Broken Sight: Journal of my time at the College..or the Bngc

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" First day on the sept, which oddly enough is kinda in the woods sure....but there's a college here too. Interesting to say the least. Oh god it was so much fun. SO many interesting faces, and so many questions! A load of people answered me quite genuinely, I found this odd, though extremely informative. The caern is very odd. VERY odd. From out in the city, to the woods, centered under a building named Odegard. There were people watching movies upstairs, but people just kind of hand-waved my comments away. Oh well, I enjoyed the few minutes of Indiana Jones I'd gotten to watch during introductions.

It has also come to my attention that my packmates dislike the fact that I'm using my character sheet when I get stagefright. People put me on the spot so suddenly, it's hard to respond in a quite and informative matter. Besides, why remember things when I have plenty of room to write in my little handbook. I met the ST's, our Totem more formally introduced himself, and I watched people make weird throwing motions at eachother that generally involved rock paper scissors. I was asked my purebreed level, that was the funniest. I didn't know how to respond. I had to look at my character sheet and put up five fingers. People didn't quite understand me when I asked them why they were asking about my dots. Did they know about them too? Hell, I'm not sure if they do or don't. Either way, it was fun.

Nothing really eventful happened. Being the Zeta is what I'm generally used to, just because of luck I guess. Twists-The-Knife got the living crap beat out of him pretty much all night. Last is very much a harsh, though loving alpha. It was another night of informative detail. Frankly, these past three months have been extremely informative, and I feel I'm getting closer to that all important quest. It'll be starting soon, I can feel it. I WILL READ THEIR SHEETS. I brought this upto Athena-Fire-and-Snow. She took my sheet the wrong way! Immediately she jumped to a weird thought! I'd brought up that my sheet had everything on me! Hers had all her info too, but she wouldn't show me. Then she insinuated that my character sheet had all my measurements, bust size, and other rather personal and mildly sexualy hinted at values. I found this funny..I'll have to make her understand it's nothing like that, and that it's literally what we're capable of, Made real like a book. Troubling, only Suzy would agree with me about what I was talking about.

I did nearly have a bit of a freakout episode when the Grand Elder, Alexander, showed me the teeth he'd removed to make fire-teeth. I nearly freaked on the spot. Such beautiful sharp teeth just plucked and removed, held out to me in example as if to show off. It was taunting! TAUNTING! God how I wanted to ask for them. Though, I knew they were important, I just wanted to lash out and run away with the pearly white and blood stained teeth, add them to my collection. Which reminds me, I need to remind my pack till they fully remember, to hit people in the jaw as much as they can if the time calls for it. If a tooth is knocked loose, I'll go practically bonkers for it, they've no idea.

Lastly, I kind of felt jealous of all the attention that Twists was getting. I felt that itch peak and I eventually just had to ask after I watched him get wailed on. I asked to get in on the action. I wanted to get hit too. Twists kinda looked at me funny, so did Last. Eventually Twists just backhanded me. God I needed that...then he got hit again by lasts. It made me laugh a bit, but I just kinda sat there dazed as I enjoyed myself. Good enough, I was happy. Looks like it's going to be good times ahead! I can't wait.

Oh wait...almost forgot. The fucking windows. I can't break them. WHY CAN'T I BREAK THEM?! It pissed me off to no end that there's cardboard pose-cutouts, and A Sega next to a Super Nintendo taunting me just a few feet away from my vision. Protected by what I can only assume is the Weaver's example of technological tantalization.

Okay, for real now. I'll write another log next week! We'll see what happens!"

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    10/5/2013

    Lovey! This weekend as even better, hard to believe isn't it? Ahh, I had a good talk with a few individuals who honestly seemed a bit more inclined to answer me on a more direct basis. Things started off with our pow-wow before we enter the cairne proper. Then the roll off. I laughed when me and Twists both rolled 3's, and I just grinned. I knew what was coming. I pushed my glasses up, rolled again. BAM. He sulked. I rolled a 6, poor guy rolled a one.

