August 21, 2004
Drop it into hell

So…Sian is sitting there up against a Head Stone. She is so peaceful when she is dreaming. Not the pent up coil of PUNISHMENT that we have come to know and love.

I let her dream. I am feeling something of great pain coming from home, and soon it is over. The pain is replaced by a need to inflict guilt with a little hint of punishment. I’ll let Sain know about it when she comes to. But, back to the guilt, it grows in little ebbs. Something is very familiar about it.

Hmm…It reeks of Amacial.

What has he done now.

Ahhh…It’s not him but it is of him. Lust has been a naughty little girl, and not in the ways that she is used to being naughty. Her love anchor has killed herself because Macy would not help her. It is sad that she would disobey one of the laws and then treat her little strumpet of a Love Anchor so callously. I’ll have to send Macy a little note and let her know that Antioxidants are good for the skin when grieving.

Ahh…Sian is starting to stir, I’ll have to talk to one of the Spirits of the headstones. It does unnerve her so.

“Hello there head spirit, what have you been seeing lately”.

“Ach, not much. Just guarding the dead and making sure they are remembered”.

“That seems to be a very responsible task, how very fortunate for you”.

“Oh, good morning sleepy head, very nice to see that you got your beauty sleep”.

Before Sain had a chance to respond, Fungus showed up to tell us of its plan. It wants to drop Jotenhiem into hell. It sounded like a great plan to us and we were very willing to help. Now we only need to find some folks that would be willing to help us.

Posted by 13 at 05:28 PM Comments (0)
August 11, 2004
I Guilt you babe...

My Realm just keeps growing and growing. First E-Cards and now this.

Ahhh…it’s good to be guilt!

Posted by 13 at 08:52 AM Comments (0)
March 13, 2004
Mariska's diary

My Daughter’s doorway.

It has been an interesting twenty-four hours since I was last standing here.

The Noah question hopefully will be answered in a few minutes time. I have no idea who or what is in my Daughters apartment, but I have a suspicion that I’m not going to like what I find. The evidence, such as it is, is very odd. An entity that doesn’t scan, and who looks to have the ability to incapacitate an Excrucian that took several Nobles full attention to even slow down.

The Cabin-boy… the Excrucian that reeked of death and destruction reminded us that Pretty-boy was just the Cabin-Boy. This does not bode well for us. Our new job is to take care of these…things, and to deal with those that do business with them, and we are bunch schlemiel pisher’s running amuck without any kind of idea as to what to do. And yet, here’s Noah with the ability to take it out with just a cut knuckle to show for it. I was shot in my thigh by one of Spenders men because it was able to be me. It had enough of my knowledge to come to New York to threaten Ofra.

At this point I see a problem. Something that came up yesterday an know needs to be confronted. Noah. What is he. Is someone else’s Anchor. Is he a Noble. Or is he something like what we turned over to the Excrucian in the alley. Wouldn’t that just be lovely…After Christofer, my darling Daughter takes up with an Excrucian.

Yesterday was a one thing gone horribly wrong after another. Noah, pretty-boy escaping, the Watergate blight, and Pretty-boy’s fleeing first to the capital of Apathy and then to New York. All of it was very wrong. I’m going to have to deal with the outcomes of all of this for some time to come.

One of the up-sides was that I got to meet one of Conspiracy’s Anchors. Good to know. I got to spend some time with Donner in Washington D.C. before he need to take off and deal with some problem that his Familia need help with. Well, that and Pretty-Boy had managed to pull a fast one on Donner on the Mall when Donner shot him.

All in all, this has been a bit of a learning experience for not only me, but the Graf and Sian as well. We learned that there would be no education, no training and no forgiveness. We are Lord Entropy’s hate Anchors.

Posted by 13 at 02:42 PM Comments (0)
January 18, 2004
A Wiseguy's view of Dade

The only thing worse then having an ex-mother-in-law is have TWO ex-mothers-in-law using you to destroy each other. It was, as they say, an interesting day.

The day started normal enough; Mariska was on the rag about something and it involved Alejandro and the court house. She contacted me shortly after the court house dissolved into the ground. She was in quite the mood when she drug me out of the bar, and it did not improve when I got downtown.

We started off with some minor building destruction and then moved on to general destruction of blocks of buildings, and cars, and the streets. It was kind of fun, I hadn’t had this kind of rush since I killed that rat Furio Cardinellini back in New Jersey, or the time that I whacked the cop that Murdered my father, It was all good until something really odd happened. Mariska came into my mind to find out what was going on. I told her that she was standing right next to me.

This only made her angrier.

