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A journal. Feh. Anyways, some of the others suggested that if I keep one, it'll help my progress. Who am I to stand in the way of progress?
So, there are some things that confuse me. Real name/Shadow name secret-ness confuses me. Sure, I can tell people to call me "Lee". I can possibly make up an assumed name. But, in theory, aren't I occasionally going to actually talk to someone who knew me before? I'm not cutting off my previous life, and I think that my mom wants to hear from me sometime, y'know? So how long would it take for someone to find out my "true name"?
Heck, Idiot Boy sounds like he still lives with his mom. Oh, and that was a can of worms... he gets taken to the hospital. What fucking name are we supposed to ask for him under? We didn't know that the hospital didn't know his name either, but didn't we look like a bunch of morans.
So, there ya go. I end up in the hospital, let's go with... Leanne Majors. Easy to remember, huh?
So, back to current events, I guess. Mr-Necromancer-who-dresses-like-a-system-lord told us we needed a good strong body for his ceremony if we wanted to get rid of Vengeful Ghost Girl. So we steal some poor schmoe's body and then - apparently she sucked all the power out of him and sent him home. So what does dumbass-necro do? Powers him back up! Great thinking there, tex.
Anyway, he says that she's agreed not to go after any children. So, you know, we just need to worry about adult innocents.
We decided to stop chasing our tails on that, and worry about something else. Car crashes, mostly with kids involved. And we run into a ghostly station wagon. Or, that's what I saw when I got lent some spirit sight. I've been practicing lately, so I managed to see that it has some connections. Hopefully some of them will be useful.
THAT got cut short because Idiot Boy got close and freaked out. Slammed on his breaks in the middle of the interstate. Almost got some bystanders killed. Again: Idiot Boy. I volunteered to babysit him next time we go out.
Anyway, yeah, I've been practicing. I guess I've been doing some of this magic stuff for a few years without ever realizing - ever since that car crash I made it out of in... 2001? Sounds like that was it. Damned lucky to live, and I guess that's why, that's what triggered it. Anyway, I'm working on that meditation crap, but just when I get relaxed, something itches, or the dog next door barks, or the phone goes off. Been trying to influence the outcome of card flips, though, and that's going better. This whole interconnection thing was the worst. Well, besides dealing with this whole timesight/fatesight thing. Lucky most of the time it isn't something I see, it's more a feeling, but still.
Anyway, before we get together, I'm going to do some really basic recon on those connections. Figure I want backup to check 'em out for real, but I can at least see if it leads to an auto plant in Detroit, y'know?
Later.
So, there are some things that confuse me. Real name/Shadow name secret-ness confuses me. Sure, I can tell people to call me "Lee". I can possibly make up an assumed name. But, in theory, aren't I occasionally going to actually talk to someone who knew me before? I'm not cutting off my previous life, and I think that my mom wants to hear from me sometime, y'know? So how long would it take for someone to find out my "true name"?
Heck, Idiot Boy sounds like he still lives with his mom. Oh, and that was a can of worms... he gets taken to the hospital. What fucking name are we supposed to ask for him under? We didn't know that the hospital didn't know his name either, but didn't we look like a bunch of morans.
So, there ya go. I end up in the hospital, let's go with... Leanne Majors. Easy to remember, huh?
So, back to current events, I guess. Mr-Necromancer-who-dresses-like-a-system-lord told us we needed a good strong body for his ceremony if we wanted to get rid of Vengeful Ghost Girl. So we steal some poor schmoe's body and then - apparently she sucked all the power out of him and sent him home. So what does dumbass-necro do? Powers him back up! Great thinking there, tex.
Anyway, he says that she's agreed not to go after any children. So, you know, we just need to worry about adult innocents.
We decided to stop chasing our tails on that, and worry about something else. Car crashes, mostly with kids involved. And we run into a ghostly station wagon. Or, that's what I saw when I got lent some spirit sight. I've been practicing lately, so I managed to see that it has some connections. Hopefully some of them will be useful.
THAT got cut short because Idiot Boy got close and freaked out. Slammed on his breaks in the middle of the interstate. Almost got some bystanders killed. Again: Idiot Boy. I volunteered to babysit him next time we go out.
Anyway, yeah, I've been practicing. I guess I've been doing some of this magic stuff for a few years without ever realizing - ever since that car crash I made it out of in... 2001? Sounds like that was it. Damned lucky to live, and I guess that's why, that's what triggered it. Anyway, I'm working on that meditation crap, but just when I get relaxed, something itches, or the dog next door barks, or the phone goes off. Been trying to influence the outcome of card flips, though, and that's going better. This whole interconnection thing was the worst. Well, besides dealing with this whole timesight/fatesight thing. Lucky most of the time it isn't something I see, it's more a feeling, but still.
Anyway, before we get together, I'm going to do some really basic recon on those connections. Figure I want backup to check 'em out for real, but I can at least see if it leads to an auto plant in Detroit, y'know?
Later.