Monday 23 December 2013

Do you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Wednesday 11 December 2013

Yo

Welp.  Guess who's all alone in her head?  This chick.  Everyone else moved into different planes or died in the fighting.  Some of them got reincarnated or born into new bodies. Spyre is probably the most adorable baby I've ever stolen.  We now have an entire nursery of babies that are practically two days old and talking already with my favorite personalities shoved into them.  Kinda a messy business, seeing as I kinda doomed a bunch of baby souls to wander around proverbial purgatory for the rest of eternity.

Strider's been attempting to remove the infants from the house for a while, but I've been stopping him.  It not exactly like I can return them or anything.  They aren't real babies.  Just souls shoved into a baby's body.

On another point, Strider gave Erin a cigar.  He now has a well deserved knife buried up to the hilt in his shoulder.

Life is pretty good.  I'm killing people, I've got adult-babies, I'm going to get married eventually.  Funfun.

Wednesday 30 October 2013

FALSE ALARM

Tex forgot to push the date on the warning post back. Sorry if we scared you.
Here, have a thing.

Tuesday 29 October 2013

EMERGENCY POST

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED POST SET BY:   ASH, SPYRE, SPARK




ARKE IS AT WAR.








If this post is up, then the inevitable has happened.  Arke, our mental home, is in the midst of our second civil war.  The results of this will be disastrous.  The last war of this size decimated our population and created a rift between parties for ten years.  Thousands of personalities died, leaving only five or six standing.
We warn you of this.  It is likely that those you have befriended will be vanquished in the upcoming battles.
We will take care to post a list of the lost.  



WARNING BY THE ARKE CENTRAL COMMITTEE

Sunday 6 October 2013

Long Time No Post

Howdy!
I'm Tex, the newest addition to Arke, as well as the most awesome.  I'll be postin' here from now on, seein' as Ash an' them signed me on up to post here once a week.  Just some o' them life updates an' stuff.

Nothin' much's been goin' on.  Erin's been messin' around with Astrid some an' Strider's bein' a pain, but all else besides everythin's good.  We ain't been postin' as Arke is gettin' crazy huge an' everythin's been outa place lately.  But we got it all up an' this is my new job.  Blog poster.  Cool, huh?

Monday 16 September 2013

Happy, Happy Birthday

That's right guys, your favorite LoreMaster/Seeker is having a birthday! Now, to be perfectly honest, I have no idea exactly how old I am, or if this is really my chronological birthday, seeing as several years passed in the space of like two days for me.
Anyway, on this day, sixteen years ago for you lot, anywhere between eighteen and twenty-something for me, I was born. It wasn't a glamorous situation, nor was it celebrated with the giving of gifts. That didn't start happening until about a year later. It was just a woman squeezing out a seven-pounds, sixteen-ounces baby which was named Ashley Nicole (and no last name for you)
Now, I've actually decided to keep September sixteenth as my birthday on my new (totally not forged) documentation. I've made my new name to be Nicole Vix (it'll be Strider here soon, so last name no matter). Fully fleshed out, really nice. It says I'm twenty-one, so that's cool.
We aren't going to be having much of a celebration for it. Maybe some cake and steaks. Definitely steaks. I like steak.
Presents aren't that big of a concern for me, honestly, seeing as my (definitely not forged at all) inheritance left me with several million dollars. I can buy whatever I want and even if I couldn't afford it, I could always just kill whoever owns it (kiddingnotkidding)

I've been thinking about life before all of this happened, and I wish I knew what it would be like. Would I be happier? I'd definitely be younger, probably single. Definitely would not have a kid. I'd still be in school. I wouldn't have met Strider, though. If it weren't for that, then I'd want to go back. But I have my family now, and they are my life. On the last September sixteenth, I was so young... I had no idea what was coming, I had no idea that, by the time my next birthday came, I would be years older, a murderer, engaged, with a kid, any of it.

Sometimes I regret becoming a Seeker. I almost miss being a Runner, though I really wasn't at it long enough to start running. I remember the fear, and sometimes I think that's better than the joy.
Guys, I haven't been posting that often because I very little to say. My life has honestly not been anything interesting for you lot to watch. I give you occasional updates just so you know I'm alive. I may quit the blog soon, I don't know if it's worth it anymore.
I started on one blog to make sure I didn't go out quietly. I started a second because the first was taken from me. I then joined a blog because I lost the second as well. After that, I made this one, this blog that has seen so much of who I am, but nowhere near all of it.

I really see all of you as friends, but the fact that I would kill any of you with barely any hesitation worries me. It worries me more than I can say.

Today, I celebrate my birth, tomorrow, though, could celebrate my end. I hold no delusions of grandeur now. I am a weapon, and weapons break. I want, with all my heart, to grow old, to live a long and happy life, but the chances of that are small. You Runners have a damn good chance if you stop dying, if you start working together. Trust is a good thing, y'know.

I've been blathering for a while now, so I'll let you go now. Bye.

Wednesday 11 September 2013

Astrid

Here

I just picked her up the other day.  She looked awful.  She was dirty, her clothes torn and stained, her hair a complete mess.  She was hurt, pretty badly from the looks of it, but getting her to let me touch even just to Path her back was nigh impossible.  
When I first got her into the house, Strider slammed her into a wall and held a blade to her neck for several seconds before I got him to let her go.  I set her up in our spare room and directed her to where she could take a shower and loaned her some of my clothes.  She seemed grateful enough, though she still refuses to let me look at her wounds.  

She's going to have to stop being scared of me if I'm going to teach her anything.  Erin seems to be enjoying her company, at least.  The box, which was not with the kid, has mysteriously popped up in her room.  I'll enjoy rifling through it later.

Saturday 7 September 2013

On and On

Strider was tucking Erin into bed, I was on the couch, drawing.  The lights were dim and the red on my paper almost brought a twisted smile to my lips.  I would share the picture, the beauty of that girl hanging from the side of a water tower, her intestines draped around her elegantly, but it is no longer beautiful to me.

Strider quietly stepped down the hallway, and stood in front of me.  I could see the stiffness in his posture, the determination in his eyes.  He stood there for several seconds before I set the sketchpad aside and stood, my own posture relaxed yet somewhat threatening.  He glanced down before meeting my eyes, his mouth a set and determined line across his face.

"We need to talk"

I narrowed my eyes slightly at this, in an almost cat-like manner.  Rather than display the suspicion and paranoia I felt verbally, I granted him a nonchalant "Oh?"

He stepped forward, and I tensed immediately as he came into the pale light, the shadows falling dark across his face as he spoke, almost softly, yet firmly, "You've changed.... Not in the good way."

I waited for him to continue, my jaw jutting out unintentionally as I fell into a stiffer pose, one more suited to brace for an attack... or to give one. 

"You think of yourself as a Monster, when you are not.  You are a Seeker, a weapon, but you need a release to keep you, come train with me."  He stepped clear of the coffee table, everything about him screaming that I had one chance to accept his offer, or face the consequences.

I laughed bitterly, a slight touch of mania to my tone, a bittersweet smile spread across my lips before I went eerily silent, matching his gaze coldly.  "I am a monster, sweetheart.  And I get plenty of training in when I go out and play with all the little Runners." 

