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November 20th, 2011

I found something out about me that I'm not sure if its odd or not. The snow calms me. It's the first snow I have came across as I must have missed the snow last year while I was traveling. I certainly enjoy the snow I guess. Which is saying a lot considering I feel like I'm incapable of feeling a lot of times.

(OOC: No one's joined so that's it)​

November 26th, 2011

What an awful night. My thrall ends up running into Serenity who is on some 'all thralls must die' kick. I don't know what the hell is wrong with her. The man was a gangster which means I would have just killed him. I gave him a much better purpose. She was going on about how they had no soul. He didn't die, he's not a zombie, he still a living human. The only difference is, he much rather do what I say then think for himself. Sure maybe that's leaning towards mindless zombie but he has his moments of self thought. Mean I'm not there with him all the time, holding his hand and telling him what to do. He can think on his own. Mostly his orders is making me money.

Anyway...so she is trying to kill, I'm trying to keep him breathing. This leads to me using a power I never used before. Seduction. However this was damn awkward on a female. Not sure if I could even pull it off on a male but so not what I wanted to do that night.

Failed one time, failed a second time. This was after even retreating for a surprise attack. I finally got the power to work on her the third time. She had been so serious about this that she said she would even send me to the shadow realm. To save us both from being monsters. See, that's another reason why I thought something was rather wrong with her. She kept talking about being monsters. Me, ah well I'm not sure. I feel like I could be at home in the killer path but Serenity, I haven't witness any real monster traits. Though she had talked about some of her hidden activities before.

So my thrall runs off for the sewer home. All I'm trying to do is find out what is wrong with her but I can't get her to sit down and talk. She's acting all odd because of the power. At least I hope so, for all I know she could be playing me. I don't know, the whole thing was rather awkward.

(OOC: Thread still ongoing)​

December 3rd, 2011
What a night. So I text Serenity to meet me at Climber’s Tavern, just to hang out. Some guy tried to pick my pocket but I ended up whatever he had on him. Serenity had beat me to the place, it is near her place rather then any place I can stay at. When I get there she was talking to a human, paying for his bill.

When I check out the wallet, hoping I could use some cash it, I end up finding the ID and it turns out to be the man she was talking to. I was only going to keep it as long as I didn't know who owned it, plus I knew very well Serenity wouldn't allow me to keep it either.

From that time, it just got worse. There was some drunk girl, who know very well she was acting the part. Then there was Pi. I only met the girl briefly once before. I didn't think someone could screw up so badly. Now, those who know me know I can hardly pass up the chance to take out a gangster but I do it so no one else sees. But her, not only does she take out this drug dealer but she uses her powers in front of this human. Expecting Serenity and I to distract him. It is not our job to be someone else's distraction. There wasn't a need to kill this gangster. Even I can resist the urge if need be.

I guess I was more suited for distractions, I have powers to help me sway people to believe what I tell the and all. Doesn't mean I like using them. Granted I know I use them without meaning to. I know it has happened with Thax and Mama before. I guess sometimes it can't be helped, its a part of me.

Moving on. So trying to keep this human calm and under the influence only worked so much. He got all freaked out even with some cover story dealing with the FBI. Yeah we had to have Jarrett come in to clean up the mess.

Things move to the outside, Pi shows up again. Same old same old, he has to die because he saw too much. Human lives are short. He didn't seem like a bad one or frankly I wouldn't care. I kill gangsters all the time, they're scum. But when it comes to a human who has done nothing bad in their life, how is it their fault if a vampire fucks up? How big is that freaky cult of humans who would die to be a vampire or be friends with vampires? So to me, a human doesn't need to die just because they find out. If they are going to go to the news about no matter what, sure different story there. But does anyone ever try to reason with them and explain things? No.

Some vampires live in damn denial about their humanity. Too many lost it as soon as they are sired into this life.

Either way, that 'drunk' girl must have gotten to the human while Pi distracted us. We found him bleeding out, choking on his own blood.


