The Flickering Chronicles

A Rude Awakening

Storyteller note: December came and knocked the group’s rhythm off a bit, and my updateability off quite a bit. We picked up in January and have been quite active (and even added a new member) the past 2 months, justt not with site updates. This then, is the begining of the day by day recap.

A mere hour after the cell retired for the night, and mere minutes after Dyana had fallen asleep she was awakened by the sound of Denise’s pager. After getting a too-quick nap, Dy, Susan, and Abby made thier way to Torment for an early morning meeting with the club’s Manager.

The cell was sent through the club’s considerable security measures before being sent back to Denise. On thier way they passed the cleanup of the scene they had observed the prior night.

Denise welcomed the cell into her office before the accusations started flying. Denise showed the cell footage of the cell in the backstage area assaulting a paton at the time of the explosion. The cell pleaded their case convincingly enough that Denise offered them a single chance. If the cell could learn who was responsible in the next 48 hours, they’d be off the hook. Denise handed over a copy of the security footage and the cell took their leave.

Shortly after the girls departed, Denise left the club and got in her car, which Max had been waiting in the back seat of. Max, identity largely concealed, sprang into action and made it abundantly clear that Denise should tread carefully. Denise, exasperatedly unphased, told her assailent that he best be careful himself. Max disapeared and regrouped with the rest of the cell at the abby.

Susan and Abigail put their feelers out to their contacts and Abby got to work disecting the security footage. While the chemically cheery Abby worked on, the rest of the cell rested, ate, and prepared for the coming night. Abby eventually managed to extract the assailant’s face and run it through police databases using Susan’s contacts.

While waiting for word back on the mystery assailant, the cell decided to check out Fairmont Park, another locale in which they had tangled with explosive using hunters. What they found instead were the sounds of screaming and fleeing, and Dyana’s one time associate, Gabriel Obediah Daniels. The hunters all set out after the fleeing footsteps. Shortly before reaching the edge of the park, the cell caught up to the running figure, only to discover a half dead remnant of one of the Bible Beaters. The hunters managed to take down the zombie Beater after a protrected and horrible smelling fight. Gabe and the cell made proper introductions before leaving the scene.

On the way back to their vehicles, the cell encountered a woman who looked like she had just been beaten, walking dazedly around in the cold with nothing more on than a dress and shoes. The girls tended to her and the cell decided to take her in. They brought her back to the abby and had her tended to, while the wounded headed to Dr. Home.

Susan recieved word from her police contacts that the mystery assailant had been a petty criminal in New York until recently. Abby used this information and her Network 0 contacts to learn of a fanatical group of vampire hunters who had recently been driven out of New York City. The cell joined up at The Samedi’s Hat for a quick conversation with Jake, which yeilded the other hunters’ whereabouts: St. Agrippena’s Church of the Sanctuary.

The cell updated Denise of their status, but were given nothhing for thier effort.

The cell returned to the abby to find that it had been assaulted from within, by the girl they had just left. All told, the attack left 5 members of the staff dead, most of which had to be killed again after they had risen and joined the attack on the staff.

The cell tracked the fleeing dead woman across the street, as she tried to break in a window behind the neigbor’s house. The more martial members of the cell quickly put down the dead woman as Abby filmed.

As all calmed down, Susan called her police contacts to both clean up and keep things quiet, as the cell loaded up the deader girl to be taken to Dr. Home.

The Trouble With Clubbing

Participants: entire cell.

Max and Abby rushed to join Susan and Dy at Torment, while the latter girls sought to get lost in the crowd while gathering a bit of intel. Max and Abbby found their way up the club’s fire escape and in through a rather strong fire door. Their entrance was a fire escape for the sections of catwalks above the club’s lighting. The two crept along the walkways to descend into a sort of backstage area, which lead deeper into the club.

Meanwhile, Dy and Susan were using Dy’s thermal goggles to spot and seduce a vampire. The club was supprisingly full of the cold-dead, so the duo were able to take their pick. The two swelected an attractive woman in a simple black dress. Susan’s advances worked wonders to convince the dead woman to. Come back to the back stage area, where Max and Abby were waiting.

Susan went to work on getting the dead woman into a vulnerable enough position to be drugged or otherwise subdued, before she could achieve this however, an explosion rocked the main hall while the dance floor became alight with panic. In that moment of distraction the cell’s quarrry escaped up the ladder to the lighting area with amazing speed.