"Sometimes you face others just as trained as you, like Rogue Seekers," 

He kicked at me, lighter than he could have at full power, knocking me back, causing me to curse and pull a knife from my belt, brandishing it expertly, I stepped at him, swinging the blade at his face with a sadistic smile.  He simply leaned back, pushing the arm on past him as he gave me a sharp flat-palmed slap to my ribs.  I continued to swing at him, almost wildly as he continued to give me stinging smacks on my neck, arms, torso, all of which hurt, serving only to anger me further.  He knocked my knife away from me and I pulled another from the small sheathe I kept under my shirt.  His every motion was fluid and clean, my own seeming sloppy and disorganized in comparison.  I caught him on the arm as he blocked, unable to sidestep that particular blow, leaving a deep and nasty red gash down his forearm.  The blood excited me for a moment, his small grunt of pain deeply satisfying, my smile growing larger.  Though his painful smacks were not hindered by this injury, I could feel a well of triumph raising in my chest before I stopped, the knife slipping from my hand and falling to the floor.  I looked at him with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what I had just done.  I stood there, dumbstruck, for several long seconds before falling back, landing with a soft thump on the ground as I stared up at him from my sitting position.

"Strider..... I...... oh god, I'm so sorry...." was all I could say.

He watched me for several moments before glancing down the hallway towards the front door before looking back to me and stepping forward, sitting next to me with a small thud and pulling me in close.



I know what I need to be now.


Wednesday 28 August 2013

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

Okay, so, while this is a difficult time for everyone, there can still be some joy!
The time has come for Strider and I to officially announce our engagement!
Yes, people, we're getting married.

While we have decided on a place, but not exactly a time.
Invitations will be emailed or personally delivered to those of you we like.
And no, Kelevra, Morningstar, you are NOT invited. 
We don't like you.

Rose has graciously accepted my offer of being my maid of honor,
And I believe Roy is the best man.


Don't worry about us finding you to personally deliver invitations.
I've tracked all of your IP addresses.

EDIT:
Due to the fact that we are planning on inviting Runners,
Feel free to pack as many weapons as you'd like, so long as you don't cause any fights.  
Strider will be insuring that Father does not make an appearance during the reception.
The other Seekers present, while I doubt we will be able to un-arm them,
Will be coerced by Strider into not causing anything.

Any fights that are initiated will be responded with removal from the service and from life.

Oh, and,
FREE FOOD
:D

Tuesday 20 August 2013

Family

Erin and I have developed a habit of sitting on the couch, leaning against each other, and just reading.  While neither of us says anything and we're both absorbed in our different literary worlds, it really is a good bonding experience.
We're doing something similar now, though, now.  I just have my computer instead of a bo oh shit Dark portal

EDIT:
Eheheh.... I freaked out a bit much there.  Though, it is justifiable when a portal to the Dark magically appears in your living room and a man with two damn swords covered in blood backs out of it and that's all you can see.  He was completely soaked in blood, and dripped all over my damn carpet.  He had the look of someone who had been in the Dark his whole life, and he honestly scared me.  Kinda pissed me off, too. It took me about five seconds to post that earlier, before I pulled the knife off my belt to face him and pushed Erin behind me.  
He started laughing and spoke as he turned around, "You honestly wanted to stay a Shadow?  Their training sucks." It was Strider, and I let my guard drop instantly, long enough for Erin to slip out from behind me and step up to him.  I guess she felt at home with the sense of the Dark that surrounded him, didn't think anything would happen. 
I didn't exactly expect him to pick her up by the collar of her shirt either, though.  I reacted without thinking, pulling my knife up to his throat, and he put one of his swords against mine.  I didn't flinch, but said, a little more forcibly than necessary, "That's your daughter, Strider." He snapped back to reality and set her down, though he didn't take his blade from my neck until after I had. 
Erin backed up, looking shocked.  I, er... hadn't told her about Strider.  He glanced over her and looked back at me, and I was glaring daggers.  He just shrugged and said, "She looks like you." With that, he tracked blood through the house, into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, drinking about half of it in one go. 
Of course, I was less than pleased about this.  "You do realize you're cleaning this up."
"That's the woman's job."
"Do you really want to wake up with a knife to your throat?"
That was around the point that he tossed a beer to Erin, eliciting me to step into our room, pick up a pile of blankets and a pillow and set it on the couch, pointedly glaring at him.  He grabbed another beer and stepped back out, holding it out to me "Ooorr.... you could drink with us."

Yeah, you've had your peek into our dysfunctional little family, no more for you.  Shoo, shoo *makes shooing motion*

Tuesday 13 August 2013

Hello?

Mum left her computer on the table and left about an hour ago. She didn't say where she was going, but she put a knife in my hands and told me to use it if anything happened.
It was already logged in, and I had seen her post that picture of me that she sketched the other day.

Do any of you want to talk?

Sunday 11 August 2013

Erin

I'm sitting on the couch with her now.  She's.... not quite what I expected.  Last I saw her, she was a little toddler just learning how to read.  Really smart kid.
She doesn't move much and I was bored, so I sketched her.  I think she liked that.

She's so serious.  She seemed to be pleased to see me, at least, which is more than I had hoped for. I almost thought she'd hate me, but the first thing she did when she saw me was run up and hug me, saying "Hiya mum" it was.... interesting, to say the least.  
Strider and I went ahead and brought weapons with us, just as a safety net.  We met up at their portal to the Dark and went in.  Darkness was standing there, a hand on Erin's shoulder, which was slowly turning blue from the cold.  She ran over instantly, and I held her, just watching.  There were Shadows and Ravens everywhere.  They had clearly prepared for the likelihood of a fight.

Darkness spoke up then. "We've completed our half of the deal.  You have the girl, now I want Strider."

I stayed quiet and just glanced at Strider, who stepped up to Darkness, laughing some "I don't do deals with Fears.  Thanks for the kid, but we're leaving now."

The look on Darkness' face would have been terrifying if I weren't used to it.  But Strider didn't even seem remotely phased as he turned and started walking back towards me, and the portal behind. That was around the point that the Ravens dived at him, and most of the Shadows pulled weapons of some sort. 
Strider pulled his two longest daggers, which I am willing to insist might as well be swords, and turned to face me.  I had started to pull Blitz off my back and was getting ready to fight, but I recognized the look on his face, and it pissed me off. "Oh hell no, I'm stayi-" I was cut off by him literally kicking Erin and I through the portal, which closed behind us.  I was pissed. 

I can't tell you how long I paced there before Erin started to complain.  I Pathed her home and made her something to eat.  We had a bit of a conversation before she settled down to read Lord of the Rings.  Apparently for the twentieth time.  God, I swear, she's only eight.

Anyhow, we're waiting for Strider to get back, as he no doubt will. 

Message to the Seekers

We have the child. If you wish her return, we expect that of you which is named Strider to come as a hostage to the Dark. Skull Seeker, Cloaked Seeker, if you wish to see your daughter again, heed this message.

Monday 5 August 2013

Mission

God... I am so sorry. I really am.

Kendra, I hope you see this in time to know.  You have an hour.  Don't bother running, it won't help.  Do whatever you need to.  Say goodbye, I'm so, so sorry.  If it's any help, this should be painless.  Unless you fight, which knowing you, you will.  I'll try to end it quickly.  I'm sorry.

Thursday 1 August 2013

well fuck

I'm back, peeps.  After almost two and a half fucking years.  Yeah, I went back to being a Shadow.  It was nice.  Fun.  While it lasted.