December 3rd, 2011 - Later On

Another sliced off limb. This time my leg. I take short cuts through the wild lands but you take a chance of getting chomped on by Fae. I was just walking along and it went so fast. It was a freaking pain to get to the cabin. I should have called Jarrett and make him carry me there. Oh well, I made it. Going to be a long week, or however how long it takes for this to grow back. And I thought having a sliced off hand was bad. This freakin sucks.

I shall have to get my thrall to help me out. Thinking I need a scooter thing as I don't like the idea of a wheelchair.

December 12th, 2011

Well my leg is back so I went out have some fun. Only that things have changed. There are cops everywhere. They must have someone else running the show now, its all I can think of. I feel like some of us really do their job for them with the gangsters in the city.
I managed to talk my way out the first building. The second building was freakin awesome. I got all the items I could and got out of there without tripping an alarm or being spotted by a guard. Third building, well maybe I should have stopped. I ended up fighting a cop. I didn't want to but there seem to be little options. I can't seem to hold back in a fight and allow them to win. This is the highest my bounty has ever been.

I'm slowly getting it back down but there are still bigger fish on that bounty list.
However when I tried to get to the sewers to head for the QZ, I was spotted after just passing a cop before. They fired at me and added to the holes I already had from a hunter.

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After fighting zombies for awhile, I learned that there was a cop in front of our sewer home. I had my thrall distract him so I could get inside. I guess I'll have to stick with fighting a few gangsters and fighting animals as breaking into the buildings no longer seem worth it. I mean every freakin time I do it, I find someone's booze stash.

December 13th, 2011

"Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask." ~X-Files

"All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams." ~Elias Canetti

"Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you." ~Marsha Norman

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I need to write down what I dreamed about before I forget any details. It was rather odd and it felt so real. It also felt so farmailr, like I really lived it before but it just can't be. It has to be just a dream.

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OOC: Gaelic :: Flashback/Dream

It was a bitterly cold outside but it was warm by the fire. It crackled and snapped gently. It was a soothing sound. She was still trying to sleep as she heard voices outside the home. Different language, different accent but she knew it.

"War is comin'. Thay wull come again." a male's voice said. "We shall gather a' warriors. We wull win. Th' war gods ur oan oor side."

She rolled over, pulling the fur over her head. She looked forward to the fight but she really wanted some sleep now before the invasion got there.

Morning came soon enough and she pushed the fur off of her. Someone had put more wood on the fire, otherwise the home would be filling with smoke as it died off.

"Mornin' Kira." it was her aunt. Her curly dark red hair hung loose around her face as she was cooking.

"Mornin'." Kira replied as she pulled her strawberry blonde hair up to tie it with a piece of leather. Before they could really say anything else there were drums sounding off. "Seems we huv a meetin." she said, no doubt their plan on the threat to their way of life.

Her aunt was not a warrior anymore however so she left alone to go to the meeting. This was the age of equals. Men and women could both be warriors, could own, could hold high ranks besides the high king that is. She was still young enough that she had not returned to her parents as an adult but old enough to be viewed as a good warrior. Children were not raised by their parents but by other members of their family. Once they were grown and have been trained in their trade, they would return to their parents as an adult.

"Whin thay come. We be duin. Thay wull nae git th' best o' us. We wull keep oor land, keep oor fowk. We fight fur oor lives!" their leader yelled and everyone else started to cheer. From there they started to get ready. Don their armor, sharpen their weapons.

Kira sat with the warriors as she sharpened her two blades. She listened to their war stories, the seasoned warriors. She had only been in one battle before and did she shine. Her family thought her special, her lack of emotions allowed her strength.

All they could do was wait. They had scouts closer to the sea, they would come back and warn them of the upcoming danger.

The sun was slowly setting, the temperature was dropping. There was just a sliver of light left when they heard the horns their scouts were carrying. People were jumping to their feet and moving towards the sea.

​Kira was with a group of more seasoned warriors. They were a foot apart from each other, weapons at the ready. Soon their enemy was here, within sight. She gritted her teeth lightly for a moment, her hands gripping her weapons tightly. Her right foot lifting off the ground a little, ready to jump forward.

"Git ready!" the leader of their group. They started to yell, bang their weapons together against their shields, blowing their carnyxs (horns). This was a kind of psychological warfare that worked at times, besides their brute force against the enemy and taking out their front lines.

