9-11-2013
I've decided to step outside of my own head and try out this community finally. I've come to know my "Sire", as they seem to call it, more and her brood of "misfits" known as the Sangue. While some could label them as strange, I'm not exactly sure I retain the right to say that about anyone. I'm not even sure why I'm even writing in this thing to be honest. It's not exactly like I've ever been one to go and jot down my emotions, but perhaps the outlet will be good for me. I have to admit, it's taken me some time to get used to these thoughts that come rushing through my head. It's taken months, but I think I've finally come to learn to control them. You'd probably think that this whole "vampire" thing would be what really shakes my world...but it's been going so long without hearing and then being barraged with other people's thoughts running through my head! It's started off far worse than hearing! At least when it comes to sound, you can cover your ears and block it out. I tried that, at first, but realized very quickly that there's no blocking it out. It's actually inside your head. What an odd ability to compliment the deaf! Let him hear THOUGHTS! Oh the irony.
"Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-13-2013
So, I've decided to branch off on my own during the nights and attempt to learn what I can. I figure the only way I'm going to grow into being an independent pain in the *** is to figure some **** out for myself. You know, the more I walk around this place, the more time I spend wondering if maybe it wouldn't have just been better to stay camped out in my own head. I'd recently secured some lodging in this "Quarantined Zone", as they called it. Real nice old-timey place there called Corvidae Flats. I'm not exactly sure where the friggin bird fits in, as I haven't even seen any birds around that place. But regardless, I'd secured lodging there and I'll tell you... I'm not certain what's going on with that place, but I'm almost certain there's dead people walking around in there. I think maybe that's something maybe I need to speak to Scorpia about. In fact, I'd say for certain it is, otherwise I've cracked one too many skulls open in the lodge downstairs and may just feel terrible about the entire ordeal if I'm wrong after all.
I've been making progress in some of my mechanical studies, but seem short of some necessary items to progress in my crafting. I'll need to barter some sort of deals somewhere and establish a little trade so that I can continue to hone my skills. Maybe spend some time creating crafts for others and giving them to them, just so I can at least perfect my trade. I'm sure I could find all sorts of things to do with random traps, but at this point it'd be rather pointless and unnecessary. I just need the practice.
I'm coming to know more of the brood, as I like to refer to all of us. Many I've only seen on the family forum and have yet to actually meet. Maybe they'll venture into the club and we can actually meet finally. I woud liek to think it'd be beneficial for us to come together at times and bond. Or maybe that's just Scorpia's over-protective "Momm-dearest" nature speaking through me and I'm sounding entirely too gay right now. Damn I wish I could drink. Which is in itself another thing entirely, as well! Who's joke was it to not enable friggin vampires to eat or drink? I have one vice... ONE vice.. okay, well aside from the tattoos... TWO vices! Why can't I just do shots? Is there a way I can train to do that? Something? Anything? That's just friggin cruel.
I think the last note I'll touch on tonight is the weird arguments that always seem to be going on on that "CrowNet" forum. I'm not going to even begin to feign interest in joining in one of those random conversations of jack-assery, but seriously, if the attitude of many of these people tends to come with age I'll see about a permanent dirt-nap before I join the "Robble Robble" clubs. Of course, I could just be young and ignorant and not grasp the entirety or the importance of what exactly they ***** about... but I'm teetering towards I get it and just don't find it intellectually stimulating enough for me. Later.
So, I've decided to branch off on my own during the nights and attempt to learn what I can. I figure the only way I'm going to grow into being an independent pain in the *** is to figure some **** out for myself. You know, the more I walk around this place, the more time I spend wondering if maybe it wouldn't have just been better to stay camped out in my own head. I'd recently secured some lodging in this "Quarantined Zone", as they called it. Real nice old-timey place there called Corvidae Flats. I'm not exactly sure where the friggin bird fits in, as I haven't even seen any birds around that place. But regardless, I'd secured lodging there and I'll tell you... I'm not certain what's going on with that place, but I'm almost certain there's dead people walking around in there. I think maybe that's something maybe I need to speak to Scorpia about. In fact, I'd say for certain it is, otherwise I've cracked one too many skulls open in the lodge downstairs and may just feel terrible about the entire ordeal if I'm wrong after all.
I've been making progress in some of my mechanical studies, but seem short of some necessary items to progress in my crafting. I'll need to barter some sort of deals somewhere and establish a little trade so that I can continue to hone my skills. Maybe spend some time creating crafts for others and giving them to them, just so I can at least perfect my trade. I'm sure I could find all sorts of things to do with random traps, but at this point it'd be rather pointless and unnecessary. I just need the practice.
I'm coming to know more of the brood, as I like to refer to all of us. Many I've only seen on the family forum and have yet to actually meet. Maybe they'll venture into the club and we can actually meet finally. I woud liek to think it'd be beneficial for us to come together at times and bond. Or maybe that's just Scorpia's over-protective "Momm-dearest" nature speaking through me and I'm sounding entirely too gay right now. Damn I wish I could drink. Which is in itself another thing entirely, as well! Who's joke was it to not enable friggin vampires to eat or drink? I have one vice... ONE vice.. okay, well aside from the tattoos... TWO vices! Why can't I just do shots? Is there a way I can train to do that? Something? Anything? That's just friggin cruel.
I think the last note I'll touch on tonight is the weird arguments that always seem to be going on on that "CrowNet" forum. I'm not going to even begin to feign interest in joining in one of those random conversations of jack-assery, but seriously, if the attitude of many of these people tends to come with age I'll see about a permanent dirt-nap before I join the "Robble Robble" clubs. Of course, I could just be young and ignorant and not grasp the entirety or the importance of what exactly they ***** about... but I'm teetering towards I get it and just don't find it intellectually stimulating enough for me. Later.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-14-2013
So, usually I'll wait til perhaps the end of a day to go and write in this stupid thing, but I've just had the strangest happen to me and really needed to write this down. As I slept the day away, I found myself dreaming. Now, this was the strangest dream I've ever experienced, mind you. It didn't have that usual feel of being on the outside looking in; no, it felt like I was there. As this dream continued on, in all it's insanity...I'm talking there was this bearded clam, a cyclops and caves everywhere. Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with this. But none of that's really the weird part. No no no. The weird part is when I see this random guy walking around. Now, as strange as it sounds, I watched as events unfolded with this guy and realized how interactive the entire dreamscape seemed to be with him. That in itself was strange, because it became clear I had an exemplary amount of control in my dream, which as a human I never used to have. It always just sort of...happened. But in this dream I had complete control over myself and with reaction to the events of the dream. It was strange.
Now, I began to notice that all things in my dream seemed to be happening WITH and TOO this random guy who had magically shown up in my dream and it suddenly hit me that it was even my own damn dream! Somehow or another this damn telepathy has enabled me to slip into someone else's dream! What the ****? I really need to find out if there are other people with this telepathy **** going on, so maybe I can get a few answers on just what the hell to expect. Of course, as most things tend to go with my involvement, it turned into more of an activity than an experience....at least for me. I proceeded to test and see how much influence I could have with a dream and suddenly realized that I had an asinine amount of control over this dreamworld. It wasn't until I was sending this guy on a search for The Little Man in the Boat that I realized I wasn't in his dream, I had pulled HIM into MY dream! I mean how the hell did I do that ****? My subconscious is acting out on individuals now? An interesting element to be unfolded though.
