Corporate Woman

Journal 14

Fuck. It can’t ever just be one problem that we’re dealing with, but a hundred. Makes me long for the good ol’ days when all I had to worry about was dear old dad and mundane crime… that shit was easy to figure out. It’s too damn late to turn back now though, even if I wanted to I couldn’t in good conscience. I am fucking committed now and the damn thing is I actually give a fuck about the well-being of our people, mine and Bek’s. That includes our city in general and our pack in particular. They are ours. I don’t know if it’s a side effect of the wolf suit, but I have felt god damned territorial , and protective, since this all started. Even Jean, in spite of what we overheard.

It is obvious that he has betrayed us, he was acting like a completely different person making me wonder who the “real” Jean is, but all the same he did withhold some information from whoever the fuck he was speaking with. I want to know why. We’ve got to get to the bottom of this. I refuse to emulate my father in this respect, it might be the more dangerous decision but I will not make any determinations about Jean with out first hearing him out. I do worry that if he does go all out against us when we confront him that we will be all but helpless.

It seems like Jean had to carve off his Banisher tattoo to make contact, I wonder what the significance of that is. Also, this entire mess makes his concern about Camden, and letting the entire pack know what he is, seems damned hypocritical.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, that shit face Dupont is out right taunting us. Taunting me. If he’s not the ‘mutual acquaintance’ known as Black Cloak who connected my father with the Purity members then he is certainly making it look as though he is. So far as I know there were not many people who knew the location of that dead drop and he flashed his fangs on camera just for us. Threatening my father. I feel so fucking special.

Had a nice long chat with Conor, after playing a bit with the nieces, it was… illuminating. Among other things we learned, Conor thinks that Purity and a vamp cult called Seven might be one and the same. If that is the case then that is a big fucking problem, they essential turn the vamps that they “convert” to their cause into sleeper agents controlling them through their blood, the vamps might not even know, operating purely on instinct. The really good news is that even if Purity and Seven aren’t one and the same Seven still becomes a huge problem for our city in the future. …In at least one of our possible futures. God.

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Field Notes 14 - BT
  • Conor called us into his office, which is fine, I wanted to talk with him anyway…granted in private, but doesn’t seem like we really have any of that lately…he’s much too busy with his level 9 clearance, probably shouldn’t be pissed about it, but ever since he came back it doesn’t seem like he’s remotely interested in…I don’t know…pursuing anything, picking up where we left off. Guess it has been 37 years for him, that’s a hell of a long time to get over it. Well fuck. Guess our timing just crossed, which fucking sucks but I can deal.
  • Red and I get up there and Gabe is playing with the nieces….Lucy works at a diner and so Conor babysits…what? Why the fuck would she do that, I’m 100% sure Conor makes enough that she doesn’t need to work so she can raise her girls, and if Conor doesn’t make enough damn straight Gabe and I would pitch in, those girls need their mother and it’s only a matter of time before someone tracks Lucy down and uses her against Conor or the Organization so it’s obviously not safe for her to be working in some fucking diner, snagged her number from Conor and will have a friendly heart to heart on the whole topic
  • and of course, turned out Conor didn’t even want to see us…he had Armanstead and Constantine in his office to talk to us about recruitment since Noah negotiated that into our contract…and they seemed piiiisssssssed about it too…but then after like 3 fucking sentences just left…whatever….then Conor mentions we should follow Jean at 8pm without him knowing we followed him…weird but fine
  • in the mean time Red and I chatted with some of the pack members to get a better sense of what people were capable of and what they had going on and shit
  • had a good conversation with Evelyn and went with her to question the dead vamps from Sully’s little attack, which got us about nothing, but still had to run the lead, which took us to a bus station and we found out that Marius coordinated the trap, not surprised, didn’t need to add this to the list of reasons I’m going to kill that smug piece of shit, but I guess it’s at least good we know there isn’t yet another person after our asses, but seriously Founders can we have some fucking down time to take care of our hit list…and now that we got “proof” of the shady bastard we can possibly call the Blood Hunt on him….not that I felt like we needed “proof” the guy’s a piece of shit and obviously guilty, but according to Red and the others we gotta play politics and cover our asses …. no need for politics if no one knows it was us
  • Red and I hung out with Atticus at the creepy fey castle for a bit and chatted with him, he talked about the winter court and that it might work out for them to have a presence in the city, and of course we brought Lydia with us since she’s a bit obsessed with the guy…not that I can blame her, he’s certainly got the looks…and well, the whole damn package…
  • anyway, Red and I head back to the Organization and take forever to make up our damn minds on how to follow Jean…turns out that whole “even if a woman has a million things to wear she has nothing to wear” is fucking true because neither one of us could decide on a fucking suit until the last minute, thankfully what we choose worked and we were able to follow Jean back to his apartment
  • all the shit with jean seemed pretty damn normal until he CUT OFF A TATTOO with his fucking knife and reported to some fucks about us and the Organization…god. damm. it. jean. alright, makes sense now why the fucking founders were butt hurt over us being in charge of “recruitment” since one of our own fucking pack members is a goddamn rat…and why the fuck couldn’t they just tell us that instead of all the damn drama…I mean fucking seriously
  • Jean did seem reluctant to tell these shits on the radio really important stuff and I got the impression he wasn’t liking what he was doing, all the same we got to call him on it so Red and I headed back to the Corporation to decide what we’d do with Jean
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Journal 13

