Meeting

I saw that post by Myrir. Yes, I did give her her password back. Felt like I should. And, of course, she's looking for me, along with Jerome. What occurred in their last post interested me, so after much thought, I decided to lead them to me telepathically. Took them a while, but when I felt them close, I woke up Kord and went to meet with them. I left Wildfire to guard the others. I thought it was best to leave her behind, since Sound seems to be hunting her down.

We met them in a park. There were other people there, so none of us would be dumb enough to try anything. As soon as I saw Myrir, I realized there was something different about her, and it didn't take me long to figure it out.

“There is a thing in your stuff!” I blurted out. I couldn't help it. She immediately facepalmed when I said it.

“Yes, I'm pregnant,” she replied.

“With Malkator's kid?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That is... um... congratulations?”

I honestly wasn't sure how to react to that.

“Why did you lead us straight to you?” Jerome asked. “Up til now you've been specifically avoiding all proxies. So why allow us to find you?”

“Because I want to know more about your Emissary power,” I said.

“This guy's an Emissary!?” Kord said.

Keep it down! I hissed in his head. We're in public. We have to keep this kind of stuff low key.

Sorry, Kord thought back at me.

“Yes, I am an Emissary,” Jerome confessed.

“Really?” Myrir asked him. “But, how come you never told us?”

“And how come you didn't already know?” Kord asked me. “You're a mind reader, aren't you?”

“Jerome was my best friend when I first became a proxy,” I said. “He and I had an agreement that I would never probe around inside his head like I do with most other people.”

“True,” Jerome said. “My father, Dr. Gary Welric, was an Emissary. And so am I. I was granted an ability as a child, but I ran away and became a proxy around the same time as Isaac.”

“And what exactly is your power?” I asked.

“Demon physiology,” he replied. “Flight, claws, the works. Problem is, each time I enter my demon form, it becomes increasingly difficult for me to revert to my human form.”

“I see,” I said. “So, next question; what is it you want with Wildfire?”

“I've been ordered to investigate her activity,” he replied.

“And?” I asked.

“Depending on the circumstances, I may be ordered to kill her,” he said.

“What kind of circumstances?” I asked.

“I don't know,” he said. “I'm just following orders.”

“At the moment, she's helping me deal with some other Emissaries,” I said. “One of which I believe you killed.”

“Asmodian,” he said. “She was nothing. So, what do we do from here?”

“Depends,” I said. “It's been nice catching up with you two, but I can't allow any servants to find where my runners are hiding.”

“You don't trust us?” Jerome asked.

“Barely,” I said. “We were friends before, but you both still serve the Slender Man. What's to stop him from following you to me?”

“Even if he didn't follow us, you can't hide from the Fears forever,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “But I plan to keep these people safe as long as I can.”

“I have no intention of harming them,” he said. “I can't say the same for our Master-”

“Your Master,” I corrected him.

“Whatever,” he said. “Look, you and I share a common enemy right now. I also have orders to kill Nolla Row.”

“And why does Slender Dick want her dead?” I asked.

“I don't know, but each one of us is opposed to her right now,” he said.

“Are you proposing that we work together?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Fine,” I said. “But if either of you try anything funny, I won't hesitate to wipe your memories and leave. I agreed I wouldn't read your mind, but I can still alter it.”

“Okay,” he said. “Where do we begin?”

“We still need to figure that out,” I said.

So, we're working together now. Still need a plan, and we still need to find the Emissaries. Til then, we're laying low.

Flying On Wings Of Sound

We were attacked while we were looking for Isaac. We were at the top of a building, trying to get a bird's eye view of the city, when a woman approached us.

“Hello there,” she said. “You two are acquaintances of Isaac O'Zalia, correct?”

“What if we are?” Sound asked.

“You see, I'm trying to get in touch with him,” she said. “I could use your help.”

“Well, we don't know where he is or how to find him,” Sound said.

“I know,” she said, drawing a sword. “But I figure that if his friends die, he'll come straight to me, looking for vengeance.”

“Who are you?” Sound demanded, drawing his Sonic Sword.

“My name is Asmodian,” she said. He hair and eyes turned red as she spoke.

“You're a Blood Vessel,” Sound said.

“That's right,” she said, smiling. “And you know what that means, right?”

“It means you enjoy pain,” Sound said. “I'll just have to kill you quickly, then.”

They charged at each other, fighting ferociously. Sound seemed to have the upper hand for most of the fight, until she lifted a hand and he was sent flying backwards, landing a few feet from me.

“What was that?” he demanded.

“An Aero Pulse,” she said. “It's my Emissary power.”

“You're an Emissary!?” I demanded.

“An Intended Emissary,” she said. “I was claimed by the Red Cap before the Game Master could return for me. much like your friend Isaac.”

Sound tried to get back to his feet, but she hit him with another Aero Pulse, knocking him over the edge of the building.

“Sound!” I shouted.

“Don't worry about him,” she said. “He'll be dead before he hits the ground. Now, to deal with y-”

She paused and stared at my stomach for a moment, then she broke into maniacal laughter.

