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...?

The Butterfly Is Back

This is Myrir. I have access to my account again. I think Isaac gave me the password. I don't know why though. He must be planning something. Sound and I have orders to try and track him down. He's traveling with one of Sound's targets, too.

Sound isn't Enhanced anymore. Something happened to him while he was on a mission, and the eldritch energy was drained from his body. So now he's human again. But he's not completely powerless. After... what happened on December 11^th... he infiltrated his fathers old base and stole a bunch of sound based weapons.

As for Gamer and Lotus, they've both been kept busy. They haven't had much free time. I haven't heard anything from Psycho Bitch either, and hopefully it'll stay that way.

I haven't been out on the field much these past few months. The Master's been making a point to keep me from being too active. However, he believes it's necessary that me and Sound are the ones to confront Isaac. I guess... I'd better get going. We have work to do.

Interrogation went to hell...

Got 'im to wake up.

“What's your name?” I demanded.

“What?” he asked.

“What is a silly name!” I snapped at him. “Give me your real name!”

“I- I'm Sam,” he said.

“Liar!” I said.

“How do you know he's lying?” Kord asked.

“I don't need to read minds to know,” I said. “Who are you!?”

“My... my name is Jerard,” he said.

“Good,” I said. “Now, explain to me why I can't read your mind.”

“Nolla Row,” he said.

“Who's that?” I said.

“She is our captain,” he said. “The woman who brought us all together.”

“Brought you all together, huh?” I asked. “So, how does she project mental barriers?”

“I don't know,” he said. “I don't understand her power.”

I took a break to look through Kord's mind some. He thinks he can keep me out, and to an extent he can. But not completely. I found what I was looking for. Something he ad overheard one of Camazotz' cohorts saying.

“A Lateral Megalith Hems,” I said. “All Hail The Game Master, right?”

“How do you know that!?” he gasped.

“My IQ is approximately 3 times that of the presumed maximum,” I said. “Figuring out a simple anagram like that is simple for someone like me. Now, I wanna know what you numbskulls have to do with the Game Master.”

“You're Isaac O'Zalia, aren't you!?” he asked.

“You've heard of me?” I asked.

“You're like us!” he said. “The Game Master gave you a gift when you were a child, right!?”

“Possible,” I said. “I delve into the minds of others, but I rarely care enough to look into my own. It is possible that he's responsible for my intelligence, but I don't care much either way. From what you said, it would be safe to assume he granted an Emissary power to each of you. Am I correct?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yet the other Fears claimed you as there servants before h could return and recruit you, correct?” I asked.

“How did you know?” he asked me.

“You're a Prowler,” I said. “I can tell by your hair and eye color. I knew a man who was taken by the Convocation before the Game Master could come for him, and it seems Camazotz was in a similar scenario.”

“Yes,” he said. “Nolla Row tracked us all down. We joined her, in search of others like us. She spoke of you, the Slender Proxy capable of reading minds.”

“My powers go beyond that,” I said. “Now, tell me Nolla Row's plan.”

“I don't know what she intends to do once she finds all the Emissary's that were taken by the Fears,” he said. “But I believe she wishes to join our true master.”

“I see,” I said. “And who all has she recruited so far?”

“Me, Camazotz, Balor, and Asmodian,” he said.

“And what are their powers?” I asked. “They all have gifts from Playful Bill, don't they?”

“I don't know what they're all capable of,” he said. “I only joined recently.”

“And what's your thing?” I asked.

“Bear,” he said.

“What?” I asked but I soon saw what he was talking about.

His body expanded rapidly, tearing through the ropes binding him in place. He had turned into some kind of bear-person hybrid. If only there was some pig involved, then I could make a South Park joke. He raised a paw and swiped at me. I ducked his attack and slashed at him with my glave. I got him in the shoulder, but he barely flinched. Kord sent out this sonic screech, which threw him off balance. He grabbed a nearby chair and threw it at Kord. It hit him, knocking him over.

“ Crocodile!” he said, and he morphed into a croc man with black scales.

I jumped back before he could chomp me. I'm well aware of what a crocodile's jaws are capable of. He turned sharply and swung his tail at me. I sliced it some with my glave. He cried out in pain and bull rushed me. Literally. He turned into a bull. And he punched me in the ribs. It hurt. He charged and broke through the door to the warehouse we were in. I was about to yell at Kord to get up and fight, when I noticed something.

There were a few people in the area, but they all seemed to be going about their own business. Except one. One of them had been masking her thoughts to make herself seem like a normal person. I could have seen through her disguise earlier if I had been paying attention to the random people in the area, but I had been focusing on our hostage.

“Raven!” Jerard cried, turning into a bird man.

He flew into the air, but was knocked down by the girl I had picked up with my telepathy. She landed before him and shot a fireball from her mouth. It hit him, burning most of his feathers. He reverted to his human form. Camazotz suddenly appeared from no where and placed a hand on Jerard's shoulder. Kord saw him and charged out the door. I noticed that neither Camazotz or Jerard were moving. They weren't even breathing. I tried to tell Kord to stop, but he ignored me and continued charging, but he simply passed through them. They flickered and disappeared.

