Wednesday, February 29, 2012

So I was chatting with Lis last night and I heard someone outside. I slowly went up and checked the door.

There was a present waiting for me.

It was small box, neatly wrapped with a nice little ribbon. There was a note inside that was neatly folded and sealed with a waxy distorted emblem.

To whom it may concern: 

        Mr. Schultz, I must apologize on behalf of my subordinate. What the one you call Andras did the other night was out of line. He was under specific orders not to engage you and as a result of his insubordination and revealing unnessecary information he has been punished as I have seen fit. I appreciate that you are taking this assault in stride and I wish you the best in recovering from your present ailment.  Inside the box you will find that, after some forceful coercion, Andras has given you a token of his apologies. He hopes that you will appreciate it. 
                                                                                                                                               The Grigori

I found that below the letter something neatly wrapped up in that paper that people stuff into the bags they put presents in in order to find it. After pulling through layer after layer I finally saw the present.

A tongue.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I can barely breathe

Sunday night, my little Oscars party was ruined by Andras.

It had certainly been a while since I had seen him. I wondered what he'd been up to?

Anywho I heard my car alarm go off. Given that my car is old as hell, the alarm is rather distinct from most of the others cars. Like an idiot my instincts took over, I grabbed one of my trench blades, and I went to check it out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Andras picked a damn good time to attack me. I'll give him credit there. I can't speak due to laryngitis and respiratory system is inflamed so needless to say it would been a great chance to kill me. Unfortunatly for him, it's been well established that I am a stubborn son of a bitch

He attacked me like some sort of feral animal trying to stab at my with his sword but some how missing each time. I'm not sure if he was drunk or just plain insane(r than usual). I wringled out of his my corner that he had me in and  I went on the offensive. As we clashed, something unbelievable happened.

He spoke.

"You piece of shit!" his voice sounded quite young and little high for someone of his size. He sounded like he could've been a little older than me. It had a little bit of...oh dear how do I say this without getting in trouble... an ebonic dialect. It wasn't thick but it was noticable enough.

"You fucker! You trash! You're nothing!" his slashes were not as calculated and precise as they were in the last bouts we've had. He just swung wildly like a kid with stick. "What the fuck makes you so special! I've lost everything I've known and love yet you....why does the Grigori and the Boss take a liking to you! Why have gotten to live so peacefully? What makes you so goddamn special! Why do they give you fucking special treatment when you aren't even one of us!  It makes no fucking sense! I won't stand for that! "

"Look you're just kinda' rambling right now. And did you seriously come here to throw a tantrum and state shit I already know!" I barely managed to rasp out. I met him blow for blow but my body was giving out on me. My lungs felt like they were weighing me down and I was restraining myself from breaking down into a coughing fit. "I'm trying to figure out why I'm special too!" My body broke down at this point, and I staggered back as I let out hacking coughs that sounded like I've been smoking for 50 years. I was expecting a finishing blow when I looked up and saw three masked people restraining him.

All three of them were dwarfed by Andras as the one restraining Andras from behind spoke in deep voice  "What the hell do you think you are doing? This is a blatant disregard of orders."

"Fuck that! It's only going to wind up getting us killed if we keep these people alive!"

The smallest of the three stood out the most to me because of her outfit. Unlike the others who wore standard practical clothing and hoods over their heads, this blonde-haired kid wore large combat boots that seemed a little big on her as did her brown and black worn down sweater which looked better suited for Andras. She took out a needle (heh, I didn't know The Advocate had apprentices) and slipped it into Andras' arm "Ssh, you're going to say too much." the girl who barely seemed into her teens said with concern. Andras quickly calmed down, practically slumping in the arms of the man behind him.

The third turn to me and almost gave an apologetic bow. "We are very sorry about this. So..." Her voice sounded very...gentle. And I think I detected a Ukranian dialect. She seemed like she didn't know what else to say except "Have a nice night." And the three went off as I was left struggle to catch my breath.

So after all of this I'm left with confusion, 3 mysterious people, a load of questions, and, according to the doctor I visited yesterday, laryngitis.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Oscars Night!


As a movie connosieurm Oscars Night is one of the few set things I look forward to every year.

I especially rooting for Hugo, granted I'll probably be facing the reality that The Artist will snatch up most of them. Don't get me wrong, The Artist is a great movie but it is also live, wriggling Oscars bait. It just did not have the same emotional impact that Hugo had on me.