With the club rapidly emptying, and bouncers expediting this, the cell headed outside, but quickly escaped the throngs being herded together for the coming police. The cell spread out and observed the werehouse turned nightclub. After the emergency services began to depart, three seperate cars dropped of well dressed men who quickly entered the club without the chance to be closely observed.

The cell resolved to reinfiltrate the club in persuit of these mysterious visitors. Dy, Abby, and Susan entered through the top floor, while Max remained on the roof. The interlopers were spotted scrambling along the lighting rigs,and several bouncers were headed the the back stage area with the ladder. Dy, Susan, and eventually Visanthe were able to subdue the large men, with only one bouncer sustaining fatal injuries.

Meanwhile Abbigail crossed the lighting and crawled into a duct that was suspiciously open. After a bit of crawling, she encountered a raven in the vents, not far from a vent open to the outside. The raven scuttle away from Abby while she followed. The bird led her in a circle before coming to the open vent itself and flying off.

Downstairs, the girls went deeper into the club to find stairs down to a basement. They went down and found a very secure door with a keypad lock. They did not see the camera however, and 3 more bouncers were quickly dispatched. The two managed to defend themselves without too much trouble. Dy hacked the lock and cracked the door just enough to thermal scope the room. Inside were Denise, a man the cell had seen the bouncers beating before they were caught, and the three suited men. The suits were all cold as the grave, Denise and the bound man were not.Dy and Abby briefly entertained the idea of assaulting the room, before deciding discretion was the better part of valor. The entire cell regrouped at the fire escape before slipping into the night.

Down and Dirty

Participants: Danials, Eckerly, Weatherfor-Smithfield, James

The scene starts with the nascent cell’s descent into the sewers below Fairmont Park. After a bit of an incedent heading down a slippery slope that resulted in Max and Dy eatting shit, the group tracked their blunt-object-carrier to a path that lead through the sewage. While deciding what to do, they spotted a rat the size of a large dog that showed signs of advanced decay. It seemed rather spooked. The cell then split up. Dy and Max followed the hammer carrier while Abby and Susan persued the rat.

Dy and Max’s path led to sewage and more questions, while Subigail descended deeper into the sewers. Tracking the rat thing lead eventually to maze apparently intentionally man made. After about an hour, the girls came to an apparent end to the maze, in the form of a t-intersection. To the right was a tunnel going up at an extreme angle with water coming down it. Rather than venture up the tunnel. Rather than risk getting coated in raw sewage, the pair decided to investigate the other fork.

Down that path was a small room dug from the dirt containing a bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. Oh, ad a giant zombie-rat. The rat seemed at least as fightened as the hunters. An attempt to capture the large beast only result in it escaping back into the labrynth.

During the girls’ escapades, Max and Dy tracked through the maze, catching up to Susan and Abby shortly after the rat’s departure. The cell briefly investigated the hovel long enough for Dy to realize she had been there before, and that they needed to leave before its owner returned.

While the rest of the cell was still recuperating, Abby checked out the park once more, during the daylight this time. She found no owls, but she did come across someone following her. When she turned to investigate, the figure fled. Abby was unsuccessful in catching the figure but escaped safely.

The cell regrouped at the Abbey to contact contacts and do some planning. After getting some info, the group decided to make one last stop. They headed to St. Jude’s Hospital to meet Dr. Home. He, in his usual charming way, let Dy know that he was aware that Dy was not a member of VALKYRIE, and that Hank had requested she get in touch with him over Walter’s dissappearance. Home gave Dy another copy of the lupine tracking software to replace that which wa lost in the sewer.

The cell followed the tracker’s weak signal to Rex’s Pawn Shop. Rex provided a possible name for the wolfman, James, and noted he purchased a large gun. The cell also checked a nearby Wawa for information, but came up with nothing. The signal started becoming more specific, and moving toward the park. The cell hopped in Susan’s Escalade and began rapid persuit. The wolfman’s signal moved rapidly out of the park and across the city, just as the cell arrived at the park. Max and Abby remained at the park, while Susan and Abby took off in the suv, chasing the tracker bleep.
While the other girls chased a dot on a cellphone, Abby and Max set up serveilance in the park. Max spotted that someone else spotted Abby, and Max moved to intercept. There was a brief tussel that resulted in the interloper being wounded severely. The fight ended when a woman with a gun demanded her companion back. There was a brief verbal exchange before the two mystery folks departed. Little to no information moved from one side to the other before the confrontation ended.

Meanwhile, Dy helped navigate the radar bleep to its destination, an industrial club called Torment. At Dy’s behest, the girls broke into the back of the club and sneaked their way to the back of the bar. The girls tossed a big bottle of distraction into the crowd, while the girls vaulted the bar and dissapeared into the crowd . . .