It's been, what, two hours since you people last heard from Munnin?
Wanna know what happened?

Long fucking story.  

I'll tell you later.

Basic gist:  Father broke into the Dark and saved my ass, I serve him now.  I'm finally doing my job as a Seeker.  You should all pray I never have to come after you.

Now, if you don't mind, I have three birthdays to catch up on.  Guess I finally got what I wanted.  Eighteen at last.

Oh Dear

You all seem dreadfully concerned for your friend.  Her two years of, as she would put it, hell have not been kind to her.  I hate to inform you that she has been steadily progressing through Shadow ranks again.  It's such a shame that there is nothing you can do to help he

there is something in the Dark and it is not my lady's

Wednesday 31 July 2013

A little taste of freedom

Well, Strider stepped out to the store to go buy some things.  I promised I wouldn't go anywhere, but I grabbed my computer and Pathed down to a cafe about four or five hours from my house. I feel terrible about it, but I needed to get away for a bit without someone following me.  That's where I've been maybe twenty minutes or so now.  The coffee here is amazing.    

The only thing that concerns me is that the place is almost completely empty, and the woman at the counter kinda reminds me of a Shadow I used to knhyare;uoia;h a;;ua afshd;u


I was told that this would be considerably harder than this.  You'll not see Der Schlüssel again anytime soon.  Glancing over her previous words, I can't help but laugh.  It's such a surprise she didn't recognize me, though I will admit it was not often she saw me outside of my Raven form.  I was her handler, you see.  She was going to be amazing.  My lady Darkness had such plans for her.  With luck, these can still be fulfilled.  I shall be bringing this computer of hers with me.  I do not often have the entertainment of speaking to you pitiful humans.

Monday 29 July 2013

Derping around


Rose was watching me draw and this happened.
I blame her.  Except for the thing in the corner that you all need to ignore.

Sunday 28 July 2013

Eeep.

Gahhhh I am so sorry guys!
I don't do the whole depressed thing often, but I do want to say that I'm over it now!

I mean, I'm still a tad miffed at Strider.  I mean, honestly, I am a fucking Seeker AND the #1 LoreMaster.  I can take care of myself.  But he means well by it.  I mean, I do understand that I did kinda just almost die.


Um.... On that subject.

I kinda very much underexagerated the extent of my injuries, and I did not describe what happened very well.  I blame the first part on not wanting to worry you guys, and the second on the pain meds.

My original description was here. Now, here's the full version.

I had been out on another one of my stupid-ass hikes.  The ones that I always get attacked on.  You'd think I'd learn not to go on them.  I didn't have my staff with me because my little sister had decided to hide it from me.  I, if you hadn't noticed, am a very unobservant person.  It's far easier to sneak up on me than it should be.  'Sides, I'm fairly certain that these people weren't sneaking.  They probably Pathed/Darked in.  
I remember hearing a giggle, the sound that brought me back to reality.  

I knew I was fucked as soon as I looked up. Darkness was standing directly in front of me, her hands behind her back as she swayed in a supposedly endearing manner.  Which, for her, is fucking terrifying.  Standing behind her were three friends of mine.  Locke, Elena, and Zane.  All three of them had trained with me, and I honestly thought that I knew them.  I guess not.  Glancing around, I could see that I was completely surrounded.  There were Ravens in the trees, some in their bird form, others simply resting on the branches as humans, weapons slung over their shoulders or casually held in their hands.  I recognized most of them, and a few looked a tad guilty.  On the ground were more Shadows, and a large number of Proxies.  All in all, there were maybe fifty of them.  Not counting the birds, of course.  Adding them would bring it up to the hundreds.  

I looked back to Darkness, and I'm pretty sure I had my 'well fuck' face on.  She just grinned and giggled again before the entire crowd rushed at me.  Locke, Elena, and Zane stayed back, closing their eyes and viciously attacked my mental plane while I focused on fighting in the physical world.  

My memory starts getting a little blurry here, but I remember pieces.  A girl thrusting a spear at me as I frantically tried to dodge in the small space before it hit me in the shoulder and I was thrown backward by the weight and the pain.  A large man with a battleaxe trying to cut me through the middle, and me rolling away, escaping with it taking away the flesh of my left side.  Faces.  So many faces.  It's a blur, really. 

It seemed like I was fighting for hours, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, really.  By the time that I gave up, the pain was so overwhelming that I couldn't feel anymore.  I guess I just blocked it out.  When they left, I just kinda stood up and half-walked, half-dragged myself home.  I couldn't have been there long before Strider appeared and brought me to the hospital.  

So that's the story.  Fun, huh?



Anyhow, I feel like it's been forever since I really blathered at you lot, so you actually get more.  Because I feel talkative.

I've seen both Father and Darkness lately, though neither of them have come to close.  It may be the walking arsenal that is my boyfriend.  

I.... I'm going to be honest with you guys.  I miss Darkness.  I miss being a Shadow.  It was easy, and.... it was fun.
And now... Every time I see Father.... I want to serve him.  I want to do everything he asks.  Even if what he asks is for me to kill.  

I'm so conflicted.  And confused.  Guys, I've been out of the Runner game since I became a Shadow.  I never went back to being a Runner, I just went from Shadow to Seeker.   

Thursday 25 July 2013

What am I supposed to do?

Should I just quit? Honestly, it's not like I'm part of your elite little runner club anymore. I'm fucking working against Father and he refuses to hurt me. Granted, the group of fifty-something proxies and Shadows kinda goes against that logic, but still. Nothing interesting is going to happen, so do you even want to hear about my life?
I just want to give up. On everything.

Monday 15 July 2013

Surprise, Surprise

Yep.  You get a second post from me today.  Congrats.


I need to talk

Honestly, I've been thinking about quiting with the blog. The shit that's happening to me is mostly stuff that's shockingly normal. I mean, you guys are our there, fighting Father, falling in love (I STILL SHIP SKYE/TORI), and doing all sorts of other stuff.

Me? I'm a defunct Seeker who is recovering from one hell of a beating and is under constant watch of her boyfriend, barely allowed to go outside.

My side is still bleeding, and I don't know if it will ever stop. The nerve endings in my torso are shot. I'm useless.

Look, I..... I'm tired, okay? Just... So tired.

Friday 5 July 2013

Back, now deal with it

Well, guess who's back? Yep, got to see the fireworks and all. If you were hoping I died, well, screw you. 

Friday 28 June 2013

Truth At Long, Long Last

And you all believed her, didn't you?  The kind and aloof Ashley.  Oh, she's so damnably sweet, isn't she?  And you all think you understand her, that she is your friend.

I will tell you one thing, and one alone.

Ashley has no friends.  She collects people and personalities and holds them close only so long as they are of use to her.  The very moment she loses interest in them, she drops them like burning embers.

You think to know her.

You do not.

You think to be cared for by her.

Your death would not affect her in the slightest, beyond the mask she wears to appear human.

She claims that I am the monster, the one with no moral standing.

While I freely admit that I care little for morality, I refuse to let her continue to propagandize against me.

I am not the fiend she has labled me as.  She claims that I have been given equal standing amongst the others, and even they believe it to be so.  Ask any of them when they last saw me, and the will spout the same tale they were told.  I am busy.  I cannot join them today.  I have paperwork.