Being that I was deeply seeded into MY OWN environment, this allowed me to a turn in some of my other projects and research. I was able to turn this Freudian field day into an interrogation room and got in more necessary experience with my scalpel set I'd found in one of those abandoned hospitals.
The entire process was exhilarating, even though in the midst of my carving I found myself waking and the entire dream was washed away by this sea of waking. Still. An interesting discovery that I'll need to test more of. Though, I still am curious... If the dream was in fact mine... what does that mean with the involvements of bearded clams and cyclops running around. I'm thinking this has just doubled as a Dream Journal.
So, usually I'll wait til perhaps the end of a day to go and write in this stupid thing, but I've just had the strangest happen to me and really needed to write this down. As I slept the day away, I found myself dreaming. Now, this was the strangest dream I've ever experienced, mind you. It didn't have that usual feel of being on the outside looking in; no, it felt like I was there. As this dream continued on, in all it's insanity...I'm talking there was this bearded clam, a cyclops and caves everywhere. Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with this. But none of that's really the weird part. No no no. The weird part is when I see this random guy walking around. Now, as strange as it sounds, I watched as events unfolded with this guy and realized how interactive the entire dreamscape seemed to be with him. That in itself was strange, because it became clear I had an exemplary amount of control in my dream, which as a human I never used to have. It always just sort of...happened. But in this dream I had complete control over myself and with reaction to the events of the dream. It was strange.
Now, I began to notice that all things in my dream seemed to be happening WITH and TOO this random guy who had magically shown up in my dream and it suddenly hit me that it was even my own damn dream! Somehow or another this damn telepathy has enabled me to slip into someone else's dream! What the ****? I really need to find out if there are other people with this telepathy **** going on, so maybe I can get a few answers on just what the hell to expect. Of course, as most things tend to go with my involvement, it turned into more of an activity than an experience....at least for me. I proceeded to test and see how much influence I could have with a dream and suddenly realized that I had an asinine amount of control over this dreamworld. It wasn't until I was sending this guy on a search for The Little Man in the Boat that I realized I wasn't in his dream, I had pulled HIM into MY dream! I mean how the hell did I do that ****? My subconscious is acting out on individuals now? An interesting element to be unfolded though.
Being that I was deeply seeded into MY OWN environment, this allowed me to a turn in some of my other projects and research. I was able to turn this Freudian field day into an interrogation room and got in more necessary experience with my scalpel set I'd found in one of those abandoned hospitals.
The entire process was exhilarating, even though in the midst of my carving I found myself waking and the entire dream was washed away by this sea of waking. Still. An interesting discovery that I'll need to test more of. Though, I still am curious... If the dream was in fact mine... what does that mean with the involvements of bearded clams and cyclops running around. I'm thinking this has just doubled as a Dream Journal.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-19-2013
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Last night I dreamed a dream of Things
And in this world of Things I'm king.
To share a scene of Things I've seen
Of Queens who gleam their shades of green.
I've seen the seeds of madness breathe
Pass feral teeth and tongues that seethe.
The strangest of these things I've seen?
The power that some Queens can bring,
Where angels sing and furies scream.
I stood amongst a field of green
A field of green amidst a stream
This stream was not your average stream
This stream breathed heat and screens of steam.
Before me stood a temptress Thing
With eyes agleam and skin of cream.
I knew not what intentions clinged
and hoped she spoke she'd chose to breed
Ahh to breed, to hunt, to feed
Any would seem a favorite thing.
And in this dream she chose to breed
and true indeed the seed was freed
but past this deed, madness and fear would supersede
For of such deeds breed......Fadebeast!
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I'm not sure why I wrote this...Did I write this? What the **** is going on in this head of mine. Something's not right.
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Last night I dreamed a dream of Things
And in this world of Things I'm king.
To share a scene of Things I've seen
Of Queens who gleam their shades of green.
I've seen the seeds of madness breathe
Pass feral teeth and tongues that seethe.
The strangest of these things I've seen?
The power that some Queens can bring,
Where angels sing and furies scream.
I stood amongst a field of green
A field of green amidst a stream
This stream was not your average stream
This stream breathed heat and screens of steam.
Before me stood a temptress Thing
With eyes agleam and skin of cream.
I knew not what intentions clinged
and hoped she spoke she'd chose to breed
Ahh to breed, to hunt, to feed
Any would seem a favorite thing.
And in this dream she chose to breed
and true indeed the seed was freed
but past this deed, madness and fear would supersede
For of such deeds breed......Fadebeast!
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I'm not sure why I wrote this...Did I write this? What the **** is going on in this head of mine. Something's not right.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-20-2013
Well, no dreams last night. A plus, though rather uneventful admittedly. I've been on the search to try and find some answers on this dream thing. It's been a trial attempting to find some other telepaths who can answer some questions. They either seem few and far between or remain out of sight. Some progress was made yesterday evening, however. Through some previous seeking, I managed to gain the attention of an elder, Elizabeth Naarc.
Speaking to Elizabeth, I was able to learn a few more things that were previously unbeknownst to me. It appears that I wasn't actually in any sort of coma for the last 3 months. Apparently there is an entirely different realm accessible by telepaths known as Vathía. Though she didn't seem like she desired to speak on the realm very much, Elizabeth offered far more information on it than I had before. It's opened up another area to study and do some research on, but so far it's both a relief and a concern. From the sounds of it, perhaps my extended stay there so early in my turning has left some long-term damage. It might explain the dreams I've been having.
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Elizabeth: Yes, us Telepaths. Most are dead, or sleep often. It is quite sad. Anyways, I, as you know am Elizabeth. How did you manage to even stumble upon me? I cannot say I have ever had the honour of meeting thee, or hearing your name.
Me: It was from reading over that Tulipranny thread on the CrowNet and was intrigued by who it was exactly that so many would nominate as Queen. And I'm sure you've not heard of me, I seem to have spent the first few months in some sort of... thought coma. I am Psyche, one of Scorpia's newest turned.
Elizabeth: Oh, you know that thread was....well, it was amusing, was it not? I was not really nominated, as so much self appointed. The city needed a good laugh, I think and I was happy to provide it. Coma? In your human life? How unfortunate. I could not imagine...though...have you lost your mind yet? I mean, sometimes our mind slips away from us, Psyche. And it is a pleasure to meet thee.
Me: No, it wasn't before I was turned, I don't think. I was still conscious in a sense, but heard.... well, everything, it seemed. It was like a million tdifferent thoughts swimming together. I've found if I let my thoughts go enough I can go back but it's more controlled now... though... I'd love to be able to speak to you on such topics, as I gathered your experiences are far more extensive from getting a reading on you.
Elizabeth: Whose thoughts? Others around you, those tied in blood, or something else? Experiences?
