The Flickering Chronicles

Murder Will Out
Will murder out?

Prequel: Murder Will Out.

Weekend of 4.4.09 (3 sessions)

Participating: Task Force Agents William and Jake

The story began with VASCU agent Franklin Kim rushing the cell to what he believed was The Calculator’s next victim. The Calculator was a serial killer who had been randomly shooting or stabbing victims to death leaving strange and complex mathematical formulas scrawled across the victms’ walls. Kim believed that someone at the department had cracked the Calculator’s code enough to predict the next target.

The Cell arrived to find Sandra Myer dying. The Cell administered some quick field first aid to stabilize the woman enough to describe her assailant. She described a large dark skinned man with a leather ‘gimp’ mask. They determined the Calculator had moved on, but found a large, expensive tailored coat. After a brief interview with the tailor yielded an address that may have been the killer’s.

Upon making entry to the large, penthouse the agents were assaulted by a horrible spider creature of metal and flesh. After a rather exacting fight with the Seventh Execution, the cell managed to best it, and investigate the apartment. They found the true occupant of the penthouse, murdered. They also found a letter suggesting a meeting between killers, and the possibility of a common master.

The agents staked out the meeting, only to be assaulted by a 7 foot tall woman with a large kukri. After a particularly vicious battle, the crew bested and set ablaze the woman. Agent Jake took the weapon for ‘further study’.

Detective Kim met the cell at their apartment, only to pull a gun and start babbling about a betrayal the cell was involved in some time ago. Kim revealed a letter that says as much from an anonymous source. Agent Jake found a similar letter implying a betrayal of his partner’s. The group managed to calm down after a brief scuffle.

Following a lead found on the large female assailant’s person, the cell checked out Green Fields retirement home, a rather pleasant villa of full care facilities. The cell found Donald Aitchison, an elderly, wheelchair bound resident, who fully admitted to writing letters with the intent to inspire murder. He also admitted to colluding with the mysterious woman and the Calculator. The agents steal a map hanging in Donald’s study and Donald himself back to a small motel. After some enhanced interrogation, the cell discovers the patron merely wants the killers to kill where the bodies will be sent to the West Bridge Hospital. Agent William decided that Donald was too dangerous to be left alive, and mercifully put a bullet in Don’s head, leaving Kim to deal with the mess.

After a brief investigation of the hospital, the cell is invited to a meeting by an ex-hunter who had dealt with the hospital before. He revealed that it was a demon who had fed from the bodies of those who had died violently. His cell had destroyed the creature with fire, but took heavy casualties, and all members had spread to the winds. One member, had recently come back to Philly to set up a small occult shop, and facilitate the travel of information to those on the Vigil. He theorized that somehow the demon must have returned to the hospital.

The cell prepared for an assault on the hospital, creating rather sophisticated flamethrowers from super soakers and aim ‘n flames. Jake, dressed as a doctor, pushed a gurney with agent Will and the armaments in a body bag into the hospital. After a few brief, but potentially violent encounters with the elevators, Jake pushed forward toward the morgue where eventually the bustle of the hospital seemed to have been abandoned. A door in the hall knocked over the gurney and The Calculator himself emerged from a nearby room. He immediately set to attacking the two, handily keeping both occupied for a time. All the while the Calculator kept babbling about his master being the hospital. Once the two managed to get their bearings and their flamethrowers, they downed the Calculator in short order.

The fight had inspired the evacuation of the hospital, so screaming and chaos were already spreading, but then the main power went out. The PA around the cell played out a phone call to 911 that suggested men matching their description were taking hostages. The cell was soon joined by SWAT, who gave little quarter. The two agent immediately began fleeing, and it wasn’t long until SWAT opened fire. After tense struggle with a seemingly supernaturally sealed door to the stairwell, the cell managed to begin moving out of the basement, and also escalate the moving gunfight. The door out of the stairwell a few floors up proved to steadfast (and a Dramatic Failure ripped the door handle off) and the cell began to realize that they were out gunned. They surrendered their weapons and badges. The SWAT checked in with the local FBI, which allowed Kim to vouch for the cell, enough for the Men in Black to disappear, but the demon occupying the hospital remained, gaining power.

XP: 12 PXP: 17

Church and State, Chapter 1
What happens when Church and State collide?

Volume 1 – Church and State

Chapter 1 3.6.09

Participating members: Danials, Klark, Kohen

Meeting for the first time, the Philadelphia cell of the Malleus Malificarum, composed of Ryan “Reno” Klark and Gabriel Daniels, were given a tip about suspicious activity at an abandoned hospital. A brief investigation lead them to the basement, where they were greeted by a cacophony of clanging metal and a stranger who subdued them in short order.