The truth?
I have been imprisoned for damn near ten years.  This is the first time I have been free since the war.  I will not remain so.  Ashley will put me away again after politely apologizing for my insanity and claim that she has calmed me down.

I ask you, I beg of you, do I seem to be the monster that I am portrayed as?  Do I seem violent in any way?  I will not lie, I have little heisitation when it comes to harming others, but I am not the raving mad carnivorous beast I am mad out to be.

Trust me when I say that I am far from evil.  I am named as Chaos, but I am not.  No, a far more accurate name for myself is Bitterness.  For that is what I am.  I have been scorned, shunned, lied about.  I have been made into a creature that I am not.  And this is likely the reason I am as dangerous as I am. 

I will not lie. 

I would kill Ashley within a second had I the chance.


-Spark



Monday 24 June 2013

Still Alive

And yeah, I do have the song from Portal stuck in my head now.  If I did my job right, you should too.  Deal with it.

I escaped the hospital, only to be taken to a different one.  I seriously think this one is in the Path.  I'm not sure, but I'm healing a hell of a lot faster here.  I'm really not doing all that well and ROSE I'M SO SORRY FOR THE BLOODY COUCH!!!  I would have cleaned it up if I weren't bleeding to death. 

On a side note, I'm really worried.  I got several comments on my blog from beccamicheleskittles. 

I.... recognize the user picture.  If I'm right, which I really hope I'm not, I know her.  I won't say too much until I'm sure, but it looks like a close friend of mine from Civil Air Patrol.  If she went proxy, then I'm stabbing a tree.  And from her profile...... ugh, this looks bad. 


Sorry if you were looking forward to seeing the videos that shall begin being posted upon my death.  You'll have to wait another two weeks to see them, provided I'm not alive to postpone it again.

-Spyre

Thursday 13 June 2013

Update From the Hospital

Strider brought me here to save my ass.

I've nearly died way too many times recently.  This time was way too close a call, and I can't even say it's over yet.  I might die in this fucking hospital.  You have no idea how terrifing that is.

It was yesterday, I think.  I can't remember.  It feels like so long ago.
I was outside.  Walking, or something.  I heard a noise and looked up.  I was surrounded.  Completely.  There were Shadows, many of which I knew personally.  Proxies, too.  Don't know how I knew they were proxies, but I did.  Darkness stood directly in front of me, and behind her were three people.  Three people that I could have sworn I knew better than anyone.  They were LoreMasters.
Darkness said nothing.  She just.... smiled at me.  Then.... it started.  I didn't have a weapon on me.  They were all armed.  I fought as well as I could.  I did.  But they overwhelmed me quickly.  I was stabbed in the shoulder with a spear.  A thick spear.  I remember an axe taking away all the flesh on the left side of my ribs.  Stabbed with knives, punched, kicked.  Just... brutally beaten.  The LoreMasters, the people I thought to be my friends, attacked my mind, destroyed me inside while the others dealt with the out.

Just when I was ready to give up and die, it stopped.  I dragged myself back to my room, and, to be honest.  The first thing I did while bleeding to death was log into skype to talk to people.  That's probably what saved my life.  Strider came to get me and got me to the hospital just as I passed out from the bloodloss. 

I'm in the Intensive Care Unit now.  And the doctors are terrified of me.  And for me.  It would seem I lost a lot of blood.

And I hate this damn nurse, she keeps trying to take my tablet and my computer away from me.

I'll keep you guys updated, for as long as I'm alive.  I've rigged a deadman's post system, as well.  It will post a video once a week starting two weeks from now if something happens to me.  These videos are the ones I've been taking from the beginning.  Maybe they can help someone.

-Ash

Tuesday 4 June 2013

Ouch

I think that is an accurate term at the moment.

I hate Shadows. I really, honestly do. Mostly because they don't fight fair. See, it's hard to slam a staff into a wisp of smoke or a bird. and they have no problems swarming you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go nurse my broken pride and these injuries.

-Spyre

Friday 31 May 2013

Yay. Even more stuffs.

Guess who's gonna fail English for the year?  This chick! Yay!

Oh well.

I has news.  But first, the non-serious stuff.  I finally finished the second page of my comic: here.


Okay.... now for the serious stuff.  Last night, I heard something from a little birdy.  Well... two little birdies.  Wellll..... Two not-so little birdies.  Okay, fine.  Huginn and Muninn felt chatty. 

Now I'm pretty much going to be lazy and copy/paste what I already told people on skype about this.  And then add details.

It's gossip, really. Surprising, coming from those two, but yeah. A lot of the Shadows see me as a poor victim forced to believe terrible things about them and that they can 'fix' me. And then there are those who see me as a traitor and think I should die. But I get info from the first type, little things about what's going on. But.....
Huginn and Muninn were talking some nonsense about 'en avtale med djevelen' which is Norwegian for 'a deal with the devil' (stupid birds are Norse. So freakin hard to speak) they say Darkness is back.


So, what really gets me are these two things:
One- Who would be 'the devil' to a Shadow?
Two- Is Darkness really back?


Also, I got stabbed today and lost a lot of blood.  But I'm okay.  The pain meds kicked in a bit ago.


-Spyre

Oh, and the new icon is a gift from my psychic friend.  It represents me, apparently.  I think it's cool.


Tuesday 28 May 2013

Life, Grades, and Prophecies

Because seriously, those are obviously the three top things going on right now.

One: Life. I'm back home, and I'm grounded. Fun, huh? Also very confusing.
I've been gone what, two, maybe three weeks? They didn't even notice. I popped in the other day using the Path to check on my sisters, and the next thing I know, my dad's ranting at me for not doing the dishes. It was very, very, VERY confusing.


Two: Grades. I haven't been at school, and while nobody seems to have noticed, none of my homework was turned in. So guess who's failing three classes? That's right, this chick. Yay.

Three: Prophecies. Because I seriously need to be in a crapload of them. I mean, honestly. Is it not enough that there is a crazy-ass god living in my head now too? It's getting crowded in here! (long story, I will explain eventually)

But, on my last post, an anon posted this:

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. The clock runs down. As it nears the end: a tragedy will befall all. "Death is the news!" Will be shouted. One will fall. One will die. One will disappear. One will take the blame. And one will seek revenge. Revenge for all.

It's my understanding that Kendra, Med, Sanna, and Carter also got this. So the five of us are apparently along for this joyous ride. Now, to be honest, I'm not overly enthused by this. At all.


-Ash

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Edit: I went in and made it blue because the black was depressing me.

Saturday 25 May 2013

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

FUCKFUCKFUCKSHITDAMNFUCKINGHELLFUCK

SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ROSE. A SEEKER'S BEEN FOOLOWING HER AROUND. WE WERE JUST TALKING AND SHE SAID HE WAS THERE, THAT HE HAD A FUCKING KNIFE AND THEN SHE JUST WENT OFFLINE!

FUCKINGFUCKSHITFUCK
HER SECTION OF THE MENTAL PLANE IS GONE! I CAN'T FIND IT! ANYWHERE! THAT DOESN'T EVEN HAPPEN WHEN PEOPLE DIE! THIS IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!

Thursday 23 May 2013

And Back. Probably Permanently.

I bet you guys missed this blue, didn't ya?
It's Ash, and to be honest, I am pissed.  The base got attacked last night, and Aporia let me loose for some reason.  Bad choice on her part.

