Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Battle is Won

But the War goes on...

So. EVIDENTALLY. Nightscream stayed behind to INFILTRATE Legba's Pirates. Pretending to be one of his Slaves. Zombies, if you couldn't guess. I will let Screamer recap on it's own blog, so feel free to mock it's stupidity and recklessness over here.

So, the Second Attack on Legba's Pirates went... Well enough. Samael gave us Pale Men to use in the battle, and they made of tougher stuff than me. Less versatile though. Creepy Fucks too. But they get the job done... Doesn't mean they don't freak me out when I stumble onto them clustered up and sleeping on the CEILINGS like fucking BATS. I never realized that those coats they wear, aren't really coats. Ugh...

Proxy Bob was having all sorts of flashbacks. I was almost concerned he was De-Hallowing himself at the sight of the Pale Men. Poor Poor Dr. Marsh. You know, it occurs to me that he is basically a Zombie. Like. One of Legba's zombies. A bit more independent, but... He eats when I tell him to, sleeps when and where I tell him to, he kills what I tell him to, he tortures, he maims... And he can't even scream or cry unless I give him permission to. Haven't really let him out of the cage of his mind lately... I wonder what his mental state is. I tried a little while back, but he clammed up. Didn't want to give me the pleasure of seeing him utterly broken... Still need to find his old Buddy Roland. Don't think he is dead yet, but I have no idea where he is... Ah... Maybe when we have some down time.

But right. The attack. The first one left Legba's ship in BAD shape. We actually underestimated the damage we did. When we finally found it, they had made port on some fucking island and had set up a makeshift Fort. Heh. The benefits of having a labor force that lacks the mental capacity to complain, and is physically incapable of disobeying orders. We parked our fucking boats on the other side of the island. We decided to attack them from the trees... Hoping to catch them by surprise.

There was some... Unpleasantness though. For those of us sensitive to these sorts of things, such as Myself and Mumbles the Mime... You could feel this... Force coming from the Command Tent. It was Redlight. It had to be Redlight. He was using Legba as a conduit to come through. Now, if he MADE it through, he could have squashed me like a bug and single handedly wiped out our entire attack force. Then there would be little hope in stopping him. BUT. If I were to get to him during the transfer process... Well. It works both ways. Just a single touch is all it would take to send my Azoth back through and into Redlight's Squishy parts, where it would RIP and TEAR and Dissolve Redlight from the inside out.

Of course. Judging by my lack of celebratory, or panicked, tone, I am sure you can guess how this turned out.

Night fell and the Pale Men marched. The Pirates opened fire, but they might as well have been using cork guns for the amount of good it did against the Children of Angels. The swords were equally useless, which is why we brought the Pale Men along in the first place. They aren't too keen on guns though. That is where WE came in. Now, as a whole, Proxies and other Cults tend to use... Small Arms. Civilian Grade weaponry. Easier to cover up, easier to move around and easier to get ahold of. But this doesn't mean we don't have access to military grade shit. A Proxy named Ares, who I will only say is a Colonel, supplied us with some VERY nice Military Grade assault weapons, armor, and explosives. Of course, I didn't bother with the armor.

So, while the Pale Men kept the Pirates busy, my Team made our way to the center of the Fort. Ran into THAT FUCKING DUMBASS NIGHTSCREAM along the way. Masquerading as a Zombie of all things. I saw it go back into where I knew Legba was. So naturally I followed.

This is where we ran into a problem. As I said last post, The Black Queen was with Legba. Now... I ran into her once before, in the Crumbling Castle, and I found out she was a Crafter. Which means I am basically a walking pile of Play-Doh to her. While in the Castle, she forced me to help her look for the Syringes, as well as do some humiliating "Dog Tricks." There was nothing stopping her from doing that again, and frankly, there is nothing I could have done to stop her. So my plan was simple. CHARGE IN. Lay ONE FUCKING FINGER on Legba and pray to Father that the Black Queen, if she is there, doesn't react in time.

She reacted in time.

Now. I am somewhat difficult to kill. NOT FOR A CRAFTER THOUGH. She was not playing around this time. My body began to literally tear itself apart... Azoth consuming Azoth, destroying my form and... Well. It was very, very unpleasant. Legba-light was right in front of me. Sitting nearly comatose as that Black PIMPLE that represents Redlight's Essence pulsated and writhed on his skull. His eyes were Amber now. I wonder if Redlight could see out of them yet... I confess though. Having those things stare at me while I MELTED was not a pleasant way to die.

