2020.01.14

January 14, 2020

Wow! A Week of Vacation! Thanks, Danno!

And what a week it has been, I could have written this journal entry at any time or several individual ones even, but just like my homework assignments back during my school days last minute seems to suit me best. Well, after last night, yeah it is time to write an entry. Too many things are going on in my life and I really need to write it all down before I forget the important details. So what has been going on this past week and a half?

Well for starters I went out and hammered out my first real (and successful) changeling pledge. Well, yes, I did have some pledges with my ungrateful fellow party members. But do they want free stuff at little cost to them, now? Now that I actually know how to craft a halfway decent pledge. Nope! Well when I've used up all my pledge capacity, then, they'll be coming to me, 'Oh please can I have my free abilities and shit from you now'. Well, sorry, you should have asked my BEFORE I went out and got ACTUAL market value for my time. Oh yes, Miss Octavia Maehara became the first mortal (yeah - mortal - that is what we changelings call the normal folk) to sign on the dotted line. And damn is she a total babe now... I am actually quite proud of myself there. Damn I am good with this shit. What did I get out of the deal? I got the pure unadulterated joy of knowing that I helped a person in need. I like joy! Lots and lots of joy! :)

So it sounds like the Magi had an interesting Saturday night. Cygin comes home all pissed off, saying that the party doesn't trust him, how can they not trust him. Been there done that. Suck it up, Cygin. I've had the party riding my ass because they didn't / don't trust me. Just because I made the mistake of thinking that I could do the Lord's work and convert a True Fay to the Light. (Well, yes, I did kind of go overboard with her by falling in love.) Still though, I knew in my heart that I was loyal to the party and to the mission. Yes, it does hurt not to have your companions believe in you. It fucking sucks. When I would give my life for any of them and they won't even take a God damned pledge from me trying to help their sorry asses out. So yes, I know exactly what you are going through. I would have stuck up for you in front of your arrogant and pompous mage council. Maybe if I didn't hate Andariel so much I would have been hanging with you guys that night. But I won't give that thin-skinned bitch the time of day. (She knew damn well I wasn't trying to insult her.) Sorry Cygin, I wish I was there that night.

On a side note I did give Annie a nice raise. She has been quite the trooper as of late. She has come a long way too. I resupplied the infirmary and paid for the stolen equipment too. (Well I haven't made my anonymous donation to the hospital yet, but soon I shall. I am going to get that ambulance off my conscience too.)

So now we arrive at Sunday, January 5, 2020 a date which will live in infamy. Well maybe not infamy, but damn it - I should have been taken along. I come home from a nice talk with Jericho to an empty warehouse. I was going to order a pizza too, but no, nobody home. So I crash downstairs in the TV room for awhile, watch some old reruns of Bewitched then get some reading done in the Subterfuge book. I doze off on the couch for awhile then Holy Hell, Danno looks like he got seriously punked. WTF is this shit! If you guys are going to go messing around with a freaking super spirit then maybe having the whole party with you might help!!

Even after getting the whole story about what happened down there, it still was a stupid thing to do. Yeah you guys tested the waters all right down there. And if you were all killed down there, then what!

Well after that whole fiasco I really just had to unwind so I went out to the bar. Not particularly caring what the others were doing. So I hooked up with Titus for awhile (his secret agent name is Mr. Tithe). He is a cool cat and I think that he and I can do some business. I really hope that he takes me up on that request. I shall call that endeavor Operation M.C.

By Tuesday I had calmed down a bit. Anyway, we can't afford to hate each other when we need to stop Donovan. We can all kill each other after we stop Donovan. So what did I do? I went out and sponsored a soup kitchen. Yeah, The Padre is back. I am so happy that there is a St. Thomas' in Chicago. Hah!

So on Wednesday I stopped on over the Autumn Court Theater where I had a nice little discussion with Lord Dae'Sylvus. Damn that whole True Fay thing really has him gun-shy. Well I can't say that I blame him. He's taken a lot crap over the whole Amber incident. All these Winter court emo freaks just don't understand. Hiding aint gonna solve anything. You need to take these chances when the opportunities arrive! I had her under control! (Damn, I've got to stop thinking like that about the T.F. or she'll get pissed again, but damn it. I had that pledge locked in place it should have worked!)

Well anyway Lord Dae'Sylvus did agree to teach Oopie some Autumn Court mojo. However, I will run this by the others first, since it will require Oopie to spend some time at the Autumn Court while he learns. I think Oopie will want his special training though. It will make his life easier, after all.

I went to the clubs later that night to try and assuage my conscience. That didn't work out so well. My target demographic apparently wants nothing to do with me. That really sucks. Oh sure those freaky Vampire chicks (and dudes, but Hell no!) were all over me. I'm not really into Necrophilia. That's what it is no matter how you look at it!! I don't care how hot they may look. Not there yet.

So by Saturday night I was drunk off my ass. Too many dangerous and wonderful things on my mind I really wanted to throw Durandal (yeah that is the new name of my maul... I think that it is pretty damn awesome and Jericho agrees) through that stained glass window, but I thought better of it. Well, I think I passed out first before I could throw it and probably in my inebriated state I would have hit one of the other windows instead. That window will be the reminder of the pitfalls of my Pride. Every day I walk into that Chapel I will look at that window and know how bad I screwed up that deal with Amber. I am pretty damn sure that she was ready to fuck me over and not in the pleasurable way. It shall be the symbol of my folly.

Last night, well, let's just say... that I am not saying. ;)

Some thoughts on D, well, he is the reason why we are doing what we do. I may as well dedicate a little journal time to him. So D is looking for a specific DNA signature in a mortal. D is also looking for a legendary artifact. The question is how do these two threads intertwine? Is the mortal somehow required to make the object work? Is one a vessel for the other? Is this mortal somehow a threat to D? Why Chicago of all places? Why is Chicago so special? I have been asking this question forever. How is D so sure that this mortal is in Chicago? Chicago and this mortal must share some connection. Perhaps D can just sense that this mortal is in Chicago.

Another thing... My past... Why does it seem that my past is a party that everybody knows about but I was never invited to? How in the Nine Hells of Baator does SHE know about my past!? I really need to get to the bottom of the mystery of my past. I have a feeling that I did something and it didn't turn out how I wanted it to. Damn this amnesia! There has got to be some way to retrieve these memories.

This reminds me... this whole Skull and Bones issue with him being in my old school. I don't remember living in Chicago? That is really bugging the hell out of me. I need to know if he shipped me off to Arcadia. Could I have been in Arcadia twice or did I somehow escape him only to be captured later??