Collateral Damage
Where it All Begins . . . Again

Participants: Abigail James, Dyanna Daniels, Max Eckerly, Susan Rosemary Weatherfor-Smithfield

It was a cold Sunday. Near the end of January, overcast and threatening to snow on the slush covered Philladelphia.

Dy had been stalking a wolfman for about a week, when she finally got a decent bead on his wherabouts. She followed him to Fairmont Park, only to be spotted at the entrance. Unbeknownst to Dy, Susan Weatherfor-Smithfield had also been stalking the wolfman to repay a fellow Abby member. Susan, to avoid detection by her fellow stalker, then fell back to tailing Dy, with little clue as to either the wolfman or her fellow hunter’s identity. Dy made her way carefully into the park with Susan not far behind.

Shortly thereafter, Max Eckerly entered the same park tracking a dead man with a hammer that supposedly had magical properties. In truth, he was more tracking the hammer than the dead man. His trail led him off the path and into the woods.

By amazing coincidence, Abigail James had been investigating rather odd ‘ghost owl’ activity in Philly, which led her to Fairmont Park. With recording equipment in hand, she bodly entered the park and steered a little way off the path, following the faint sound of the owls.

From deeper in the woods the sound of a large impact against a tree was heard, followed by an explosion. Seperately, each hunter made their way toward the sounds. Dy was first on the scene, with Susan following closely behind. The two ladies met over the strange scene before them. Bits of tree were singed, and a swath of snow had been melted exposing bare ground. Amidst the wreckage was a person, mangled, bleeding horribly, likely dying. Despite the situation, the two ladies made quick aquantences as Eckerly came running to the scene. Abigail managed to remain hidden for a few moments before exposing herself and some of her intent to her fellow hunters. While all of this was happening the sounds of owls could be heard intensifying.

Before the newly forming cell could finish introducing themselves, footsteps were heard moving rapidly away, and the hunters gave chase. Dyanna managed to use the shaft of her trident to taked down one of the two fleeing, while Max impaled one’s knee with his spear. When Susan and Abigail caught up, Susan drugged Dy’s victim who promptly passed out. Meanwhile, Max patched up his victim while the poor man passed out.

The group decided that staying in the park would be a bad idea, especially as the owls had reached a fevered pitch that required shouting to communicate over. The cell loaded the bodies into Susan’s SUV and they headed for the Abby’s local safehouse.

Upon arrival, the two prisoners were shackled, and the one with the bad knee was awakened. The newly formed cell bonded by using some enhanced interrogation techniques, which among other things, involved Susan partially skinning the drugged captive’s chest.

The only information gleaned is that the two men being tortured were likely fellow hunters who had been stalking a dead man. The mangled body at the scene of the explosion had been one of thiers. The cell decided to have the awakened man killed, while the drugged, skinned man could be released. Left with a red rose as an appology.

The cell returned to the park to further investigate and get everyone back to their vehicles. Returning to the scene of the explosion, they found two things had changed. The mangled body was nowhere to be seen, and animal prints were seen leading from the point of detonation deeper into the park. The cell followed the prints right up to the park’s large, brick, outer wall before discovering the prints just stopped. The cell shimmied up the wall and very thoroughly investigated the area, finding no evidence of the crature’s passing after the prints stopped.

While the cell pondered their next move, a woman’s scream was heard back within the park. The hunters raced back toward the sound to find a woman (likely a hooker) with her face blugeoned in by a small surface with a beveled edge. The cell followed the prints from the area deeper into the park. The prints stopped at a small stream just before it passed under a small foot bridge. Under the bridge were thick, sturdy metal bars, and beyond the bars the sound of running footsteps in shallow water could be heard fading into the distance.

Seeing no other course of action, Dy transformed into her large demonic form in order to smash through the bars. After the bars were no longer an issue, Dy transformed wearily back to her regular self. The scene faded as the cell adventured into the sewers.

XP: 5
PXP: 11

Quote of the night: “At what point does a swath become swarthy?” – Brian.

Too Quiet...

January 5th, 20XX+1

Happy freakin New Year.

It has been a hell of a couple weeks. Walter has gone A.W.O.L. Not that I care. I’m sick of this roller coaster ride, and to be quite frank, he wasn’t good for me. My mind was on him, not on the job, which put us both at risk. Deep down I still blame Jack Malone…He messed up Walter bad. Walter saw some shit that most people would never see in their lives…and continued to see it, every night. It’s no wonder he was a broken vessel.