I honestly think the Eyes were worse than the melting. Just because of what lurked behind them. You youngsters out there never met Redlight. You don't know what he was like. They called him the Devil for a time... And they were selling him short.

Nightscream finally went into action at this point. Practically disemboweling The Black Queen with it's Gauntlet. But before I could reshape myself and FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL... They had a plan in place if this happened. Black Queen had a detonator for some kind of explosive attached to Legba's body. Killed him and severed the link before I could reform.

The fucking BITCH.

At that point I decided that... If I could kill Redlight right now, I would at least get some pleasure from watching The Black Queen bleed to death. And she decided to GLOAT in my face about my failure. Pfft. There is always next time. She also tried spinning me a story about, of all things, my Parents. She told me that I was wrong to be blaming people for the Years of torture and hate and pain and misery I went through. She told me they were victims as much as I was. Victims of Samael. Which makes no sense whatsoever. I only ever found out about this entire mess by random CHANCE.

I figure she was just trying to confuse me or... Desperately try to turn me against my Masters and beloved dear old Dad. Dying has a way of making people desperate, I find.

But yeah. Mission Accomplished and all that. I would say we just have to wait until the next little problem arises... But I think it already has. Give me a couple days. I need to get a confirmation on this... But we seem to have one more Redlit Cultist to deal with. This one might be... Significantly more problematic than the Glutton or Legba. Wish me Luck my DEAR Friends.

28 comments:

  1. All my luck to you, you meaningless flake of shit.

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    1. Oh Sanna. You break my heart. You know. You should really be wondering why you are still alive. Ponder it. Consider everything... Make a decision instead of waiting around for your Mummified Master to wake up and give you orders.

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    2. "Mummified Master"? Um, who?

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    3. Bollox to that. He's my friend.

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    4. What?!?!?

      Does everyone think I'm like just a puppet for psychos?!?

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    5. Bill Coyote CipheriusOctober 3, 2013 at 6:45 AM

      Yup!

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    6. It's the mixture of being incredibly trusting and pretty much doing whatever the psycho of the week says.

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    7. I would prefer to leave TVTropes out of this entirely; it is irrelevant.

      I'm trusting? But with Morningstar I didn't have much of a choice... and I don't always do what psychos say. Bullshit.

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    8. Good point. You just pick incredibly bad father substitutes. On a level with proxies, kind of thing. And to be honest, you do most of what Kelevra says. Kelevra being bugnuts, you understand why people consider you to do what crazy people say.

      And the Tvtropes thing? An answer to yourquestion.

      Also, got some papers you'll probably find interesting. Send me an email to organise the drop.

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    9. I don't pick father substitutes... that's just some bullshit thing that pale lady said... it has to be. Please.

      Thanks; will do.

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    10. Sorry, but I won't lie to make this easier. You really kind of do pick people, put them on a pedastle. Model yourself after tgem, more than is really healthy. Make yourself hard and cold as they're hard and cold.

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    11. I cannot model myself. It just doesn't work.

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    12. Shhh.... relax dear. It'll be fine.

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  2. Ah, zombies. You ever considered that people could be controlled, could be zombies, without knowing it?

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    1. This isn't Magic, friend. This is Poison mixed with mind crushing terror of being locked in a buried box for a few days. The Zombies mind's are GONE. That is what makes them zombies. You can't have Sleeper Zombies. This isn't an infection.

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    2. Zombies was a poor choice of words. Puppets would be better. Controlled by external forces. Same as the 'zombies'.

      The attendants are controlling you. And if I wore that on a sandwich board I reckon I'd be invisible.

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    3. Thank You Captain Obvious. The Attendants are controlling me. Like we all didn't know that already. Did you know they wipe my mind every so often? I mean.. I assume they do. I don't actually know for sure, but you guys might. They try to keep it hidden as best as they care to, just in case we take offense to it.

      But it's just part of the job. I am merely their tool to be used as they see fit. It doesn't matter what they do, so long as it doesn't make me less effective.

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    4. Huh. So the perception filter's down?

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    5. No, he was probably just in the middle of being wiped or something.

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  3. So, what does this mean? Is he going to be temporarily held back? ~ C

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    1. Oh, and before I forget, Jack sends you his regards. ~ C

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    2. It means he has to find another suitable conduit... For all I know he already has one in mind. Especially if my guess is correct...

      Oh I am sure he does. I wish him luck finding a new host... I hear Dad might try to make it difficult for him.

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    3. I see, good luck stopping him.

      And, yes. He definitely is in search of a new host. The last one received too many bullet holes.

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