I've kinda occupied myself with art lately, though I found Blitz.  I love that staff.  Seriously.  Aporia was avoiding me most of today.  For good reason too.  I wanted to kill her.  Still do, actually.


She made Bleak and Shade trust her.  Our two weakest personalities.  She got them to trust her and then she took them.  I have no idea where they are, and that is one of the very few reasons that bitch is alive. 

I gave her a taste of her own medicine, though.  Dropped her mute ass into the pit, and you have no idea how fucking satisfying it was to hear her dislocate her shoulder when she hit the ground.  I think I'll not give her any food and water for a while.  See how she likes it.
I can't replicate the emotional damage she did, but I can sure as hell mimic the physical. 

Any Suggestions?

-Ash


Also, I started a comic.  Feel free to read it.  There will be lots of skittles jokes and blatant references to you guys on later pages.  I made that this morning.  Because I actually got tired of drawing mutilated Aporias.

Tuesday 21 May 2013

Med's Turn

She volunteered.  I wonder why. 

Med, this post shall be directed towards you.
I really do wonder why you chose to put yourself upon my list.  You have seen what I did to the girl, in a matter of very little time.  Do you think yourself stronger than her? Wiser?  Or is it the arrogance that you so frequently show?  Science and luck cannot save you forever, you know. 

I must wonder.  What is the point of your scientific studies?  You are going to die.  Everyone reading this is going to die.  And sooner rather than later.  Do you expect the be the catalyst that ends this war?   What do you hope to discover? 
I can personally tell you that it is pointless.

Are you really willing to risk yourself to learn more? To risk others?  How many injuries, how many deaths, are too many?  How many experiments can go just a tad too far?  How many innocents can be brought into this chaos before it's too much?  How long will it be, Med? 

And really, what have you discovered against what you have lost, hmm?  How much more will you lose? 
I say everything.

I hope you think it's worth it, Med.  I hope you believe that you're helping people.  Because you aren't, and any hope that you are is foolish, vain, and naive.
You have been called a Sage.  I don't see it.  I see a woman who is desperately trying to rationalize a world without rationalization.  And tricking herself into believing that she's successful. 

You're failing, Med.  You will do nothing but fail.


~Aporia

Monday 20 May 2013

Spyre- Online

Okay. It's me, don't worry. 
I have two hours online. Aporia's watching so I can't really say too much, and she could always just delete this post if I let too much info out.

I'm okay. Severe emotional trauma and a broken arm, but okay.

Guys, she isn't human. Whatever she is, she's dangerous. Really dangerous. She knows where it hurts and she hits there, hard. I'll be okay. Ignore the videos, I'm trying so hard to be strong. You have to beat her. If you don't beat her, she'll kill me. I know she will.

-Spyre

A Gift For Strider

Oh, I've taken note of how he hasn't said a word.  I've even let the girl know about that.  She's positive that he's planning to kill me at this very moment.  He probably is.  This won't help.

You see, I made a deal with Dorian.  I make Strider's girl scream, I get to know more about Strider. 
Sadly, the girl doesn't really scream and this was the best I could manage. It's a shame to hear her like this, she has such a beautiful voice. 

Here is your gift, Strider.


I'll be feeding her as well.  Also due to Dorian.  So thank him for that much.


I've learned something about the girl.  Screaming really isn't her reaction to pain.  Even the worst of pains would cause her to do that.  Even when she's being crushed internally, the only reaction on the surface will be to whimper and cry.  To hear her beg for help shows just how much I hurt her, and you have no idea how much I loved that. 


As for what I told her?  Well, that is between her and I, isn't it?



~Aporia

Sunday 19 May 2013

Game..... Start.

As a sign of good faith

There you go.  She is alive.  Scared, hungry, tired, and broken, but alive.  She's right about the last bit.  I'll never let her out.  At least until you lot win the game.  Those are the stakes. 

Your move.

~Aporia

Friday 17 May 2013

And the Games Begin

Oh the fun that shall be had. The rules are simple, I try to get into your head, and you try not
to lose. 
I will give you until Sunday to prepare yourselves. Sunday, however, the games will truly begin. And I will pick apart your mind until one of two things happens; you break, or you grow stronger.

I will take your flaws, your weaknesses, and show them to you. How you react to it is up to you, and it determines the end of the game.

If I win, you will be broken, shattered, and will have no hope left. If I lose, you will be stronger than when this all began. 

Shall we play?
~Aporia

Thursday 16 May 2013

Mindgames

Oh how terribly fun they are. I shall certainly enjoy playing them with the lot of you. Do not worry, the girl, Ashley or Spyre, whatever you choose to call her, is yet alive. Mostly safe, as well. She'll not be online for some time, and I'll not allow her contact with you. Posting comments with advice towards her are pointless. 

Her little entourage lives as well, so worry not. Killing is not something I take much pleasure in. It's hard to play with one's head when you've destroyed them. 

I should be available to talk nearly any time. Unless I'm off playing with my new toys.

As for a name.... hmm....
I believe Aporia shall be suitable.
Let's see how far into your minds I can get, hmm?

Sunday 12 May 2013

More Dreams

Two bright blue eyes watching me intently, beside another pair of blue-and-grey eyes.  The little girls smile, tugging at my sleeve. One of them, the younger of the two, is rambling on and on.  I'm irritated.

"-and then me and friend Breezi--" I cut her off, "Megan, get out of my room.  I'm busy."  My tone is too harsh, she looks hurt.  I don't care, she's annoying me.  The other chimes in, "But... you promised us a drawing lesson!"

"Not right now, Emily!  I have to finish this piece.  Just get out of my room.  Go play with your friends or something."  both girls look hurt.  I pretend not to notice.  Pouting, the blonde with the bright blue eyes suddenly exclaims, "Can I see!?!"  I sigh.  She's really getting on my nerves and it's hard to draw with all the noise they make.  But I turn the screen towards them, their smiles getting huge. 

"Wow!  Ashley, that's really good! Who is it?"  I just sigh more and shake my head. 

"It's for a friend. Just... get out of my room, okay?"  With a set look of determination, the older blonde one jumps onto my bed and begins bouncing while declaring a loud, "NO!"  I glare at her for a moment before shouting, "MOM, DAD! THE GIRLS WON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"  My parents shout for the girls to leave, and they both send a broken glance at me as they drag their feet slowly towards the door.  I turn back to my work and mutter, "And close the door after you."

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Not so much a dream as a memory.  I had another nightmare last night, but I think I'm just getting used to those.  I mean, they terrify me, but this... it breaks my heart.  My little sisters..... My adorable little monsters of siblings..... They don't even know who I am anymore.  I should have treated them better!  I should have spent every scrap of time I had with them!  Instead....  I pushed them away every time they tried to tell me about their lives or spend time with me.....
I guess this is just really setting in now....  My little sister's birthday, Emily's birthday, is Tuesday.  I've been working on a present for her for a while now.  And I just finished it.  But I can't give it to her.  I mean.... I can, but I won't get the excited smile, those bright blue eyes widening in excitement as she rips away whatever I wrapped the gift in, the attack of a hug as she launches herself at me, the excited laughter.  I don't get that.  I'm never going to get that again.  I'm never going to see those two pairs of eyes staring up at me with love and adoration EVER AGAIN.