‘What a fucking nightmare. My father was dangerous enough before he was a vampire, but now?! The "Saint was more than half crazy when he was still human, who the hell thought it would be a good idea to fucking turn him into a vampire?! Fuck. I didn’t want him dead, I wanted him locked away in prison where he could stop fucking up people’s lives, but now… I don’t know. He got Ben killed. No. That’s a lie. I got Ben killed, why couldn’t I keep my damn trap shut. Ben is fine now, at least Noah assures me that he will be, I can’t thank Connor enough for bringing him back (wish I could know how he did that though, time magic?).

It is obvious that the Saint didn’t want me dead, he was damn upset when his hired help stopped following orders and tried to kill me, I can’t credit him with similar plans for anyone else though. It wouldn’t be like him to not take revenge in some way, after all. That is one thing about him that I’m sure hasn’t changed. I wonder why he didn’t bring anyone else in the Family in to the fold… he has always been so obsessed with making his “Family” stronger I’d be surprised if he abandoned it completely. Or maybe his priorities and obsessions changed completely when he did. Fuck me. That would be a damn surprise. Though I highly doubt that’s the case.

Beks and I cleared the air with Noah. Thank god. I actually like that guy and it didn’t feel right having killed him. I was also not at all fond of the idea that he had intended for us to off his clone as part of a spell component, I was relieved to hear that wasn’t part of the plan. Still, for a guy with as much experience as Noah’s got I’m surprised he didn’t take more precautions to accommodate our possible lack of control in the vamp suit. He definitely credited us with more control the when exhibited. Was he blinded by his pride in this project? Is he too old to remember what it’s like to be young and new to something? Or is it simply because he has never experienced that kind of hunger?