But that’s the cost of the Vigil. Some of us don’t make it out with our minds in tact. Others just don’t make it out.

I’m not worried. One candle sputters, and is extinguished…another is lit. Such is the way of things. Some other Candle carriers will come along. Until then, I’ll just do what I do best…hunt the creatures of the night.

And really, who is better equipped for a lone vigil? I can make any man (and more women than you would expect) bend to my whim…and my fangs carry a lethal dose of venom unexpected in such a sweet, sugar coated wrapping. I can handle this. I can handle this.

Since the departure of the closest thing to a man in my life, I’ve been forced to start doing things myself. The first thing that I did was reproduce Walter’s work with the glasses, but made myself a pair of night vision glasses. This girl is well equipped and stylish. I’ve spent hours laboring over my weapons, but I can say without a shadow of a doubt that my axe is as sharp as the devil himself. And my trident isn’t too shabby either ;-)

Next I worked on the security around this place. I have it all wired through the Microsoft table and the big screen…which also feeds into my room. If something MOVES anywhere near this house, I know it. And It’s a weird sense of accomplishment…I used to rely on men to do this dirty work…and I used to think that I needed protecting. Both things have been replaced. I can say that I am self-reliant (as long as Daddy keeps sending my money ;-) ) The point is, I don’t need a man showing up and screwing things up for me…I got a pretty great deal going on here.

No word from Denise. No activity at Forbidden Fruit. All is quiet on the Western Front. And that makes me nervous. It is always quiet just before the storm…and that is why I condition myself…the yoga, the muy-thai, the weapon smithing, the drinking, the techno-crafting, the drinking…I am ready for the storm.

Even as I write this, the hackles on the back of my neck are standing. Something is coming. And like I said…I will be ready.

But until then, party it up, right? You’ve only got one life, no sense worrying about the end of the world :-D Life is too short, so love the one you got. You might get run over, or you might get shot.
Til next time, keep your candles burning. :-)

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C&S - The Raging Climax

Walt and Dyana (Sophie had since departed to focus on her studies) got a tip from Hank that the FBI had some information on the Bible Beaters, and went ahead and set up a meeting for the cell.

Captain Chambers of VaSCU met with the cell and directed them to a former agent, Detective Franklin Kim. Following the loss of his cell to the Driver Kim went missing, and the FBI had reason to believe he continues his crusade against serial killers, albeit with less legal methods. The captain directed the cell to where they could find him, a horrible dilapidated neighborhood.

The cell investigated, homing in on a likely building. The place was condemned and boarded up, and booby trapped to boot. The cell managed to avoid a few traps, but managed to fall for one of the nastier ones. When the cell encountered Kim, there was a brief confrontation that was defused by the cell’s uncharacteristic honesty, and Kim’s overdeveloped sense of empathy.

Detective Franklin divulged that he had, in fact been killing killers for some time now, and that the Bible Beaters were his current quarry. Kim told them of a church he had seen them using, but had been unable to assault, for fear of their number advantage. The crew thanked Kim and asked that he help them find the Beaters, but Kim feared working with the Men in Black, knowing of their implanted tracking chips.

Oswaldt also made a brief appearance to inform the cell that the Beaters have a weakness to blessed gold, and that their ritual was nearing completion as the 23rd victim was next. Oswaldt speculated that it may need to be someone of demon’s blood. He offered no eplanation for having this knowledge. This lead the cell to knock off a few churches in search of just that. It was morally questionable, but Walter and Dyana had little other choice.

The cell investigated the church that Kim had directed them to, only to find an older priest named Fr. Alexander Graves. Walt had tagged a Beater earlier with the etheric tracker, and using that, Walt could clearly see this man had been tagged. The cell rapidly dispatched Fr. Graves in his own bedroom before he was able to mount any sort of meaningful defense. Just when the cell began to question the decision to flat out kill Graves, the largest of the Beaters smashed into the room to put up a rather protracted battle. While the cell started on the larg Beater, another Beater walked into the room while robing himself, leaving his face exposed. It was the face of Reno, onetime cell member, and disciple to the Malleus Mallificarum. Reno darted back out into the hall and Walt gave chase while Dy stayed to deal with the large one. Reno ambushed Walt and left him on the brink of death. Reno ran for the door and bolted across the parking lot while Walt was able to drag himself to the door and get a shot of the tracker into Reno. Meanwhile, Dy slugged it out with her over sized contender and eventually managed to overcome her foe and come to Walt’s aid.