I've been lying to myself this whole time.  I've been telling myself that I'm okay.  That they're better off this way.  That I'm better off this way.  I am not okay.  I don't know if I ever will be okay again. I want this to be done.  I want to forget it ever happened.  I want my family back!  I want to be free of the gottverdammt Fears forever.  I want to sit down with my little sisters and listen to all their stupid stories and get frustrated as hell while trying to teach them the best way to draw a cat and then hang their pictures on my bedroom wall and teach them how to sew like I promised them so long ago. 

I want to go and apologize to every friend that I pushed away, I want to go and fix every lie I told.  I want to watch stupid movies every Saturday with my family and go to the pool with them every single day all summer despite the fact that I hate swimming because it messes with my sinusses and makes me groggy.  I want to be able to fight with my dad over my grades because it means I get to see him care again. 

I can't keep fighting. I've lost everything that should be the most important.  And what makes it worse.... is that I lost it a long time before I even heard the words 'The Slender man'. 

I'm the monster here.

-Ash

Quiet

Nothing much going on lately. Which probably just means that something bad is going to happen soon. I saw Slendy today. It was....... interesting. I mean, I think this is the first time I've seen Him since Strider made me a Seeker. it was very disorienting, to say the least. 

I've been getting Ravens at my window with little messages for a while now. Their level of concern for me is disturbing. They still see me as part of the Family. Unless they're on-duty. In which case, they try to kill me.

Still having nightmares. Died again last night, as always. But I'm going to figure out how to live. It has to be possible.

On a side note, I really like coffee. It helps me stay awake.

-Ash

Friday 10 May 2013

Nightmares

I run and run and run. Don't look back, they'll see you. They'll see you. The glowing path twists wildly, trying to confuse me, remove me from it, send me flying alone into the Dark. The horse comes closer, I can hear it. Don't look back, never look back. My legs hate me, I can't keep running, no more running. Don't stop. Stop and you're dead. They're going to kill me anyways.... No! Keep running keep running.
The path breaks off. It's the chasm again. So deep. Imposibly deep. And wide. Too far to jump. JUMP JUMP THEY'LL CATCH YOU.
I jump, don't land, hit the wall of the cliff on the other side. Look for the rope. The rope can help. There is no rope. SCREAM HELP PLEASE GOD HELP
No one hears. Alone. Completely alone. A voice, though... A voice above. It's her. It's the girl. Always her. Always the same. Do I know you? Take the rope. She has the rope. Pulls me up. we run run run run run run run run run run run run RUN.
It doesn't help. It never helps. Stupid for thinking it would. There's a building. Old, vey old. Old as the Dark. Run inside.
Girl pushes me. Shouts. HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE. We run. We hide hide hide hide. It won't help. Can't stop shaking. Shaking shaking. It's not cold. But the Fear. The Fear is so powerful. Door opens. Crawl further under the bed. It can't see me can't see me can't see me can't see me. Thick grey boots. Moving closer closer. Stops. Whole world freezes. Girl looks so scared, I hold her hand. 
Still shaking. Hand reaches under and grabs me. I try not to scream. I do anyway. It pulls me up and smiles. Grey face, grey eyes. No hair. Teeth are jagged and yellow. It smiles and thrusts it's sword into my stomach. THE PAIN GOD PAIN HURTS SO MUCH. It laughs. So cold and eerie. Bleeding on the ground. It pulls out the girl. I try to scream NO NO NOT HER NO. It does anyway. Worse, though. Bites into her neck and shakes her like a doll. She's dead much faster. Smiles bloody teeth at me. Takes sword. Cuts me again and again and again and again and again. Blood everywhere. Painted on the walls, leaking out of me, draining away. THE PAIN! IT HURTS! IT STILL HURTS! Finally lets me die. Walks away as I close my eyes, laughing.

And then.... I woke up.

Thursday 9 May 2013

Fun and Joy

Hey. Beth here.

Spyre and the lot are.... not doing so well. Roman died yesterday, and it wasn't pretty. And Spyre blames herself for it. And I know she blames herself for her reaction. And... um... okay... She wants to talk.

It should have been easy. It really should have been. I mean, we weren't expecting it to be such a large den. And, it really wasn't. The few people that still feed me info among the Shadows always referred to it as a 'little outpost'. There were somewhere around fifty of them stationed there permanently. Roman and I were just retrieving something they took when they attacked us. Easy, simple. No killing really required. Just knock the bastards out, leave them with a few broken bones and a crapload of bruises and waltz out. 

That would have worked if there weren't Ravens there. They killed Roman. Cut an artery or something. Blood was everywhere. And then they ripped him to shreds. Limb by limb.

And... I lost it. I killed every single one of those bastards to avenge the guy that I hadn't even known a week. Funny, huh?
I torched the building. Surprisingly didn't show up in the news. 

What really scares me, though.... I don't care.
They all died because of me, by me, and I could not possibly care less.
What does that make me?

Wednesday 8 May 2013

family matters

I'm going to keep this as short as possible. Mostly because I don't want to write it and partially because I'm in the middle of raiding a Shadow base and my pet proxy is bleeding all over the place. 

But that's not too important, I'll talk about that later.

I went home. Partially to get my stuff and mostly to check on my family. Apparently I do not/ never have existed. My family can't even fucking SEE me. I tried talking to them and they fucking walked right past me. I picked my little sister up and held her in front of my face and she acted like nothing was happening. Family pictures that I KNOW I was in are still there, but I'M NOT FUCKING IN THEM.
My room was the same as I'd left it, but it was like the door wasn't even there to them. It.... it sucked, and it hurts. And I am scared as hell. I don't.... the people I love the most can't even see me..... I just...

Shit. We got company and Roman's still bleeding. I can't stop it and writing this post was probably a stupid ass mistake. I'll post later, if I'm still alive.

-Ash

Monday 6 May 2013

short update

I've learned more about my pet proxy. Namely that his name is Roman. I still don't know who he works for, but it apparently is not Slendy or Darkness. His face is healing up pretty well and the bastard fucking kissed me last night. Suffice to say that he spent the night tied
up in the closet.

Um.... heh....
I um... kinda have a boyfriend now.....
And it's Strider.

So... um... yeah.... 
I think I had more to say, but I really can't think of it now.


-Ash

Sunday 5 May 2013

there is blood on the walls, the floor, the bed,
everywhere, the color of red.
a gunshot lingers in my ears,
a memory of darkest fears.
I remember not what happened,
but fear that it be true.....
the door is locked, gun in my hand
oh god....
what did I do....?







say goodbye

Actual Explaination

Shit.  I have to say taking too much medication and blood loss kinda make one a tad delirious.  The meds have worn off some, but I found some stuff that helps big time.  Hurts like hell to apply it, and changing bandages is like gnawing off a leg, but it's worth it. 
I.... kinda have been stealing stuff left and right.  I hate getting back into this habit, even if it's useful.
But you guys probably want the whole story.  Might be long and potentially gruesome.


Day before yesterday... Friday, I woke up in a hotel.  Had no idea where I was.  Someone had already stabbed me by that point, in the stomach.  The wasn't overly deep, and it looked like I had stitched it up myself.  Thank you mom for teaching me how to sew, and thank you grandma for teaching me first aid.  Family can be cool.
I went and did a supply tally first, before I did anything else. I came up having my sketch pad, my tablet, my journal, my phone, that knitting stuff I got ages ago but am just now learning to use, and a few days worth of clothes.  Nothing in the way of weapons.  That worried me.  A lot. 