She told me that she was in New York City and that she was going to use me to stop the Excrusion. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…I was standing next to an Excrusion.

Let me say that the rush that one feels when two powerful beings use you as the conduit to destroy each other is with out compare. Better than any Heroin on the Market.

The battle ended when the Excrusion fled to Washington…Not a popular place with the Power of Guilt.

Posted by 13 at 01:00 PM Comments (0)
December 30, 2003
Dear Diary

It's me, Ofra again.

Two Days before Thanksgiving I made the decision to invite Mother up to the City to meet Noah. I wanted to show her that I could make good choices in men after the whole Chistofer debacle. I love Noah. He is the most wonderful man in the world.

Or at least I thought so. I’m so unsure. I had tried to get the point across to him that my Mother is the embodiment of EVIL. She has been known in the past to reduce my boyfriends into so much whimpering pudding. But she’ll like Noah. “Noah is Different” I thought.

Boy is he.

It the moment that my Mother crossed the threshold of my apartment, he went into “interview” mode, like he was applying for some sort of grant from the pits of Government hell. I kept trying to get his attention, to make him stop. My mother just stood there in that uncomfortable sponge-like way she has, taking it all in.

Stop it Noah. Stop it NOAH. Stop IT NOAH. STOP IT NOAH!

But he kept going on and on. I tried to get things moving by handing him his coat; didn't stop him. I grabbed my keys. Still going. Mother said that she would drive. It continued on the drive to the City. He went on and on about her car as I was crammed into the back seat of her Baby. I tried to tell her that it would be safer if I drove, but she insisted that nobody would DARE to mess with us or her car. She was able to goad some people into leaving a parking space that they were trying to fit an Escalade into. Noah praised her “Negotiating” ability.

When we got our table at Capsouto Frėres I could see Mother get The Look. The one where she looks as if she is taking your soul out for a quick once over, trying to find the nasty bits you thought you had hidden away. I’d tried to warn him.

But then it happened. Not the usual look of disdain that she has for all my friends, but one of curiosity. Shock, almost.

"Noah is different," I thought.

Posted by 13 at 03:05 PM Comments (1)
Review: Capsouto Frėres

A nice little Bistro in TriBeCa. Cozy and quite with a very helpful wait-staff who seem to be willing to bend over backward to please it’s guests. Service has only improved since I’ve been visiting it over the past week.

The atmosphere is perfect for an early evening Tate-a-tate, or for the most discriminating out of town guest. The tables are situated in such away as to allow the guests a sense of intimacy not seen in many restaurants. Parking is tight as with any place in TriBeCa.

We started with an impressive Provencal platter ($12 for two, $15 for four), loaded with lots of pretty food. We spread delectable duck-liver pate and bandade, a buttery salt cod and potato mousse, on bread rounds. We shared bites of transparently sliced apple salad and roasted pepper slivers.

-SNIP-

Our dessert choices included the apple tart tatin ($7). A tender crust topped by perfectly soft apples was set in a glorious butterscotch-y caramel sauce with whipped sweet cream. All apple pies should taste this good. We also gave thumbs up to a smooth Pernod and lemon-thyme creme brulee ($7) with a tinge of licorice under a crunchy candy layer.

Posted by 13 at 03:03 PM Comments (0)
Case Record: 114.1.25

Doctor: Niemi
Subject: C.J.B. Spender
Location: Dade Office


The Subject presents signs of severe distrust, paranoia and delusions of grandeur. The subject also shows signs of an acute oral fixation.

Topic: Follow up of previous consultation.

Subject did show sign’s of delight in finding out an important fact in the “Higher Power’s” make up. He would not share this info with me, saying it was his trump card for future use. He informed me that this had something to do with items found on the Island but refused to elaborate. The subject is weary, and not subject to hypnosis, or mind-altering drugs. Must find other way’s of prying this information out of him.

The Subject revealed that he got to observe one of the Family members of the “Higher Power”. He has advised me of the need to be diligent in the destruction of all fungi and molds. Must pick up some “products” on way home.

Subject stated that he had new tidbits to torment Skinner and Scully with. Seems smug beyond anything previously witnessed.

The Subject is not very hopeful on short-term outcome. He seems to feel that everything could go very badly for all concerned with in the week if his “gut feeling” is correct.

The Subject did say that the trip home was very uneventful. Except for an interview with some pervy writer named Hank Dziennik out of Chicago that he was listening to on the Radio. He loved listening to the man’s life become a train wreck over the course of the hour. He’s pondering looking in to why this was such big impact in the World at large.