Me: At the time I couldn't tell you of whose they were. I could try to show you?
Elizabeth: Show me? Could you not describe it first? So that I may know what it is I am going to be seeing?
Me: I'm sorry. I don't really know how to descibe it.. it's too... chaotic. To be honest, I'm unsure if I could even share it through memory. I have been able to find my way back there, but how long I stay... that I haven't been able to control... I don't understand what it is really.
Elizabeth: Vathia. How did you get out?
Me: Vathia...This is a place? This wasn't any sort of...coma or something of the sort? I don't know how. I just woke up...
Elizabeth: It is not a place. It is a nightmare, in my opinion. Yes. It is a place we go...Some do not mind being there, for whatever reason, but I find it less than appealing. It is a place of reflection, but sometimes, to me, the place lies, or hides things. You have only been there just the one time? That you can remember?
Me: Just the one time I can recall.
Elizabeth: Vathia is not like that for me. I think it is different for everyone, though I cannot say for certain. I know too few of us that are around to speak to. Do you remember what you were doing before you went there? How you were...feeling? Though that is not the right word. What you were thinking before you went there?
Me: That I was going to die...I remember being here, at Dark Eden, and being approached by Scorpia. Words were exchanged. I thought I'd scored a lay for the night...and instead found myself with a one-way ticket to the undead. I remember feeling myself fade away... and then I 'woke up ' there. I thought maybe I was dead.. Hell, I thought alot there. Instead I awoke apparently months later sitting where I'd crawled away to the night I'd been turned.
Elizabeth: Interesting. I do not think I know of one like us, who has gone to that place so early in their siring. I find it interesting, at least. Well, you managed to find your way out without any help from another telepath or even knowing where you were. Even if it were months. Your mind must be quite strong. That is a good thing for those on our path.
Me: You said, amongst us telepaths it is common to become somewhat mentally unstable?
Elizabeth: Do I seem mentally unstable? Some, like all paths cannot keep their wits about them, no. They say, that given we are the thinkers of the group and some of us are so...sensitive, that our minds are often overburdened with many things. Thoughts of others and technology are some examples of this. I think that at times, our minds just grow tired, though you can hardly blame it, could you? But I have seen madness in many of our kind. From Killer, to Allurist.
Me: No, I don't think you seem unstable. Quite the contrary, I think you seem rather pulled together. I suppose it's all moot anyhow. Any can suffer from such an affliction, whether telepaths suffer from it more or not, is irrelevant. Still, I thank you for taking this time to share with me your own thoughts and knowledge.
Elizabeth: You are quite welcome, Mister Psyche. I shall leave you to your thoughts for the evening. Do have a pleasant one.
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Speaking of the dreams...it appears the severity is something all together far more extensive. Reading through the local papers, I noticed an article of a man who'd mysteriously slipped into a vegetative state... brain dead if you will. Apparently he'd been found this way in his bed after the stench of him being untaken care of in his apartment raised alarm in some other tenants of the apartment complex. The odd thing is, it's the man I was writing about in my Sept 14th entry a week ago. Now this either means I'm dreaming about people I've never met and things eventually happen to....which is all together rather unreasonable of an explanation. Or...my dreams aren't quite dreams and I've had something to do with this. I need to find someone who might have some clue on this kind of oddity. I've asked it to some fellow telepaths and it doesn't seem to be something they've ever experienced.
Perhaps it's time I met Zodiac more formally. I'm sure if it's strange, she's seen it.
Well, no dreams last night. A plus, though rather uneventful admittedly. I've been on the search to try and find some answers on this dream thing. It's been a trial attempting to find some other telepaths who can answer some questions. They either seem few and far between or remain out of sight. Some progress was made yesterday evening, however. Through some previous seeking, I managed to gain the attention of an elder, Elizabeth Naarc.
Speaking to Elizabeth, I was able to learn a few more things that were previously unbeknownst to me. It appears that I wasn't actually in any sort of coma for the last 3 months. Apparently there is an entirely different realm accessible by telepaths known as Vathía. Though she didn't seem like she desired to speak on the realm very much, Elizabeth offered far more information on it than I had before. It's opened up another area to study and do some research on, but so far it's both a relief and a concern. From the sounds of it, perhaps my extended stay there so early in my turning has left some long-term damage. It might explain the dreams I've been having.
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Elizabeth: Yes, us Telepaths. Most are dead, or sleep often. It is quite sad. Anyways, I, as you know am Elizabeth. How did you manage to even stumble upon me? I cannot say I have ever had the honour of meeting thee, or hearing your name.
Me: It was from reading over that Tulipranny thread on the CrowNet and was intrigued by who it was exactly that so many would nominate as Queen. And I'm sure you've not heard of me, I seem to have spent the first few months in some sort of... thought coma. I am Psyche, one of Scorpia's newest turned.
Elizabeth: Oh, you know that thread was....well, it was amusing, was it not? I was not really nominated, as so much self appointed. The city needed a good laugh, I think and I was happy to provide it. Coma? In your human life? How unfortunate. I could not imagine...though...have you lost your mind yet? I mean, sometimes our mind slips away from us, Psyche. And it is a pleasure to meet thee.
Me: No, it wasn't before I was turned, I don't think. I was still conscious in a sense, but heard.... well, everything, it seemed. It was like a million tdifferent thoughts swimming together. I've found if I let my thoughts go enough I can go back but it's more controlled now... though... I'd love to be able to speak to you on such topics, as I gathered your experiences are far more extensive from getting a reading on you.
Elizabeth: Whose thoughts? Others around you, those tied in blood, or something else? Experiences?
Me: At the time I couldn't tell you of whose they were. I could try to show you?
Elizabeth: Show me? Could you not describe it first? So that I may know what it is I am going to be seeing?
Me: I'm sorry. I don't really know how to descibe it.. it's too... chaotic. To be honest, I'm unsure if I could even share it through memory. I have been able to find my way back there, but how long I stay... that I haven't been able to control... I don't understand what it is really.
Elizabeth: Vathia. How did you get out?
Me: Vathia...This is a place? This wasn't any sort of...coma or something of the sort? I don't know how. I just woke up...
Elizabeth: It is not a place. It is a nightmare, in my opinion. Yes. It is a place we go...Some do not mind being there, for whatever reason, but I find it less than appealing. It is a place of reflection, but sometimes, to me, the place lies, or hides things. You have only been there just the one time? That you can remember?
Me: Just the one time I can recall.
Elizabeth: Vathia is not like that for me. I think it is different for everyone, though I cannot say for certain. I know too few of us that are around to speak to. Do you remember what you were doing before you went there? How you were...feeling? Though that is not the right word. What you were thinking before you went there?
Me: That I was going to die...I remember being here, at Dark Eden, and being approached by Scorpia. Words were exchanged. I thought I'd scored a lay for the night...and instead found myself with a one-way ticket to the undead. I remember feeling myself fade away... and then I 'woke up ' there. I thought maybe I was dead.. Hell, I thought alot there. Instead I awoke apparently months later sitting where I'd crawled away to the night I'd been turned.
