Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Whispers Death and Hold you Dear.

So... I've been sick. Sick and injured in fact.

Have you ever talked with the Rake by the pale moonlight? Its a terrible fucking idea. Seriously, don't do that.

I wandered out into Maenad territory to prove to myself there was no rake anymore. I wanted it to be true. I wanted that hideous mutt to be gone for good. But It wasn't. I found myself face to face with it, surrounded by a pack of its little ferallings.  They walked in a circle around us. Some of them had weapons and were pacing around us on two feet... some of them were looking a little less then human. Like little rakes, malting and paling with varying amounts of patches of hair still left on their disgusting scalps. The sight of them was enough to make me nauseous but the Feral Beast himself... I lost my dinner... and lunch... breakfast... probably a few meals earlier than that.

It snickered and smiled wide for a moment. I thought it might be opening wide to gobble me up... but it just stopped at a smile-like... thing... thank god.

"Hello Fracture~... what brings you to my neck of the wood. Tired of living already?"

"Just... needed to prove something to myself... I was wrong. Now I'm going home."

I went to step home... but I found I hadn't gone anywhere. I tried again.... nothing... my door... it wasn't there...

"Daww... Whats wrong kitten? Can't leave? Don't act so surprised. I can't have you leaving yet. I need you to stay a moment and listen to me so you can pass a little message on to your master."

And then it pinned me to the floor. I felt it run its claw down my back... then I felt them dig in and pull at a my flesh.

"I-I will! I-I WILL!" I screamed, pained in fright at the sensation of those horrible... claw... things.

"Yes... smart... wise. What a good kitten. Your screams should send quite a message... your corpse will leave quite a statement."

All I could respond with was more screaming as it started to actually cut into me.

"Whats wrong?! Aren't you happy?! You know the truth. I'm still alive. The pursuit of knowledge is so noble isn't it?! I'm so happy I could give you such a valuable gift in your final moment! Do you like it?! Don't you love it?!"

That's when there was a yelp loud gunshot. Followed by a yelp and growls all around us. The rake stopped. I looked around to find a Feralling dead and bleeding against a tree. Another shot and another one went down. Mist of blood... snips had finally decided the situation had turned bad. The Ferallings all moved to cover.

The Rake tore down my back again watching curiously for a response. Another shot. A furious savage cry was let out from over me. The beast flipped me so I could see my demise and the closing bullet wound that had pieced through its.

"This isn't fun anymore. I don't care for guest. Misery loves company and I'll have none of that!"

I started screaming as its mouth started to open wide. Not to smile this time. Wider. Wide enough to take my head off with a bite.
"SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR MASTER AND YOUR LITTLE PETS. THERE WILL BE NO VAHALLA FOR YOU. JUST MY PERSONAL HELL WHERE I CAN HAVE AS MUCH FUN WITH YOU AS I WANT."

That horrible voice... booming in my head.
Then suddenly a fire bust our in a ring around us. I heard all the Ferallings start yelping and retreating. Even the rake leaped out and off of me and stared confused as to what just happened. For all its kunning and savageness... it was still an animal at heart. Still a victim of one of the most primal and simple fears... fire.

Its mouth closed. It glared.

"Next time kitten. Don't forget to pass that message along. Hahaha."

And then it left... I tried to step again... found I had landed on something soft... passed out. Woke up in my bed. Sick and injured.

Couldn't move much. Had Sloth read and type some comments for me... but apparently I got delirious. Had to stop all together.

I shouldn't have listened to her.

I should have believed what I saw with my own eyes. I didn't need to prove anything... I knew better... I checked anyways....

And apparently a few things have gone to shit in my absence.

One of the runners I'm responsible for got swamped by a different fear... I should have saw the signs.

And Picasso apparently found and destroyed a valuable archive library that had a Archivist collecting invaluable data about how fear cults war and interact.... a fucking travesty.

I'm gonna see if I can't manage to get up off my feet and deal with this shit...

Fracture out.

68 comments:

  1. That was the stupidest idea I have seen.

    I can understand being sure, but there should be less lethal ways to check.

    Your Universe May Vary, in all things.

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    1. The only way to know it, is to go and show it~!

      I had to know.

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    2. Well, at least you're still alive.

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    3. Yes. At least there is that. I have no intention of being taken down by a feral savage.

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  2. My friend, I'm sorry about what happened to you but that was a terrible, awful idea.

    Side note: ever seen a Maenad that Oathbreakers have experimented on? It's not a pretty sight.

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    1. I have seen that, in fact. Maenads already look disease riddled. The very notion of their existence means you have to be extra careful when handling them.

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    2. Aye. So in full knowledge of this, you went out looking for them.

      I'm sure you know this but you're a lucky son of a bitch to still be here. Stay safe.

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    3. We'll, I didn't really play with the Maenads.