Oswaldt appeared and offered to make the cell’s problems go away for basically nothing. The cell creeped off to lick their wounds (or rather drink them away). The cell awoke with messages from their respective leaders. Hank scolding Walt for burning down the church, which was deduced that Oswaldt did, while Arthas provided insight into the nature of the ritual being preformed. Arthas theorized the ceremony was some sort of unbinding, and that it would need to preformed at the site of the bound being. He also postulated that the ‘cult’ Sophie’s sister was caught up in may have been a group of hunters who had bound the being in the first place.

The cell set out to try to track Reno’s signal. They found that he had gone underground, and climbed down to consult with Sewer Billy. Billy Confirmed that the Beater had been through, but could offer no real direction on where he may gone, other than ‘through the Undercity’. The cell tried to follow his path through the labyrinthine tunnels, but were thwarted by a very lifelike gargoyle.

After nightfall, the cell decided to head for the parking garage, figuring that to be the site of the unbinding. Walt and Dy hid themselves in the garage in advance of the Beaters arriving, planning an ambush on the as yet-undetermined number of remaining Beaters.

The Beaters, three strong now, eventually came to the garage while dragging a bound Bonnie McCoy down with them. The cell rapidly dispatched two of the beaters in a brief scuffle, leaving Walter, Dyana, Reno, and Bonnie. From out of nowhere came the brown suited figure seen in garage several times before, but now his face was obscured. It was Oswaldt. His brown hair and suit changed into their blond and white counterparts before the cells eyes, provoking a reaction from the cell and Reno alike. After a flurry of questions, George Oliver Oswaldt Bartholomew Edward Richard revealed that he was merely assisting the little girl bound to the garage, and that all he stood to gain was enjoyment from the violence that had been precipitated on the way. The small crying girl, appeared from the shadows and began caressing Bonnie’s head, much to Mrs. McCoy’s terror. Oswaldt offered to let the cell join the Beaters, they could help Reno finish the ceremony, or just kill Reno and take his place. While the cell took an aside to contemplate their answer, Reno began dragging Bonnie toward her shackles on the wall.

This prompted the cell to lash out, and utterly destroy Reno. They each needed to swing their large crucifix only one, and Reno was finished. Once they looked around, they realized that Oswaldt was standing next to the shackled Bonnie, calmly awaiting the cell’s answer. When the cell tried to denounce the Beaters as monsters, Oswaldt inquired that what, in the grand scheme of things, made Walter and Dyana’s murders any better than those of the Beaters. The cell found themselves at a loss, but ultimately decided to free Bonnie and walk away. They were surprised when Oswaldt simply let them leave, acknowledging that they were sure to continue their killing, and that they were far more enjoyable alive. The small demon child was greatly dissapointed, but powerless to to do anything. The cell gave Bonnie a good dose of Munin serum, took her home, and decided that it was time for a vacation.

C&S December Catch Up
Only 666 Shopping Days Till Xmas . . .

After Dyana’s last Diary entry, the cell attended Dr Henry McCoy’s social gathering. Sadly, it seemed as though their drinks had been spiked. And both Dyana and Walter were on the floor in no time. They awakened in what appeared to be part of Forbidden Fruit. It appeared as such due to the leashed fighting-monster in front of them. They were also tripping bawls, from what they could tell. A mysterious woman spoke to the cell, always keeping her back toward Walt and Dyana, and told them he would let the cell live in exchange for the Bible Beaters. The cell agreed, and before losing consciousness, Dyana witness the strange woman melt into the floor, though weather it actually happened or was an effect from the drugs, none can be sure. This has earned the woman the nickname “The Melting Lady”.

The cell put serious surveillance on the Beaters’ parking garage, which yielded much information, but little knowledge. It appears the Beaters meet a man in a business suit who is otherwise cloaked in shadow. There is also a disembodied voice of a little girl interfering with surveillance equipment. The voice asked the cell to get rid of a man in a suit who comes by every night. So far the cell has met with little success in determining who the man may be.

Also of note is the Cell’s newest member, Sophie. Sophie is a college student (at Drexel?) whome the cell happened across in their investigation of the Beaters. It turns out Sophie’s sister had been wrapped up in a cult that met in the garage the Beaters so loved to frequent. Shortly after meeting Sophie, the cell helped Sophie with her cannibalistic professor (who may have been a victim of the ghost-owls).

With Dyana and Sophie unknown by Denise Wendig, the cell once again began investigation of Torment. From the inside, with their new technological edge, Sophie and Dyana were able to recognize the presence of several walking corpses within Torment. The cell tracked one such corpse and her still living companion to the Laural Hill Cemetery, overlooking the Schuylkill. Investigation of the cemetery when Sophie was told to leave the cemetery, and she complied unquestioningly.