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Field Notes 13 - BT
  • woke up as a Vamp tonight, thankfully this time was far less eventful than last
  • Red and I made plans to work on some city stuff and I let her know, and a couple others in the pack, that I was talking with Noah about the bullshit that went down last night, others in the group didn’t know what had happened so we filled them in and several of them discouraged me confronting Noah…yeah sorry guys this is happening, the shit that’s going down isn’t gonna fly anymore and I want answers, nope, I need’m and I’m getting them, no threats or alternatives, just…I’m getting them
  • we went to talk with David first as the damn founders aren’t at the Corporation…again…fucking seriously, these guys say they run this place, but they’re never fucking here, jesus christ, they probably have Felicia fucking run the damn operation, which she’s a goddamnew true fey, the fact that I’m not surprised means I need a day off
  • I called David and got his fucking ghoul secretary…whelp, sorry buddy I was already in a piss poor mood and the fact that you’re screening my calls has pretty much earned you a fucking shit storm when I get there
  • Red and I show up at David’s office, his assistant has us head down to see him, we’re obviously in some kind of underground bomb shelter at this point and I know this is so a fucking trap, but we’re already halfway there…may as well…and honestly, I’m pissed, I’ve been pissed for like 48 hours…let’s go
  • we find David (or rather an illusion of David since he was really stapled to the wall) sitting at his desk with his eyes popped out working and Red’s old man comes waltzing in with 2 dozen vamp guards, her old Man “Sully” calls Ben to taunt him and Red takes the bate telling Ben not to show up…whelp, he’s heard her voice so he knows she’s actually here, which means Sully’s trap has worked, I manage to yell to at least get some god damned backup before he cuts the phone off and then the goons that Sully has hired turn on him, guess they’re here for the Heralds not because Sully pays well
  • all hell breaks loose, Ben busts in and gets himself shot the hell up in the crossfire and Cam and Tristan show up for backup, busting in and kicking ass, Cam says to “follow the leader” and turns out the 2 dozen guys are actually like 3 guys with illusions…dicks
  • they’ve still got automatic machine guns and I fling Ben outta the way before he can take any stray bullets to finish him off, Sully runs off and the pact finishes the other vamps off
  • I pull down David and can hear Conor’s voice in the hall where Red and Ben are, they all 3 come back in, but Ben smells…human…I guess with Conor being a mage shit like that is possible, Conor gives me a nod…and I can’t help but think this isn’t Conor anymore, not my Conor anyway, the old Conor would have asked if I was ok…and the thought that the old Conor, my Conor, is gone actually shakes me a little….GODDAMN THIS SUITTHIS SHIT HAS ONLY BEEN GETTING TO ME WHILE I’VE BEEN IN THIS SUITNOAH IS GONNA GET IT AND THEN I’M DEMANDING TO SWITCH SUITS.
  • we all head back to the Corporation and finally get our audience with Noah because he has something he wants to tell us…oh sure, only be available when you want to…typical
  • Noah and I hash it out…I don’t 100% agree with what he’s got to say, but I don’t 100% disagree either, so that’s progress…
  • turns out: hybrids are possible and he made Ben one, he found the way to let us switch suits on the fly AND how we’ve been switching suits is Noah dimension hops to places where our parallel souls have just died and snatches them using them as magic devices to channel our suits…so we’re wearing soul suits…and for some reason he thinks this would be deal breakers for us…nah man, killing your bullshit clone was almost a deal break, this? nope…those souls are mine and I’ll wear’m if I want to, don’t even phase me.
  • Red and I let Noah attach the “magic ribs” to let us change suits on the fly and give it a try…yep, back in the wolf suit…thank fucking god.
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Journal 12

So far…. this vampire suit is not my favorite. “Waking up” the first time was the fucking worst. I am so damn glad that Noah has clones, I should have fucking known that it would be more difficult to kill one of the founders, but it’s impossible to think rationally surrounded by all of that blood. The wolf suit had its anger issues, but the hunger with this suit and the god damned fear, I did not expect that. Shit.

As a side note, though, I need to petition for some of that tape Noah’s got. It is useful as shit, especially with all the destructive supes around, self included. We can’t leave ALL of the repair work for Lydia to do.

Then of course, because our first night in these suits wasn’t stressful enough, we find out that Gabe is comatose. Something to do with the god-machine, possibly residual from being possessed, so Prescott (with Lydia’s help) found a demon who could possibly assist us. The demon, we’re calling him Xavier, disguised himself and fooled even Trystan’s senses. That’s- I feel like I can hear everything in this suit, so that is pretty fucking incredible.

He did finally agree to help though, at great personal risk I might add, not sure why this “demon” would go so far for a group of bastards he doesn’t know. I didn’t think he was that impressed bu anything we offered him, but I could be wrong… Feel like we definitely owe Xavier for trying to help even though it didn’t work. I thought Beks was going to lose her shit, and I couldn’t blame her if she did that’s her family. Not sure what she would gave done if Connor hadn’t shown up.

He strolled in, all vamped up, with the Prince and two little girls in tow, and worked some magic on Gabe to keep anyone from tampering with his soul. Woke him right up. What the actual fuck. Even though he has gained 37 years of experience to our one day it still seems like he has learned a disproportionate amount, it seems that he’s more powerful than supes we know who have had hundreds of years to get a handle on their abilities. Not wonder if that has something to do with the Prince being an original or if the Prince just put him through one hell of a training program.

Everything we’ve experienced since waking up in that fucking hell hole of a fight club has been unimaginable and I’m kind of having a hard time wrapping my brain around all of the new weird ass information. How is any of this even fucking possible?! I need a fucking break just to process this but I’m sure I’m not going to get one.

