by TheTimeTrust, GoozX and I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
From: travesty47@yahoo.co.uk
Date: June 9, 2002 9:58 PM
To: Croup, Vandemar and Mayhew
Subject: Infiltration
Dear sirs,
Infiltration of the target zone has been successful.
That said, there were a few complications involved in executing the task therein. I have taken the liberty of detailing them in full in the attached file, with a reasonable expectation of bonus pay.
Regards,
~Griffin~
Griffin:
As always, the sensation of the eldil stone, once activated, is one that is not entirely unpleasant, although it is otherwise utterly disturbing to any thinking man's senses.
My vision is completely changed while I am in this form, and I never go hungry for the duration. It is as if everything that one believes to be solid and real is as nothing more than like mist, or clouds.
As I walk across the street from my viewing place, cars pass by me and through me with nary a whisper unless I stop to listen very carefully. To my perception, they are merely ghosts of their former selves.
Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a solid form or two walking around the streets. This used to startle me, until I realized that these now-solid spirits cannot see me and, indeed, rarely see each other. They generally frequent the most populated areas, such as the hotels, the beaches, and the marketplaces. The myth of a haunted cemetery is just that -- myth.
The apartment building before me is as transparent and misty as everything else in this landscape, although... it appears as if there are some solids inside as well. I can only hope that they are merely spirits of the dead and not the bright ones. I barely escaped from my last encounter with one of them. Mere ghosts, on the other hand, are powerless and easily handled.
In this form, I easily bypass any physical security systems installed. There are none that can safeguard against spirits themselves.
Hmm... there appears to be some sort of social gathering afoot.
Meanwhile, at the apartment complex in La Perdita, the just-arrived Bhaghhh-rupth, lord of the flies and of the rotten land, was about to wreak havoc in the middle of the party.
The huge figure dropped to the ground, breaking through a table of snacks. The beast's body was huge, its skin a mix of green and brown, crusted and chipping off like dried paint, his body decayed over years in a Hell-like atmosphere. The clouds of insects flying around his head buzzed, as all sounds of the party stopped. The music was silent. The people were the same.
Sam Dawson turned to Mick Harrison. "Buddy, call M'xy -- do something!" But Mick was passed out over the couch. "Ah, shit. Shirley?"
"I got nothing," said Shirley Francis, shrugging as she backed away. "Maybe Kit will know what to do." She left the room.
Sam was speechless. This huge beast was going to wreck his party of the year. Then it spoke.
"I am Bhaghhh-rupth, lord of the flies and of the rotten land!"
Then a crazy idea struck Sam, and he jumped onto a table and threw his arms into the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a second special guest for you tonight! The Super-Freak, Bhaghhh-rupther, THE LORD OF THE FLIES, an upcoming member, seen first here, of the... uh, the Sardella Brothers and their spectacular illusion show!"
After a brief silence, the crowd of people began cheering and whistling and chanting the creature's name.
"Bhaghhh-rupther! Bhaghhh-rupther! Bhaghhh-rupther!"
Bhaghhh-rupth looked around, confused. Spectacular illusion show? All these people cheering for him? Then the truth came to him. He had finally escaped the prison he had been held in for over a decade. He wasn't a slave of the darkness anymore -- he was free!
Sweat dripped from Sam's brow. He had no clue what to do next. Was this thing going to attack, or would it hopefully just stand there and look stupid? The next thing that would happen would shock him.
Bhaghhh-rupth began break-dancing in the middle of the crowd, using his turtlelike back to spin and shake.
Lance was returning from the bar with two drinks in his hands, when he bumped into the giant, smelly, monster turtle on the dance floor.
"Sorry," Lance said to the demon.
"Hurm," replied Bhaghhh-rupth, lord of the flies and of the rotten land.
Lance continued walking until he reached the couch Mick was sitting on. "There you go," Lance said, handing one of the drinks to Mick.
"Thanks, man," Mick said. "Maybe some beer will help my stomach."
"Yeah... say, do you know who that turtle-dude is?" asked Lance, discreetly pointing at Bhaghhh-rupth, lord of the flies and of the rotten land.
Mick turned to look.
"Don't look!" Lance said. "That's rude."
"That's the demon turtle dude," Mick said, taking a sip from the glass of beer.
"Ah," said Lance.
Griffin:
The computer files on the agents of MBL Consulting, Incorporated, were helpful, but they lacked much crucial information.
I follow the obese black man named Kit Piper as he waves goodbye to Shirley and proceeds to walk out of the office, turning back and giving her a good-natured admonition to make sure the party doesn't get too out of control. He then leaves, presumably for his own flat a few blocks away. I will track him later.
Silent whisps brush past me as I walk down the pale transparent corridor. I do not bother straining my ears to listen to their chatter. They are merely teenagers.
Still, a presence tugs at me, and I am compelled to walk back to the lobby as another walks in. This one is different... has a stronger presence... and appears to be no older than ten.
I recall my information files quickly. This child is most likely a member of La Perdita's security force, the PSI-Unit. As I recall, this PSI-Unit has seven members in all, the youngest a child of only ten summers, and the rest almost all in their teens, the oldest one aged twenty-one. They are quite formidable in their own way, a group of psychics and telekinetics. This young one, Axel by name if I remember correctly, appears to be quite gifted for his age. He appears to travel everywhere by levitation. I prepare myself for any trouble.
The young one stops and looks around, as if sensing me. I almost laugh. It's likely he's encountered ghosts before, and that is what I will, of course, appear to him. Indeed, for all intents and purposes, that is what I am when I am in this state. I babble a few trifle and vague warnings about great evil to come to the island, and the boy is compelled to leave, no doubt to discuss things with his little friends.