The enemy was close now and they ran forward. Those of her warband disappeared and she leaped up onto one of the invaders, her blades going into their neck. Quick and fast killing so she could move on to the next one. She would love to make them suffer for daring to try to take over their home but it was best to dispatch them quickly.

Yelling and cries filled the air, people laid dying in the snow, their blood soaking it, turning it from white to red.

Kira was getting deeper into the enemy lines, slashing throats left and right. She was breathing hard, her hot breath making soft white clouds in the cold air. She jumped on the back of one of the enemy, her blades sinking into his flesh but was thrown off. She quickly got up off the ground, jumping at her target again as he grabbed at her weapons. She was not going to die without her weapons. She pulled her blades free from the man and that's when she felt the pain. A spar-head so close to her heart from behind.

The life left her green eyes quickly, her vision became dark...then nothing.​

That was when Kira woke up with a start. It almost felt like she really had been stabbed.

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I don't know what this means. I never really thought about reincarnation before. It could just be a dream, very odd dream but just a dream. Frankly I rather not have another dream like this.

December 15th, 2011

I seriously thought it was the end. Mean, I did seemingly die in the last dream.

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OOC: Gaelic :: (Note of English Word):: Flashback/Dream

"Kira, wake up." The voice sounded so distant.

She couldn't open her eyes. Her body felt so stiff, it ached, her eyelids were so heavy. Slowly her eyes fluttered open but her vision was blurry. She blinked a few more times before she could focus on the one who said her name. "Mither?" Kira questioned.

The woman smiled, "Ah (I) know it haes bin (been) some time. We heard ye fought bravely. It's time fur yer return tae us." she said, "Howfur ye feeling? Urr (are) ye (you) a'richt (alright)?"

Kira stared blankly for a moment. The battle. She sat up but a surge of pain shot through her mid-section and forced her back down.

"Haud (hold) oan (on) noo (now). Ye'r (you are) still healing." Her mother said, "We cam oot (out) a'richt. Juist blessed by th' gods ye'r nae (not) among th' dead."

Kira sighed softly. How long was she going to have to rest? She wanted to hear the war stories. "Ah really thought ah wis (was) dead. Howfur (how) ah managed this." she said. She was left in wonder. Did the gods have better things planned for her? Her time was not up, she had more to do.

"Did ah miss th' send aff tae Otherworld?" Kira asked, wondering if she missed the chance to honor the dead until Samhain.

"Sorry bit (but) aye. Ye huv bin asleep fur some time. At times we thought ye micht huv slipped awa' frae us." Her mother replied gently. It had been a hard time. Not wanting to lose her daughter who had yet to return to her.

"A'm (I'm) sorry fur worrying ye." Kira replied with a weak smile. Her eyes just wanted to close again.

"Ye rest. Ah shall bring ye something tae eat efter (later)." Her mother said with a smile and got up to leave.

Kira's eyes slowly closed, drifting off to sleep again.

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It's really odd to go to sleep in a dream and wake up for real. It's so strange! I don't like it.

December 20th, 2011

Had gotten a text from Jarrett. He wants to help us get better with guns. And what I mean by us, Serenity and I. I've been using a gun for awhile now. Wasn't too good at first but now I'm all flips and cartwheels, running up walls. Granted my aim could be better I guess.

Back to the text. He told Serenity to pick out a gun but he had a feeling she might find a way not to buy one. So he wanted me to go check on her to make sure she bought one.

Firefly was right. She soo was not going to buy a gun. First I scared her when I was stepped up next to her and said something. She came up with excuse after excuse. First she wanted a small gun. I found that. Then she wanted one with glitter. Found those too, I ended up with them but she wanted a gun that fit her. Don't think there will be one.

December 29th, 2011

Not sure when my snack childe got such a high bounty. I haven't been checking since I've been such a good girl. Okay, don't really like how that sounds. Rather use I've been behaving. There.