Dyana's Diary 2
What a Rockin' Weekend

Dyana’s Diary


What a rockin’ weekend! Happy birthday to me, first and foremost….haha. It was probably the most memorable birthday to date…save for my 23rd…but that’s a loooong and somewhat sketchy story. Saturday Walter and I went to a very nice dinner, and we got to talk. Ya know, like really talk. I figured I kinda scared him off a bit with the whole “OMG! You’re a gigantic deamon!” during the previous session with the beaters, so we kinda hashed that out. It wasn’t easy, given that his mind is so analytical. I’d just like to note the irony in a man who is so scientific/analytical makes more comments about blowing things up than anyone else I’ve fought alongside. After hearing some horror stories of how things went before I got here, I guess it’s pretty easy to see why his mind goes to the simplest way of resolving a problem. That’s okay, I’m really whupping these boys into shape…and by boys, I mean Walter, because we haven’t seen Gabriel in some time. And to be fair, I wouldn’t finger the blame for their haphazard hunting style on Walter. This Jack guy seems like a trip…I’d say that the group shaping up had as much to do with him leaving as it had me showing up. ANYWAY…yeah, I really think we made some break throughs at dinner…although I still think he is threatened by a strong woman like myself.

And OMG, I was touched by his gift. Any other guy that has given me a gift has always been so shallow…the gift anyway. Well…most of the guys were too. Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but when she has a crowded room of best friends, it’s not the best gift. I was expecting a nice watch, or a necklace, you know, the kind of thing I’d wear once, and then put it to the back of the dresser. But he shocked me by actually making me a Grappling hook gun! I know, right?! How sweet is that? Functional and thoughtful. Did NOT see that coming. I’m beginning to think that Walter may not be as simple as I thought, but much more complex. Or maybe I’m just seeing things in him that aren’t there.

So after dinner, we headed out to the club. No, we weren’t dancing-we were hunting. And same as last week, the results were nill. So before we packed it in, we decided to check out the parking garage, just on a hunch. Women’s intuition should never be doubted. At about four A.M., after watching some of the tapes while monitoring the live feed, we noticed a hobo stumble in and get clocked by a Bible Beater. That’s when we made our move. We came, we saw, we kicked It’s ass. Haha. But seriously, that fucker came out of nowhere and nearly separated my shoulder blades…from my body. The weird thing is Walter had his gun…which had some sort of technologic upgrade…I dunno…anyway, he had his gun trained on me, watching my ass when the Beater smashed me. Well, maybe not watching my ass, but I wouldn’t put it past him. He says he didn’t see anything until after I got clocked. We watched the tapes after the fact, and saw him (the Beater) walk up and line up his shot. Odd. Anyway, he’s lucky he got that shot in, because the rest of the fight was downhill. I stabbed him with the Trident…which works wonderfully, thanks to Vis and Walter helping me out with it. He dropped like a sack of…well sledgehammers. Then Walter was there in an instant, filling him with some hot lead. Ironically, it was Vis who finished him off, thanks to his perseverance. The Beater was definitely outrunning both Walter and I, but Vis hitched a ride, and finished the job.

Here’s another thinker: this guy looked like your average Joe…save for Trident wounds and gun shot wounds. He didn’t look remarkable in the least, like a kid…well, not a kid, maybe a guy around my age, who picked up a bible and a sledgehammer and just started killing. It’s weird the way our business works like that. One second your pumping a twelve foot tall wolf with silver in the gut, the next there is a naked man laying in front of you-dead- by your hands. It’s a real mind fuck. That’s why I find comfort in alcohol. It keeps my thinking clouded enough that nothing makes sense. Haha. But seriously…total mindjob. We later went back to the garage, to try and find another Beater. We came up empty, but there was…something there. A disembodied voice of some sort. Here’s the thing: Walter scanned the area with his ethereal goggles…and found nothing. Really creepy. Vis claimed he didn’t hear it…but he may just be fucking with me. He likes to do that sometimes. Plus I think he is threatened by how close Walter and I are becoming. Ironically enough, I think Walter is threatened by how close Visanthe and I are…hmmmm…Men. We did end up finding a box of sledge hammers in the garage…so we’re pretty sure they were using it as some sort of a base of operations. We’ll continue to survey the area.