Posted by 13 at 03:01 PM Comments (0)
November 23, 2003
Case Record: 114.1.23

Doctor: Niemi
Subject: C.J.B. Spender
Location: Dade Office

The Subject presents signs of severe distrust, paranoia and delusions of grandeur. The subject also shows signs of an acute oral fixation.

Topic:

Subject was recommended to us by a higher order. The subject was manifesting paranoia by suggesting that this was some sort of punishment for a recent incident at sea.

His story suggests that he may have a bit of a persecution complex as well. The subject claims that he was sent on a secret mission by the Power of Guilt (The power that makes the World go ‘round) to locate the source of some sort of super weapons. The fantastic claim that these were located in the Bermuda triangle of all places makes one wonder about the subjects over all mental satiability. The fact that the subject makes all sorts of claims with complete seriousness is quite unnerving. The subject in the past has claimed to be helping Aliens from outer space try and take over the world, and to be working with a secret arm of the FBI leads us to want to up his medication. He also claims to be involved in the recent Blue Angel “sightings”.

The Subjects tale of his Visit to the B.T. continues in this vain. The story he been written down without alliteration.

His narrative started with the Claim that he was brought to an Island by the DD 991 Fife to investigate an illegal weapons transfer. When the DD 991 reached the location in question he had ordered an advanced party (Encounter Team Able) to be sent out to investigate. They soon lost communication with the advance party. Another party (Encounter Team Baker) was formed up and he would be leaded this one. While the ship had been surrounded by gale force winds the Zodiac that the Encounter Team soon found themselves in calm sea’s and tropical clime. This did not seem to faze the Subject, and (see earlier C.R.’s 114.1.6, 114.1.16, & 114.1.18 dealing with Alien’s, & Agents Mulder and Scully) he went on to attempt the cover up Encounter Team Abel’s survival. He sent out Encounter Team Baker to reconnoiter the area and find out what was going on. Meanwhile the Subject claims that “the” higher power “guided” him to an area that had human habitation. At this new location the subject claims to have met three human like suspects and an extinct animal. The encounter with the extinct animal did not seem to alarm the Subject (again see C.R.’s 114.1.6). At this point he Claims to have summoned the “Higher” power to his location to meet with the three Humans. This part of the narrative seemed to fill the subject with a high degree of satisfaction.

Posted by 13 at 09:44 AM Comments (0)
From the Desk of Kimi

Memo to Dr. Niemi

While you were:

Out of the office*
In a meeting
With a Client
At the Hospital
At the Radio Station


Your Friday meeting with Ms. Mariska Marinovich has been cancelled. She is going to be in New Jersey meeting her Daughter Ofra’s new Boyfriend.

Posted by 13 at 09:38 AM Comments (2)
August 02, 2003
Guilty Pleasures - 5.5

June's rite went off a little unexpectedly. The memories came back in a flood of pain and despair. As my mind was trying to assimilate all of the bits of my former self into my present self I focused on small refections as they roared by.

One of the memories was of Amaciel teaching me a rite of guilt. Sadly I wasn't all that pleased to be involved. It was a rite that Amaciel and one of my predecessors had come up with. One of the goody-two shoe's type's. The one's that were very concerned about "making people better" because they "learned from there mistakes". I can barely get the taste out of my mouth at that thought.

No this rite that were preforming was to see if the accused was actually guilty of the crime. Depending on how it went Sian would be brought in to provide her little contribution. Sian..another do-gooder. I wish that she could see my point of view. While we agree on some aspects of our Domains we cannot reconcile our reason's for doing so.

Hmmm. The rite is going along nicely. Amaciel is in his small dragon/snake form as we continue with the rite. He has shocked me in the past with things that he has said. I get the feeling that this provides him with a form of entertainment. But this time he tells me something of a riddle. It started with a simple enough question.

-So Mariska, What do you think about the Chancel?

I told him that I was happy with my part of it, and with the two Anchor's that I had pinned down, but I could see room for improvement.

-Ahhh. Yes the Evil Guilt's and the Wild Guilt's always seem to feel that way. Not so much the Good Guilt's they always seem to have a much easier time of it. But don't worry, you will find some sort of equilibrium. They will come to love you.

This statement has always bothered me. Did he mean my fellow inmates in the Chancel, or perhaps he meant my anchors? I have no real desire to have my Anchors "love" me. On the contrary, I wish them to feel there wrongness and embrace it. To wrap it around them and cause bitterness, pain, and loss throughout Earth.

The next memory flits by.

This one is more recent.

This one is not of guilt per se.

More of Hubris.