I must have been out of it because I was sleeping in one of the beds instead of the sofa this time. Virc was in the bed next to that. I saw someone strange in the cabin, they shouldn't be there. Whoever it was, must be out of it too. I wasn't going to wait for an answer they just better damn well be out of my place by time I got back. Saw someone else outside. Just seems fishy. Mean, sure there are people around the area once in awhile but I don't know. Something felt wrong. Guess I wasn't paying attention but she had been attacked.

(OOC: Thread Ongoing and too tired to finish this.)

January 01, 2012

Happy Freakin New Year. Not really. In fact it kind of just passed with everything that has happened. I hadn't even noticed. Been shacked up in the cabin, cleaning out the main bedroom. I need to get out though. Staring at the fire too long, start feeling too hyped up, ready for battle. But at least I haven't had any dreams.

So I had left the cabin but I really didn't want to be alone. So I messaged the only person who I know that shares my interests...Odin. Shall see how this night will go.

January 12th, 2012

So, seems thralls can regain their mind. Not a pleasant thing that's for sure. Puppet can hit hard wen he wants to it seems.

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"Puppet, I need to get some blood from you. Its becoming far too dangerous to feed and I don't feel like chasing bunnies." Kira said as she moved into the kitchen where Kui Lei was at.

"Of course my lady." Kui Lei replied, setting down the apple he was working on eating as Kira moved next to him, but as he felt her about to bite him, something that had happened many times in the past, his eyes widened as he snapped out of her spell.

As Kira went to bite him she suddenly felt a sharp pain go across her arm. There was only a moment of surprise before she realized that he was free.

"Girl, I'm not your puppet!" The man hissed as he went to attack her again. Kira caught his arm, bringing it out and placed her hand on his back. She forced him down on the ground. She held his wrist firmly, making him drop his knife. "My name is Dave!"

Kira turned him over as she grabbed his knife. She held it to his throat as she sat on his stomach. "I don't want to have to kill you, Dave my Puppet.." she said softly. "But that did hurt.." she added simply. "Puppet or Death really...that is your choices."

However, after a moment Kui Lei blinked and stared up at her. "I'm soo sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." he said, though when he went to take her hand, she pulled it away.

"Not getting your knife back just yet." Kira replied as she stared at him, wondering if it was a trick. "Are you my Kui Lei , my Puppet?" she asked.

"Of course." he replied, "Not that was why I was reaching for your hand." he added with a grin.

Kira blinked then shook her head as she got up, dropping his knife next to him before heading to the door. "I can tell you are back by that cocky comment." she said.

"Aw come on. Where are you going?" Puppet asked as he sat up.

"Taking my chances with the bunnies." Kira replied but turned her head and looked at him. "Attack me again Puppet and I may just have to put you down.." she said simply before heading out the door.

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I certainly hope it never happens again.

January 13th, 2012

While I did get my thrall November 2nd, 2011, I have never went into much detail on how I ended up with him. So I thought I would do that now.

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Kira just recently gained the power to make a thrall but was stuck with the problem of who to make into a thrall. She had already decided that it would be a gangster, she would have just killed them anyway. Though she wasn't sure if she could truly stand having a gangster as a thrall.

She made her way to the normal hot spots, ruined or no longer in use buildings. Places she had been before time and time again to get her fix. Fighting was a need that she felt deep within her, as if she was programmed for it. It was the only time she felt alive, almost happy. Happy wasn't an emotion she knew really, like most of the other ones. It seemed easy to feel anger but the more enjoyable emotions eluded her.

Kira was wearing softer shoes in order not to be heard. Heels made too much noise and while she did take them off when she broke into a building, these ruined buildings were not bare foot friendly. She wasn't sure how Mama did it, who went barefoot all the time.
She went inside the building, looking up at the beams above her head. The gangsters were in another room at the moment. She moved away from the wall before turning towards it once more. She ran towards the wall, her feet connected with the wall, running on an angle, pushing off the wall up towards the beam. Her hands gripped the beam before swinging herself up onto it. Doing these acrobatics were also enjoying to her.

She stood up and quickly made her way across the beam into the other room. Once in a good spot, she sat down and just watched.
She repeated this process a few nights, as she just steadied the people that were there repeatedly. You had the big muscle dudes who were used to beat people, then there were the drug runners, the gunners, and then there were the more business ones, smarter then the rest.