I can definitely see a change in myself. After downing the Beater, we looted him, and I snatched up the Bible. I perused it myself, finding nothing remarkable, but I wanted to send it to Arthus at the least, if not Milan, to have it checked out. But for some reason, I felt…indebted to Walter…and his organization. They are letting me use their Sneaking Suit, so I felt compelled to let them have first crack at the Bible, knowing full well that they wouldn’t make heads or tails of it, and that WE were better suited to figure it out. But I let him take it anyway. I was going to straight up give it to him, until he acted like a dick head. Fucking prick. Ooooh…GOD I hate men sometimes. Even though I am a strong and tough girl, I still have feelings. Guys just don’t seem to see that sometimes. Sometimes with Walter it feels like it’s One step forward, three steps back.

After the Beaters took out five more doctors Sunday night, we ended up swinging by Dr. McCoy’s and seeing if maybe we could get something out of him. He stiffed us, so either he is REALLY good at lying, or he has no clue what he is doing. He ended up inviting us to his soiree on Thursday night, so we could talk to other doctor’s about this whole thing. I’m worried that it may turn into one huge orgy like usual. It could be a bit awkward…on a lot of levels. Especially since I kinda, maybe kissed Walter. It was in the heat of the moment after killing the beater…while downing a Martini. So I blame the endorphins and the booze. Still…wasn’t awful. We haven’t said anything about it. Which is probably for the best. Still…wasn’t awful.


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Dyana's Diary 1
Scary Right?

Dyana’s Diary


So I know it’s been a while, but given the events of the past week, I figure it’s as good as time as any to really start collecting my thoughts into some sort of…I dunno…semblance of order, in case the unthinkable were to transpire-IE: me getting disembowled by some creature of the darkness. I think it’s worthy to pass on to my successor the notes that I’ve kept…as well as give them some insight into my mind…

Scary right?

Well…about a week ago-one week and a day to be accurate- Walter, who is a stiff government guy, and Gabriel, who is a stiff religious zealot, got our asses handed to us. We rushed headlong into the parking garage, knowing full well the “bible beaters” –what a cliché name, but that’s the media for ya- had some sort of trap laid. We were not disappointed…we were thoroughly dismantled by these Bible toting crazies. Walter took heavy damage off the get go. He really seems to have a glass jaw, which struck me as odd, as he seemed like the strong silent type. And we were already down a “man”…ugh I hate that term…from the start (not counting Visanthe, who is a viable asset, but proved to be all but useless in this ordeal). From there Gabriel tended to our fallen comrade, mean while I went medieval on their asses, and called upon the Mark of the Beast to try and take their aggression. It worked. All too well. Within a minute, I was at the receiving end of four sledgehammers, all of which were doing significant damage. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am confident in my self, and perhaps over-confident in a lot of ways, but even I knew this was rapidly turning into something I couldn’t handle. Every time I had an opportunity, I had to heal either myself or Walter.

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Thankfully Gabriel had the foresight to put up some sort of magic ward to stop them from gaining access to us, and we lasted the night.

This time.

By morning Gabriel was gone. Who knows if he’ll show up again. Regardless of his affiliations, he was another carrier of the flame, and a welcome addition to the team.

So Walter and I were seemingly back to square one. Oh, and the new Jeep I bought Walter for a Christmas gift was destroyed. Merry Fucking Christmas. And that’s when I think to myself- “Every time I do something nice, it always turns to shit” and I am reminded of how I got this far in the fight in the first place- looking out for numero uno. Conceded? Yeah. Self-absorbed? Who wouldn’t be? If god…or whomever…gave you this body, and this skill, you couldn’t not love yourself just a bit too much.

I digress tho. Walter and I spent the better part of the week planning our next action. And when I say planning, I mean he spent it at his work bench, tinkering with his electronic do-hickeys and I spent it sitting in a hot tub and drinking lots of Martinis.

I think Walter is rubbing off on me. Eww…okay, so I know that sounds dirty, but I totally didn’t intend for the double entendre. Or did I? ;-) But yeah, I’ve started a little workbench of my own across the room from him. I’ve set up my little “base of operations” down there. Working out, Meditating, and working on my custom made weaponry. And he seems oblivious to it all. Whatever. I don’t need his attention…nor is it necessarily welcomed. I dunno…maybe it is. He seems to have brought out the best in me these few short weeks I’ve known him. I’ve really stopped partying, stopped smoking, and only drink…well…I drink a lot. But that comes with the territory. But I’m really starting to settle into this whole “Vigil” thing…and becoming a lot more serious about honing my craft. It’s kinda weird…in a cosmic sort of way.