Elizabeth: Interesting. I do not think I know of one like us, who has gone to that place so early in their siring. I find it interesting, at least. Well, you managed to find your way out without any help from another telepath or even knowing where you were. Even if it were months. Your mind must be quite strong. That is a good thing for those on our path.
Me: You said, amongst us telepaths it is common to become somewhat mentally unstable?
Elizabeth: Do I seem mentally unstable? Some, like all paths cannot keep their wits about them, no. They say, that given we are the thinkers of the group and some of us are so...sensitive, that our minds are often overburdened with many things. Thoughts of others and technology are some examples of this. I think that at times, our minds just grow tired, though you can hardly blame it, could you? But I have seen madness in many of our kind. From Killer, to Allurist.
Me: No, I don't think you seem unstable. Quite the contrary, I think you seem rather pulled together. I suppose it's all moot anyhow. Any can suffer from such an affliction, whether telepaths suffer from it more or not, is irrelevant. Still, I thank you for taking this time to share with me your own thoughts and knowledge.
Elizabeth: You are quite welcome, Mister Psyche. I shall leave you to your thoughts for the evening. Do have a pleasant one.
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Speaking of the dreams...it appears the severity is something all together far more extensive. Reading through the local papers, I noticed an article of a man who'd mysteriously slipped into a vegetative state... brain dead if you will. Apparently he'd been found this way in his bed after the stench of him being untaken care of in his apartment raised alarm in some other tenants of the apartment complex. The odd thing is, it's the man I was writing about in my Sept 14th entry a week ago. Now this either means I'm dreaming about people I've never met and things eventually happen to....which is all together rather unreasonable of an explanation. Or...my dreams aren't quite dreams and I've had something to do with this. I need to find someone who might have some clue on this kind of oddity. I've asked it to some fellow telepaths and it doesn't seem to be something they've ever experienced.
Perhaps it's time I met Zodiac more formally. I'm sure if it's strange, she's seen it.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-20-2013
Today was an eventful evening. I actually managed to get quite a bit more done than I'd originally hoped to when I first woke up. First things first. This past week of training in my crafts and learning to better control some of my mental gifts has paid off, I feel. I'm obliged to think I've come out this week smarter and generally more knowledgeable. Even my gadgeting seems to make a bit more sense now. Score one for the tattooed menace.
Speaking of tattooed menace, I was walking about the Riverwood Market today and happened upon this great tattoo parlor....
A Meeting with Micah
Psyche looked around the shop floor of the tattoo parlor he'd found within the Riverwood Market. Appreciating the look of the place, he could tell there was a distinct flavor to it. That it didn't cater solely to the tattoo tourist or bandwagon stooge. This place seemed to actually hold an artistic creative vibe he could dig. He continued to look around to see if anyone was available to speak with.
The sound of the silent door alarm drew Micah out of his office. It was quiet and there was only one artist working. The receptionist had already left for the night and so it was up to him to take care of anyone that might come in. As he approached the front he saw someone he'd never seen before waiting and couldn't help but wonder what had brought him into the shop. "Can I help you?"
Noticing the large collection of muscle of a man approach him, he recognized the comfort he obviously felt here and by the look of the inkwork on him, he must've been the artist. "Hey, how's it going, man? I'm trying to get myself dug in around these parts and came up on your shop. Noticed it's just about one of the only ones with some legit work and was wondering if you were hiring on any more artists?"
Well that answered his question. When he and Vel had decided to start hiring for artists for Masterpiece she'd left it in his hands do do the hiring. Micah hadn't wanted to blatantly advertise and he stood by his decision. Anyone who showed interest in working at the shop though would be given an opportunity to show him what they were made of. "I could be. You looking for work?"
He tried to get a read on the man, without being so intrusive as stepping in one's head. Something already felt... familiar about him, but he wasn't placing it. He was surely a vampire, he got that vibe off of him but other than that, he'd let it all be discovered the legitimate fashion. "For sure, boss. I'm camped out under a temporary spot at the moment, but was hoping to get back to laying down some ink."
Micah carefully looked the man over grateful for the ever present sunglasses that covered his eyes. He wasn't picking up anything unusual about him, no bad vibes which was a good thing. And just from the few words that they had exchanged he seemed like a decent guy. "How much experience you got?"
"Bout 11 years. Was working at Heritage in Vegas for the last six. I've done some chisel work too, but it's not really my forte. If you want I could bring some work in. I honestly didn't expect to run into this place. Though, just lemme know now if you're only looking for a 'tramp stamp' guy or someone to feed the tattoo sharks. 'Cuz I'm not really into it. I'll cater to the Michaelangelos and don't mind handling closers, but I prefer to put my soul into my ink. I'll start from where I need to as long as I can eventually work my way up canvasing."
He held up a hand. "I detest tramp stamps and I myself will not do them. I like good quality work tha requires thought an imagination and that's the kind of reputation that I want my shop to have. I want to be know for our ability to to create materpieces." Micah already liked this guy. He seemed to feel the same way about ink as Micah did. "What's your name?"
He nodded, understanding and appreciating the reciprocated feel from the artist. "The name's Psyche, but most just call me Psy(Sai)." He was starting to feel good about having run into this guy. He was hoping more in the shop were atleast close in style to this guy. "Sounds sick and right down my alley."
"Pleasure to meet you Psy, I'm Micah. Currently there are a couple of artists who work days only. You'll probably never see them as they're gone long before I manage to come in." He looked back at the lone artist who was cleaning his station so he could leave for the night. "You can set your own hours, work as much as you want, take whatever work you want and if a job comes on that you aren't comfortable doing then that's ok too. But I don't think that will happen often. All you need to do is speak with my wife and she'll get you all squared away. She handles the business side - you know the boring stuff. Paperwork and all that." He reached for a tablet and scribbled a name and number down then handed it over. "Her name's Velveteen, just tell her I sent you."
His response brought some extreme levity to him, he'd been of some serious need of some normalcy with everything going on. Plus, the guy just generally seemed cool. "You sure you don't need to see any work first or anything? Damn. Thanks, boss. I'll make sure whatever work goes in this place keeps to your caliber."
Micah shook his head. "I don't think I need to. First impressions are everything and I honestly don't think that you are the type of guy that would walk in here and try to lie about what you can do." He was going with his gut on this one as he always did. it had never steered him wrong before and he didn't think that it was going to this time either.
Psyche extended his hand to Micah after having taken the info for Velveteen. "Thanks again, Micah. I'm looking forward to pushing some ink with ya in here."
Micah took the extended hand and gave it a firm shake. "Glad to have you with us man. I look forward to getting to know you."
As he was getting ready to turn and walk out, he stopped himself and turned back around, "I guess only last question I have is, is there anything I should know about that happens around here or to keep a lookout for?"
...I'll not finish the rest of that memory, as some things just don't need to be documented anywhere, I don't think. It's for me to know. So... yes, while I'll always be grateful to my Sire, Scorp, for putting me up for the nights and giving me a chance to make some cash in the club, it looks like I'm finally getting back in front of a chair and pushing some ink. It's a great step towards eventually being able to set up my own shop eventually, I think. If it even needs to go that route, maybe I won't need to.
