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| [Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 7:35 am] |
Subject: ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/community.gif) free_form E-Mail |
From: Alexis Devereaux
To: Emmeline Keddle; Corbett Renfroe; Destiny Brown; Jo Duncan; Mallory Quinn; Rhiannon Lee
Subject: Translation
I'll be telephoning or meeting you individually to make sure you get this, but that should hopefully just be a redundant exercise.
I was given the task of assisting with the translation of what appear to be engraved characters of some sort. Having just received said-items, I've done just that and you'll be pleased to know the Council got right on it (I'm hoping my words with them about this area might have had some impact), passing on the following information. From what I was told, these are to do with an encounter Ms Lee had with something termed a 'Defiler'.
Hope this comes in useful.
For the researchers among you, I was informed there were essentially five basic sections to the message, each with their own theme. At first glance, it could be confused with Sumerian, but that's something to do it having a common 'root'. That's what they tell me, anyway.
Linguistics are not my personal speciality.
Section 1: ANCHOR
Section 2: OPEN (Could also be interpreted as 're-open' - contextual.)
Section 3: DOOR/GATE
Section 4: WHAT ONCE WAS
Section 5: TWO WORLDS AS ONE
Although it could be random, the experts tell me the pattern's meant to be linear. This essentially means you should read it in order and take it as read that's what it means.
Quite how an anchor is meant to open anything, I don't know, but my job isn't to question the why of it.
On a personal note, Corbett? Rhiannon? I gather a young man named Connor was involved in the initial incident. If you know how, I'd like to get in contact with him.
- Alex Devereaux |
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| [Monday, January 15, 2007 at 11:53 pm] |
| Subject: free_form One Senses a Pattern Developing |
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"Like a leach it feeds on the blood we spill. In chaos we'll break the lock."
I haven't a clue if Hayden's clue has anything to do with what took place, but then I've not exactly been keeping up on current events. Let's briefly recap, shall we?
I help to arrange the Slayer training facility to be constructed. Hayden seems to trust me a little more, but not too long before taking off on some personal crusade. I don't know why and I'm not going to judge, but it could have happened at a better time, I'm thinking.
Still, who's to say? From what was written, it seems like he probably thought much the same about my getting here.
Anyway, shortly after that, I get temporarily relocated. I leave a message of my own with the shop-keeper, Emmeline, whose property seems to be the nexus point for whatever extent of a communications network they've got. With one crisis over, the powers that be (a few of the Council types believe that's actually the official name for God or whatever, can you believe that?) decide to unleash in Las Vegas, everything goes haywire and now I've been recalled with a pat on the head.
If my talents are all that invaluable, I say they give me a raise... Anyway. Stuff, yeah.
So, here I am again. Proof, if any, that there really is more to here than dust and diners.
Sent messages to the following, indicating my return, and a notification/reminder of where the facility is, for a neutral meeting place:
Kris
Hayden
Matthew
Emmeline
Aidan
William
Corbett
Destiny
Devon
Jo
Mallory
Rhiannon
Eva
As one can see, there's more than a few bouncing returns... Either there's been a sudden lack of faith in service providers, or our quota of good guys to bad has gone more South than expected. |
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| [Thursday, October 19, 2006 at 7:57 pm] |
| Subject: free_form Notes - Hayden Maragos' Departure |
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(1) Briefly met Emmeline Keddle. Owner of a store stocking occult materials. Obtained Maragos' materials. Wish I'd known what they'd contained beforehand! Have to speak with her again... She performed some type of spell to shield both his physical self and any thoughts he might have projected.
(2) Had already known about the local spectral entity known as 'Elfleda'. Maragos, however, appears to have been preoccupied with her and now I know why. Some tentative clues in previous notes have suggested she might be empathic in nature. This appears to be the reason for his recent decision.
(3) Some reference was made to an illusionary 'marriage' with "a half-demon", arising out of him and someone or something known as 'Sonya' getting drunk. Local? Not sure. Gives the impression of her being more confused than aggressive, but not so much for 'Devora' - one of the demonic parents of whoever and whatever Sonya might be.
(4) Something exists in the mines. Most seemed to think it was rift or portal. Maragos discovered it was a metaphysical prison cell. Uncertain as to how he came by this conclusion. References to meeting 'Elfleda' again. Did she influence? Even more to demonic entities involved in the construction of a "stronghold" in the mines. The being is allegedly referenced as "the Exile". Exiled from what? Whatever it is, "thousands of years" were estimated as a minimum age and, most interestingly, some variety of truce between factions of light and dark. Something about both of them fearing it being unleashed.
(5) With no word yet received, can only presume something untoward has taken place. Does this being know now what he did? No indication. Now have to attempt co-ordination with whoever is left. Council has been notified of the present situation. Kris Michaels, Slayer, has apparently left the area. Wondering how many still remain. |
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| [Monday, August 7, 2006 at 3:15 am] |
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| [Sunday, June 11, 2006 at 5:53 pm] |
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| [Tuesday, May 30, 2006 at 1:51 pm] |
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| [Tuesday, April 25, 2006 at 3:17 am] |
| Subject: free_form Doing What's Needed |
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Let's see...
