you are right now. She doesn't really love you, your idiot former self just delusional. So why does she still hang on to you? And the answer? You are her toy, her slave, loyal and useful to accomplish her goals. Her own little game, or possibly even the end of the Game. It isn't unheard of... As good old Dr. Marsh now knows, poor bastard. Heheheheh. You look DOWN on me for my servitude, but you are a slave who doesn't even realize he is a slave.
DeleteAnd I don't wanna hear about your supposed "special" connection. If you think you are the dominant partner in that little relationship, you are even more delusional than I thought. What you know about her, what you feel from her, what you see, even what you think... She controls it all. Even as you read this, I'm sure she is editing that little mind of yours to keep you from seeing the truth of it. I very much doubt your will is strong enough to resist, even if you wanted to. Heheh.
Go on, tell me how wrong I am. How I could never understand your WUV. But how do you know? Hmmm? How do you really know that what you desire is actually what you desire, and not her? How do you know she shares EVERY thing with you? That you are bonded so closely in symbiosis, when she could very well just be letting you think that. Like a good parasite. Remember where she came from. You know how HE operates. Does the apple ever fall far from the tree?
I am in the dark ALL THE TIME. NOTHING scares me now, understand???
ReplyDeletesure thing, let me hop on a plane to GERMANY sans a passport
or shall I drive there, without a car, licence OR a passport? think theyll let me in?
And once, against all odds of being crucified in customs, I get there??
let me walk into a VERY fucking obvious trap.
You know my friend Kelevra puts a lot of stock in remembering what it’s like to be human. and as the days go by I get closer to understanding what he means. and why.
because you really don’t remember what its LIKE to be human anymore, do you? to have human limitations. in travel, in mind. to be hunted. You don’t really know the things we think and the way we live. and you know what, that’s great, because it means you’re ineffective. sure, you can kill and break anyone off the street. The same way I can easily shoot a fish if I go to a barrel of them - where they’re close, tamed, crowded. But you can’t track down and HUNT someone. and that is why you will never find me, let alone kill me. as for the wolf pack, fucking forget it. you won’t be able to so much as scratch them.
you are shooting fish in a barrel and thinking it means you can hunt sharks.
"My friend Kelevra." You know he ISN'T actually your friend, right? If what he says is true, he doesn't FEEL emotions. So he literally CANNOT actually care about you in any way, shape, or form. Maybe he can go through the motions, but the truth is... If he isn't full of shit... He is NO one's friend.
DeleteYou think I don't remember what limitations are like? Well I AM flattered you think of me as so limitless, but... You are sadly, horribly, wrong. Oh I remember what limitation feels like. Not a day goes by that I don't think about what was, and isn't any longer. Heheheheheh. Being hunted isn't so bad, there are things far, far worse. Try being trapped. Now THAT is a true hell... You know. I did somewhat expect better from you than a "Woe is Me" routine. You CAN travel. You can go anywhere. Just takes a bit of effort, and Will.
I broke you down, but I didn't DESTROY you, you know that right? You CAN build yourself back up. But you haven't. What does that say about you?
You think I can't track someone? Hold that thought. No, don't worry. You aren't worth my time. Never even stopped by on the way to Poland. The threats are good for a giggle on here, but you are self-destructing enough as is. I didn't even realize it at the time... But I already killed you. And soon enough your body will realize it.
ok, so he's kelevra? He only ever cared for his goals and interests. That hasn't changed. Maybe I was a little late in realising it was always like that. But for a few reasons I'm not out of the habit of calling him my friend.
Deleteit's not "woe is me" so much as it is a basic calculation of risk and reward: why would I go through all that trouble to walk into a trap? What;s the best case scenario for me there? That there's nothing? Not exactly worth a detour through several borders.
that works for me. Keep it that way. Maybe I'll be the one hunting you down one day. now that would be a fun challenge.
Fun challenge? Oh GOD you are starting to sound like Kelly.
DeleteRisk and Reward, eh? I think you know as well as I that your brain is not exactly working right these days. I just wonder if going back to where it all went wrong might have some effect on you. Positive effect, maybe? Probably negative... But what if it isn't? Think about that a little bit.
I shall add myself to this exchange, since I am being talked about.
DeleteIt's true what Starman says, I can't actually be your friend anymore, considering the whole "faking emotions" deal. However, because of that, I also CAN be your friend, because I'm forcing myself to feel in order to not slip into the endless knowledge that my darling contains within herself.
And I do it, by going off of what I felt prior to my death and my past self felt companionship towards you, so naturally, I will be emulating that feeling. But I don't see why that matters, if this little factoid was disregarded and put aside, we can still be friends, if you want to, it's not like I have any goal-oriented reason to betray you.