Later on in the evening, another conversation I'd been hoping for came to be. I finally managed to have a sit down with Zodiac and was able to discuss the dream issue....
To Speak of Dreams
Voodoo Queen... if at all possible, could we speak soon? I've been experiencing some...oddities that haven't been answerable to similar telepaths. Perhaps your more extensive experiences and knowledge could shed some light? I'm sure you can always find me here.
...
So, in going back to the mention of you tending to stay in more circles than most. I'd assume someone in your profession has a bit of experience in many....oddities?
That would be a fair description, I think.
Have you had much dealings with other telepaths?
A few, yes. My one childer started on the way of the telepaths as well. If I can be of assistance, I will certainly try.
I've spoken to a few different telepaths, some even older.. and I've gotten a large majority of my questions answered but I'm experiencing what I'm starting to think is a common telepath issue. I'm having some dream issues.
Do you feel you are 'tuning in' the dreams of others while you sleep or are they your own dreams?
I can't really tell for sure. Sometimes it feels like I'm tuned into theirs but then will even transition over ... like I'm taking it over or something. But, wait... you've heard of this before?
I have a neighbor. A very vivid dreamer. It happened to me once. I had reached out and found her dreams. She was also a client of my at the shop, so when she came in and told me the dream she had had, I guessed what had happened.
So... I'm not batshit crazy. It does actually happen.
Of course, there was variables involved here. The proximity, the fact I knew her thoughts to begin with, and the power of her dream . All added together at that moment.
I feel like I should share something else that's happened since that instance...Last week, the first time this dream occurance happened, I had a dream of tormenting a man I'd never met. The dream eventually led to me torturing him, interrogation style, in a darkroom and killing him.
Precognition?
This morning, looking over the newspaper, I see this man in the newspaper. He'd been found in his room in a vegetative state. The guy's not mentally there anymore. And it looks like he'd been laid up in that bed for days.
Not precognition then. What you describe I have heard of it. Very rare. Only very strong telepaths can do it. Murdering someone in their mind. What a power you could be if you could 'aim' that at a specific person or vampire.
You think there's a way to possibly learn to control it?
Anything would be possible. Just like any talent. Hone the skill. But since I have not even experienced such a thing my self, I am not sure if I would be the best one to advise you. One thing does come to mind though. I would hate to see you learning to use such a gift simply for murder.
For murder? I don't want to murder anyone.... atleast I don't think I do. I'm not sure what compelled me to do such a thing in that first dream, to be honest.
I see. So you were there and what happened in reality matched your dream. Perhaps you were seeing the events of another through their eyes. Was there anytime you saw a part of you that you recognized in the process? Like your hand or a reflection? Clothing? Weapon?
*Thinking back on the dream, he pulls up the memory like a movie reel being able to remember every detail. In the image he sees his tattooed hands.* I saw my hands. It was me, for sure.
Wow! That kinda rules out seeing a murder through another's eyes I think.
It's strange though. In dreams, it was always like you were watching. I can recall making conscious decisions in this dream. Like I remember thinking how real it felt.
*Jots some notes* You say you thought about what you was doing, so any chance that you were seeing yourself in place of the actual killer is kinda shot. But give me some time. Can do some research and see if any has had a similar experience.
You got it. If anything new comes up, you want me to come find you or what?
Please do. I am always happy to help if I can, and if I learn something new in the process, better yet.
.....
I'll need to get my equipment together. Tomorrow, I'll head into the shop and look at getting settled in.
Today was an eventful evening. I actually managed to get quite a bit more done than I'd originally hoped to when I first woke up. First things first. This past week of training in my crafts and learning to better control some of my mental gifts has paid off, I feel. I'm obliged to think I've come out this week smarter and generally more knowledgeable. Even my gadgeting seems to make a bit more sense now. Score one for the tattooed menace.
Speaking of tattooed menace, I was walking about the Riverwood Market today and happened upon this great tattoo parlor....
A Meeting with Micah
Psyche looked around the shop floor of the tattoo parlor he'd found within the Riverwood Market. Appreciating the look of the place, he could tell there was a distinct flavor to it. That it didn't cater solely to the tattoo tourist or bandwagon stooge. This place seemed to actually hold an artistic creative vibe he could dig. He continued to look around to see if anyone was available to speak with.
The sound of the silent door alarm drew Micah out of his office. It was quiet and there was only one artist working. The receptionist had already left for the night and so it was up to him to take care of anyone that might come in. As he approached the front he saw someone he'd never seen before waiting and couldn't help but wonder what had brought him into the shop. "Can I help you?"
Noticing the large collection of muscle of a man approach him, he recognized the comfort he obviously felt here and by the look of the inkwork on him, he must've been the artist. "Hey, how's it going, man? I'm trying to get myself dug in around these parts and came up on your shop. Noticed it's just about one of the only ones with some legit work and was wondering if you were hiring on any more artists?"
Well that answered his question. When he and Vel had decided to start hiring for artists for Masterpiece she'd left it in his hands do do the hiring. Micah hadn't wanted to blatantly advertise and he stood by his decision. Anyone who showed interest in working at the shop though would be given an opportunity to show him what they were made of. "I could be. You looking for work?"
He tried to get a read on the man, without being so intrusive as stepping in one's head. Something already felt... familiar about him, but he wasn't placing it. He was surely a vampire, he got that vibe off of him but other than that, he'd let it all be discovered the legitimate fashion. "For sure, boss. I'm camped out under a temporary spot at the moment, but was hoping to get back to laying down some ink."
Micah carefully looked the man over grateful for the ever present sunglasses that covered his eyes. He wasn't picking up anything unusual about him, no bad vibes which was a good thing. And just from the few words that they had exchanged he seemed like a decent guy. "How much experience you got?"
"Bout 11 years. Was working at Heritage in Vegas for the last six. I've done some chisel work too, but it's not really my forte. If you want I could bring some work in. I honestly didn't expect to run into this place. Though, just lemme know now if you're only looking for a 'tramp stamp' guy or someone to feed the tattoo sharks. 'Cuz I'm not really into it. I'll cater to the Michaelangelos and don't mind handling closers, but I prefer to put my soul into my ink. I'll start from where I need to as long as I can eventually work my way up canvasing."
He held up a hand. "I detest tramp stamps and I myself will not do them. I like good quality work tha requires thought an imagination and that's the kind of reputation that I want my shop to have. I want to be know for our ability to to create materpieces." Micah already liked this guy. He seemed to feel the same way about ink as Micah did. "What's your name?"
He nodded, understanding and appreciating the reciprocated feel from the artist. "The name's Psyche, but most just call me Psy(Sai)." He was starting to feel good about having run into this guy. He was hoping more in the shop were atleast close in style to this guy. "Sounds sick and right down my alley."
