Chaosdate: 75.32.9999974 – Universe, Universe it’s a hell of a town.
Rose’s shadow must be surrounded by motherfuckers that want a piece of me.
Well, sort of. At first, when I left, I couldn’t find any. Which was unfortunate, cuz at that time I wanted to see how well this demonic form handles. And Rose didn’t win any originality points when it came to how this thing looked. Or is it a reflection of me? She did say it was an extension of her own will.
But then, I found some guys. People that didn’t look like they’d be a challenge. And they weren’t. Then some other guys were out here: tougher, armed and armored. A tougher battle, but a few uprooted trees and flayed faces did the trick. Then tougher still, and still defeated. And now I just took down some giant motherfucker with one eye. After this there better not be anyone.
Hrm. I guess I’ll keep going. Going “down.”
When I was very young I saw a map of the cosmos, with Amber on the top and the Courts on the bottom.
I don’t really know if I’m doing this world-shifting thing correctly.
But I’m going down.
And walking and walking and it’s really bright out here.
Nice shadey forest, in the distance, just as I cross over this hill.
Hrm. That’s convenient.
I stop and look around. Mountains, hills, valleys, trees. It does seem natural. Hrm.
“I WOULD LIKE THE TREES TO BE BLUE!”
Well. (I keep walking). I think I’m figuring out this pattern busi-.
The trees are blue.
Hrm. Hrm. I think I get it now. And it’ll make where I want to go easier.
Jeezus, this is tiring. Stopping to try the Logrus didn’t help. I’m thinking I’m getting the hang of these. But christ, it’s tiring.
Cassandra: I don’t know either.
Me: But what, exactly is Peter?
Cassandra: Yes, well, if we ever need to knock over a joint I’m sure you’ll be more than ready to offer your services.
Cassandra: I thought perhaps he’d be a manifestation of all the anger, fear, or embarassment you’ve been surpressing, but…
Me: But I’m not surpressing it, I’m healing it.
Cassandra: Yes, well it cou-
Me: Are you saying there’s going to be another version of me that’s made up of “surpressed” broken bones and severed limbs, and he’s gonna pop out of me at some point, too, huh?
Cassandra: It was just an idea I had. And you don’t need to project your insecurities on me. I’m not saying anything you haven’t already thou-
Maybe I should find some real life friends.
I used to do that once. Maybe it’s a good idea to start it up again. I have this sinking suspicion that at some point I’m going to hafta go toe-to-toe with Eathon. I don’t know why. I like the ess-oh-bee. And I’m not planning on getting into Rose’s way. Hell, maybe I might take her up on the offer.
Shits and giggles, at least.
There’s that, too. Granted, I see that happening as much as I see me having to fight Eathon.
Will you guys shut up?
Some place nice.
I KNOW WHAT TYPE OF DEMON THIS
BUT I DON’T
DO I KNOW THIS TYPE OF DEM-
Okay, time to let shit it the fan.