      Big Papa Rake pounced me personally.

      So I fortunately did not have to worry about catching anything from the Maenads. Although, I should count myself lucky I don't look a lot more like them now with how many cuts it dug into me.

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    4. I hope you've learned something from this.

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    5. I hope others learned more.

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  3. I told everyone the Rake wasn't dead. And NO ONE LISTENED. Seriously. I ran from the damn thing just like... A Week Ago.

    Eh... Glad to hear you are alright Lord Guardian Cuddles. Wouldn't know what to do with myself if my favorite cat got eaten by the neighborhood dog.

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    1. I didn't believe it ether... I wanted to but I know when something is to good to be true...

      Glad to hear you care Dr. Corpsestar. I'll be sure to pass that notion on to proxies that helped pull me out of there.

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  4. Hi!

    Huh. Sorry you almost got chewed up. Or am I supposed to be not sorry? I'll have to check. ;D
    But I think the not-dying is a sorta existential thingie. Oh well! [shrug]

    I guess I can't have you over for tea for a while.

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    1. Uh... Hi... person?

      I like to think my continued existence is better for everyone... but that could be my shameless pride burning though.

      And yes. I would certainly say not dying relates to, or deals with existence. Most things do.

      No tea for you.

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    2. I understand that you are new here.. The Contessa? I do hope that you have a name. Regardless, let us be clear on something. I am the who offers tea around here.

      Speaking of which Mr. Fracture, I recommend drinking some Lemongrass or Tulsi tea to assist you in your recovery.

      -The Grigori

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    3. You hope I have a name...? What's that supposed to mean?

      And I don't offer tea, I have people over for tea! :D
      ...only I haven't had anyone over, in a while... D:

      You could come, though. If you wanted. :D

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    4. I prefer to refer to a person by a name. Mr. or Ms.The Contessa just sounds rather odd. Wouldn't you agree?

      ...Perhaps I will accept your invitation.

      -The Grigori

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    5. Eeeeeeeee, thank you thank you! I can't wait until you're here!
      (And I agree. That's why I'm not Ms The Contessa. I'm the Contessa!)

      Um... I think there is one little pesky thing keeping you from visiting, though...

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    6. Oh? And what would that be?

      - The Grigori

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    7. Well, you're not dead yet! But I'm sure you can easily fix that on your own. :D{-<

      I'll look forward to you coming!

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  5. I should be sympathizing with you and telling you how much that sucks, but unfortunately I am unable to stop smiling at the thought of seeing the egotistical twat that you are, lying on ground, howling in pain and crying like a little bitch.

    Toodles!

    -Raggedy

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    1. I don't understand where people keep getting this notion that I'm egotistical. Its weird. I get hurt a lot. I put myself in that situation. Just read through the Duckie archive. I didn't need to be there in person for any of that. I have people that could have handled that.

      But that aside, you probably shouldn't feel sorry for me anyways. Because I don't fucking know. Like... at all. This is most we've ever talked. Even in comments.

      - The Extremely Humble Dance Master Lord Guardian and Savior to All, Fracture.

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    2. There's just something about the way that you hold yourself that just pisses me off.

      -Literal Lord of the Flies and Don of the sparrows, Raggedy

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  6. You have to be more careful than that, you bastard.

    ~

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    1. I thought I had the situation under control. I was so wrong. Sorry if I worried you.

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  7. So Mr. Stabby IS alive, no wonder why Maenad's suddenly got all organized again, darn, complicates things, but oh well.

    Also, it is lovely reading how you were groveling in the dirt, practically begging him not to kill you, for some reason I always loved it when Classy fellows get cut down a notch.

    Thank you for publishing this, made my night.

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    1. Its funny to think of them as 'Organized' but I suppose they do keep a handful of higher functioning individuals.

      I don't see why you think I've been cut down a notch. I'm still as fabulous and classy as I've ever been. Not my fault I'm surrounded by savages and monsters. No offense.

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    2. Non taken, In fact, I take it as a compliment.

      And what I meant by being cut down is, that such a classy guy like you gets to grovel in the dirt, practically begging for his life even for a couple of seconds. The reason why I found it so amusing, is that I see all your comments on other blogs and in them you seem like a rather cocky guy, which I'm sure you aren't, it's just how you appear to me in the comments and then suddenly this cocky fellow is down on the ground.

      Probably wrong terminology on my part, the "Cut down" part I mean, I'm sure there is another word, or sentence for it, I just don't know of it.

      But tis doesn't matter, I still like you and still am happy that you're alive, simply because, with you're death, things would get significantly boring.

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    3. With my death would come the end of all I hold dear. I dare not die.

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  8. ...Well, welcome back, I guess.

    Nice to see you're not dead, Cat.

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    1. Would you STOP with fucking nicknames?!

