Saturday, August 31, 2013

Busy, Busy, Busy

   Back again for another late update. I've been busy training Ms. Cartwright. She learns fast. Suffice to say, even I feel a bit reluctant to fight hand-to-hand with her. Even more so when she is armed with a staff. She'll definitely be a useful member of the Commander's agency.

   So, since I knew I would be busy, I sent a runner on an errand. To keep watch on S, and tail them. I am expecting a report Monday.

   Next matter is interesting. I paid a visit to the English doctor who Mr. Carter had called 'Doc.' I showed the sample of the blood. He compared to the sample they had on file. They were identical in enough ways that he thinks the sample is from Mr. Carter. The main difference: he believes the sample in my possession was taken after Mr. Carter activated the failsafe. Which is an impossibility as I designed that failsafe (in hindsight: a mistake) to completely destroy all traces of bio-organic material. So, Ms. Med, there may be some usable antibodies in the sample. If you want it, it's yours. It appears to be clean of azoth, and definitely has an increase of white blood cells. In fact, that was one of the few differences between the samples. Doc mentioned it immediately. He also had noted small mutations in a few of the cells.

   I will update this if anything happens. Until then, keep it up. Whoever you are. And whatever you do. Unless you're Morningstar. In which case I will politely ask you to go dig a hole and bury yourself in it. -- Jack

Edit 1 (9/1/13 @ 1:00 PM): Report came in. She lost them. The driver is good. Too good. From what she saw, the driver changed vehicles at least 5 times. And the driver still lost her. I've checked the known vehicles, no evidence of any kind. They look like they were just acquired from a new car lot. No prints, no documents, nothing. Whoever it is that has an interest in S, they must have some serious backing.

   Lastly, for now, I think it may be time for a new host. Normally, after using one for too long, weird things start occurring.From hallucinations, to forgetfulness, and once a bit of psychosis. Earlier today, I could've sworn that I saw Mr. Carter. Or at least, someone who has the same height, body size, etc. I didn't see his face, he had a hat covering it. But, he stood watching me for a time before walking away. Went into an alley. A dead-end alley. He wasn't there. So, the search is on for a new host. Not everyone is compatible. I had one lined up, but they aren't alive anymore. So, any takers? No. Good, that's probably for the best. Sometimes, I loath my existence. That's all for now.

Edit 2 (9/5/13 @ 4:30 PM): After a short visit to S earlier, I remembered something. Today would have been Mr. Carter's birthday. If he was still alive. Made me stop for a few minutes and mourn him again. Also reminded me that I hadn't done the memorial yet. Something to do this weekend. He deserves it. That's all for now, I'm gearing up for a mission.

Edit 3 (9/8/13 @ 9:17 PM): Never got the word to move in on that 'mission'. Should have. To make up for it, I'm watching the hospital.  Will be pretty busy. Trying to blend in with the staff. So far, so good.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

A Little Later than Expected

   Well, I've been busy, so this had to wait. Which explains why it's being posted on Sunday, and not Friday.

   First matter: Morningstar. He was having some...issues yesterday (or today depending on your timezone). I decided to give him a bit of company until his help showed up. Long story short, I left pretty quickly to avoid any 'incidents' with his help. Though I did see something hilarious: the look on Morningstar's face! He was terrified! Almost like a child is of the dark.

   So, on to more important matters. I was approached by a man Tuesday. He told me who he worked for, then brought me to the airport. There was sitting a V-22 Osprey aircraft. Heavily modified. It looked sleeker, and more aerodynamic. It also had a higher top speed than a normal Osprey, about 550 Km/H. When our trip was complete, I found myself in Alaska. A military installation. I met the commander: Commander Cartwright. They are the same group that had held Carter. I cannot say their name, because I've made a deal with Cartwright to preserve their anonymity. He was the British lieutenant from before. His predecessor was killed during a raid on their old base. He gave me a tour of their facilities: housing wings for all stationed there, medical wing, training area, command room, archives, observatory, lounge, mess hall, armory, storage, garage, hanger, etc. The facility has multiple floors, and seems to be self-sufficient.

   The reason I was brought there was to help his sister. His sister is turning 16 in a few months, and apparently that is the age where they accept volunteers. He wants me to train her. We made a deal about it. I started training her. Started simple, with basic firearms training. She learns quickly, though, so it will be simple.

   That's all that has happened, along with the two above, S has disappeared. Again. There is definitely a pattern. And, lastly, I think it might be time. That blood sample. I think it was Carter's blood. I have no idea of where it came from. As there was no body left. I'm hoping for a second opinion, but thought I should say something about this.

   As things update, I'll add edits. Check back often.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Let Me Set the Matter Straight

   Before I begin, I have one thing to say. It is to all of you simple-minded proxies. A lot of you are obviously excluded as you actually can think. Do not try and attack me. It will not end well. For you. To clarify, I was attacked by a group of proxies earlier. 15 to be exact. 13 died, one was taken into police custody, and 1 tried to run away into the Path. I say tried because he was extremely injured and most likely is dead. This is your one and only warning. If you attack me, I will kill you. No second thoughts, no remorse. And it will not lead to my death, as it is self-defense.