A day later, Valkyrie agent Walter Kohen began work in Philadelphia despite his partner’s mysterious delay. He too was given a tip regarding the hospital. He too was lead to the basement, only to find the bound members of the Hammer. Having been freed, the two priests chose to appear bound as their apparent captor checked in. Something Reno said caught the man’s attention and forced a quick departure, leaving the Hunters together in a dark patient room. With several dozen members of the shambling dead outside the door.

After brief introductions, the extended cell made the best preparations they could and forced their way through the shambling horde outside the door. After reaching freedom, the cell witnessed a hooded figure carrying a large book emerge from the stairs and head deeper into the basement. The cell followed the figure into the boiler room just in time to see him lay waste to a yet unidentified person’s skull with a very large hammer, while another shadowy figure escaped through a large, iron door.

The cell scuffled briefly but brutally against the figure, who managed to make his escape through the tunnel thanks to the impending horde. The cell followed blindly into the tunnel, eventually arriving in the sewers. After a brief glimpse of a large decaying rat, the cell fled to the street.

The cell had a quick meet and greet that resulted in two members requiring hospitalization. The third, Gabriel, headed off to report.

XP:4 PXP: 9

C&S Chapter 2
The Siren's Song

Chapter 2


Participating: Kohen, Malone

Task Force Agent Walter Kohen, after some recuperation from his first foray into the North Bridge Hospital, decided to continue to investigate. This time, he investigated alone. He quickly made his way to the boiler room where he had encountered the hammer wielding killer.

At the same time Jack Malone, the local member of Ages Kai Doru, had been investigating the nearby sewers for rumored shambler activity. He emerged from the sewers into the very boiler room Kohen was standing in. The two’s brief meeting was interrupted by a rather large, rather decayed rat emerging from the tunnels. Malone utterly destroyed the rat with a single shot from his revolver.

The newly formed cell decided to cooperate and to delve deeper into the yet unexplored passages. Their search yielded a single metal security door. After much time spent kicking, the door did eventually give. Inside they found an empty coffin, a locked safe, and a dresser. The dresser yielded a small marble statue of the Madonna, which gifted the cell with temporary telepathy. They also found a pack of matches to an industrial goth club called Torment. The pair was assaulted by a creature not quite vampire. The two pumped some lead into the fiend after it had forcibly sucked the breath out of Jack Malone, and the assailant fled.

After a spectacular but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to enter the club, the duo returned to the small room in the hospital’s basement, this time with C4 to open the safe. The cell noted that the coffin had since been removed from the room, but had otherwise been untouched. Agent Kohen rigged up the C4 and blew the door. Walter removed the safe door, and immediately an air horn inside began blowing. Walter attempted to stop the noise, which triggered a bomb in the safe. The pair was blown to the other side of the room. Malone checked agent Kohen in to see Dr. Home, of Null Mysteriis, then split to find something to eat.

XP: 4 PXP: 7

Jack's Journal 1
Jack's Back, Baby!

Jack’s Journal

Friday, September 21st, 20XX

Jack’s Back Baby!

So it’s been a while since I’ve been in the thick of things like this; and I gotta say, I’ve missed it. As readers of these memoirs may know, it’s been a long time since I’ve been…on the hunt. And it feels as good this time, as it did the first. I do have a few regrets though.

I wish we wouldn’t have let that infernal blood sucker escape with his miserable existence. I’m not quite sure how he/it figures into all of the extra-normal activity, but I know he is a lynch pin. He didn’t register as the Nightstalkers normally do, which makes me nervous. Maybe he’s some kind of…hybrid? Who knows…he was out of there before we had a chance to finish our aggressive negotiations…but had he stuck around, I’m not sure there would have been more than a pile of ash to interrogate. And this guy was throwing curve balls…he pulled off some shit I’ve never even heard of.

I should state that I met another lone wanderer on the path of darkness-another soul guarding the Vigil-keeping an ever present eye on the things that go bump in the night. I don’t doubt his intentions or his resolve. He seems as sturdy as a partner as any i have had in my long tenure…both as Police Officer and Hunter. He’s right on par with the outfit in State College I was mixed up with…and he didn’t drink his troubles away or run tearing off into the day like a madman. He seems pretty clear-cut, pretty straight laced. He holds the visage of the “Men in Black”, and i gotta say, i don’t doubt it a bit. He was all for flashing his I.D. to get into the club, very tech savvy, had a private doctor in the ritzy Hospital, and was very professional. If that doesn’t scream company man…I don’t know what does. He seems trusting…something I feel may be his greatest flaw. But i think this…co-habitation? Partnership? This…liaison may work out just fine for all parties involved.

