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Post by FakeCaws on Mar 24, 2019 15:11:00 GMT -5
The book itself is a black, burnt, leatherbound, small thing; locked with a simple strap-and-keyhole thing. It wasn't a complicated lock at all for those who knew how to pick them -- assuming one could get their hands on it, it'd be simple to break into. Though, the thing does radiate an eerily strong sense of static.. touching it for the first time might just leave a little burn of electricity, like pulling clothes out of the drier. 3/24/2419 It's a new day. A new sector. A new conflict. I haven't been well, ever since Gamma. Ever since Syed's ritual. I keep getting visions, but I can never recall what they are. It gives me a damn splitting headache just thinking about it. I've kept myself away in this swamp, thinking, waiting, watching. Meditating, I guess. And I guess something has come to fruition through that -- my perception. My perception of the world shifts and changes, now. My normal eyesight feels.. off. Blurry. But when I close my eyes, put on a blindfold.. it changes. It's like I can see, but I can't. The world reveals itself to me. It's strange, and I can't quite describe it.. but I can see. Nearly everything, in fact. I need to experiment with this more. I am a little worse for wear, though. It's been.. a long time, since I've spoken or even seen Tenca or Black-Bird. I only hope they're okay. But I know they don't miss me. Wouldn't miss me if I died. I don't know why I'm so persistent with them, but.. I think I'm ready to move on. That avenue is closed for me. It closed a long time ago. Maybe, someday, by coincidence, I'll meet them again. If I'm not already dead, by then. Or maybe they'll be dead. They're playing tango with something real dangerous -- but, I did too. And I came out worse because of it. Just need to lay low. I don't need Syed finding me. Or Ging.. but, I'd like to believe Ging is dead. I still have her piercings. Maybe I should clean them off and wear 'em as a trophy. Just a thought. We'll see all of what happens. But I know if Syed comes for me, he won't come out to tell his bastard pals the tale. |
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Post by FakeCaws on Mar 30, 2019 1:05:04 GMT -5
3/29
I feel awful. Nothing but bad things have been happening to this place, so far. Shitty swamp with shitty people inside -- as well as a serial killer, apparently. Goes around dropping corpse traps for people to vomit at. The latest one that I've seen, without going into too much detail, was a very, very long noose. Coming from the crane just above town, too. This scantily-clad samurai chic went running off to investigate, so I decided to follow. The climb wasn't too awful, so I'm glad I conditioned myself after fucking off from Gamma. What was at the top, though, really surprised me. Stripper-lookin' augger facing down a weird armored person at the top -- but, said weird armored person was the mass murderer type. Tried to move in to help, but my pistol shot missed and ended up nailing the stripper in the side. Whoops. Maybe should wear something other than shitty short-shorts and a croptop in a swamp with heavily armed people. Sucks, anyway. The murderer ended up running away and the augger brought their full wrath to bear on me. They were hyped up on something -- I could tell. They spoke some weird language that I couldn't understand, too. Must be a cryo-frozen type, from before Earth split. Or some far-reach colony. They were pissed, but weren't out-right attacking me, so I stepped aside. And, of course, right after that, some asshole with a dinky-lookin' machine pistol runs up and aims right at me until he notices his augger girlfriend's in danger. I just walk right on past him, not really wanting to fight him (which I'll most likely have to do sooner or later, unfortunately) and head home.
So, a recount. There's some familiar faces popping back up in-sector. Naoko. Her synthetic doppleganger. Jack. And, most importantly, I think, White. He seems to go by another name now, but I don't know it. I briefly met up with him, but decided it was best to just walk away. He wouldn't understand half the shit I've been through even if I broke it down for him. Nobody really would, truth be told. Jack and Naoko do, I guess. There's also a nice fella -- I think his name is Avery. Human. Lot of humans in this sector. No people like me. Guess everyone's a neutral asshat or a goody-two-shoes. I can feel myself drifting to neutral, personally, but I suppose that's to be expected. I haven't been exposed to Tenca nor Black-Bird in a long time. Or.. well, any other of their crew. It slips from memory. Can't even remember the name of their ship -- but it's not like I would've gotten inside anyway. Maybe I should try a new hobby to occupy my time, since I'm so damn bored half the time. No civilized places out here anymore. Not with the civil war, n' all. Thinking about carving, or whittling. Plenty of wood out here to do so.
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