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Field Notes 12 - BT
  • woke up with our new suits on…we had the most severe reactions to these suits….Noah was in the room with us and his blood was so potent it was all I could smell in the room…all I wanted, Red and I charged him, held him down and tore him apart…literally tore him apart while he tried to struggle
  • Red called up to Constantine’s office, I just screamed for him, turns out he’s not in office…seriously I’m starting to wonder on their priorities. I called to Prescott to get the mages up here, but got no response, Felicia came up and seemed super unconcerned about us murdering a founder. The second man I’ve murdered in cold blood, and honestly probably the only person I’ve killed who hasn’t deserved it…I’m in shock, I’m possibly going to be sick, they’re going to kill me, Gabe is gonna try to stop them and get killed to…fuck so is Conor, this is going to be a bloodbath, I have to get to Lydia and get her to fix this somehow, however, she has to, I can’t risk Gabe and Conor fighting for me over this, sell my soul, whatever it takes…. but then Felicia drops it on us that this isn’t Noah just a clone. A clone!!!? What. The. Fuck.
  • First off, that only slightly makes it better….likely the Founders won’t kill us for murdering the clone which is good—means Gabe and Conor are safe, but we still killed an intelligent being…it’s still murder. Murder of a totally innocent person who just got in our way. Needless to say, least favorite suit so far. I’m pissed, beyond pissed that Noah put us in this position. He had to know…why the fuck weren’t we in restraints, why didn’t he have Jean fill us up in another way, why didn’t he involve the Prince on this…the Prince sure as hell could have controlled us. Red and I had no idea what to expect, no clue we’d just be hungry and set off, but Noah sure as shit should have know and taken precautions. Fuck, I’m pissed. When the Founders get back, we’re having a conversation. They want Red and I to be “lifers” but won’t tell us all the details until after we’re on the hook. No. Fuck that. That’s not gonna fly anymore. They can tell us all the shit and then, THEN, at that point if we aren’t lifers they can wipe our memories. Felicia locks our asses in the lab until we cleaned up…thanks very much, I could have used my own shower and some god damn moral support from my brother, but yeahhhh your right Felicia a clean floor is more important. And seriously, taking the extra damage out of my paycheck…yeah bitch that’s fine too, after this…let’s just see how long I’m on the payroll anyway. Last time I had to wash cold blooded murder off my hands …. I just….I’m not sure I can deal with it a second time. War and self defense are another thing altogether, I can file those in a different part of my brain, but this….this is gonna stay with me, feeling him struggle, I can’t get that outta my brain….it was my old man all over again
  • After Red and I were finally cleaned up we were “allowed” to leave the lab and head down to our team. I intended to tell them what had happened and that I was talking to the founders, but the moment Red and I get to my place Prescott says there’s an issue….and Gabe is in a mother fucking coma. And Conor is gone….this is it I’m gonna flip….
  • after talking it out with the group we determine that a demon is possibly the only way to help Gabe, Prescott has some Intel he can get but says he needs time and patience, yeah I gotta step out. I can’t stare at his listless body and be patient so I head outside and pace. After a bid Tristan comes out and just sits there. Something Gabe would’ve done…after an hour of waiting I can’t take it. I need to vent. I simply say “spar” to Tristan and he’s up and in fight mode. He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t cut me, but lays a beating and I dish it back. We both heal so it won’t matter long term, but right now it’s just what I need. Tristan was just what I needed.
  • Prescott announces he’s got a demons location and Lydia teleports Red, Tristan and myself. We fight off some Angels but the demon runs. We track him down to anot abandoned building but Tristan looses the scent and the demon is just gone. We look around and find a human…some drugged bum….but it’s not adding up. I trust Trystan’s tracking and demons can hide from the machine, if they can hide from those bastards they can sure as shit hide from us. So I call bullshit mr. Bum. Except I drink from the bastard and not only do I get high on X, but he also tastes human. Fuck. Too bad he’s coming with us, I’m not chancing it, we’re taking him…then a flicker in his eyes and he asks why, my brother, and he knows I’m being honest and he agrees to help.
  • We port back to my place and chat with the others. We figure out with Mr Demon’s help that hijacking an angel might be the only way to fix what they did to Gabe. The demon helps track an angel occurrence and we port there. We have to stop the angels from enacting “the machine” and instead filter it to the demon. We beat the fuck out of the angels and toggle the machine like we’re supposed to. The demon fights the summoned angel and gets control…literally a fight to the death, clearly I owe this man a debt.
  • we head back to my place again and the demon tries to fix Gabe….he’s at it for an hour…and nothing, he looks at me and shakes his head….goddammit, fuck the founders for not being here. I get they have “bigger” problems but this is my world and I’m going to destroy theirs if they cause mine to be destroyed. Tit for tat.
  • and then The Prince shows up with Conor and two brats in tow. Conor’so pale and acting strange, he’s even moving differently….he’s been turned which I expected, he goes straight to Gabe like he knows….he looks at me with, fuck I don’t know…knowledge…that look I didn’t expect. A few symbols later and some help from Jean and Gabe sits up like he’s just been napping…I’ve never fainted a day in my life, and maybe it’s the new suits, but my legs give out and I cover by dropping to my knees in front of Gabe. I put my head on his chest and hear his heart….I hear my world slam back into place.
  • it’s close to daylight and the pact disperses. Conor needs blood and just from my brief conversations about blood I know there’s power in it. I tell Gabe I want some of his blood. I know I can track him easier if I’ve had it….it’s weird don’t get me wrong, but worth the payout….maybe I should have warned him more cause what the fuck, dude, you’re too vocal. Bleh.
  • after I feed Conor, while Red and the others give us our space. Tristan stays but takes a shower so he’s not in our business. It’s different than I thought it would be, more intimate somehow, more intense….I’d locked my feelings for him up along with the memories of my old man….it was too much then and it’s too much now, but in a different good way….maybe I was just too young and screwed up to deal with it? I’m still screwed up, but maybe being older makes this easier? Fuck. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I’m in love with two guys and this shit is too complicated.
  • Conor heads out after, we touch foreheads like Gabe and i have done so many times before and I tell him he can talk to me about what happened, I know I don’t talk about shit, but that’s because it makes me feel worse, not thinking is what helps me heh……if it helps him to talk though…I tell him I’m there for that and that I also want to know what happened so I feel apart of that time, 37 years is a long time to be gone, it’s longer than we’ve know each other…just that thought makes me feel robbed and pissed….he had to get our, uhhh his, nieces so I get why and I’m not mad, but shit…
  • after Conor leaves Tristan comes out of the shower and shifts so I can feed. He tastes so much better than Gabe and I need to ask if a vamp can get addicted to other supers blood. I drink until I’m full and don’t flip out on him, small win, and when I’m done drinking and he shifts back he pulls me under him, pushing me on my back and into the mattress …I’m already turned on from Conor and now double from Tristan, and I’m torn up inside from all the shit that’s gone down, being with Tristan is a balm and for the first time I let a man be on top, be in control…and for the first time it doesn’t scare me
  • after we stroll out, somehow we manage to be quiet but the others probably know anyway, and I try to think about why that bothers me. Sex is sex and normally I’m hammer blunt on it, it’s just a body function….but that, that was more, maybe I don’t like the intimacy being shared with the others, I don’t want them part of that moment between Tristan and I. Shit. He probably has no clue it was more than just fucking and I’m such a chicken shit I know I won’t be able to tell him.
  • Red takes the couch and I say I want to push my suit…see how long I can stay up…really, I just need to hear Gabe’s heart longer, I need to memorize the sound. Gabe and I stand by the window and as the sun comes up blood leaks from my tearducks….ironic…I haven’t cried in years and when I finally do, it’s blood…how fucking fitting. When the sun finally takes me, I fight it, and think that’s how all the people I’ve killed had to feel….helpless and clawing as the light takes them….
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Journal 11