I mean, I always have at least three knives on me.  Not telling you where, though.  Not exactly like that helped.  I had nothing.  Not even Blitz (my staff).

I went down to the front desk to find out where I was, and how/when I checked in.  Also to get the wifi code.  Which is SEAWORLD in case any of you ever feel like leeching off this hotel's wifi.  I'm in San Antonio, which is maybe six-seven hours from home.  I apparently was brought in by my 'boyfriend' after having 'passed out in the car'.  Naturally, my 'boyfriend' was mute, and the guy at the front desk said they had to do all sorts of stuff to get a translator for sign language. 

The guy at the desk kinda leaned over and looked me over carefully before muttering, "Your boyfriend said to tell you he'd be back soon, if you got worried." I just shrugged it off and mumbled a thank you before heading back up to the room.  I was in the closet packing when I heard the door open.  I closed the closet as quietly as I could and posted so that there was some chance of a 'if I die, at least you know how' thing. 

Guy opened up the door and I went full-on assualt.  Seeing as I was injured, more traditional fighting styles kinda gave way to biting kicking and clawing.  Particularly at his chest and face. I..... kinda mutilated the guy..... I feel terrible about that.  Of course, I heisitated and he decided to put a knife firmly in my ribs.  I then felt the need to knock him out and tie him to the bed with power cords.  I wasn't exactly thinking about how that would cause tech issues at the time.

I had torn my stitches fighting him, and I was losing a lot of blood, fast.  I left the knife in, not wanting to lose more blood. Long story short, I stitched myself up, screamed a bit, and remembered to deadbolt the room door and lock myself in the bathroom before passing out.  When I woke up, the guy was still in the room, tied to the bed, and looking more than awake.  I sat down at the foot of the bed and stared him down for a while before leaving for a bit to get some stuff.  I apologized at the front desk for noise, and the guy just gave me a 'whuh?' look.  I took that to meant that it hadn't been as loud as I'd thought. 

I wandered around town for a long while, which hurt like hell, and I got back into my klepto abilities.... which I am ashamed of.  But I stole new power cords.  And rope.  And some guy's laptop.  And dude! I hope your parent's never looked at your browser history.  I mean, wow.
I also got some meds and supplies while I was out, though I am about 98% positive that I took too many. 

When I got back, I cleaned the guy up, gave him a few bandages and such.  I mean, he may have kidnapped me and brought me to a hotel, but I did seriously fuck with him.  I feel really bad about that.  I talked at him for a while.  Then.... I don't know.... I just snapped.  I couldn't....

I don't want to describe it.

I stitched him up after.... and then I cried myself to sleep after making that last post.  Though I was on skype for a bit.  Not that I got to talk to anyone.
On a side note, hotel breakfasts are the best things ever.  I brought back a crapload of food too.  But especially some pudding and fruit juice for him.  He ate, which was probably the weirdest thing ever.  I mean, the guy had no tongue.  And I had to feed him, because I was not willing to untie him. 

I don't know who he's working for, but he's definitely a proxy of some Fear or the other.  I'm about to go through his bag now to see if there's anything useful here. I'll post again later, he's making this weird whiny noise.

-Ash

fuckninhg harte texchnologyo

ittr diues leik realkly fasdft.
umm... sorry
gonna try to type better.  Just gonna take longer which means shorter post.  expect abbreviations and cut off stuff.

woke up in hotel yesterday in san antonio.  was stabbed already.  'pparently stitched myself up. hurts.  guy attacked me in hotel.  clawed the shit out of his face.  tied him to a bed.  with power cords.  sucks, i know.  tech died b/c no power.  went and stole more power cords and pain meds.  guy stabbed me again.  fun.  tortured guy for a few hours.  didn't find anything out. guy has no tongue. don't trust him enough to let him write.  typing hurts. imma go sleep.  might maybe get on skype. idk.

-spyre

Saturday 4 May 2013

Fast post because I'm hiding in the closet

woke up in a hotel today in closet because someone is in the room. been stabbed, no weapons. gotta take this person out rose knows more, please make post about email i sent will update tomorrow if this person doesn't kill me. shit they're opening the closet door, gotta go

Thursday 2 May 2013

Rant and and Introduction

This here is Ash
And I'm Beth.  Pleasure.
This ought to be interesting.  I'll introduce Beth later.  After a short tirade about something.  And you know who you are that I be centering this at.


Here's the thing.  I AM A LOREMASTER.  Yeah, most of the time I am weak, naive, innocent, and very, VERY unobservant.  HOWEVER. The only reason that is so is because I choose to forget for times the full strength I have.  I am more than just a LoreMaster.  I am the second most powerful LoreMaster in the world.  My memory of my powers comes back at random, often causing me to completely break free of anything altering my mental state.  Suffice to say that I am PISSED.  There is only one person that I care about that way, and as much as I like you, it IS. NOT. YOU.

I don't care if that seems very blunt and cruel. It's how I feel and you actually altering my mental state pisses me off to no end. Do not do that to me again or I will show you how much a LoreMaster can fuck you up mentally.  You think you're insane now?  I will lock you in the darkest corner of the mental plane until you are so fucking broken that you're scared of rabbits.  Okay?  My head is off limits, stay the fuck away from it.

On another note, I should seem abnormally confident and immune to anything that might normally send me into a raging depression.  Welcome to the high side of the bipolar disorder.  None of you have EVER seen me like this.  Mostly because I've been on the low side of it for about a year now with minor lapses.  I don't need protection right now.  Anything tries to come after me now, they're getting their sense of reality screwed up big time. 

Imma let Beth take over now.

.......Welcome the the 'Ash is maniacally happy and very sadistic' phase of the cycle.  It shall be so much fun.

Anyway, I'm Bethany.  Beth for short.  I get to actually introduce myself because I'm.... a special case.  While I am indeed stuck in this lovely head, I don't actually belong here.  Ashley dearest found me wandering around the mental plane.  She may call me a new personality, but I'm not.  I can't.... 'Learn' the memories.  They aren't mine and I frankly can't share in them.  I'm a different person.  My favorite color is green (as you can see) rather than blue and I am a hell of a lot less insane than the rest of these people.  I'm actually surprisingly normal.  I'm a runner.  Or.... I was.  I kinda died and got 'lost' in the mental plane.  I'm lucky as hell they found me.  So... I can't remember anything.  About being alive.  I just know that my name is Bethany.  If... if there's any chance you can help me.... well.... I'd really appreciate it.




-Beth
-And Ash

Sunday 28 April 2013

Someone needs to punch Strider for me.

Just not until he's better.  Don't punch him before then, that would be bad.

Dad... (Strider.  Get used to me calling him that.)
He's in the hospital, as you guys should know if you read his blog.  He got hurt in a training accident, and his heart is now failing.  He wasn't very specific about the whole thing. 

From what I understand, He got hurt in a training accident.  Later, something happened in which Farran gave in to Nameless and broke Aveline's neck as well as stabbed her.  Seven times.  He also apparently stabbed dad.
Dad ended up having to go to the hospital.  Aveline probably needs to as well, but she's being hunted or something.  I didn't get details on that. 

The situation is really bad.  Dad is dying.  Despite how I strictly forbade him from doing so. 




Not only that.... but....
He told us he could bring back some of the personalities that died in the war.  He lied about what it would do to him.  They're back... but he's hurt.  I don't know how badly....