Hubris, the pleasantly sweet precursor or a hors d'oeuvre to/of Guilt.

Delicious.

It is from the mind of that Bastard Christopher. It is a vision from our Chancel...shortly after all of us had fled. He is listening to the Bronzeman, Czerny, P. Friendship, P. Loyalty, and the P. Jealousy. They are talking about the huge sword that the Bronzeman is carrying (compensate much). He is in the Glorious state of Hubris. You got to love him for that. He has no real imagination. he is as inflexible as his make-up. In his mind, there is only the box. He and that poor dear Sian would get along well I think...if the situation was different and all.

The conversation turns to the sword. The sword the "wronged party" is using against Amaciel. to destroy him and draw off his power. But the bronzeman makes a statement that sticks with me. He says that none of the swords could be used to hurt the other Chancels. He can't see that the only real thing that could be used to hurt the Chancel of the "Wronged Party" is a sword just like it. It has never happened, so it can never happen. Talk about denial. I think that I should get my couch warmed up for that one, he needs it.

When we all come to we have a meeting of the minds. We all share our newly acquired knowledge to better understand our situation. June, Sian and I performed the Rite of the Guilty Party and we saw a sword. A sword just like the one the Bronzman had. After much discussion we have come to a disagreement. Sian and I have come to the same conclusion from different directions. Though Sian seem to feel that Amaciel is in need of punishment.

June created a delayed rite to detect the sword in question. I put mine in a pot and put it in my window.

The next day a bit of oddness.

Ife came by. She want to see wanted to see me. As we walked back to my office she engaged me in small talk...mostly trying to find out what was going on. When we got back to the office the Damnable heat was set on roast again. I pardoned my self, grabbed a 5 pound sledgehammer and started to pound the radiator. The stupid super for this building is going to hear it from my again.

Ife walked over to the window, unnoticed by her the flower began to bloom. She had the sword on her. She is the TRAITOR.

-Ife love, please keep perfectly still and don't do anything sudden.

She did not heed this advice. I yelled for Christopher, and she attacked me. It was battle to the death. I could feel her guilt welling up to caress me.

Tasty.

Things were not going well on my end as Ife had managed to get the room and the Gargoyles to either attack me or ignore me. The Bastards will pay for this.

I started to yell for the only fighting type currently in the Chancel...Sparky. DONNER THE DAMN FLOWER IS BLOOMING GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME.

Ife called for her brother the Bronzeman.

Bitch.

The room calmed down and calmer heads decided to let the Bronzeman and Ife leave. The bronzeman told us he would look in to our claims.

Fat chance I thought as I saw the two of them back out of the Chancel.

Posted by 13 at 02:27 PM Comments (0)
July 03, 2003
Guilty Pleasures - Session 3

I have emptied my bottle of Scotch, Luckily for us "Reality" has arrived. I am not sure if the WHORE has picked up on this subtle bit of irony yet.

I talked to Hank about being better prepared in the Future. It didn't improve Hank's hospitality, but I did feel better

Electro-boy seems to be a bit over amped right now, and is just throwing out all sorts of ideas…mostly about guns. Getting guns, Buying guns, and of course, using guns. And I thought that Latex-girl had a Phallic/gun fetish.

Reality, who introduces herself to us as June, has come over to sit with Fungus and myself. June starts to talk to me about the Chancel. I know that this word Chancel. Or maybe it is more of a concept. June begins to explain to me that the Chancel is our real Home. She goes on about something called the "mythic Realm", and that I am the only one that can see the "Heart". Again, none of this makes any sense, but I feel that it is correct. Something in me is reaching out to a great unknown.

June spends several minutes with me to try and get me to focus on the Chancel while the others have a date with death (and me with nothing to wear…).

Shortly after the other Hog-tie death, I am able to start "feeling" the Chancel. It is safe, damaged, but safe. The Heart is undisturbed, though a statue of some sort has fallen over. I continue on in my search of this bizarre dreamscape and find that it is empty of attackers. Electro-boy is puzzled by this bit of info, but happy. Must work on that. It would have been better if he had ended up Puzzled and depressed.

While I was out, the others have decided on a road trip to the big easy. Somehow I think that this was just some sort of a clever ruse on the WHORE's part to increase her bead collection.

The trip was uneventful over all, but I was able to convince a local Police officer to take better care of his "Yard Children".

Sigh…You do what you can to bring a little gloom into other's lives.

Posted by 13 at 01:01 PM Comments (0)
June 19, 2003
Guilty pleasures - session 2

Hmmm, today must be fat-naked-drunken-man-day. Really that is all there is to say about it. Well, not really all, but I feel that you may not be up to hearing about all of it.