Was finally able to find time to catch up with Ben and it was… unsatisfactory. I’m glad that he shared the information with me that he did, but I feel like we didn’t really get time to address it to move to any other topic before Hale swooped in and stole me away for a mission. Work, work, work.

We met the others back at HQ and immediately took off on some fancy schmancy jet-pseudo-spaceship literally in to the stratosphere. We weren’t briefed on the mission until we were out of the atmo, but we had a full house with our entire team, the entirety of team Maelstrom, and apparently Connor is leading a new team of Assassin’s, Team Havoc. Turns out we more than needed all of us for this mission. As it is we nearly fucking lost both Atticus and Jean this time round. The rest of the group weren’t unscathed, Gabe was possessed, Trystan was badly injured, everybody received some kind of hurt. I feel fucking impotent when anything like that happens. I feel so protective of every person on our team and yet I’m the least equipped to help in that situation. I’m a doctor for fuck’s sake, but I’m useless when it comes to patching these supes up. Fuck. Thank the fucking lord for Lydia and Jean,we all would have been goners with out them. (An ironic statement since i was ultimately the god-machine that was responsible for the whole damn mess. Fucking pricks, angels.)

That all sorted, we had a ton of catch up to do with the entire business of running a city. Speaking of which Beks and I need to have a conversation about communication as there were apparently a variety of things I should have known but had no clue of. Everything from an escaped prisoner to the fact that the Prince is off running an errand or some shit.

When we got to the Bedlam building Trystan sniffed out that we had a visitor politely awaiting an audience in our conference room. Though it seems he’s really there because he’s got some interest in the Prince, we have agreed to allow the Ancient (he calls himself) Vovan wait in the city for the Prince to return and “grant him an audience”. In reality I’m, 1. pretty fucking sure we don’t have the power to deny his request as he is a god damned fucking dragon, no shit; and 2. the Prince is going to seek him out as soon as he gets back to the city with out us needing to tell him anything. That creature has zeroed in on every other big power that has come to Detroit with no problem.

Met a new ventrue refugee from Chi-town, David. Beks grilled him while I was having a conversation with Lydia and learned enough about him that we felt relatively secure making him the manager / Master of Elysium of our club. We also entered into what I believe will be mutually beneficial business arrangements, financially for us, politically for him, and it’d be nice if we can all be friendly from here on out considering how entwined we just made our futures. The vamps in our city have all been surprisingly… nice. Not sure what it says about me that I find myself liking the monsters more and more and the angels less and less.

According to Vovan, Beks and I are stuck in a “chaotic state” (no shit) as our bonds with our geists are incomplete. That’s not super fucking surprising considering the… nontraditional means in which we became bound with them, but it would be worth pursuing a more secure bond. Don’t have time for that though, as we’ve just been summoned by Noah to don our next suit…