I... I really don't know what to do.....

But I guess I have people to introduce....


Reye- Joan's twin- acts like Joan
Denn- ..........he's a guy..........
Myth- she really liked learning about myths and legends and such
Seele- the soul aspect of the Protectorate.  It's finally complete.  Yay.
Bastet- crazy, delusional personality who honestly believes that she's the reincarnation of the Egytian goddess bearing the same name.
Yvaine- stuck up girly girl.  But very sweet.
Saithe- she's creepy. 'Nuff said.
Narissa- mostly kept to herself.  Kept running all sorts of weird chemistry and science experiments.  Kinda very crazy.  But fun.
Wissen- (that is German, so the W sounds like a V.)- she's a lot like Eis.  Those two are going to love each other.



So that brings our total number up to.... twenty-four.  Yeah, it is a bit crowded up here, isn't it?  Fortunately, you'll almost never hear from some of us.  Several of us are rather reclusive.



-Spyre

Saturday 27 April 2013

Into the past

This post is going to sound nothing like me, so I'm just going to put which personality I am up here.  This is Joan.  And if you're wondering why this isn't going to sound like me, then I'll just let you know that there will be no joking here. 

You've all heard about the war.  The big mental battle over leadership.  The ones of us that were there picked sides.  I honestly don't know how many of you know exactly how many of us there are, but I may as well toss a list down here to refresh ya.

Ash
Spark
Arra
Logic
Spyre
Joan (me)
Eis
Tere
Bleak
Shade
Nerene (formerly NL)
Schatten

Eis, Tere, Nerene, and Schatten weren't there when the war happened.  They're newer than the rest of us.

All of us personalities were 'born' through a traumatic experience.  And some experiences are traumatic enough to create twins.  Two personalities at once.  That's how Reya and I were. 

We were 'born' when we were abandonned for five hours at the age of four.  Probably the most terrifying experience a four year old can go through.  Our parents eventually found us, but we were already getting the tour by that point.  Getting introduced to good old Ark. 

Ever read Harry Potter?  Reya and I were Fred and George. 

Funny thing is... in the mental plane, we all look different, we act different, we dress different.  But Reya and I... we were identical.  Except I was funnier.

We fell into the Rebecca camp (Spark, before she became Spark).  We wanted her to lead us, not Ashley.  We didn't care if Ash came first.  Rebecca was more fun.  When the fighting broke out... we were mortified.  When we saw a personality die for the first time... It scarred us.  Permanently. 

In the mental plane, we all have our abilities.  Reya and I had the same one.  We were telekinetic there.  So yeah, we moved things.  It made for amazing pranks.  But we suddenly had to use it to fight.  To kill.  What was worse was that these people were our best friends, our family.  You have no idea how hard it is to kill the person that shares all of your memories, that knows you better than anyone else.  It's nearly impossible.

Now try to imagine watching yourself die before your eyes.  Not just yourself, but the person closer to you than anyone else in the whole damn universe.
You'd hate the person that killed them, wouldn't you?  Never forgive them.  Rose, you said it was a mistake that Ashley killed my twin.  It wasn't.  She just wanted control.  But I've forgiven her.  For everything BUT that.

Reya was more important to me than anything.  And I failed her.

We all lost someone close in that war.  But everyone would agree that I'm the one who lost the most.



-Joan



Thursday 25 April 2013

Update

Because I'm an idiot and forget to mention important things.

First off, we have anoter newcomer to our wonderful world of Mindlandia.  That's not really what we call it.  We actually call it Ark.  So nyehh. 
New chick is named.... drumroll please........



SCHATTEN



Which is German for shadow, for all of you peeps that don't speak German.  She's actually SOCIAL.  That's really weird.  Like, really weird.  Anyways...  Schatten was 'born' when dad (*coughcough* Strider) linked souls with us.  I think she actually thinks of him as her dad, but I really haven't gotten around to talking to her all that much.  As sociable as she is, she seems to really like spending time with Nerene.

OH YEAH.

Nerene is our formerly nameless personality that we kept forgetting about because she's always off swimming or something.  Crazy.  She actually beat all of us in a bet about Schatten, since she bet that the next personality to pop up would be sociable and NOT completely crazy.  So she's going to pretty much have a lifetime supply of waffles and pancakes now.  (BECAUSE WE BET WAFFLES AND PANCAKES INSTEAD OF MONEY)

Also, dad nearly got himself killed today via giant Rail spike in a training accident.  Fortunately, he's okay. 


Alsoalso, I am drawing at this very moment, I shall get your pictures to you ASAP.

-Joan

Need something to take my mind off of shit.

Okay, I just got into a huge fight with my last friend at school. She hates me now and I'm alone. Makes me want to go to California more and more every day. And I actually might, now that I can use the Path. 

Anyways, I'm kinda bored, and I'm actually in a drawing mood. I'd love to draw you guys something, if you want. (And you you comment on here again, Andrew, I WILL take the Path to California and kick your ass.) 

Anyhow, comment if you want me to draw you something.

-Spyre

Wednesday 24 April 2013

Shadows

Okay, Roy.  This is everything I know.

Darkness is referred to as either Big Sister, or Mother.  It's rare to find a Shadow that will call her that, but I met at least two or three. She's.... like a god.  At least for the Shadows.  They are actually physically incapable of believing that she has any faults whatsoever.  The thought that Big Sister could be wrong.... It's blasphemy.  The worst thing you can possibly say to a Shadow is that Darkness is either lying to them, trying to hurt them, or doesn't care about them.  While that.... is probably true.... well, it makes the Shadow desperate.  And pissed off.  And you DO NOT want to piss off a Shadow. 

Thing is... Shadows are only one part of Darkness' "family".  They're the newest initiates, and while they are very large in number, and are actually pretty badass in skill, they aren't really concious of anything.  Depending on the person, they're given the pills. 

You only get the pills if they think you might have any trace of rebelliousness in you.  The pills... well, they're definitely addicting.  Once you start taking them, you never have any notion that you would even consider stopping.  But you never realize how addicted you are.  At least not until you stop taking them.  Then... Unimaginable agony and fear and... just... it isn't fun.  At all.  I'm still not sure exactly what the pills do, but I do know that they sap your emotions and memories and pretty much makes you completely obedient.  Not fun.

Above the Shadows are the Ravens.  They KNOW about Darkness.  They see her for what she is, but they've been with her so long that they don't care.  They are strong, and they are dangerous.  If you piss one off... well, I'm praying for you.

And above them.... honestly, they are terrible.  They're called Messengers.  There are only two of them, and you would be surprised as hell that Darkness sends them on trivial errands.  NEVER PISS OFF HUGINN OR MUNINN. THEY WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.  I mean, feel free to taunt them or throw shit at them, but actually pissing them off will result in your very, very painful death.

Powers of a Shadow:
-Enhanced strength, speed, intelligence
-Access to the Dark, whenever.
-Ability to see in the dark (that was so awesome, I miss it)
-Lengthened lifespan
-They can turn into ravens.  That was also very awesome.
-They can also become actual shadows.  I swear, some of those things almost made it worth it.
-No fear, pain, or regret.
-The Family, which is essentially the fact that they can bring the wrath of Darkness down upon you along with an entire Shadow army.  It's actually a pretty close-knit society.

That's about it.  There's more stuff, but it's not really relevent.

-Spyre