    So luck's not his thing, I found that out. Then I sat the pack down again, still haven't entered the cairne. People are getting impatient I guess, but I had to do it. I calmed myself, sat down in the field we were in, and waited, hands on my knees, cross legged. Patient, observing. Of course, I got distracted a few times. Some people in darker clothing, top hats, canes and things came to say hi to my friends...I guess they were my friends? No. Pack-mates, that's right, totally where I was going.  In either case, I completely almost lost my concentration, but I did my best to keep focused. Then the glass door opened and I saw the gym room...basketball bleachers and a court. Interesting to say the leas- NO! No. Keep. Focused. I closed my eyes but I could still hear the things whizzing about around us talking and chatting, going into and out of the door. Eventually, it came to me. With the Guidance of Suzy, I had a vision. The patterns, the animals, the trees and the wind, it all fluttered past my view, grass shook, prey ran. It took me a moment to puzzle these things, but I knew what they were.

    Something was going to happen. An event, not a faire, or a carnival, not a concert, but an attack. Yes. By what, I didn't know. I knew when it would take place, but I didn't at the same time. Gaia would guide me. Time passed, we cavorted around the cairne, tried our best to find some individuals to sap informati- I mean, sorry. To have conversation with, and eventually things came together perfectly. Mid conversation with the warder...Which funnily enough, ended on a noted discussion of bondage do's and don't's with Garou or kinfolk situations. It was time. Swiftly, we rushed out past the bawn, parked ourselves and actived a few things, Suzy once again Our Alpha of amazingness today, gave us the boost we needed, knowledge that the body could use. Prepped, ready...we waited. We saw two at first....then three...I checked to make sure they were what we thought they were. I smelled the air...there's...four of them. Four! One's some sort of Gaseous shadow! INTERESTING! I'll have to keep note of that.

    Combat broke out with the spark of a match. Well, more like Suzy snapping her fingers to turn the air around the shadow into fire. It fled a little bit. Me and Last launched ourselves at the two on the ground, and just tore their heads from their shoulders. One dusted immediately, Vampires! TEETH! I scavenged the pile of ash for a moment before I realized the other one was just decaying! I ran over to get teeth, but they crumpled in my grip as it melted. DAMNED. Another one fell out of the tree. It started decaying. I practically POUNCED on it. I NEEDED THESE! YES! My first vampire teeth! I'm starting a WHOLE new category in my collection. Easily I yanked them out best I could, the fangs were the best part, but over-all, quite the lucky break. The last shadowy-gas one fell to the ground, apparently feeling remorse for something, before it was set ablaze, and dusted. We grabbed some info, pieced things together. They were hunting for were-wolves! Ahhh...interesting! Now that's something else! Vampires hunting werewolves? I thought it was the other way around. In either case, this shit was rough. REALLY rough.

    We reported back with our proof and findings, a car, some implements of destruction they were carrying. The usual. Then were tasked with something else. An investigation. Suzy informed us of something the Warder had handed to us, and so we were off to properly discover and find out what we needed to. Entering the Hall of Heroes, we thankfully had to just sit down and examine the scene and puzzle things out. I caught about sixty-five percent of it. We basically found that Minotaur was trying to defame or rather, get rid of, the part of Sorrows-Bane's triumphant defeat of him. He wanted penance for not being able to defeat Sorrow's-Bane before he could die. So I guess our pack's judgement was to take the story and just spread it out. According to Twists it was going to go " Viral" and then it couldn't be forgotten or some such. I'm not really computer savvy enough to know.

    Time presses on, and the rest of the night was very calm, relaxing. Wait. No it wasn't. First, we tried to present our findings to the Warder, who was interrupted by someone else. Rude. Lasts wanted to challenge him for this rudeness, and the individual eventually agreed after a short time. They had their stare-down. Of course, Lasts won, and then followed a pleasant conversation. It wasn't...not completely anyways. The individual was a red-talon, and frankly, his comments about our Pack-leader being a stargazer...being a joke, and then saying he meant no offense by it? Trying to cover the insult's tracks. I flared in anger, but I help myself. I told him I was fine, no worries. Everything's okay. Conversation carried. I watched in awe as he pulled out his sheet. That delicate little book of finely detailed paper. Amazingly, He put it away, and then I prodded my alpha to see if I could ask him about it. She told me not yet. I waited, and prodded again. Eventually Suzy gave me permission, and I was off. I leaned forwards, some Bone-Gnawers had joined us to listen to the conversation. That's fine. That's fine, They're an...interesting bunch!