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Field Notes 11 - BT
  • during my diner with Conor he announced he was “leaving” on a mission he quote “had to go on” and didn’t want to talk about it, he said part of it he couldn’t talk about because of the contract he signed with Armenstead…yeah, not sure I believe Armenstead was the one who put the “let’s not tell people about this” clause in there buddy, but you do you and if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine…I get it…you had a life after I left, did I ever say you shouldn’t have? NO. But don’t make me feel guilty for shit that I couldn’t deal with or be a part of yet, I mean for godsake I’d just gotten out of the army, I’d never been on my own and I just needed to find…to find myself…where no big brother or older (and pretty hot) friend could be my fallback. I needed the chance to fuck up, the chance to fail, the chance to be under my own rule and my own power for awhile. Can’t blame him for not understanding that considering I didn’t even fucking know that’s what I was doing until pretty damn recently
  • dinner with Conor was interrupted by Hale who announced we were going back to the Corporation for a job…ugh. Fine. Prince showed up and creepily used my voice to dominate and order Hale away telling him we’d be there on our own. After which Prince got some peaces of info out of Conor…not sure if I’m happy he did that or not, and not sure if he was trying to make me happy by doing it? I seriously cannot figure this creepy bastard out. Regardless, apparently Conor is going to the shadow realm for some errand that the Prince found out about but didn’t say out loud (dick), and the Prince made sure to point out that Conor isn’t going to come back alive…great, thanks for that….and how the fuck do you know? you gonna make sure that prophecy comes true? but Creepy Prince of McCreepson offered to go with Conor and keep him safe, Prince made sure to tell me not to tell anyone he was leaving the city, he left his “shadow” in his place and said that would be more than enough….fuck me, I sure fucking hope so or I’m going to have like 20 really really powerful and really pissed off people on my back for letting this happen…god. damn. it.
  • after getting back to the Corporation we were told there was a level 6 event and we have to get gone really quick, briefing would be en route, yeah fine….and I’m sorry, is that some sort of jet-rocket you want me to fly there? YES PLEASE. Well at least if I was going to sell my soul I get to fly shit like this…seriously….I was in space….that’s the real take-away from this. I WAS FUCKING IN SPACE MR. FUCKING ARMSTRONG. GO EAT IT.
  • as a side note there was an archangel sent to stop a nuclear thing from killing billions, but mr. angel needed to kill 100 or so people to make that happen, dick move bro when we can stop the nuclear bullshit thing with ZERO innocent Aztec sacrifices…I mean what the fuck….yeah, reconsidering being Jewish
  • anyway, we got our asses handed to us, like seriously handed to us, I was about to lose my shit with how many of my pack were dropping, but then another angel starting fighting the one we were sent for….like some power ranger monster battle (which was actually kinda fucking awesome), turns out the other angel of doom is Maelstroms goddamn totem…FINE, JUST BE THAT AWESOME SEE IF I CARE…but fuck me I do kinda care…now we’re gonna have to find a way to step our game the fuck up
  • while all this was going down a smaller angel possessed Gabe and made him hold himself hostage to try and stop the fighting, that 100% solidified it for me…fuck the god machine. I’m done with them. You threatened Gabe’s life, get fucked.
  • Lydia healed up my other pack mates that got hurt and then managed to knock Gabe out so the angel couldn’t possess him, and Jean made sure he was clean
  • returned to the Corporation after that and we had some drinks and a smoke before calling it in
  • finding I’m feeling a little more drawn away from the group than previously, because of the suit? not having the wolf suit means I’m not as, I don’t know, “pack” oriented? or am I just kinda getting sick of some of the drama? I’m not really sure, I mean I do like these people, so maybe it’s just the suit, guess I’ll know more when we change suits, WHICH ACCORDING TO NOAH’S RUDE ASS TEXT APPARENTLY HAS TO FUCKING HAPPEN IN TWO FUCKING HOURS
  • jesus…..that man doesn’t know how to wait, which yeah fine I get it, you’re a busy world changing mage, but for fucks sake, let me have a couple days to get my shit in order, you did give Red and I the task of putting a city back together, which is a full time job unto itself let alone the other shit we’re dealing with…what happens to your suit when we bust at the seems?