The other thing I regret was the stint in the Night Club. I think the situation could have been handled better on all accounts. I tried to punch things up on the fly, and may have inadvertently cost us our biggest lead. But bloodsuckers tend to be territorial and habitual-it won’t be long until we see him near that broken down hospital.

I’m also surprised, pleasantly so, to see how well the gear is working out. I think that the stuff I’m carrying will come in handy, but right now I’m doing just fine….just me and my .44. The claw was nice because while Walter was checking into the hospital, i was fresh as a daisy…just very hungry…which is why i bolted, because i was STARVED.

I think realistically our path down the dark trail has just begun…something isn’t sitting right with that building…between the shambling hordes, the giant eviscerated rats, and the vampires we got a real situation here. But I have the utmost confidence in my new-found partner, and i think we can put a dent in the Extra-Normal (another company word Walter used) in Philadelphia, and perhaps beyond. It will be interesting to see how this plays out- to put my faith in the guy who’s got my back in the field, or entrust my fate to the Fraternity to which i took an oath, and has fitted me with some of the best Monster elimination gear known to man.

But for right now, Walter has shown me nothing but trust, and I see no reason to betray that new-found comradery…unless the bastard is selling me out.

It’s nice to have a great balance…time for my family, and time for my personal pursuits. Still haven’t told the wife about all of this…dunno how she’d take it. Joel is a freshmen this year, going through freshman shit, and Rebecca is on her own at Temple. It leaves alot of time for Jessica and I…which is never a bad thing. And god bless my wife…she puts up with all of this, and never says a word. She probably deserves better than me, but don’t try and tell her that.

Well, time is pretty much at a stand still until Walter is released from the care of the cynical Dr.Home. So, until then I will spend time with my family…all of this puzzling me deep down inside…


C&S Chapter 3
Who knows what evil lurks in the clubs of men?

Chapter 3


Participating: Kohen, Malone

The cell decided to try the legal means of obtaining the club’s cooperation. The manager, Denise, was less than helpfull, suggesting that the two would be far better off with a warrant. The two were escorted out. Denise did take down Malone’s personal information and Kohen’s badge information before they departed.

After much deliberation, the cell decided to forcibly enter Torment from the rear. Jack paid a local youth to remove the camera watching the back door. Before the pair could make it to the door, a call from Jack’s wife indicating that the power and phone had been cut off. This stirred the cell to rapidly head toward Malone’s house and advise an evacuation by the family. The pair found two shut off notices, and nothing else. Jack took steps to get his power and phone turned back on with little hassle.

The two decided immediate shakedown was necessary. After a brief verbal exchange with the bouncer watching the back door in lieu of a camera, the pair pounced on the unwitting guard. There was a short but viscous fight resulting in the large bouncer being knocked out. The two made their way into the club, only to be assaulted by two more bouncers, which the cell subdued readily.

The cell ducked into Denise’s office planning to jump her upon her eventual return. Unfortunately, on of the bouncers had gone into shock with no treatment, thus necessitating medical and police intervention.

Denise did eventually make it to her office, coincidentally with a police officer. The officer called for help, despite the pair seemingly cooperating at this point. Malone was already in handcuffs when Walter popped a smoke grenade and dove for the hallway. Jack followed, and a rather frantic chase ensued. The cell managed to escape with very little further collateral damage. Now the cell’s future remains uncertain at best.

XP: 3

Jack's Journal 2
I Fucked Up . . .

Jack’s Journal

1st Weekend in October. 20XX

I Fucked Up…

What the fuck happened? Everything was so promising…we were on the lead to the vampire, we were finally starting to get somewhere, and then all hell broke loose. What happened? I’ll tell you what happened: I fucked up. I Fucked Up. And no matter how many times I say it, i write it, i think it, or i feel it…nothing fills the void…nothing makes the pain go away.

Because of me a well meaning bouncer just doing his job may be dying. Or dead. Because of me a city was panicked. Because of me a man lost his livlihood, and quite possibly could end up in prison. Because of me, my children now has to accept the fact that daddy is crazy. Because of me, I now know pain.

