IC Journal Entry, 2-for-1!
OOC: That's right, it's a twofer! I wasn't able to get my last entry up in time for the game, so I'm posting them both at the same time. Because I'm just that cool.
And as always this is an in character post! Read at your own peril... or, at least, your own boredom.
IC:
Entry 1-27-07
After a few weeks away from all things Kindred, I awoke last evening to discover news of another bizarre kidnapping. It seems strange, but so far the only thing I have found to connect the victims is the number 6: each was born on June 6th and each of their ages is divisible by 6. If this magician is using the so-called Number of the Beast for these rituals, he might want to update his books, as it was discovered last year that this number might actually be 616. Perhaps there is certain significance to the number beyond the obvious. I’ll have to look into it.
Regardless, there is no secondary crime scene anymore, thanks to the actions of some of the elder Kindred. I’m unsure how I feel about this; that and the fact that they are keeping the tongue in their custody. They have allowed me to examine it, at least, to match the pathology, but precious evidence may have been lost by destroying that site. We’ll have to make do with the initial crime scene.
Beyond the morbidity, each ritual also has a commonality; water. Each had been alongside a river or canal. While I have been ‘allowed’ to leak information about the number, until the police discover for themselves what remains of the third site, this information would probably be ignored.
While studying the third tongue, I got the feeling that something might have gone wrong with the ritual that it was used for. I can’t quite grasp it, but it didn’t ‘feel’ like the others when I ‘searched’ them. If my power was stronger I could probably discern better what it means, but it was as if the energy was ‘broken’ somehow. I don’t think I can share this with Cook or the others, as they had expressly forbid the use of the Sight on it. Well, seeing as it’s part of how I have investigated the previous two, I couldn’t see how I could do a full investigation without it.
While at the Elysium earlier, I had another run-in with Luycas van der Meer, who seemed all too pleased to inform me that my ‘problem’, as he put it, had been taken care of. I didn’t realize at first that he was referring to Jack. Thanks to a ‘previously unknown insurance’, he should make a full recovery, far away from me. I am glad for this and would wish him well, if I thought I could risk seeing him in person. Sadly, I hope we never meet again.
A brief, albeit painful, conversation with Amy left me worried about her frame of mind. She seems extremely depressed and withdrawn, to the point of near catatonia. She barely moved from her seat all evening and when she did, it was to leave. Only time will tell if she can overcome this state, as it seems many of those she speaks with regularly have gone missing or torpored. Her talk of her sire and grandsire brought my thoughts around to Fulcrum again.
I have pointedly ignored the yearning in the back of my mind to see him again. Nor have I told anyone else of my meeting. Should I? Who would it benefit, knowing I have almost unlimited access to my sire? He would be killed anyway, were he to be discovered. And yet he is doomed to die if he remains in ‘P’s possession. I know I will need to see him again soon, if only to ask what exactly he is being used for. And still I do not know why I sense a familiarity with ‘P’. I know I have met her sometime before my Embrace, but it would seem that, due to her special concealment, that memory is lost to me. For the moment, at least.
Entry 2-10-07
I am sick of the fear and paranoia that are my constant companions! One would think that, in a place deemed as an Elysium to our kind, one would be safe from violation and yet once again something or someone has taken something from my mind! Is there no way to defend myself from these monsters?! Will I always be at the whim of those more powerful, able to flay my mind open and peruse it like a book? I suppose it is something that I at least know it happened, and it does not seem that I have actually forgotten anything, but it is a very small comfort, indeed.
The ritualist, after a short period of escalation, has been discovered and dealt with. He was revealed to be a mortal magus possessed by a piece of the demon Malphus, previously thought to be destroyed. The victims were fortunately found alive, albeit in a terrible state. The demon has once again been banished, at the expense of his mortal host. Now it is up to the mortal authorities to clean up the rest. If Raven allows it, that is.
Oh, the condescension of that man! While I understand the desire to protect others, perhaps much more than most, keeping the mortal authorities in the dark by suppressing or destroying evidence I feel does not protect but harm and hinder all involved in this matter. They will now know there are two more crime scenes yet to be discovered. How will they proceed, I wonder; if it were me as I once was, I would work to find them, but now? I cannot say. I only hope that, whatever this Malphus was up to, he did not succeed. Even a novice such as I can recognize the danger behind these spells. The leftover energy I sensed while examining the 4th tongue was enough to throw me 20 feet and give me a headache; a curious thing, as I’ve not had one since my Embrace.
I have continued to pick through the fog in my mind that surrounds the person only known as ‘P’. I still can’t quite place where I know her from, other than I think she was wearing white, wherever it was. It wasn’t a lab coat, but it was white. Perhaps if I expose myself to her again, I’ll remember more.
On another note, Lady Mason is becoming something of a nuisance. Last evening it seemed she constantly maneuvered herself near me, no matter where I was at the time. She has a way of complimenting while simultaneously cutting one down to size that, frankly, annoys me. Not to mention her questions about my ‘sire hunt’. That, coupled with the fact that she can spy on anyone at almost anytime with that ability of hers leaves me to wonder just how much she really knows about me.
How much do I want her to know? Or anyone, for that matter? I’ve always been a rather private, insular person (not to mention socially awkward, I’ll admit), but now I am compelled to seek out others of my kind, something I can’t say I’ve ever been driven before to do. It’s frustrating to say the least, this dichotomous desire, and I wonder if it truly stems from my Kindred self.
I suppose if I am truly to know more about myself, I should again seek out my sire. As much as I have learned or could ever learn from the others, he is the one who made me, regrettably; therefore there are things I suppose only he can tell me. As much as I may hat or fear him or ‘P’, he is a source of knowledge, and no matter how I may wish not to know, I need to. I think this time, however, I’ll prepare a list.