    I asked for the one who can't seem to speak and always makes weird hand symbols, to see his sheet. He merely rolled his shoulders, and then, moved forwards and shit in front of me. I nearly freaked. I kept a smile, ohh I KEPT that smile. Presentation is important....though I was holding back a frenzy with just the little bit of my will left from our battle earlier. My pack was tensed, on edge. They were laughing at us. US. We left, immediately before either of us freaked out. They called out to us, mocking us over and over. The one with the horns was pushing her luck. Though to be honest, I don't think she has any. The events that followed were merely a sit-down...a waiting period, and then a small release of frustration on our Omega. Sorry Twists, fate's conspired against you. I dug my heel into his stomach, then sat down and apologized and thanked him. He coughed a bit and rolled over, smiled and handed me a gun. Massive thing...then handed me some bullets and said " H-Here's a present." I didn't know what to say, but I thanked him again, we helped him up, and I chanced a glare back towards the bone-gnawers. Ohhhhh Yes. Fate is a fickle bitch, but when she's happy. She's very happy.

[opossum]

11/2/13

Joy! Reuniting with my packmates! How wonderful it was to see the hustle, bustle, busy and burdened of all who I have come to see at the sept. There was a bit of a hiccup during all of our beginnings for the time. As long as I don't use my own dice, I seem to draw the favor of whoever's dice I choose to use...or rather, whoever lets me use them. Rolled...roll..roll again! Four times the same number as someone else, Obviously I was meant to be Gamma...Delta...Whatever the 3rd position in a pack would be of four. Never the alpha, never beta, and never omega. Always the watcher, the waiter, the pleaser. The middle-child of middle-childs in that sense I guess.

In either case, things went towards an investigation for a while. I once again granted my pack my insight into our deviations for the evening. I closed my eyes, took off my glasses, and Watched the blurred motions of nature amongst nature. Grass, the sky, the tree's. Animals abound, today's clues were brought to me By a fox and a squirrel. Both of which didn't understand the other, and though the fox pestered the squirrel, it was merely a miscommunication. To the fox it was play, or perhaps inquiry. To the squirrel it was irritation, tomfoolery. It wanted to be left alone, but the fox only saw it's notions as play-time.

With that set in pace, a paper smacked my square in the face. I yelped sharply and laughed as I saw a rather intresting script. Low and behold, this lead to some interesting information regarding a bunch of Hooplah I don't really understand. Twists deals with a LOT of things that just kind of boggle my senses, so frankly, I just went along and did what I could to help.....while...uhh...trick-or-treating in between luls of activity. Our Omega was a schoolgirl, I'd gotten myself a rather Sexy, seductive Cop ensemble to strip into, and....with the notion of the halloween holiday sort of lost on Last, we got him to be a vampire. He merely lengthened his teeth, but it was hilarious to watch how wide of a berth people gave him. How much they sort of reeled from being around him.

At one point, he intimidated some white suburbia-Gentleman into doting out all of his candy in one go. Quite the haul! I snuck some from him intermittently, I wanted some of the big candy-bars too. Other than that, there was a lot of arguing between Lasts and one of the Many un-named individuals who wander about doting out information that we're properly suited for. He transforms into a myriad of characters, places, and ideas, and frankly. I like him. He's soooort of like the smiling man, though...the smiling man mostly just stands behind me and makes weird hand-gestures at me and my packmates. Most likely to frighten them away I guess.

Long story short, the night involved a LOT of travel, TO LA AND HOLLYWOOD! Oh boy, so close to home. I bet my parents would have LOVED to see me. I bet they probably would have enjoyed the BNGC building as much as I do, since normally we're downstairs and instead this time we were upstairs. Living in the lap of BNGC-Acccomodated luxury. No one else seemed to appreciate the little plastic chairs, the myriad of rooms and closer bathrooms though...oh well. I was happy.