Woah. How the hell did I get THIS far off track?! Yikes. Time for some Ritalin me thinks!

Any how, the workbench. Yeah, I have set to work modifying my Trident and Axe. The axe required almost a total overhaul, the only things I kept from the original were the blades, which needed to be altered a bit as well. I added a bit more weight on the head, and flattened it, using a lighter polymer to hold it all together. Or so Visanthe told me…he’s been a pretty big help. Anyhow, in short, I’ve maximized the efficacy of it, and have made it more sleek, more aerodynamic, and all around better for my style, which is pole arms. I’ve shortened it a tad, but I don’t think it will suffer. The trident I didn’t really do much to. I swapped out the blades, which were all in a row (o o o) and went with a more…modern design, in which two of the blades flank the third, but the third also juts out in front (or behind, depending on how it is being held), comparable to that of a chopping blade (o o o). I’ve also barbed the blades on the ends. I’m pretty proud of myself, given that I don’t know THAT much about metallurgy…thank god for the internet! I’ve also added quite a bit more weight at the other end, making it a bit unwieldy, but I figure if you use two hands and know how to use a trident, then it will have some great results. Hopefully in the next entry I can give you some field test results.

I guess the week wasn’t a total wash though. We did see the Bible Beaters (on surveillance video) go back to the garage and meet with another figure, who was shadowy. It appears this is their turf, where they choose to bring people for Meet-and-beats. Hopefully we can use this against them.

Alrighty, well, after spilling my guts all over this page, I think I should get ready for dinner. I told Walter he is taking me to a fancy dinner. Maybe this time I can get him to wear a sweet bow tie. Probably not. If it’s not Government Issue, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t touch his body. Wow…I could go a lot of places with that, but I’ll just let imaginations wander. ;-D Ta!

- <3 D

C&S November Recap
Where Wolves?

Walter began November with a stern talking to from Hank. After the crypt explosion, the ghost-owls seemed to have made off with most, if not all, of the bodies in the cemetery, regardless of age. In light of this and the explosion, Hank took Walter off the case and put a cleaner crew on the job. Walter was officially removed from the case.

Jack and Walter decided to investigate the cordoned off cemetery anyway, as Jack was still under orders to investigate the werewolf presence. Law enforcement proved to be a small hassle, while an angry werewolf proved to be a large hassle. With a bit of luck, the cell was able to down the beast and escape further official notice.

Again, the details are hazy here. The cell had a brief, but barely civil meeting with one of the shape changers in Shy’s Kill, a sports bar by the Schuylkill river with suspected wolf ties. The bartender managed to work some sort of mind trick on Walter, causing him to confess one of his deepest secrets to a stranger.

After another investigation at Laural View Cemetery, the cell was ambushed by a small pack of large angry werewolves. Gabriel happened onto the scene of the attack, and saved the rest of the cell quite a bit of pain. The cell felled another beast, forcing the rest into a retreat. That night, Jack Malone decided that he would take his fate into his own hands, and lead the pack away from the cell, and more importantly, his family. Jack has not been heard from since.

After picking up Lucifuge member Dyana Daniels, most of the rest of November was spent in pursuit of the Bible Beaters. Unfortunately, the cell had a far better time tracking the beaters’ victims than the beaters themselves. The beaters seemed to be attacking members of a local school’s PTA Executive Board, and members of a local social club for doctors. Both of these organizations however, were fronts for wild sex parties. While in the public eye the Beaters seemed to be killing good, moral people, they were in reality exterminating groups of sexual deviants. Neither group seemed to delve very deep into depravity, but as targets for a group of religious fanatics, it was starting to make sense. A mysterious German man who referred to himself as Oswaldt appeared from nowhere suggesting the cell further investigate Dr Henry McCoy, then dissapeared and hasn’t been seen again.

Dr. McCoy was discovered to be a member of both groups, as well as a member of a local chapter of the United Way. The UW had a few victims from its roster killed by the Beaters, but not enough to discern a pattern from. Dr. McCoy was also discovered to attend strange sex parties at Forbidden Fruit, an S&M shoppe/club. The catch? These parties feature not just the all out wild orgy action of the smaller clubs, but also spectating violent matches between seemingly manufactured monsters.

By the end of the month, the cell had been lead to a meeting with the Bible Beaters in the basement of a dilapidated parking garage. The meeting was a trap, and the cell just barely survived the encounter. The same could not be said of Walter’s car, however. This encounter did give the cell a lead on the Beaters however, and December would start with a renewed sense of urgency as the Bible Beaters’ death toll climbed ever higher.


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