She was aiming for one that she would have killed, but also nice looking. If she was going to have someone hanging around her, he might as well be alright to look at but also a face that could blend into the crowd, get lost among the people.

There was one that caught her eye but, he wasn't exactly one she would have killed. He was the 'face man', able to get people to believe his stories and talk his way out of things. Traits of an allurist but human. So he was out of the question simply because he was not one of the worse scam. One of the drug runners would be fine enough with their giving of free samples to get people hooked, disgusting.
She would make her choice the following night.

However that night was different. The face man was told to do a job that was outside his normal one. Make him an official gang member but it required a test. Take out a rival drug runner and take their drugs.
Kira frowned, if he did this then he wouldn't be any different then the others. However, if he went through with it then he just made the top of the list.

She really felt like a stalker having to follow this man around. She stayed out of sight which was easier said than done. Though it was easier to stay up on rooftops when they were an option. She watched the dark haired man go down the alley, he didn't look nervous, he seemed rather calm about it.

He walked over to another man who was leaning against the wall of the building that lined the alleyway. He must have thought this Dave was looking for drugs because he pushed off the wall. "What's your poison man?"

Dave didn't say anything other then pulled out his gun, the other man not having enough time to react to the threat...Dave shot him in the head.

Kira didn't think the terms of the test stated that he had to kill him. Either way...he was walking down the same path as the others.

He went through the pockets of the fallen gangster and took the drugs from the body. He pulled out his cell phone, sending a text that it was done before he turned to leave the alley.

Kira had moved to a block away, waiting for when he would pass by. He must have still been on high alert because as she approached him, he went to point his gun at her. She grabbed his, not able to point the gun up due to their height difference, she moved to out to the side as she placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back until his back hit the wall. The force of it knocked the wind out of him.

"What the fu.." he said as he stared at her in shock.

"You crossed the line...you're just like the rest of them now." Kira said as she made eye contact with him.

"What are you talking about? Why are you so strong?" he replied, there was something off here.

"Not important.." Kira said, squeezing his wrist to make him drop the gun. It hit the ground with a clink. "But because of you going down the same path, it made up my mind."

"Crazy chick. Make up your mind about what! Let go of me.." he protested but he caught the scent of flowers, rose and lilac, he was lost in her green eyes.

"Can't let you go..." she said softly, "I picked you...should be flattered that I don't kill you.." she added, finally letting go of his right wrist. He was too under her control to run now. She told him his new name, like some pet that one bought from a store.

The man relaxed. "How can I help..?" he added almost like some robot from a sci-fi movie.

Kira let go of him with a slight frown. She certainly hoped thralls were that dull. "Come my Puppet, sell the drugs and start on a nice bank account for me." she said as she moved to head down the street.

"Of course.." he replied, following after her.

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He didn't stay dull. I'm not sure how it works however. If I eased up on the control therefore he regains back some form of personalty or what. And then I wonder if that's why he does regains back his mind and attacks me.

January 14th, 2012

Serenity had wanted to go out to some kind of 60s diner. She was buying the food. I'm not completely used to eating like normal and there's something in the back of mind thinking that she was just up to something again. Which I was right. She seemed to want to know how much food could I eat before getting sick. Besides being a little queasy, I was alright until later on...but I have more to tell before that.

Serenity got hit in the head by a can. Now I'm sure she could have dodged it but she let it hit her for some reason. Maybe playing the part of human. Either way I got a good laugh out of it. It was rather amusing.

The person who kicked the can was sorry enough that he bought us food instead. A guy who went by the name of Gambat. He seemed nice enough but the conversations led to talking about the past, something that I just don't have. I did reveal more of it but still its not much. It just made me ask the same questions yet again. Why did I lose my memories? I why was I New York? And why the hell did I wake up in the graveyard, on a grave. Was it wrong for me to claim the name? I don't know. I felt connected to it somehow.
And the list goes on for questions. Did I have family, did anyone ever cared enough to look for me or was I completely alone in the world. Then again, if I've always had problems with feeling emotions, I highly doubt anyone got close enough to care about me.