Blah blah blah, chasing vampires. Chasing vampires. CHASING. VAMPIRES. HOW LONG CAN YOU CHASE ONE MOTHERFUCKER INTO THE DUST?! WHat the hell do vampires even NEED this much security for? Sometimes I wish they'd just roll over and die appropriately when asked for at request. They're a nice bunch, they're into politics and diplomacy right? Well, at some point I want to diplomacy one into dust. That'd be quite the interesting time. Other than that, we accidentaly killed an innocent guy, I felt kinda bad. I WAS technically prepped to blow his compatriot's head's off with the highest calibre the United states can afford...buuuut....Well, turns out he was just some joe-schmoe who was late for something, and now he's late forever. A nice big puddle of human moosh all mulched between a car, a rock, and the countryside.

All in all, not a bad week. I tried to sneak some peaks while Suzy was looking at her sheet. I gawked and fawned at it for a few moments while she tried to do math...she didn't notice. Good, all the better for me to sneak more blurred out fucking details that I can't see anyways yet. Still, it entices me. I'll get there eventually. Last low end of the night, Lasts tried to mess with MY SHEET of all things! He swapped it back and forth across the table before I had to yell at him...as politely as a delta...or Gamma can, and tell him it was MINE. Not his. Play with his own sheet. He looked to the rest and blurted something about the other's seeing it, But they just sort of looked at me when I smiled, and shook their head's disappointingly slowly. How odd. I'm still kind of getting used to these folks.

[opossum]

Date...umm...Damn I forgot. I'll say last weekend!


OHHhhh geeze I'm loosing track of these. I get so busy during the week...though, oddly, I can't really remember what went on...In either case! This last weekend was quite interesting! It all started out nice, gather with my pack, hugs, welcoming gestures, a laugh or two. Prep time. We always need that. It's important, we set our goals, figure out what we plan to do, and then we roll.

My hand at chance has been really weird lately. I should get them replaced or something. IN either case, we did our thing to decide who was Alpha. This week, it was me. I snrked and laughed. I thought I read the dice wrong. ...though, Twists got Omega again so I know the dice weren't lying. W-...MMm...How? I don't even know what to DO as alpha! MOST of the night I was running on instinct, LIke. Purely. I made sure I knew everyone's oppinions before I made a decision, and ultimately, I learned that I could fake being a leader pretty well if I just delegated duties appropriately. Last, you know more about what we're up against, Suzy, Lets team up and think this through. Twists! You. Sneak. Take gun. Don't die.

I was genuinely afraid some horrible shit would go down. I tried to force my way through this...this WALL that just sort of sat around a church. A church for gaia's sakes. It made my brain numb with pain when I tried to walk through it, but Twists made it easy. I made sure to arm him appropriately. Overall, we came out on top with more information, bit off a piece of a vampire that we probably wont be able to chew properly for a while, and still got out alive. OH! Also, I was set on fire. That was a nice change of pace.

Other than that, the weekend was really lax, I met a Silent strider....Can't...ugh, Can't remember his name, But he seemed pretty cool. Payed me twenty bucks to take my shirt off. Sure. I only really wear clothes because in homid it's expected of you when you go off the cairne or into public. Naked just feels better. Though when At home, I spend a lot of time in my room in crinos you get used to feeling air just about everywhere. Whatever, lots of litany talk. He seems a lot more strict on it than I am....well...Okay. I'm strict, but I let things stay out in the open for a bit, yeah. You did something wrong, I like to let people walk around and think, see if they can figure it out. If they don't. Well, that's where I get to have fun. So frankly, it kinda pays off to pretend your lax with things. The funniest part of the discussion about the litany though, was hearing the Silent Strider argue with Last about showing dominance. I'll just say, it confused the hell out of the poo Silent Strider, haha.