And if The Tree of Life wins Best Picture I will lose all hope and faith in not only the Oscars, but in humanity itself.

And there WILL  be blood. 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Super Sentai and Power Rangers

Deviating from the norm, I'd like to talk about something near and dear to my childhood.

When I was kid the big things was Power Rangers; the multi-colored, masked group of teens who were ready to  kick the ass of a screechy witch released from a space dumpster on the moon. Sure it's cheesy and campy. Sure it's taking it's source material from it's Japanese Super Sentai counterpart. And sure it had little to no plot what-so-ever. But, I loved them, I idolized them, I pretended to be them.

The reason I bring this up is because the latest Super Sentai series, Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger came to an end last Sunday. As it was the 35th anniversary of the series, Gokaiger dedicated itself to honoring the previous series that came before it. They had cameos from previous Sentai members and the awesome thing was that they gave the Ranger team the abillity change into all 194 previous rangers. It was great throwback to my childhood and provided me a year full of entertainment and more crowning moments of awesome than you can shake a stick at.

It also taught me that no matter how old you get, you'll still value the heroes you grew up with and carry their lessons, power, and spirit with you. And when I'm being stalked by a tall, thin, faceless bastard, as silly as it sound, I sometimes look back on those times I pretended to be one of them, and it makes things a little better.

So thank you Super Sentai and thank you Power Rangers for giving and helping me so much.

On that note, I give you the credits to the epic movie Gokaige vs. Goseiger! Super Sentai 199 Hero Great Battle (I believe that's the correct order of the words ^.^; )

Ugh, I think that week I spent outside in the cold, wet weather is catching up on me. Snot, aches, and some weird feverish dream state that I seem to go in from time to time, and my sheets are soaked with sweat.

Yeah I know, First-world problems. Boo-fucking-hoo. But I just felt like bitching about it because there's not much else I can do at this point.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

So...all of this has happened.

It's certainly alot to take in. And Christ, all that dimensional bleeding stuff makes my brain hurt if I try to wrap my head around it. I mean it could explain how all that crazy shit goes down on the Solstice. Or why Slendy went all bestial on my ass.

But the most important thing I'm concerned about is Aura. I've been talking to her for the last couple of months and well, I've grown quite fond of her. And according to Chad, in the end all that will come of my feelings towards her is pain.

I'm going to be frank.

I don't give a flying fuck.

My friendship towards Aura is something cherish. Hell my relationships towards any of my friends is something I hold very dear to be. But with Aura, I feel incredibly motivated to help her. I really care for her.This all probably sounds foolishly naive.

Anna, I'm going to make sure you can look at the stars again.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Sanctuary Of Sorts

After almost a month I have finally found myself a place to stay. It's not as high up as my old hiding spot but it'll do. I couldn't have asked for a better Valentine's Day gift. 

Actually, fuck that. I fucking hate Valentine's Day. 

It's not because I'm single or because I believe it's a holiday driven by consumerism (I fully support Post-Valentine's Day candy sales). Back in 7th grade my school had this candy-gram thing where you could send these chocolate roses to people. And...well...

I was the only one in my class who didn't get one. 

It was kinda' traumatizing and it's left me loathing it ever since. Yeah, it sounds silly but that's just how it is. 

Anywho, I've been busy settling in. However, this little post has had me very, very worried.

Anna, I hope you are okay. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Going Ons

So in regards to my last post. I was going through some tough shit last week.

I will not go into details for right now. What I can say right now is that I am not in my hiding place anymore. I've done things that have really shaken me up. Things that are probably going to change me in the long run.

I just have to lay low right now.

I do have to thank EmberDiaLisElaine, and most especially Aura for helping me through this.

On a smaller note, apparently The Grigori has finally figured out how to use the internets, and has been poking around. So apparently, like I suspected, he is one of the higher-up in the Proxy hierarchy (if you could call it that) and seem to be responsible for keeping them all fund. So why is he poking at me? And how does he expect to hold up against some group of folks who function like a millitary unit and are gunning down Proxies left and right.

It's kinda funny. When I start this blogging I sort of treated things as black and white. Runners = Good. Proxies=Bad. But over this mere span of months I've grown to be generally concerned about alot of these guys who I would have considered my enemies. On that note, I hope Brown Recluse, Gleeman, and Crouching Tiger got out of there alive.

And also, to those Proxies who I have taken a liking to (you may or may not know who you are), if you are ever sent to kill me, be sure not to hold back because I want it to be one hell of a fight.