For some reason the Soup Kitchen faded away and a shabby room appeared. In it stood a man in a pair of drawer's that had seen better day's...about a decade ago, and the room reeked of sex.

The Man introduced himself as Hank…and he handed me a bottle of Scotch. The Label said Talisker 25 years. I pulled out the cork and partook. Smooth, and nicely aged.

The Hank told me several things, after I asked him to look in to this bleeding thing that was going on. He rambled on about somebody named June, God people, Donner, Lust, Sian, and Death. Nun of this made any sense. He then told that he had great legs and that I should appreciate them. I did not, and told him to put on some pants. I also asked him about the "Bronzeman"…nothing.

We moved to the roof. And by we, I mean Hank the two women that he had been having sex with and a whole bunch of Hippies.

The next bit of entertainment was Hank and the Hippies putting Hank's holy collection drawers on their heads and dancing around. Soon a person that Hank calls Donner appears and soon leaves. Really bad grunting on Hanks part brought forth A stunningly beautiful young lady in Latex with a gun in her hand. He calls her Sian. She must have been cold, poor thing, and I told Hank to get her some clothes. He looked perplexed.

This was some very good Scotch that Hank had given me.

During the conversation between Sian and Hank I find out that I have a Hank of two of my own. How utterly wunderful for me.

Things kind of blanked out for a while.

The Hank passed out mushrooms to the woman in Latex and the Hippies. I watched with some amusement as they soon thought that they could fly. I tried to talk reason into them by asking them what their mothers would think of their behavior. This brought a rebuke from Hank and lots of crying from the Hippies. I was feeling pretty good right now.

I have a death grip on my bottle and nobody tries to hard to take it away from me. This is a good thing.

After a short while the Donner person returns with a lovely young lady whose mother must be completely ashamed of her. WHORE kept leaping from deep with in my mind, I forced it back with some more scotch. But her name turns out to be Macy...you know like the Store.

Yada, Yada, Yada, Chancel. Yada, Yada, Yada, Yada, Chancel.

For some reason Chancel seemed to be ringing a bell deep in the back of my head. It was the only thing that made sense so far to day. I must ask the fashion challenged lump of a woman sitting next me what that word is.

Posted by 13 at 03:41 PM Comments (0)
May 21, 2003
Guilty pleasures - 1

Something smells like crap….

Where the hell am I?

Why am I dressed in polyester?

Quit looking at me ya big dumb mook…

The horrible smell seems to be coming from that steam table over there.

I'll give you something to eyeball you greasy, shabby-clothes-wearin' looser…

Hmmm…I am feeling a bit hungry…might as well get in line. At least that what I think that the pain in my stomach means.

(Pretty colors, flashing visions, a lot of people I do not know, knife coming at me, WHO THE HECK AM I ANY WAY?)

When I get to the head of the line the server only gives me a bit of broth…That is not at all expectable.

"Honey…could you see fit to give me some of the meat and vegetable's instead of just broth"

"Ma'am are you all right?"

"Mostly sweetie…I just would like something more then just hot water"

"Ummm yeah we can do that for you… but no…I mean you are bleeding…right there on your side"

"No honey I'm fine…it just stings a little…"

"Here…Here is a nice chair and A bowl of soup with meat n' Veggies, and I'll go and get a Doctor for you"

"Thanks Sweetie…you are a Dear"

(Instant of pain, Men with Badges…symbols…something on their chests)

"Honey Before you leave, could you get me a pen and a scrap of paper…if it isn't to much trouble…"

"Oh sure…no problem…here you go"

"Thanks"

I sketch out what I had seen. I didn't recognize it…heck I don't think that I would recognize myself right now. When the girl returned I showed her the sketch and asked her if she knew what the symbol might be.

"Nope, no idea…why?"

"Oh nothing to trouble your head about…just something I saw this morning and I still don't know what it was about"

She turned away and the sketch flashed and started to glow. Odd, scary, and in the back of my mind somewhat reassuring.

"Who are you?" the sketch bellowed "What do you want?"

"Ummm…nothing really…do you know who I am? And for that matter who are you?

"I am the BRONZEMAN (followed by a long string of gobbledygook), Where are you?"

"I'm eating some lovely soup, and you?" As I said that I took the paper and started to tear it through the symbol…There was some resistance when I got to it "Wait…STOP…don't do tha….." silence.

After a few the doctor arrived and looked over my wound and said something about an Ambulance….Tingly….hmmm….everything is tingly….

Posted by 13 at 01:24 PM Comments (6)
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