“Oh, Isaac O'Zalia is gonna be pissed when I kill you, isn't he!?” She said, still laughing.

She took a step forward, but before she could get any further, Sound landed right in front of her. He had changed. His back was turned to me, so I could see his face, but what I could see was a pair of sinuous wings sprouting from his back. He stretched out and clawed hand and stabbed his fingers into her chest. She gasped in both surprise and pain.

“What the fuck are you!?” she asked.

“My name is Jerome Welric,” he said. “And your power is nothing compared to mine.”

He ripped his hand out of her chest, and I could see her still beating heart clenched in his fist. She collapsed to the ground. He turned to face me. I could now see that his face and eyes looked more sunken, and a pair of bone horns were growing from his forehead. His eyes had also turned a deep, blood red. His face contorted in pain as his wing and horns retracted beneath his skin and his features returned to normal.

“I swear to god, in gets harder to change back every time,” he muttered.

“What was that?” I asked him.

“It's nothing,” he said.

“It was definitely something!” I said. “You had wings!”

“I don't wanna talk about it,” he said.

“But-” I began, but he interrupted.

“I. Don't. Want. To talk. About. It,” he said. “Come on, let's go.”

He started walking, and didn't say another word.

Sound... just what the hell are you?

Melting Point

The other night, we attacked what we believed to be one of Nolla Row's hideouts. We fund Camazotz waiting for us. We had a fight, and he got away. What's more, I was forced to draw upon my powers over reality. I'll need to think of a counter strategy for our next encounter with him.

As we were leaving the base, I felt something briefly. I picked up the brainwaves of someone connected to Nolla Row, if only for a moment.

“Go on back to the hideout,” I told Kord. “I'm gonna do a bit of patrolling before turning in. If I find anything, I'll contact you.”

“Okay,” he replied.

I had no intention of contacting him. He was getting better with his powers, but he was still too reckless. I was going to inestigate what I had picked up on my own.

Sure enough, I found one of Nolla's minions.

“It's Balor, right?” I asked.

“Yes,” said the man. He was at least thirty, with fiery red hair and yellow eyes.

“You allowed me to find you on purpose,” I said. “I'm guessing you wanna prove yourself, right?”

“You're just as smart as they say,” he replied.

“I haven't even begun to display my brilliance,” I said to him.

“Hate to break it to you, but your smarts won't help you in a fight against me,” he said.

“We'll see about that,” I said, gripping my glaive.

I charged at him. A sword made of fire appeared in his hand, just as I expected. Our blades clashed, and he forced me back with his brute strength. He extended his sword and swung it at me. I stepped back a couple feet and avoided his slash.

“2.5 meters, approximately,” I said. “So that's the range of your power.”

“You know about my power!?” he demanded.

“I had a few guesses as to what it was,” I said. “They Balor is commonly depicted as a demon wielding flaming weapons, so I figured your power would involve pyrokinesis, likely with limited reach and the potential to produce pyrokinetic constructs. And it looks like I was right.”

“You may understand how my power works, but that doesn't mean you can fight against it!” he said.

He raised his sword, and brought it down with all his strength. I raised my glaive with both hands and blocked his attack with the pole. I then sliced his chest quickly before taking a step back. He cried out in pain.

“How!?” he demanded. “My sword should have been able to burn through that wooden pole of yours effortlessly!”

“This pole isn't made of wood,” I told him. “It's just painted to look that way.”

“Then what the hell is it?” he demanded.

“Tungsten,” I said. “It has a melting point of 3140 Celsius, higher than any other known metal. It was built to handle fires.

“It may be able to handle my flames, but your body can't!” he exclaimed.

His body was surrounded by a vortex of flames. He stood in the center, laughing.

“Your weapon isn't long enough to reach through these flames!” he said. “You can't hurt me without hurting yourself.

“You don't seem to understand how weapons work, do you?” I asked.

“What?” he demanded.

“Glaives are very similar to spears,” I informed him. “You know what spears are made for, right?”

Before he could answer, I switched my grip on the pole and lifted it over my shoulder, taking stance. His eyes widened in fear as he realized what I was doing.

“They're made for throwing!” I shouted, hurling the lance.

It pierced through the flames and stabbed into his chest. The flames died down as his body hit the ground. I approached him. He was still breathing heavily. I grabbed the pole of my glaive and twisted it. He cried out in pain.

“Y-you had a weapon designed especially to defeat me?” he asked.

“Don't flatter yourself,” I said. “This weapon wasn't designed to kill you.”

I ripped the glaive from his chest and gripped it in both hands.

“I was made for HELLFIRE!!!” I exclaimed, as I sliced off his pathetic head.

As his head came off, I noticed something dangling from his ear. A crystal earring. It didn't take me long to figure out what it was.

I understand now. I know how Nolla Row's been disrupting my powers. I also have some understanding of her power now. The question is, how does she know my weakness? I suppose someone with an understanding of how brainwaves are affected by eldritch energy might have been able to figure it out, but they'd have to have an IQ nearly as high as mine to piece it together.

Just who is Nolla Row...?