Serenity called me an escort. It's all so nice she has a job of some sort, a researcher but she sticks me with that. I could sway people out of their money, I don't really have to escort them around now do I. I steal from people, break into buildings, take their beer and wine (so it seems that's all I ever find). I haven't done breaking into the buildings for some time, since the last time I just could not run away from the cop. I told myself run, they are just doing their job and it just brings on a high bounty. It didn't matter, lost in the fight, the cop ended up dead. There's just something in me that won't allow me to run from a fight.

When we went to leave for wherever we were going (we hadn't truly decided yet) these gang members came out. It would seem my fun, fighting the gangsters, had caught up with me. Have a feeling it has to do with my face. See, I knew I should have worn a mask.

I was really wanted to just kill them but with Serenity there I try to talk my way out of things. However Gambat fought them, he got shot in the leg and was about to be killed himself when Odin came in, taking out the would be shooter. Serenity was trying to save one of the gangster but he soon died.
And Puppet, well, he had spent most of his time on the back of one of the gangsters, trying to keep him busy. Well it did work but that's besides the point. More gangsters had shown up and I got them to fight each other instead. To police it would look like a gang war but I don't know how well that is going to work. They know why they were there. They have a face but not a name.

By this time it was clear Serenity it just out there, off somewhere. Jarrett had to go find Odin's ear because that would be an odd thing to find later on when the cops showed up. With none of the gangsters missing ears, they would look at it as who ever did the fighting, and well, they'd be asking questions as how he still has an ear if they ever matched it up. I think Jarrett has his work cut out for him this time around, and so does Odin having to take care of Serenity. I hope she doesn't try to kill, like well Puppet anyway.

It was decided (or rather commanded by Serenity) for me to take Gambat to the cabin, Puppet had gotten his things and met us there. Gambat seemed to have taken care of his own wounds but Serenity said she would stop by later to take a look at it. Puppet doesn't seem to like Gambat but I think he has a problem with any males for that matter. I wonder if its common for a thrall to be lovedrunk with their master.

Time for rest.

January 15th, 2012

Gambat seemed to have gone to the store without me. I guess at least he made it alright. Would think a normal human would be in too much pain. I've only dealt with bullet holes after my turning, not before.
Anyway, he had told us the day before about why he was really there. I'm not really going to repeat it here.
What woke me up was Puppet trying to wake me up which he was lucky he hadn't gotten hurt by doing so. Serenity had shown up and started to poke Gambat's wounds. No Odin or Jarrett to keep an eye on her. She must have left without telling them. Though I'm sure Jarrett was still rather busy with everything that happened.

She still manged to fix up his leg. She had sewed bunnies...of all things.

And then Odin breaks the door, Gambat got upset with his pulling on Serenity's arm and well....Odin and Gambat sure have a problem with each other. Personalty clash? Just because they are males? I don't know. Since Gambat decided to be turned into a vampire, by me (Mama will be happy its not a demon childe at least), they can kill each other later when neither one of them can die, die. And not in my cabin! Damn it, I had told them not to fight in there to start with. Don't need blood all over the place.
Odin had tossed him into the wall, Gambat did manage to cut his face. Lots of grinning from the both of them, which is why I'm clueless with those two. Sure I grin when I have a good fight, not too sure if this is the same.
Serenity and Odin left but it would seem Gambat was worse off then I thought. Odin saved me the trouble of having to bleed him to turn him. It seemed rather painful which didn't surprise me considering everything that was wrong with him.

Puppet has a lot of cleaning to do..

January 17th, 2012

Things are not going so well. Jarrett hasn't been able to cover up what happened, instead we ended up being questioned about that night. This whole escort thing is getting out of hand but sadly, I don't see a way around it anymore. Suppose it makes for an okay cover story. Jarrett's partner however Catherine, is a pain. I don't foresee this matter dropped anytime soon. The more I think about it, the more I need to go out to fight.

(OOC: Thread still going....and going and going. Updates to come below with some other related threads)

January 18th, 2012
Had sort of a training session with Gambat. Though I think I really was after hurting him the longer it went on. I don't know...it's getting harder to still the part of me that needs to fight, or at least that's how it seems. At least I can blow off some steam thanks to the gym at SoA now.