In either case, I found it hilarious cause Twists was shielding his eyes like my tits were going to burn out his eyesockets. Not like the sneaky fuck hasn't already put up cameras in just about every nook and cranny in the damned house we've got now. Whatevs. ANYWHO, rolling on, the last thing that happened was accusations, I listened thoughtfully, most of the information given was broken down into this: " We see the world from two different views, and frankly, neither of them match up because our cultures are so different." This is the issue we get when we have such a diverse cairne.

We'll see what comes of the challenge and the trials ahead, hopefully, it'll all come to a proper resolution.

P.S. Twists tried to trick me into giving up my right to ever ask people for their character sheets again. What BUPKIS. I'm not giving that up. I can still show you my sheet and you can show me yours without me losing that question. It's important to me damnit.

P.S.S. The BNGC was awfully quiet, it was kind of odd. I expected more thumping from downstairs again, allthough the players downstairs really looked neat in all their costumes!

[opossum]

    The whole night was....odd. I...don't remember much. There were a lot of things that I would have liked to talk about...but, things are kind of high strung. The cairn-BNGC whombo combo was very much on edge for a lot of the night. There were only two things that really stuck out and erased everything else. One, I actually started making a proper recreation of my...sheet. To show my packmates. The book I cary is empty to their eyes..I still don't know why...But I can see it. I KNOW it's there, and so I'm just copying the symbols I see, picture for picture.....

    Then it happened. During this process Our ragabash, Twists, started just being himself. No problem with that, no issue. I give Last an order to just stop Twists at whatever he's doing. They fight and mess around a bit, I figure it's all fun and games. Phone call. Pick up, it's Maker. Shit. Important call, right? Stand up. Reach down to hold the phone for Twists, lasts and him. There was an ear lost...a  phone call made, and something I missed as I wasn't paying attention. A little incident between Last and twists. I...feel like it's mostly my fault, it wouldn't have happened had I not said a word to stop Twists. I was just being pushy cause I was excited about something else, but Twists got on my nerves just a bit cause of my excitement about the sheets. I let that get in the way.

    Right now, there's nothing I can currently agree on that could help rectify this situation. I have reiterated it again and again....I am a bad alpha. That's what it comes down to, and though there are other factors that were playing into this situation, I know I could have stopped it before it happened. That responsibility was on me that night. I've never been so ashamed of my need for those damned beautiful pieces of paper buried within waiting pockets....

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    OHhhhhh geeeze! This journal's been getting hectic! Between me being lazy during the weeks and not actually paying attention to things (Sidenote, I'm always paying attention, even when people don't think I am....),  The world just keeps spinning and spinning and spinning. In either case...I FINALLY WAS OMEGA.....and suzy's the only one who made me feel like an omega. A nice firm slap across my tuckus reminded me of my position....but I think last and Twists are afraid to hit me because I'm a " delicate flower" in their eyes. Pssh, fuck that. I can easily take what they can dish. EASILY. Hell, I'll fucking enjoy it too. Pop me one across the jaw and I'll be DAMN appreciative. God, my memory is so fuzzy fuzzy! Overall, a loooot of things got done, I finished off my gift to Twists, and I'm starting my stuff for Suzy and Last. Nothing like having a bright shiny gem that says 'fuck you' to the rest of the world. 'Check me out, My red gem's bigger than your red-gem! hahah!' ahh....it's just what I needed frankly. We had a long long fun chat with a bunch of vampires.....well, not really any talking. More like stabbing, cutting...chopping. A lot of decaying bodies. It was difficult not to rob them of their teeth, but honestly...I....I gotta stop doing that. I ruin our pack's image a lot...so I have to try and not listen to that urge....b-But those succulent pearly whites...those sharp glinty fangs. The opalescent pieces of calcium lodged in those vampires jaws...was so....delicately entrancing. I...I let them rot though. My pack questioned it....I made up some phony excuse like " oh they teeth are rotting already" but inside I was screaming. SCREAMING. You've no idea.