"Pleasure to meet you Psy, I'm Micah. Currently there are a couple of artists who work days only. You'll probably never see them as they're gone long before I manage to come in." He looked back at the lone artist who was cleaning his station so he could leave for the night. "You can set your own hours, work as much as you want, take whatever work you want and if a job comes on that you aren't comfortable doing then that's ok too. But I don't think that will happen often. All you need to do is speak with my wife and she'll get you all squared away. She handles the business side - you know the boring stuff. Paperwork and all that." He reached for a tablet and scribbled a name and number down then handed it over. "Her name's Velveteen, just tell her I sent you."
His response brought some extreme levity to him, he'd been of some serious need of some normalcy with everything going on. Plus, the guy just generally seemed cool. "You sure you don't need to see any work first or anything? Damn. Thanks, boss. I'll make sure whatever work goes in this place keeps to your caliber."
Micah shook his head. "I don't think I need to. First impressions are everything and I honestly don't think that you are the type of guy that would walk in here and try to lie about what you can do." He was going with his gut on this one as he always did. it had never steered him wrong before and he didn't think that it was going to this time either.
Psyche extended his hand to Micah after having taken the info for Velveteen. "Thanks again, Micah. I'm looking forward to pushing some ink with ya in here."
Micah took the extended hand and gave it a firm shake. "Glad to have you with us man. I look forward to getting to know you."
As he was getting ready to turn and walk out, he stopped himself and turned back around, "I guess only last question I have is, is there anything I should know about that happens around here or to keep a lookout for?"
...I'll not finish the rest of that memory, as some things just don't need to be documented anywhere, I don't think. It's for me to know. So... yes, while I'll always be grateful to my Sire, Scorp, for putting me up for the nights and giving me a chance to make some cash in the club, it looks like I'm finally getting back in front of a chair and pushing some ink. It's a great step towards eventually being able to set up my own shop eventually, I think. If it even needs to go that route, maybe I won't need to.
Later on in the evening, another conversation I'd been hoping for came to be. I finally managed to have a sit down with Zodiac and was able to discuss the dream issue....
To Speak of Dreams
Voodoo Queen... if at all possible, could we speak soon? I've been experiencing some...oddities that haven't been answerable to similar telepaths. Perhaps your more extensive experiences and knowledge could shed some light? I'm sure you can always find me here.
...
So, in going back to the mention of you tending to stay in more circles than most. I'd assume someone in your profession has a bit of experience in many....oddities?
That would be a fair description, I think.
Have you had much dealings with other telepaths?
A few, yes. My one childer started on the way of the telepaths as well. If I can be of assistance, I will certainly try.
I've spoken to a few different telepaths, some even older.. and I've gotten a large majority of my questions answered but I'm experiencing what I'm starting to think is a common telepath issue. I'm having some dream issues.
Do you feel you are 'tuning in' the dreams of others while you sleep or are they your own dreams?
I can't really tell for sure. Sometimes it feels like I'm tuned into theirs but then will even transition over ... like I'm taking it over or something. But, wait... you've heard of this before?
I have a neighbor. A very vivid dreamer. It happened to me once. I had reached out and found her dreams. She was also a client of my at the shop, so when she came in and told me the dream she had had, I guessed what had happened.
So... I'm not batshit crazy. It does actually happen.
Of course, there was variables involved here. The proximity, the fact I knew her thoughts to begin with, and the power of her dream . All added together at that moment.
I feel like I should share something else that's happened since that instance...Last week, the first time this dream occurance happened, I had a dream of tormenting a man I'd never met. The dream eventually led to me torturing him, interrogation style, in a darkroom and killing him.
Precognition?
This morning, looking over the newspaper, I see this man in the newspaper. He'd been found in his room in a vegetative state. The guy's not mentally there anymore. And it looks like he'd been laid up in that bed for days.
Not precognition then. What you describe I have heard of it. Very rare. Only very strong telepaths can do it. Murdering someone in their mind. What a power you could be if you could 'aim' that at a specific person or vampire.
You think there's a way to possibly learn to control it?
Anything would be possible. Just like any talent. Hone the skill. But since I have not even experienced such a thing my self, I am not sure if I would be the best one to advise you. One thing does come to mind though. I would hate to see you learning to use such a gift simply for murder.
For murder? I don't want to murder anyone.... atleast I don't think I do. I'm not sure what compelled me to do such a thing in that first dream, to be honest.
I see. So you were there and what happened in reality matched your dream. Perhaps you were seeing the events of another through their eyes. Was there anytime you saw a part of you that you recognized in the process? Like your hand or a reflection? Clothing? Weapon?
*Thinking back on the dream, he pulls up the memory like a movie reel being able to remember every detail. In the image he sees his tattooed hands.* I saw my hands. It was me, for sure.
Wow! That kinda rules out seeing a murder through another's eyes I think.
It's strange though. In dreams, it was always like you were watching. I can recall making conscious decisions in this dream. Like I remember thinking how real it felt.
*Jots some notes* You say you thought about what you was doing, so any chance that you were seeing yourself in place of the actual killer is kinda shot. But give me some time. Can do some research and see if any has had a similar experience.
You got it. If anything new comes up, you want me to come find you or what?
Please do. I am always happy to help if I can, and if I learn something new in the process, better yet.
.....
I'll need to get my equipment together. Tomorrow, I'll head into the shop and look at getting settled in.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
9-21-2013
Okay, I'm kind of freaking out right now. Speaking to Zodiac yesterday evening brought about some thoughts, I'd been having. Maybe there was something to her theory on it being some sort of extended connection of the mind. That it's something to be controlled with training and time.
I'd been walking down the streets last night and some asshole was trying to get me lured into an alley so he could try to cop a fix. I really hate those fuckers. Of the ones I've seen, they seem to have this deluded sense of self-importance and yet all I've seen are a bunch of blood-junkies trying to get a thrill. Someone wanna tell me how they're any different than the average crackhead? Other than the fact that they can hop buildings when they're high.
Anyways...mini-rant there...so, the asshole wouldn't leave me alone about trying to score some plasma. We ended up having some choice words about how I wasn't a ******* a vampire and that he needed to get some help. I swear I was about to rip this guy's throat out just to shut him up, but a pair of cops came around the corner and I resolved myself and just walked away. Hell, I just got a new job and am finally getting myself situated into this place. Last thing I need is time in the slammer to boot.
But really that's all the uninteresting part. So, later in the evening after I'd gathered up my choice pieces of equipment for the shop, I decided to lay around for a bit. You know, even after you're dead you gotta have some 'me' time. Now...have you ever had those moments where if you were completely pissed no one would've been any the wiser seeing you? But on the inside, the furnaces of Hell are burning at High heat. For some reason or another, this incident with the blood thief had me laying there thinking and completely twisted. All I could think about was how...if those cops hadn't have come around I could've slimmed down society of one more ******* retard out there...
I'm not exactly sure where the change happened. I just remember thinking of the guy and visualizing ripping his throat out with my bare hands and screaming into his voice box to 'shut the **** up'. But somewhere in my imaginary hate-fest, everything became very real again. I was looking down the alleyway at the asshole trying to sell me blood, but he looked confused this time... I didn't ever remember him of ever being confused.... and honestly, I've found my memories been pretty ******* spot on since I've been turned. I approached him....consciously approached him... not the watching yourself doing something in the average dream style ****. I chose to walk to him and suddenly was recalling the conversation with Zo.