  • chatted with Noah, guess we’re going to try on our Vamp suits, which means we actually have to die this time…reallllly hoping that I’m gonna wake up this go considering I kinda might have pissed Noah off a lot…I was just speaking my mind though, can’t get in trouble for that right? I mean I guess I have in the past, just kinda thought Noah and I were on honest and forthcoming terms, not really sure now though as he is still obviously holding intel away from us. He used the excuse that we aren’t 100% involved with the corporation and until we are “lifers” then he can’t tell us any more than he already has…..I called bullshit and he did divulge that he wants humans to have the chance to ALL be supers if they want so they can oppose the machine. I know a lot of dick humans…like, come to think of it, I know more dick humans than I do supers….wayyyyyyy more. And I don’t want a single one of those bastards getting powers….is there a selection process? cause that shit needs to be regulated. i’m not sure Noah feels that way and that scares the fuck outta me. I told him as much and he hawk eyed me while filling the bacta tank thing up…thanks, now I’m wondering if I’m gonna wake up….sigh, way to make a girl feel comfortable while she’s naked…dick
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Field Notes 10 - BT
  • We’re obviously doing something right, got the attention of lots of people…and they’re pissed….and using rocket launchers to destroy our shit. First, fuck you. Second, rocket launcher? Nice. Third, but seriously fuck you. King Hottie got Red and I away from the blast, but Benny, who was in the room, wasn’t as lucky and took the blast full on in the back. Honestly, I’m pretty surprised he’s alive….isn’t he supposed to be a newbie…I mean seriously he took that rocket like a champ. Wonder if it has anything to do with Braden being his sire…like are vamps more badass depending on who sires them? Mental note, remember to ask that sometime.
  • Red and I chased after Benny as he frenzied out and went after the baddies. Fighting on the open street isn’t idea, but with Benny flipping out Red and I didn’t really have choice…also realized Benny is gonna attack our shit as soon as the baddies are down. Attacking a herald carries a death sentence…not good. Thank fuck I still have those stupid little goblin fruit—what’s that 3 times now the damn fruit has saved our ass? Ugh. I really hate relying on shit like that. Gonna have to figure a way out to control beasts so this doesn’t happen again. In the meantime shoving the fruit down Benny throat worked ok, although he did bit Mac, but thankfully our Watch was smart enough to look the other way and be elsewhere for that.
  • Once things were pretty much taken care of about 6 more baddies showed up, along with King Hottie, who drove his SUV between us as a shield…and are those automatics the baddies have…excellent, I’ve been wanting to test out just how bullet proof I am in this suit. I put myself out front to be the target and make sure the others were safe too…for some reason they don’t seem to understand I can take care of myself and all of them also decided to jump into line of sight to “help me out”. Do they seriously think I’m just suicidal and would jump out if I didn’t think I was going to be 100% fine? I don’t fucking need rescued…never have and never will. What the fuck. We need a tactics talk. Regardless we took down the new baddies with ease and 3 of them surrendered.
  • Turns out the shit storm was a ruse…a true Fae called the Hedge Master had come to start shit…thankfully the Invisible Prince is a goddamn monster of a badass and literally stapled her to a concrete wall. He was tore up pretty bad and needed to feed…more than we could provide apparently and King Hottie offered to take us to Baba Yaga Castle, which Red seemed really excited about…
  • Prince Badass tied the Fae bitch in the castle basement and then literally walked into a fountain of blood and just soaked it in, through his pores like a creepy stephen king villain. Seeing that…I just didn’t expect that to get to me. I mean I can be in the same room as a rocket going off, I can kill people and sleep just fine, hell I can even morph into a fucking horror movie werewolf and feel completely normal…but seeing that scary ass mother fucker bathing in that fountain of blood…that shit…is gonna give me a nightmare.
  • Once we got back to our realm or whatever I should fucking call it, I got a text from Cupid to ask Conor to dinner….now doesn’t seem the time, but I guess that’s the point and honestly I wouldn’t mind eating dinner with a friend and someone I feel safe and comfortable around, so yeah, probably a bad idea, but fuck it, lets do it…
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Journal 10

