Thursday, July 28, 2011

Up north

Is where we're heading. Both Atlas and Majesty have family in Canada, and we may be able to set up a safehouse where we can take care of our more pressing issues - such as Atlas' condition. I will update more thoroughly when we've settled down.

The previous inquiry still stands. There are two chances left.

Sunday, July 24, 2011


It wasn't her. It wasn't anyone. We were told to come to the man's apartment after around nine in the evening and he told us we should be thankful that he found our dog. I can't tell if this was a fault on our part or on his, but either way we didn't get our money back. So I'm having a fun week.

This one, for thought: Zap, pow, take that! I'll beat you! I'm an unstoppable force of chaos - soon, if I have anything to say about it, your maker will meet you.

You get three chances.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Awake this time

But something stopped me from answering her questions. Not anything technical, not that I was locked out of my account, but that I literally, physically was not able to click the "Post Comment" button.

The Compass and I have been doing our best to find any lead on Infinity. She's our first priority right now. Then the dog, then La Dame du Lac, and finally - our own duties.

We aren't even concerned about the Businessman, anymore. Not as much as we are with our other objectives.

The Compass, however, has been told that for a substantial sum we could not only be led to Infinity but she could be brought to us. With various funding originally intended for the Institute and our own wallets we've scraped enough together to both pay for this...service and still have enough to survive. This time, we'll keep her under lock and key until we've got either the time to jab her with a needle or the courage to

Well. I don't want to think about it.

I still owe you an answer to a question that hasn't been asked; take your time.

This one, for force: With a puff and a cough and a vroom, vroom, vroom, this one very special man could, very quickly, make your head go boom boom boom.

You get three chances.

Monday, July 18, 2011

The witchchilde angers me.

His ability to win over allies ande his insistence on persevering is troublesome.

I wouldst suggeste discouraging him from this pathe.

Aiden Clarke: 27
Kay: 22
Omega: 21
Justice: 20
Nolan Zuckerman: 17
Hakurei Ryuu: 16
Jean: 14
bravethestorm: 13
The Messenger: 10
AmalgamationSage: 8
Fawkes: 8
TheShadyLady: 8
Maduin the Jester: 6

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Friday, July 15, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011


We've been together at the Institute for a long time, but we haven't been...together. With all of us here, we're sure to find Infinity. If we don't die first.

Atlas is in a horrible condition. I'm afraid he might not make it. He assures me he's fine, but he can't move his neck, and subsequently can't see the state his body is in.

The others are fine but for fatigue and a few scrapes and bruises, but a good deal of them are still in shock. I'm in awe at the power the Businessman has over our minds. Squirm, Star, the Compass, and I are the only ones not too traumatized to talk. If you had known these people before they got like this - well, you'd be as scared as I am right now.

There's also the matter of the dog. Squirm is doing his best to coax it into acting, but it stands still as a statue. There's not a doubt in my mind that this is Solomon. Not that it took much working out to realize. As for La Dame du Lac, well, she hasn't shown up. Not in person, anyway.

There's one thing, at least, that's gone right: the elephant arrived safely. Granted, the package got there with a bit more than I remember putting in it, but that's an issue I simply don't have the wherewithal to think about, much less deal with.


There will be no inquiry today. You have, however, earned a question of me. Ask, and I shall answer.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Rally point

Guess, we're coming to you. Stay where you are, and we'll be there within the hour.

To direct, to instruct, to lead, to guide: the Compass.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


This one, for rebirth: The feathered phoenix, made of fire, encompassing all that we desire: immortality, good health, and extremely good looks; but there's one certain man, a phoenix in his own right, who died a hero, not a mook.

You get three chances.

Monday, July 4, 2011


I'd have posted sooner, but there have been no developments. I survive, I think, I watch. The dog watches me watching. I'd go after Infinity if I had any idea where she was.

The correct answer to the previous inquiry was Morningstar.

This one, for joy: After stealing his thorny crown, you made an appointment with the king - but you were late, very late, and that's a very bad thing.

You get three chances.