Watchers:
Hayden Maragos
Matthew Stone
Aidan Revere
William Carruthers
Corbett Renfroe
Slayers:
Kris Michaels
Rhiannon Lee
Jo Duncan
Destiny Brown
Eva Naliwajko
Civilians:
Mallory Quinn
Emmeline Keddle
Devon O'Connell
I think that's everyone, right? I've left messages on their telephone services, plus sent E-mails. It's annoying to have to keep constructing some sort of ambiguously generic introduction as to my working for 'the Council', hoping that I haven't just got the wrong details, but at least Maragos and Quinn should remember me. Renfroe, too, but I'm not sure what sort of a mental state he's presently in.
For the Slayers, I said to get in contacted with their charges to confirm who I am. Going to be damn embarrassing if some of those numbers and accounts really are wrong, but what can you do? It's not like I've given them my apartment number, in any case. Just telephone and E-mail details. For all I know, a few of them might've got themselves fangs. The impression I got was that they don't communicate terribly much with one another, as a whole. That's why I've been put over here, after all.
I did say that there's something we need to touch base on, which is true. We've yet to meet, in a lot of cases, but this ritualistic violence thing seems like it's my first real opportunity to do what I'm meant to.
Well, I've done my part. I'll be checking in with a few of them again, in the case of those I don't hear back from. Hopefully, this should go smoothly. |
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| [Friday, April 21, 2006 at 7:31 am] |
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| [Friday, April 7, 2006 at 7:37 pm] |
| Subject: free_form The To-Do List |
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Kris
Matthew
Emmeline
Aidan
William
Destiny
Devon
Jo
Rhiannon
Eva
See that list? Those are the people I've yet to get in contact with. So far, I've already met Mallory (a civilian) and two Council employees. Speaking of which, the most recent communication from Hayden bodes well. I replied with two or three of the most likeliest locations.
Basically, not too far from town and not too near to arouse suspicion. There's a nice sort of miniature hill in town, but I think setting the facility into the side of that would just cause too much interest.
The summary reports are... Well, they're downright intriguing. Also a little off-putting, too - I can't say that I'm too thrilled about this 'Elfleda' character being in town. Especially if her MO is basically to hurt/convert anyone who takes an interest in getting our side organised.
The Council was none too pleased at that name being brought up, I can tell you. It's one of those 'we don't have much, but what we do have is bad' situations. I somehow get the distinct impression that name might be partially to blame for the lack of assistance here. That's only a guess, of course.
Still, one would have thought that a meteorological phenomenon, composed of flesh and blood falling from the sky, should have at least sparked their curiosity, no? That it was concentrated on the town, as opposed to anywhere else in this big sandy expanse of nothingness, leads me to think it was aimed for someone here, but who? Or was it inadvertent?
Well, the world hasn't quite blown up yet, so here's to hoping we're safe.
For the present time being, at least. |
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| [Tuesday, February 14, 2006 at 11:31 pm] |
| Subject: free_form Reflecting |
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Initiated contact with Renfroe. Odd bird - seemed quite distracted and blamed it on tiredness, but there was something beyond a simple lack of sleep at work there. Why not wish to at least sit down?
Seem to be encountering difficulty where communication is concerned. Even he seemed to be somewhat unaware of the various goings on, which leads me to speculate as to why and as we all know (or should), speculation is not necessarily a good thing. Mallory Quinn (introduced herself as 'Quinn', but I discovered from some of the locals that it happens to be her last name) is obviously an outsider, yet she gave the impression of knowing even more than he did.
Have left details for him to pass on. No way of knowing if that'll help, but it's a start.
Have begun to wonder if this might not be one of the most bizarre operational locations. Huge and ancient 'boxes' getting dug up out of the sand? What was up with that? |
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| [Monday, January 30, 2006 at 7:53 am] |
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| [Sunday, January 29, 2006 at 11:37 am] |
| Subject: free_form Day 1 - What's The What |
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Searchlight, Nevada.
Strange sort of area, this. I did what checking I could, but it's still odd, being here. The best way to describe it is if God took a trailer park and dumped it in the Old West. Went to the little museum they've got here. The 'grand tour' consists of a VHS player (it's weird seeing those things) and a tape with instructions to put it in and press 'play'.
Some tough old bird by the name of Verlie Doing cropped up on screen, speaking about how people talk of leaving but never do. Like something keeps them here.
Yeah, that made me feel all warm and cuddly inside, thanks grandma...
Not exactly the high-life around here, is it? Sort of how Florida might be if you filled up the Everglades with dust. I'm personally expecting Clint Eastwood's younger self to ride into town any day now.
Still, I did notice there's some old mines nearby. I'll have to check, but I'd imagine that might be what's keeping the local Slayer contingent occupied around here. God knows, one can only hope it's not the McDonalds.
Guess I'll have to put out some feelers and find out where all the Watchers are holed up. I don't hold out much hope for morale, if my motel's anything to go by, but we'll see. |
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