Oh, how I could feel the ends of my mouth reach up to my ears. I just watched him looking around confused, when one has that feeling of deja-vu and they are suddenly debating if they have seen this before. I decided I wouldn't break that for him. I continued with the heated debate as we'd had before and let my rage-o-meter refill in a fury. Of course the guy decided to **** up my party and decides to ask where the hell he was. Pfffttt. Thanks, dickweed.
I was tired of talking anyways and instead decided to reach in for his biological microphone and part it from his internal speaker system. Systems down, folks. Now, I have to share hear that as I fed on this guys trachea, the taste and rush of a regular feed was exactly the same! Maybe a little more satisfying even. I'd later end up finding out that it had no impact on my need to feed at all. But an interesting evolution in this adventure, none the less.
I'm really unsure if I'd made any sort of 'decision' per say to ....wake up?... it was more like, when I felt my need to be there in that dream was finished, I just snapped back into reality. I was laying on my floor feeling completely satisfied.
I'm not sure if my imagination was on hyperdrive or if I've done it again.... I'll need to keep an eye on the obituaries for a while, I think.
Okay, I'm kind of freaking out right now. Speaking to Zodiac yesterday evening brought about some thoughts, I'd been having. Maybe there was something to her theory on it being some sort of extended connection of the mind. That it's something to be controlled with training and time.
I'd been walking down the streets last night and some asshole was trying to get me lured into an alley so he could try to cop a fix. I really hate those fuckers. Of the ones I've seen, they seem to have this deluded sense of self-importance and yet all I've seen are a bunch of blood-junkies trying to get a thrill. Someone wanna tell me how they're any different than the average crackhead? Other than the fact that they can hop buildings when they're high.
Anyways...mini-rant there...so, the asshole wouldn't leave me alone about trying to score some plasma. We ended up having some choice words about how I wasn't a ******* a vampire and that he needed to get some help. I swear I was about to rip this guy's throat out just to shut him up, but a pair of cops came around the corner and I resolved myself and just walked away. Hell, I just got a new job and am finally getting myself situated into this place. Last thing I need is time in the slammer to boot.
But really that's all the uninteresting part. So, later in the evening after I'd gathered up my choice pieces of equipment for the shop, I decided to lay around for a bit. You know, even after you're dead you gotta have some 'me' time. Now...have you ever had those moments where if you were completely pissed no one would've been any the wiser seeing you? But on the inside, the furnaces of Hell are burning at High heat. For some reason or another, this incident with the blood thief had me laying there thinking and completely twisted. All I could think about was how...if those cops hadn't have come around I could've slimmed down society of one more ******* retard out there...
I'm not exactly sure where the change happened. I just remember thinking of the guy and visualizing ripping his throat out with my bare hands and screaming into his voice box to 'shut the **** up'. But somewhere in my imaginary hate-fest, everything became very real again. I was looking down the alleyway at the asshole trying to sell me blood, but he looked confused this time... I didn't ever remember him of ever being confused.... and honestly, I've found my memories been pretty ******* spot on since I've been turned. I approached him....consciously approached him... not the watching yourself doing something in the average dream style ****. I chose to walk to him and suddenly was recalling the conversation with Zo.
Oh, how I could feel the ends of my mouth reach up to my ears. I just watched him looking around confused, when one has that feeling of deja-vu and they are suddenly debating if they have seen this before. I decided I wouldn't break that for him. I continued with the heated debate as we'd had before and let my rage-o-meter refill in a fury. Of course the guy decided to **** up my party and decides to ask where the hell he was. Pfffttt. Thanks, dickweed.
I was tired of talking anyways and instead decided to reach in for his biological microphone and part it from his internal speaker system. Systems down, folks. Now, I have to share hear that as I fed on this guys trachea, the taste and rush of a regular feed was exactly the same! Maybe a little more satisfying even. I'd later end up finding out that it had no impact on my need to feed at all. But an interesting evolution in this adventure, none the less.
I'm really unsure if I'd made any sort of 'decision' per say to ....wake up?... it was more like, when I felt my need to be there in that dream was finished, I just snapped back into reality. I was laying on my floor feeling completely satisfied.
I'm not sure if my imagination was on hyperdrive or if I've done it again.... I'll need to keep an eye on the obituaries for a while, I think.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
10-14-2013
I've not taken an opportune moment to sit and collect my thoughts in far too long. Too say much has changed in a month, would be a definite understatement. Since I've last written, I've continued to work at Masterpiece with Micah and Jesse. To call it work would be a lie for certain. It's been one of the sole greatest opportunities provided to me when speaking on career satisfaction. My artwork is my passion, my desire, my life's blood and be able to pick and choose my canvas as it comes and paint the easle with the creativity of my mind's eye is an absolute gift.
Speaking of my artwork, I need to finalize the designs for Zo, my gypsy lady. She's been a quiet blessing in this chaotic walk of life. I'm not truly sure many can completely understand where I come from entirely, or even what it is like to ride the line of balance everyday...but I know she can. It's odd. I haven't ever been one to care what anyone said or advised...and have often gone in accordance with my own wish and desire. But in this world that I know so little, her 'words' provide much solace.
During one of my many casual sessions in the systems, I came upon an identity that provided me with rather intriguing knowledge of my employers. It would appear I have been quite mistaken about the affiliations that spawn in this new life and upon deciding to raise a question of it have been permitted the chance to become an avid bird watcher myself. I've not spoken to anyone outside of this and fully expect when the situation does arise that it is discovered, I will be questioned and warned against it. It's really no one's business, as I am no one's child and certainly not owned by any individual. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe my decisions will be accepted as my own and respected and I will be left alone to make my own way through this life... and yet... I highly doubt this. But that's fine. Others generally worry because they care. And then there are the others.
Time will tell what adventures and adversities lie ahead in waiting.
I've not taken an opportune moment to sit and collect my thoughts in far too long. Too say much has changed in a month, would be a definite understatement. Since I've last written, I've continued to work at Masterpiece with Micah and Jesse. To call it work would be a lie for certain. It's been one of the sole greatest opportunities provided to me when speaking on career satisfaction. My artwork is my passion, my desire, my life's blood and be able to pick and choose my canvas as it comes and paint the easle with the creativity of my mind's eye is an absolute gift.
Speaking of my artwork, I need to finalize the designs for Zo, my gypsy lady. She's been a quiet blessing in this chaotic walk of life. I'm not truly sure many can completely understand where I come from entirely, or even what it is like to ride the line of balance everyday...but I know she can. It's odd. I haven't ever been one to care what anyone said or advised...and have often gone in accordance with my own wish and desire. But in this world that I know so little, her 'words' provide much solace.