“What just happened!?” Kord Demanded.

“They teleported,” the woman explained. He was wearing a gray shirt with blue jeans, and had blue hair pulled back into a braid. Her eyes were pink.

“It's more complex than that,” I said. “He factored in some form of light manipulation.”

“What do you mean?” Kord said.

“His power is that he can teleport without passing through other domains or layers, like the Game Master's Cards can,” I explained.

“And what does light have to do with that?” he asked.

“We can see things because of the light refracting off of them,” I explained. “Camazotz' power seems to allow him to make the light continue to refract off of the empty space he was in after he vanishes.”

“Meaning?” Kord asked.

“Meaning, that thing you attacked wasn't them,” I said. “It was air that looked like them. He can leave behind after images.”

“You could have just said that to begin with!” he said. “You don't have to complicate things!”

“Yes I do, because I'm a dick,” I said.

“And who's this chick!” he demanded.

“Don't call me a chick!” she snapped.

“Her name is Valerie Keeyes,” I said. “Or, as the other Emissaries called her, Wildfire.”

“She's an Emissary?” he asked.

“I used to be,” she said. “Until this man killed my master.”

“You killed the Game Master?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said.

“I need to speak to you,” she said to me.

“No point,” I said. “I know what you're thinking. You want me to help you bring down the Intended Emissaries. The answer's no.”

“But what about Camazotz!?” Kord said. “We have to go after them!”

“No, we don't,” I said.

“But I thought we were planning-” he started to say, but I cut him off.

“My plan is to protect runners, not go looking for trouble,” I said. “That's why I recruited you. You have the potential to help me keep people safe.”

“Then why did you squeeze all of that information out of him!?” he demanded.

“So that I'll know what they can do if they try to fuck with us!” I snapped back.

“They'll come after you,” she said. “You're an Intended Emissary, just like them.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” I said.

“It's not a matter of 'maybe',” she said. “You are an Emissary. Just look at your hair!”

“What about his hair?” Kord asked. “You mean that he dyes it?”

“It's not dyed,” she said. “His body rejected his powers at first, altering his appearance. Just like me, but not quite as drastic.”

“What does it matter?” I said. “I care little about my own past. This isn't important to me.”

“It should be!” she said. “If they can't recruit you, they'll try to kill you! If we don't work together, we won't stand a chance, but if we team up, we can fight them!”

“How do you know?” I demanded. “You know nothing more about them than I do.”

“Please!” she said. “At least let me join you! Even if you don't go to them, they'll come to you. Then you'll have no choice but to help me fight them!”

“You have it in your head that you'll follow me even if I say no,” I said. “I could just erase your memory of this encounter.”

“We should fight,” Kord said. “Camazotz is a monster. Are you seriously telling me that you don't believe he deserves to die?”

“Even if he does, I'm not gonna go attacking someone my powers won't work against,” I said.

“Your powers aren't limited to telepathy!” Wildfire said. “You destroyed the Game Master by tearing reality apart!”

“Each time I do that, it shortens my life,” I said. “It's a double edged sword.”

“Come on!” Kord yelled.

“Ugh, fine!” I said. “But we leave the other runners out of this. I don't want them getting hurt. The point of this operation is to protect them.”

“Alright,” Kord said.

“Good, so we're agreed?” Wildfire asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

So, yeah. That happened.

O'Zalia here!

Okay, first of all, I've created my own blogger account, because at least one of my readers has been thinking rude thoughts about the fact I've been using a girls profile this whole time. I know who you are! Jake! I've got my mind's eye on you!

Okay, developments...

We've gained some members, lost some member, lots of stuff has happened.

Currantly, we have my brother, Jane, who has remained loyal, a Rake runner named Tom, a Snake runner named Liz, a Bride runner named Pete, a former Archivist named Collector Rho, and a Greyskin named Kord. I also recruited my old pal Zack Waters, who had his memories taken by Blindy, but he got his ass trapped by the Archive. He managed to escape though. I'm sure he'll be back soon.

Anyways, Kord has proven to be reckless son of a bitch, and tried to hunt down an old acquaintance. A Nest named Camazots, who is filled with bats. Yeah, the Convocation has bats, apparently.

So, Kord didn't plan too well, and was counter attacked by some of Camazot's allies, and I had to bail him out. I managed to knock one of them out and drag him along with us while retreating. He's still out cold.

I don't like those guys. I couldn't read their thoughts. They each had some kind of barrier up that prevented me from tapping into their minds. This guy we captured still has said barrier up, so getting information out of him won't be as easy as I'd like. Oh well.

I'm gonna try waking this guy up so he can answer some god damn questions.

Searching For Recruits

As Malkator said, I've been looking for runners to help out. I haven't really found too many, but I did find a few people who I might be able to convince to join me. I plan to contact them soon.