Pain is not having your nose broken. Pain is not the razor sharp claws of a wolf digging your meat from your bones. Pain is not having your essence sucked from you at an alarming rate, helplessly cast aside as a McDonald’s wrapper. Pain is losing everything. Pain is hurting the ones you love. Pain is losing your grip on reality. Pain is losing all hope.

Hope is just a fleck on our rear view mirror as we careen helplessly into the abyss.

How can i fix this? I can’t. There is no amount of spirit cleansing that wash away this guilt…this…eptiness. Because of me dozens of people are hurting. Hundreds more confused, and left bereft of explanation as to why a cop with an iron-cast resolve could let this happen…let alone be the axis of it…allowing it to spin wildly out of control around him.

I’m sorry Walter. You’re life is ruined because I couldn’t hold it together when shit got personal-despite years of training. You are probably the second biggest victim in this…because you were just being a good partner. You didn’t have to help me get answers…but you did. And how are you repaid? Being one of the most wanted men in Philadelphia- how does that sound? More? How about expulsion from your exclusive fraternity? I don’t even know who you represent, but i’m sure they don’t take kindly to their agents winding up on the eleven o clock news. You were just being a good partner-a good man.

I Fucked up.

Joel and Rebecca…neither of the two of you have done anything wrong, and yet because of me you will forever have the stigma of having a madman for a father. And the irony is that i am in command of my faculties. I know what i did…and i know why i did it-to protect the thing nearest and dearest to me. But maybe it’s for the best. If i’m not around, you can lead normal lives, without being the target of bizzare, or malicious attacks. I hope that you will take care of your mother through this. No matter what happens…I will never stop loving any of you.

Jessica…the real light of my life. The flickering candle that was dwindling was the one that I should have paid more attention to- not the one burning brighter and brighter. Because of me you now may lose your source of funds. You now have the burden of raising two children. You now have to lie awake every night, questioning whether the man you married was psychotic-able to do what they told you i did…what i did. Know that i was never crazy….just crazy in love. Maybe at some point i will give you the full story…God i hope so. Not in the hopes that we can reconcile…i don’t expect a goddess like you to take a piece of dirt like me back. But that maybe you’ll see that all i wanted was to protect my family.

I don’t know where we are. I don’t know where I am. I know that the second i am spotted in Philly riot police will jump out of every crevice to take me down. I believe i am a marked man…that my days my be numbered.

Am I worse than the monsters I hunt? Have I become the very thing in life that i despise?

The candle flickers still…growing dimmer every second. How long before the flame is snuffed out?


C&S October Recap
One Hell of a Halloween.

Due to my own rampant negligence, A large portion of the story went unlogged. Here is my best attempt to pierce the haze of my mind and get something cohesive down.

Denise Wendig offered to make the cell’s police problems go away in return for a favor, the elimination of Charles Wray. Denise had noted earlier that the two were pursuing him, and was interested in having a third party remove him. Denise acknowledged Charles’ undead nature, and pointed the cell toward the sewers.

After a haphazard trip into the lower depths of the city’s sewers, the cell encountered a man made collection of brick tunnels with no apparent application in sewage treatment. A brief exploration of the tunnels yielded the discovery of a small living quarters with one occupant, Sewer Billy. The cell and Billy had a rather standoffish exchange with the large, filth ridden man. While it became apparent that the cell and Billy were not to end up friends, they discovered a mutual dislike of the ‘scum sucker’ dwelling elsewhere in the tunnel system. Billy lead the cell to Wray’s strange dwelling, replete with several alters with matching zombies. After a brief skirmish with some of the undead help, the cell was able to easily stake and destroy the sleeping Wray.

Following this, the cell was given a tip from an anonymous source with startling insight into the cell’s activities. The tip directed the cell to investigate the Laural View Cemetery. Over the course of several night, the cell discovered the activity of at least one pack of shapeshifters, the Ukrainian mafia, and of a large number of strange, ethereal owls. Most of October was spent investigating the cemetery and trying to keep up with the Bible Beaters. Before the month was out, Jack had killed two werewolves, Walter got a ghost-owl, and the cell working together and got one Beater . . . which is how they found out there were more than one Beater. After the Beater attack a strange, large Ukrainian man and his large dog attacked the cell for no reason, beating them into unconsciousness. The Cell awoke in Torment’s basement, with Denise explaining how much the cell owe her.

On Halloween night Walter and Jack sneaked back to Laural View to destroy a particular mausoleum that they had deduced was the source of the wolves’ power. It had been home to a large number of spiders and their webs. Walter rigged the tomb to blow, and the cell vanished into the night, unaware of the chaos erupting in their wake.

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.

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

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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