Really getting fucking tired of people randomly attacking us, especially when it gets people I care about involved. Not that I expect that’s going to change anytime soon… we knew we were going to be ruffling feathers with our city project, but shit. This time it was an asshole with a rocket launcher who blasted a hole in our Bedlam building in order to get at us, he lit Ben on fire in the process. Ben lost his shit and Beks had a fucking brilliant idea to bring him out of it, he did tear a chunk out of my shoulder in the process which hurt like a son of a bitch, but Sofia patched me right up. Did not know she could do that, fucking useful as shit though.

I digress, when we had bazooka boy just about taken care of some (I’m assuming) friends of his decided to make an appearance. Quite fortuitously, Atticus also came rolling in at that time (like a god damned knight in shining armor) to save the day, mind-jobbing bazooka’s buddies in to a state of compliance. Seems the Watch had some difficulties of their own, no losses on our side though, so that’s good. While all of this was going on the Prince and our Sheriff were tied up with the “Hedge Master” a true fae who, we’re assuming came in search of her escapee, Rose. That bitch showing up at the same time as all of the damn vamps that attacked seems far too coincidental. There’s definitely something shady about that, I wonder if there’s any connection between these attacks and our “friend” Mr. “Fuck You” Bellafont, the mastermind with possible other supe connections.

Anyway, it is apparently nigh-impossible to really kill a true fae, even for the Prince, so he invited himself over to Atticus’ place in the Hedge, Baba Yaga’s Castle. Guess the castle has a handy place to store the fae as well as an “all-you-can-eat” vamp buffet. IE: a fountain of blood from which to drink (so long as you don’t get fucking addicted).

Atticus is now officially a part of the pack, it would have been difficult to refuse him after all the help he offered, still it was important for the entire pack to agree in spite of some reservations…

Now, I’ve got to get cleaned up to have dinner with Ben. Knowing him it’s going to be somewhere hell a fancy… Shit. I’ll have to wear a dress. Looking forward to finally really talking with him though, we haven’t really gotten much chance to do that and I think we need to.

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