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    2. For the love of...

      Do NOT call me Gabriella, or any variant there-of. You can call me "Rosebud" for all I care!

      NOT Gabriella. I will find you and I will SHOOT you.

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    3. What's wrong with it? I think Gabriella is a very pretty name. It's prettier than my full name.

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    4. *sighs* Just...freaking...LEAVE IT.

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    5. Well perhaps if you explained why, we'd all be more inclined to understand and comply with your wishes.

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  9. Hmvv. You're not a violent proxy. So what to do, what to do...

    I will eat your parrot. Not a euphemism. If you have a pet that happens to be a parrot, I'm going to eat it. With its crackers and seeds as desert.

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    1. "Desert". Like the Sahara, or the Gobi, or Antarctica, or the Great Victoria Desert?

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    2. Dude, if you find a bird within a mile of me, I welcome you to destroy that son of a bitch in as violent a fashion as you can fucking imagine. Seriously. Kill them.

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    3. Eh?

      You got something against birds, pal?

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    4. Hmm... lets put this delicately... I don't want to come off as bigoted or hateful. I am a reasonable and well adjusted individual after all and as such I must set an example for my peers.

      So here goes.
      FUCK BIRDS.

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    5. Ew. You seriously want to do that?

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    6. Did a bird run off with your high school sweetheart? Are you not a Hitchcock fan? Do you really hate the Convocation?

      No, seriously, I'll never pass up an opportunity to know why someone hates birds.

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    7. I killed one once as part of a deal and they have never forgiven me. If I stay outside to long they come in droves.

      I live in fucking loops to get away from them. My mask is fucking cat themed to try to scare them. Where it that the world could survive such an extreme act, I would set the sky on fire to be rid of them for good.

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    8. . . . Please tell me you're talking about the Convocation.

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    9. I can neither confirm or deny.

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    10. Have you tried a sonic repeller?

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    11. Oh, and you could be mistaken. Birds don't seek revenge for their ilk. In fact, birds kill other birds; you don't see starlings planning to beat the shit out of buzzards and falcons. As for them coming in flocks, well they live in flocks so that's not out of the ordinary, and they probably don't care about you. In fact, they care so little about you, that the worst thing that could happen is them shitting on your car.

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    12. They want my eyes. They seek my skin. They'll claim my skull to avenge their kin.

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    13. No, really, trust me, it's OK, and it's not your fault you're afraid of birds, but believe me when I say they won't hurt you. (Barring the Convocation.) And in the VERY UNLIKELY even that a bird does hurt you, I'll take the bird and release it somewhere very far away, like another continent.

      Birds are busy with their nests and watching out for predators. They have no time to seek revenge. Even if they did, there are plenty of people who have killed fucktonnes more birds that you. Next, smaller birds only have a memory span of a few years. Larger birds like parrots remember much more, but mostly mundane phrases, places and toilet-training.

      Perhaps you should start looking at pictures of baby penguins. Penguins are the most charming of birds.

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    14. Penguins may be the classiest of birds but they're still birds and thus vermin and as a result of which, must also face the flame.

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    15. There. Very good, and I agree. Penguins are classiest. A breakthrough. You've said something mildly positive about a bird. Keep going. Otherwise they'll have something to use against you in Room 101.

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    16. Fuck birds. They're filthy disgusting creatures. I don't how nice their little tuxedo bodies look. Those suits are made of feather fucking filth. They deserve death.

      What the fuck is room 101?

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    17. I mean whatever real-life equivalent there is of Room 101. Have you ever read a book called 1984 by George Orwell? In Room 101, the Ministry of Love presents you with your worst fear. In Winston's case, rats. They make the cage in such a way that the only way out for the rats is to eat through Winston's face.

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    18. Oh. Greatest fear thing... I think real-life equivalent to that might be a pantheon of killer monster gods... or this other thing that's incredibly classified.

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    19. Well, like, theoretically, if you were tortured by a servant of the Convocation, wouldn't you want to be able to look their seagulls in the eye and tell them to bugger off?

      What other thing that's incredibly classified?

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    20. I usually fire blindly at them and then leave.

      And I'm afraid its classified. Incredibly so.

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    21. Why is everything I want to know classified?

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    22. Because you're nosy, I would assume.

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    23. The term Kelevra uses is "curious little minx", but I guess "nosy" covers it too.

      Hang on. Let me guess. An encapsulation of everything I fear... so is it a One Direction concert?

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    24. Good thing I'm not Kelevra. My name if far more ridiculous. Nothing short of it would do.

      And no. Although, duly noted.

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    25. Oh shit no. Torturing me with What Makes You Beautiful is seriously evil shit. It's like me torturing you with Surfin' Bird. Which I'm going to do now, just because you noted that. BIRD BIRD BIRD, B-BIRD'S THE WORD.

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