    Umm...what else....what else. OH! Went to a spaw? Spa? Yeah. Spa. First time...never really went to a spa. Then again I don't deal with real world things too often. I walk into Mcdonalds to get a hamburger and it's always whispers of," Geeze, that lady hangs out with a lot of dogs." Or " Eugh, put on some deodorant lady." behind my back while I wait in line to get a wyrm infested delicious hamburger that I then have to do cleansing for later. Fuck those guys, fuck 'em all. Not the good way. Do it with a rusty spigot, yeaaah. That'll show 'em. I smell JUST fine thank you very much. It's part of me, what you're smelling is all my drop-dead sexyness. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about....OH! I forgot too, after the spa I shared my memories with suzy. She was so delighted! I WAS SO DELIGHTED. She experienced my vision, the world through my poorly setup vision. She saw the gym, the art room, the downstairs....the other people all over that cairne that NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE BUT ME. Whatever. Least I get to use bathrooms with plumbing in the woods, their loss. Other than that, there was a lot of talk about a new packmate possibility....god...He. UGH. I wonder if he still has those teeth. I need them. .......Oh my god. OH MY GOD. YES. I NEED TEETH FROM MY PACK-MATES. THEY'LL BE THE PRIZE OF MY COLLECTION! OH HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE?! This next weekened [ tomorrow] will be soooOoooo much fun!

[opossum]

Life has just been SCREAMING at me these past few weeks. Hoo boy, month? Two months? How longs it been since i updated this weird little blog website forum post thing? I dunno. UPDATE TOPICS, leeeets roll.

SO okay, Hmm, I guess lets start at probably the most interesting thing. I went to a party with the Bonegnawers. Yeah, I said it. Bonegnawers. Frankly, they're not bad folk, but thankfully it was behind locked and closed doors. That way I wasn't going to be subjected to peers and have any issues with appearance. I dressed my best for the situation, made a show of it. It was nice, I came dressed in layers like usual, but alchohol makes people loose clothing. Not in the sense people forget when it was taken off... more like, people forget where they put things. Ended up down to one shirt. More drinking, lots of card games I think? The Bngws sure knew how to Have fun.

Then I got reaaaaaaaaaally tired and rifted off baaack and forth, and shit got really confusing. I think I remember waking up a few times, someone took my corset [ it's okay, I found it the next day] and then whatever. The next day consisted of stomach rolling bus-rides, aaaall the way to the cairne in the woods in the BNGC. Things got better, I got some caffeine in my system and then the fun rolled in.

Most of that night was a blur, I spent one half pretending to be whatever, then the other half being me. Very odd. It's one of those situations where things only seem to make sense when fun's actually taking place. In either case, I had a rather rude-awakening of it. Discussion with last led to one thing and then another, and then I ended up inside of my own Soldier's bag. Bad Shadowlord. Bad. No Fangdagger. IN either case, it was definitely an eyeopening experience. The bag was dark, I couldn't see, I was more like a consciousness in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't look at myself, couldn't see myself, couldn't...anything. It was dark and lonely, but I could hear my packmate's voice as he asked me to describe what it was like. I responded agianst my own will though, and then was released. I suppose if I plan to use something to my advantage I should probably know how it feels to be used by it. It wasn't that bad...It could totally be used for weird kinky shenanigans. I dunno, I'll find something fun to entertain myself with it appropriately.

Then, the fun time's kept rolling higher and higher. Captured my pack totem while she was getting back-rubs, got her to teach us Spirit speech, BAM. Done. Things were good. We got in a bit of trouble for it, but things were okay. That ended up being the end of that night....Umm lessse....

THe next weekend I believe there was a lot of snow coming down. Freaking people out. One of the gods got trapped in his own home, and the other fled fearing the outside world's repercussions had he had to run into any of the other individuals out on the road. Why god would be afraid of running a car into another person, I've no idea. Why not just smite them when they drive stupidly? Sounds like something that should be implemented.

Otherwise, quiet night, lots of talking. A gathering about all these weird visions. Who knows if they really mean much. Mostly it's me getting dragged away from myself, into another room, while one of the two to three gods tells me what I'm seeing, then I'm thrown across the room but not in the same instance and told to recite it. Well not told, but that I probably should. Especially if it's deadly information. I like deadly information....not the kind that hurts us though. That's not fun.

