Keahi Journal
It's amazing what a day of rest will do for someone. Of course it's complicated when that day of rest brings a whole new type of stress to you. BUt then, the trouble in Creation never sleeps, neither can its defenders--whatever form they take. And I should be glad we made it out of the cult in one piece. Of course, how they found out about me is a bit worrisome. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Dream cleanly dispatched the last Blood Ape, and I have at last figured out exactly what he is. The girls that follow him make more sense now, although what he did with that Earth Aspect does worry me. I'll have to be extra careful to stay on his good side. The last thing I need is an angry Zenith after me. I like my mind where and how it is, thank you. After the demon was killed, we all smelled smoke and I remembered the Elder's office. I raced back to the office and found it burning with green fire. At first I worried it was pyre fire, but it did not seem right. After deciding that I would be all right for a brief time, I prepared to leap in.
And that STUPID GUNSLINGER STOPPED ME! He quite literally grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and held me in the air. The idiot even burned his own hand despite Dream and me telling him that it was all right. When we finally convinced him, rather than being a gentleman and setting me down, the son of a bitch THREW me in! Pyre fire or not, even I could have gotten hurt with this stuff. I can't believe he threw me in! I apologized for burning his hand, but if he thinks I meant it, he is sorely mistaken! Not that it matters, first of all it was his own fault for his hand getting burned, and second he didn't even really accept my apology. I swear by all five of the dragons if we didn't need him so much to take down Crimson Tempest, I'd leave him here with the rest of the barflies.
He threw me in!
To make matters worse I wasn't even able to save anything! Dream tried to help, but it was useless. It might not have been if Mr. Firey Guns and No Brains had just let me go in. It wasn't like he even actually cared about me, he just wanted to make sure someone paid for his drinks. Oh no don't worry about all the knowledge we could have collected! Never mind about that! We can't let him go without his booze! I like a drink as much as the next person, but his obsession is ridiculous. Arg! He's not supposed to be doing the thinking. He fires at and kills what we tell him to, that's his place. Leave the decisions up to myself, Dream, and Haze. We might all get through this alive...and not thrown around!
I'm mad not only at Ondolee, but myself. Haze is hurt, badly, and it will take her a long time to recover. She had asked to come with me when I started the whole investigation. I had told her to stay because I thought she would be bored. She doesn't seem like the scholarly type, after all. I'd told her to stay because I didn't want anything to happen that would put her and the others at risk. Maybe if I had brought her with me, things would have ended up different. She, of course, is her usual chipper self and doesn't seem phased by the wounds she's taken. I have to admire her strength in that way. I'll make this up to her somehow. I know I will...I just have to figure out how.
I'm used to knowing I'm being watched. The White Registry has been keeping their eye on me for a long time--although here is a bit out of their reach-- and I know that one of my grandfather's friends keeps tabs on me somehow. I also suspect that one of my old professors also keeps up with what I'm doing, although I have no proof of that. So I'm not sure why I was so upset to find out that furries are watching me too. Well maybe not just me, but the whole group. Still, they were the mates of the Solars, so it makes sense they would come looking for them. But why are they concerned about me? His kind kills my kind with gleeful smiles and animal cries. I'm not scared of death, but it's the waiting I can't stand. State your purpose or get it over with. This furry did neither, and that just makes me more edgy.
I think I will persude the group to stay on. It shouldn't be hard. The dumbass can drink, Haze can heal, and Dream and I can discuss our next move against Crimson Tempest so he can get his dreams made into reality.
I can't BELIEVE he THREW me!
Dream cleanly dispatched the last Blood Ape, and I have at last figured out exactly what he is. The girls that follow him make more sense now, although what he did with that Earth Aspect does worry me. I'll have to be extra careful to stay on his good side. The last thing I need is an angry Zenith after me. I like my mind where and how it is, thank you. After the demon was killed, we all smelled smoke and I remembered the Elder's office. I raced back to the office and found it burning with green fire. At first I worried it was pyre fire, but it did not seem right. After deciding that I would be all right for a brief time, I prepared to leap in.
And that STUPID GUNSLINGER STOPPED ME! He quite literally grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and held me in the air. The idiot even burned his own hand despite Dream and me telling him that it was all right. When we finally convinced him, rather than being a gentleman and setting me down, the son of a bitch THREW me in! Pyre fire or not, even I could have gotten hurt with this stuff. I can't believe he threw me in! I apologized for burning his hand, but if he thinks I meant it, he is sorely mistaken! Not that it matters, first of all it was his own fault for his hand getting burned, and second he didn't even really accept my apology. I swear by all five of the dragons if we didn't need him so much to take down Crimson Tempest, I'd leave him here with the rest of the barflies.
He threw me in!
To make matters worse I wasn't even able to save anything! Dream tried to help, but it was useless. It might not have been if Mr. Firey Guns and No Brains had just let me go in. It wasn't like he even actually cared about me, he just wanted to make sure someone paid for his drinks. Oh no don't worry about all the knowledge we could have collected! Never mind about that! We can't let him go without his booze! I like a drink as much as the next person, but his obsession is ridiculous. Arg! He's not supposed to be doing the thinking. He fires at and kills what we tell him to, that's his place. Leave the decisions up to myself, Dream, and Haze. We might all get through this alive...and not thrown around!
I'm mad not only at Ondolee, but myself. Haze is hurt, badly, and it will take her a long time to recover. She had asked to come with me when I started the whole investigation. I had told her to stay because I thought she would be bored. She doesn't seem like the scholarly type, after all. I'd told her to stay because I didn't want anything to happen that would put her and the others at risk. Maybe if I had brought her with me, things would have ended up different. She, of course, is her usual chipper self and doesn't seem phased by the wounds she's taken. I have to admire her strength in that way. I'll make this up to her somehow. I know I will...I just have to figure out how.
I'm used to knowing I'm being watched. The White Registry has been keeping their eye on me for a long time--although here is a bit out of their reach-- and I know that one of my grandfather's friends keeps tabs on me somehow. I also suspect that one of my old professors also keeps up with what I'm doing, although I have no proof of that. So I'm not sure why I was so upset to find out that furries are watching me too. Well maybe not just me, but the whole group. Still, they were the mates of the Solars, so it makes sense they would come looking for them. But why are they concerned about me? His kind kills my kind with gleeful smiles and animal cries. I'm not scared of death, but it's the waiting I can't stand. State your purpose or get it over with. This furry did neither, and that just makes me more edgy.
I think I will persude the group to stay on. It shouldn't be hard. The dumbass can drink, Haze can heal, and Dream and I can discuss our next move against Crimson Tempest so he can get his dreams made into reality.
I can't BELIEVE he THREW me!