   On to other matters. Such as a quick recap:
  • I am still at strike one.
  • The girl disappeared. Again. I will bet on her mysteriously returning on Monday.
  • The blood still complicated. I will not say anything yet, as I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. 
   That's all that's happened so far. I will edit this post as things happen until next Friday. So check back often. -- Jack

Edit 1 (August, 19):
   What a busy day. I was right, she reappeared. This time while I was watching. A black SUV pulled into the driveway. She got out, said a few words to the driver and then a noticeable change could be seen on her face. It was as if the SUV ceased to exist from her point-of-view.  Anyways, from my vantage point, I had managed to place a tracking device on it. Followed it into the city. The driver was doing every stunt from the book to ensure that no one was tailing him. Too bad I have more experience though.
   It pulled into the airport. I waited. The device hadn't moved for about 30 minutes before I went in. I found the device, but no SUV. The device was sitting neatly on a rock with a note saying, 'Nice try.' In that 30 minute time-frame, one helicopter and two planes left the airport. Both planes were large enough to accommodate the SUV. It was a regional airport, so they couldn't have gone far. Now that I know there is a third party involved, it's time to look for a motive. What could they possibly need her for that only happens on weekends?

   Other than that, nothing interesting occurred. I'll keep adding on to this as events occur.

Saturday, August 10, 2013


   Well, this is intriguing. The girl is missing. I decided to pay her a visit and break the news of Mr. Carter's death. She wasn't there. I feel like I should be worried about this. No one has noted her disappearance either. I will investigate into this further.

    In other news, Kit is looking depressed. She hasn't left the rooftop since his death. She occasionally will look at me, but big black eyes tend to not show emotion. I am at an impasse, I feel like I bonded with the creature because of Mr. Carter. He was the reason that she stayed around. Now that he's dead, I wonder what she'll do?

   Earlier this week, I made a deal with a Runner. She wanted temporary protection from Proxies and Faceless. In return, she errands for me when I needed them. So far there have been 7 proxy deaths involved in her case. Faceless showed up, saw me, and proceeded to leave. He was angry. Very angry.

    Lastly, for now, the offer is still open to anyone. I am willing to help. I have already crossed the line and am now directly involved. I shall use this blog and the late Mr. Carter's email for my business. Extra news can be found in the comments section. Or in edits to this post. So check back often!

    In the words of Mr. Carter, 'Stay Safe' -- Jack

Edit 1: Wow, first edit already. I must be popular.
   First is that I've gotten a new avatar.
  Second is important (slightly more). I received a warning! Earlier today at 5:23 PM: "A warning from Attendant Michael. You are above the Norm. Greater than human. But there are rules. You belong on the sidelines. A commodity bound by rules. But you have broken those rules. Overstepped bounds. Go back. Or we will force you back. Three Warnings as per the norm. Three chances. At the End of the Third, The Attendants shall come and drag you off to the Maw of Eden."  Sounds fantastic! He called me a 'commodity.' How kind! You know what they say at the baseball games, three strikes and you're out! This is going to be fun.
   And the third. The most important. I found something that excited me earlier. On the doorstep, there was sitting a box with my name on it! What was inside perplexed me. A vial. Containing blood. The note inside said I may find someone who can use it. So busy. I'll keep you all updated!

Edit 2 (August 12th): The girl is back. I discreetly was trying to find out where she went. No luck, I'm going to have to keep a watch on her house.
  I sent the blood sample to Med, whenever she's feeling well, I hope she'll be able to clear up the...confusion it's caused.
  That's all for now. Oh, what's that? You expected me to say that I'm going back to being neutral? Some have high expectations... 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Mr. Carter's Final Report

   He's dead. On Sunday, he activated the 'failsafe.' There weren't even any ashes left. Here's the transcript of the last recording he made:

[Transcript Begins]

  I hope this thing's...
  ...on. Because I won't try to do this again.
[More coughing]
  Things went downhill after my last report.
  I had finally done it! I found way to separate the Azoth! Only to fall asleep while holding a tube full of acid. Destroying every sample, and even all of my notes.
  I can't even remember how I did it. I just did. Right now, I'm sitting on the bed in here shivering and hating myself. I can't take any more samples, I've already gone far past the 'you should stop drawing blood' point.
{Slight chuckles]
  There's only one thing left to do. So, don't lose hope everyone. There is a way. We can win this. We can survive.
  This is Carter, signing off.

[End Transcript]

    After I had received the recording, he activated the failsafe. All that survived in his lab were the file cabinets. I've compiled all of it into a package. Ms. Med, you will receive your package soon. I removed the file about you, however. Everything else is yours to use as you see fit.