Made some deals with some people, plotted out my teaches for the coming weeks, and then it was all over. Sorry for such a crummy recap, but honestly, My mind get's hazy in between weeks. It's so mundane it feels. Like I'm some average shmuck who wakes up and goes day to day to work, only to come home on a friday, go to sleep, and then wake up as me saturday. Well, part of saturday. WHY CAN'T THINGS JUST BE ME ALL THE TIME? Seriously. I don't even know what a thrift store is, let alone want to be IN one.

I'll report again next week, or rather, this coming Saturday. Hopefully I'll have the wherewithal within me to actually deliver some interesting news!

[opossum]

Long has it been since the one of Withered vision duth respond to....You know what? Fuck that.

God I can't even beleive i was going to try and sow some weird story-land bs. I'm not even a galliard. I thought maybe I might try and impress some of the readers...but whatever. Frankly I'm just glad the world's starting to get all set right and done down the path that doesn't just outright suck ass.

SYNOPSIS? What's that? Can I eat it? Wait....OH! I remember now. OKay, so basically a lot of horrible shit went down, during the past few weeks I've helped a few individuals rank up, one or two I had problems with, but that's because my air-headed-ness gets the best of me and I forget to say important things that Should have been said that I never end up spouting out. Important minor details. IMPORTANT. MINOR. DETAILS.

Regardless of that, we kinda F-ed the Vatican in it's A. In the royal sense. Much like they tried to invade and take over, exterminate, and demolish. My pack and I truly stuck it to them. Disseminated information, broke some code, shot some folks in the face, stole some helicopters and tanks...Blew up most of their bases along the western coast with the help of Twists communication efforts, and some major other crap that just all sort of coalesced into this pile of jobs all well done. ( Though generally I prefer mine medium rare).

Besides all that, the worlds changing for the better or worse, I'm not sure, but as stated before I'm pretty sure that it's at least heading towards " better " as opposed to " Holy fucking God damnit this is awful."

I even went up in rank, and started doing some serious practice in several categories of my life. My sheet's really starting to feel heavy now. So much ink pouring into it's Gloriously written pages, as talents and gifts, skills and my stats all fill out again and again. Keeping on top of things, getting cards signed by the gods, It's all relevant to keeping myself on a rolling start uphill towards glorious ever-lasting legend.

Not sure I'll ever reach it to be honest, but frankly, I don't care. I'm gunna try anyways. Seriously, who wouldn't try? In either case, switching back and forth between the upstairs and downstairs always puts me on edge. I do so love my Art-lab, hidden behind the rock slab that we all seem to be able to walk on through, and use it's magnificent walls to enjoy the art that apparently children have put together. Coupled with the experiences we feel through Gaia herself, the two realities sit side by side and I see both for what they are. Important, and not a figment of my imagination. Seriously. Have you seen some of the art these kids make? It's down right frightening sometimes, but in other's it's abstract enough to be interesting and give a bit of a happy mood to it.

In either case, I know I always end up late or whatever on these damned things. I can't make promises on getting them posted anymore. My midweek life of boring nothingness seems to be getting the better of me, but soon enough I'm sure things'll clear up.

P.S. This week in particular sucked.

[opossum]

Ooooone month. It's been one month. BUSY. BUSY BUSY BUSY. Oh god I've been so busy! That's okay though. Everyone's all up in arms about their social interactions, and people throwing caution [ I.E. Their own feces ] to the wind hoping it'll solve problems. Silly garou, we all know that doesn't work.

Lots of stuff happened, we went to an evil swamp, I got myself a lovely Kinfolk to court, what else. Hmmm, Oh! Found one of king-arthur's weapons But it's all quiet and calm and " Bluh bluh I only work for bears and white howlers Bluh bluh.." SoOooooo whatever. I have a plan, and I know the bears are gunna want it. So I'll toss that shit at them and win some majorly delicious and sugary brownie points with them.

Everyone's almost to elder! Ahh It's so nice. I kiiiinda hate the title for elder though. Makes me sound old. I'm only like 19-24? I lost count and stopped caring. Seriously though, why couldn't it be called something like " Grand Illustrious Lady/Man of Badassery" or something like that? It makes sense.