During one of my many casual sessions in the systems, I came upon an identity that provided me with rather intriguing knowledge of my employers. It would appear I have been quite mistaken about the affiliations that spawn in this new life and upon deciding to raise a question of it have been permitted the chance to become an avid bird watcher myself. I've not spoken to anyone outside of this and fully expect when the situation does arise that it is discovered, I will be questioned and warned against it. It's really no one's business, as I am no one's child and certainly not owned by any individual. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe my decisions will be accepted as my own and respected and I will be left alone to make my own way through this life... and yet... I highly doubt this. But that's fine. Others generally worry because they care. And then there are the others.
Time will tell what adventures and adversities lie ahead in waiting.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
11-5-2013
Commander's Log. Stardate 110110001100. Ha! I always wanted to do that. So, here I sit away from the outside world, licking my wounds from a severe ***-whooping last night. I am officially a bird enthusiast. Yes yes, National Geographic, eat your heart out. Wildlife Treasury, get in my pocket. Never Neverland has cometh and I'm a Lost Boy. Of course, I have to perch on one leg at the moment as Every saw fit to ******* slice one off. That girl has some repressed anger and I think it's time for an intervention.
So, last night I find myself teleported to a "super secret hidey hole" and am given a headset. So naturally, I'm thinking, "Sweet, finally I find some ******* videogame connoisseurs!" You know, I'm thinking some SOCOM, Call of Duuuuty. Something fun! Instead I get told to run, pick up the **** that doesn't hurt me (which of course could in turn hurt me), run into a mob and LET them beat my ***....it's called a Mud Run. Ummm what the ****? This is how bird-watchers have a good time? That's morbid as hell. But... after a few bear traps, some gunshots to the back, and gut, knife wounds to the arms and leeeegs. Vel shooting me in the freaking heart. Lucky lucky me that her ******* aim was on-point last night. And Every deciding to Ginsu my leg clean off... we end it with a celebratory "Huzzah... now get upstairs so we can heal you."
I know, I know. I seems a little indecisive to want to hurt someone and them help them and be thanked for it. Maybe even a little schitzo... but hey, it's bonding, I suppose. Atleast, for the sake of feeling lucky I wasn't crippled like Zoey. Vel's shot was especially good on her. I'm thinking Vel may need some talking to as well. She seems awfully happy with Micah as they dance the night away while we sit battered and bruised.... but that's some unhealthy rage going on.
Zoey and I got all patched up though and I suppose we'll see if my leg comes back with tattoo intact. If not, atleast I work in the right joint to fix it. Gypsy Lady put me up for the night at her place. I was gonna stay in Ari's but I deliberately opened her closet, when told not to, and frankly I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at her the same again. It's just.... no, best not to think on it, Psy.
So, anyways... Zo let me sleep on her little pillow circles and I was out like a friggin light. I don't think I was even conscious long enough to truly debate the oddity that was her onesie. Oh well, I adore her anyways. I know she's got my back and it's vice versa.
So, onto a new Chapter in my unlife. I sort of made an oopsie as well. I caught sight of this little librarian a while back and had been entertained by the curiosity of it all. Well, I just found out my little project had a complication and she's been turned now. Oops. I'm not sure how Scorpia's going to take that one. But, what's done is done. She's mine forever and we'll just have to go with it and make sure she stays on point.
Commander's Log. Stardate 110110001100. Ha! I always wanted to do that. So, here I sit away from the outside world, licking my wounds from a severe ***-whooping last night. I am officially a bird enthusiast. Yes yes, National Geographic, eat your heart out. Wildlife Treasury, get in my pocket. Never Neverland has cometh and I'm a Lost Boy. Of course, I have to perch on one leg at the moment as Every saw fit to ******* slice one off. That girl has some repressed anger and I think it's time for an intervention.
So, last night I find myself teleported to a "super secret hidey hole" and am given a headset. So naturally, I'm thinking, "Sweet, finally I find some ******* videogame connoisseurs!" You know, I'm thinking some SOCOM, Call of Duuuuty. Something fun! Instead I get told to run, pick up the **** that doesn't hurt me (which of course could in turn hurt me), run into a mob and LET them beat my ***....it's called a Mud Run. Ummm what the ****? This is how bird-watchers have a good time? That's morbid as hell. But... after a few bear traps, some gunshots to the back, and gut, knife wounds to the arms and leeeegs. Vel shooting me in the freaking heart. Lucky lucky me that her ******* aim was on-point last night. And Every deciding to Ginsu my leg clean off... we end it with a celebratory "Huzzah... now get upstairs so we can heal you."
I know, I know. I seems a little indecisive to want to hurt someone and them help them and be thanked for it. Maybe even a little schitzo... but hey, it's bonding, I suppose. Atleast, for the sake of feeling lucky I wasn't crippled like Zoey. Vel's shot was especially good on her. I'm thinking Vel may need some talking to as well. She seems awfully happy with Micah as they dance the night away while we sit battered and bruised.... but that's some unhealthy rage going on.
Zoey and I got all patched up though and I suppose we'll see if my leg comes back with tattoo intact. If not, atleast I work in the right joint to fix it. Gypsy Lady put me up for the night at her place. I was gonna stay in Ari's but I deliberately opened her closet, when told not to, and frankly I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at her the same again. It's just.... no, best not to think on it, Psy.
So, anyways... Zo let me sleep on her little pillow circles and I was out like a friggin light. I don't think I was even conscious long enough to truly debate the oddity that was her onesie. Oh well, I adore her anyways. I know she's got my back and it's vice versa.
So, onto a new Chapter in my unlife. I sort of made an oopsie as well. I caught sight of this little librarian a while back and had been entertained by the curiosity of it all. Well, I just found out my little project had a complication and she's been turned now. Oops. I'm not sure how Scorpia's going to take that one. But, what's done is done. She's mine forever and we'll just have to go with it and make sure she stays on point.
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Re: "Blood Spatter" - Psyche's Journal
02-03-2014
Holy hell, have I been looking for this thing. Yanno, get a little tied up with my tinkering...spend a little time on my side projects, end up taking an extended absence in my own friggin head like I'm Rain Man or some ****. Oh lord, I can only imagine the backlash I'll end up getting with that. Probably sitting around cross-legged again, staring into space with drool streaming out of my mouth, all "Of course I don't have my underwear. Definitely don't have underwear."
Anyways, glad I finally found this dust riden, notebook of joy joy memories. Granted it doesn't hve much sentimental value or anything. I'd just rather people weren't poking around with what's going on in my head...kind of a bit of a hypocrit for a telepath I guess.
****. I just remembered I need some DV recorders... I'll pick up on this crap later.
Holy hell, have I been looking for this thing. Yanno, get a little tied up with my tinkering...spend a little time on my side projects, end up taking an extended absence in my own friggin head like I'm Rain Man or some ****. Oh lord, I can only imagine the backlash I'll end up getting with that. Probably sitting around cross-legged again, staring into space with drool streaming out of my mouth, all "Of course I don't have my underwear. Definitely don't have underwear."
Anyways, glad I finally found this dust riden, notebook of joy joy memories. Granted it doesn't hve much sentimental value or anything. I'd just rather people weren't poking around with what's going on in my head...kind of a bit of a hypocrit for a telepath I guess.
****. I just remembered I need some DV recorders... I'll pick up on this crap later.