OOC: Why yes, I do write too much. Pthbt.
And as always this is an in character post! Read at your own peril... or, at least, your own boredom.
IC:
Entry 1-27-07
After a few weeks away from all things Kindred, I awoke last evening to discover news of another bizarre kidnapping. It seems strange, but so far the only thing I have found to connect the victims is the number 6: each was born on June 6th and each of their ages is divisible by 6. If this magician is using the so-called Number of the Beast for these rituals, he might want to update his books, as it was discovered last year that this number might actually be 616. Perhaps there is certain significance to the number beyond the obvious. I’ll have to look into it.
Regardless, there is no secondary crime scene anymore, thanks to the actions of some of the elder Kindred. I’m unsure how I feel about this; that and the fact that they are keeping the tongue in their custody. They have allowed me to examine it, at least, to match the pathology, but precious evidence may have been lost by destroying that site. We’ll have to make do with the initial crime scene.
Beyond the morbidity, each ritual also has a commonality; water. Each had been alongside a river or canal. While I have been ‘allowed’ to leak information about the number, until the police discover for themselves what remains of the third site, this information would probably be ignored.
While studying the third tongue, I got the feeling that something might have gone wrong with the ritual that it was used for. I can’t quite grasp it, but it didn’t ‘feel’ like the others when I ‘searched’ them. If my power was stronger I could probably discern better what it means, but it was as if the energy was ‘broken’ somehow. I don’t think I can share this with Cook or the others, as they had expressly forbid the use of the Sight on it. Well, seeing as it’s part of how I have investigated the previous two, I couldn’t see how I could do a full investigation without it.
While at the Elysium earlier, I had another run-in with Luycas van der Meer, who seemed all too pleased to inform me that my ‘problem’, as he put it, had been taken care of. I didn’t realize at first that he was referring to Jack. Thanks to a ‘previously unknown insurance’, he should make a full recovery, far away from me. I am glad for this and would wish him well, if I thought I could risk seeing him in person. Sadly, I hope we never meet again.
A brief, albeit painful, conversation with Amy left me worried about her frame of mind. She seems extremely depressed and withdrawn, to the point of near catatonia. She barely moved from her seat all evening and when she did, it was to leave. Only time will tell if she can overcome this state, as it seems many of those she speaks with regularly have gone missing or torpored. Her talk of her sire and grandsire brought my thoughts around to Fulcrum again.
I have pointedly ignored the yearning in the back of my mind to see him again. Nor have I told anyone else of my meeting. Should I? Who would it benefit, knowing I have almost unlimited access to my sire? He would be killed anyway, were he to be discovered. And yet he is doomed to die if he remains in ‘P’s possession. I know I will need to see him again soon, if only to ask what exactly he is being used for. And still I do not know why I sense a familiarity with ‘P’. I know I have met her sometime before my Embrace, but it would seem that, due to her special concealment, that memory is lost to me. For the moment, at least.
Entry 2-10-07
I am sick of the fear and paranoia that are my constant companions! One would think that, in a place deemed as an Elysium to our kind, one would be safe from violation and yet once again something or someone has taken something from my mind! Is there no way to defend myself from these monsters?! Will I always be at the whim of those more powerful, able to flay my mind open and peruse it like a book? I suppose it is something that I at least know it happened, and it does not seem that I have actually forgotten anything, but it is a very small comfort, indeed.
The ritualist, after a short period of escalation, has been discovered and dealt with. He was revealed to be a mortal magus possessed by a piece of the demon Malphus, previously thought to be destroyed. The victims were fortunately found alive, albeit in a terrible state. The demon has once again been banished, at the expense of his mortal host. Now it is up to the mortal authorities to clean up the rest. If Raven allows it, that is.
Oh, the condescension of that man! While I understand the desire to protect others, perhaps much more than most, keeping the mortal authorities in the dark by suppressing or destroying evidence I feel does not protect but harm and hinder all involved in this matter. They will now know there are two more crime scenes yet to be discovered. How will they proceed, I wonder; if it were me as I once was, I would work to find them, but now? I cannot say. I only hope that, whatever this Malphus was up to, he did not succeed. Even a novice such as I can recognize the danger behind these spells. The leftover energy I sensed while examining the 4th tongue was enough to throw me 20 feet and give me a headache; a curious thing, as I’ve not had one since my Embrace.
I have continued to pick through the fog in my mind that surrounds the person only known as ‘P’. I still can’t quite place where I know her from, other than I think she was wearing white, wherever it was. It wasn’t a lab coat, but it was white. Perhaps if I expose myself to her again, I’ll remember more.
On another note, Lady Mason is becoming something of a nuisance. Last evening it seemed she constantly maneuvered herself near me, no matter where I was at the time. She has a way of complimenting while simultaneously cutting one down to size that, frankly, annoys me. Not to mention her questions about my ‘sire hunt’. That, coupled with the fact that she can spy on anyone at almost anytime with that ability of hers leaves me to wonder just how much she really knows about me.
How much do I want her to know? Or anyone, for that matter? I’ve always been a rather private, insular person (not to mention socially awkward, I’ll admit), but now I am compelled to seek out others of my kind, something I can’t say I’ve ever been driven before to do. It’s frustrating to say the least, this dichotomous desire, and I wonder if it truly stems from my Kindred self.
I suppose if I am truly to know more about myself, I should again seek out my sire. As much as I have learned or could ever learn from the others, he is the one who made me, regrettably; therefore there are things I suppose only he can tell me. As much as I may hat or fear him or ‘P’, he is a source of knowledge, and no matter how I may wish not to know, I need to. I think this time, however, I’ll prepare a list.
OOC: Why yes, I do write too much. Pthbt.