Being without glasses has been nice by the way. Things are so much clearer. I see everything. No. Literally everything. Both sides, I can see the bngc still, the cairne and the world within it, the threads of fate themselves, who people are, their past, their present, and I can still chat with gaia like she's My home-girl whenever I want. It's amazing. This coming week there's a fun little situation going on. I'm REALLY excited for this coming next weekend, as the deal with the bears will be made and I'll finally get something I've been itching for.

That's all I guess. Not much but me rambling!

P.S. Regardless if I have the title or not. I am. IN fact. A badass.

[opossum]

Another long while between my glorious rampages across the boards. The internet hungry to devour what I spout. Today though, this past weekend, I had odd thoughts....

Oh don't get me wrong! The Camping trip was amazing! I did mention that didn't I? It was great...though being out in the woods in the woods is very odd. A Small campsite representing the entirety of our world was a better change of pace...but I missed my basement in the BNGC. In either case, I took care of some important people, they're part of the tapestry, the strings we weave, the threads of fate, binding. I see them, I see their bumps, their severances. I tie those loose ends into knots now. I smooth out those tangles. I put new string where it needs to go. Such is the course of the way things are going. The world will be quite pressing indeed in the coming days...weeks? I don't know anymore. I do know that time is precious and there's so little of it left...

Then everything changed so abruptly! ODEGARD!? Or...however it's spelled. Back here again! The Campus in the woods! How grand. Oh I missed you cold stormy weather, oh Seattle and it's glorious students wandering around wondering what the Garou are doing day in and day out, with the campus security thinking we're some form of weirdo.

NO, for the entirety of that night...or most of it. I lost myself. I was no longer Ra-...Philo-...Whatever. I wasn't anything that I was used to. I was a Galliard. What even. H-..w...What? Such a douche move. Really. Made me learn shit I didn't need. I play by ear for a reason Last. You know that. PFffft, whatever. My sheet filled that dot in as I learned it, it's fine now, but seriously. I expected you to theurge me in the face. I woulda have easy moded that. Genuinely.

Then the night got weird. I shared my vision, my memory with people....My reality.

A new get showed up, Drags them down. He saw through my eyes....and had a crisis of faith, and self. He sat in a corner, and existentially couldn't call if he was real or fake. If what he was doing mattered.

Lucy seemed to like it. As did...someone else...I can't quite remember who. Then the third was Herald of Gryphon, He....seemed interested for a moment...till he saw my memory of him. His wolf pelt wrapped about his neck like a trophy amongst a group of pretenders. It sickened him. He flat out told me my sight was wrong. It...made me think.

I listened to lucy, but I have a mind that can think about a few different things at once. I even held conversation...but This insight into how other people interpret my sight. It made me think.

In just under two...maaaybe three months...I'm going to die. It's a quiet death. Like a character in a movie who ceases to be once they walk off of the stage, who is no longer that person when they leave. What am I to be? Some figment? A memory? I'm too attached to myself to truly walk off of this stage and just go. A dreaded thought exists, and Dakota talks of it when he's not talking in the realm of the college. Taking ourselves out of 'play' when our job is done. When the cycle of the gods change, and the seasons roll over. We are to abandon ourselves, and become background characters to the world, and run our course with the thick of things. Will anyone remember me?




I....I don't want to go...

[the other side]

Uhh..hi? This takes a lot of effort, as i cant really tellwhat im t8-%ing completeley,anx i need DakSages brain to really do things right. For nostalgi a i decided to check in on a page of old wirtten words. It was blank. So i sat where memory showed, and calculated where tbis keyboard is and decided id leave a last true goodbye. Icant see any if you, or hear you, but i know that somewherre this message wheill getf through to someone. I kind of miss the smiles, the chsrcter sheets, and the grand visage of our collegs out in the wooods. The bngzc held a specil place too, and u will dealrty miss them. But now i havve no fear zof death, as i know truly thatz i wiwll not perish. Also, i cant manually indent this block of text because at this point i dont know wbere i am in my rambling. All ill say is i wish you well, get drunk, be merry, have fun. Thats pretty muxh all there should.be to life.

-Marina