   I also have been reading many of these blogs while deciding what to do. I've come to a conclusion: it's time for me to stop being neutral. Rules be damned. Normally when I take human form and I have thoughts like this, I call that form 'defective' and find another. Not this time. Of course, I'll still will be my regular self. Just with less 'rules' that I follow. Including any that may or may not cause paradoxes. In other words: if I can, I will help anyone who deserves it. Even if it leads to my undoing. That is all. -- Jack

Friday, August 2, 2013

Report # 2 From Carter

  Due to the bit of news that Morningstar released, I believe I should try to keep a low profile. Simply because, as I told him, that is my past. In my past, I did help Redlight. I regret that decision, as well as the many atrocities I committed during that time. The events that are unfolding currently, I have lived through already. I can not interfere directly, due to the uniqueness of the situation. However, I still have a duty to continue. After I say one more thing: Morningstar, never compare me to a used car dealer. Ever.  That is all.

[Begin Transcript]

  Hello? I hope this is on. It's Carter again with another report. I'll get straight to business this time.
[Short coughs, followed by throat clearing sounds]
  Today is Friday, August 2, 2013. Time is [short pause] 8:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time.
[Coughing fit lasting about 3 minutes]
  Current lab temperature is 85 degrees Fahrenheit. About [pauses] 29 degrees Celsius. I increased the temperature due to a small chill I had noticed. In fact [another pause] there. Now it's the highest the lab will go. 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I believe that's about 32 in Celsius. It still feels a little chilly, but it can't go higher. I'm assuming the chill is from
[another prolonged coughing fit]
  Is from the loss of blood. I keep having to draw more for the experiments. On top of that, I've been having trouble sleeping. Side effect of hearing constant whispering.
[clears throat]
  I'm expecting a result from samples B through C any day now. On sample A, the Azoth temporarily had been separated from the blood. For 10 seconds. If only I was able to get a stronger reaction. I won't stop until I either am completely 'clean' of Azoth or until [pause] well, my death. In.
  In other news, the only area of my body where blood has been completely 'clean' of Azoth is my right arm. I still don't understand it, but somehow it is immune to the Azoth. Maybe it has to do with the [pause] things from the future that Jack had used. Honestly, I'm not complaining about that. What I am gonna complain about is the fact that even though I've been coughing up so much of the stuff, it is still in my system. There's nothing else noteworthy. So I guess that's my spout of talking to myself.
[quiet laughter followed by a sigh]
  I feel so isolated in here. It's like a cell. A cold cell, full of chemicals, food, and wondrous smells. Keep safe everyone. End Report.
[coughing fit that is cut off due to the recorder powering down]

[End Transcript]

  There you all have it. -- Jack

Luckily, Jack won't be able to see this. I'm talking about his future, to explain something. So, he isn't able to see it. Time won't allow him. I'm using the 'in case of emergency computer' right now, so I can't post much. I know about the 'Jack and Redlight' thing. I just found out. He was trying to keep it from me. Anyways, I'm going to tell you all a story. A story about the entity known as 'Jack.'

Jack is actually not a single man. Or a human. 'Jack', as a whole, is an entity that requires a host to live. Throughout the years, Jack's host has changed. Which explains the differing descriptions. Apparently some were female. Most are male. All are devious and cunning. The host is selected through various means. It could be through a deal gone south, a sacrifice, or even sometimes willingly. 

I told you that, to explain how this Jack came to be and his future. Back when America was 'the New World,' a man David was seeking a new life. He left his homeland with his wife. They settled on the 'frontier.' He built a self-sufficient ranch. They wanted children. Their first child was still-born, but their second lived. A boy who was much like his father. Eventually, a certain faceless entity kidnapped the boy. David went to the nearest town and was asking for help. He came across a man who called himself Jack. Jack helped David get his son back, but at a price: David would need to befriend Jack. Nothing more, nothing less. Apparently that Jack was uncaring about his deals. As the boy grew up, he also talked to Jack. To sum it up: he made a deal, broke the deal, etc. David, since he knew so much about Jack, knew of a way to help his son. The Challenge. The Challenge is where the person who made the deal can challenge it's validity. If the challenger wins, they can change the terms to anything they want. If Jack wins, the challenger replaces him/her. David challenged in his son's place. David lost. He became the next host for Jack. The previous Jack became his mentor, or as he calls it 'grandfather.' That's the origin of this Jack.

Now for the future. When this Jack, David, returns to his proper time and place after becoming human again, he will see his family killed. He will have enough time to greet his wife and son just before the S-man arrives and kills them slowly in front of David. I know this, because I talked to the next Jack. He's the person who I visited while leaving London. And yes, I had been willing to challenge a deal that someone had made with Jack on that day as well. 

Now you know more about Jack. Use this information well, he doesn't know that I've released it. Stay safe everyone, even those of you who are proxies. Since Redlight is around, he's a danger to us all. Whether you be a Runner, Proxy, or someone who thinks this is just a story. Redlight is dangerous. So, Morningstar, thanks. I didn't think I'd ever thank you, but I will. I hope you stop him.

Until the Next,