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Entry 528; Day 1024
Oct. 9th, 2011 05:03 pm[Private to Riff || Unhackable]
Riff, he's come back. He's back in the City. Riff, where are you? I need you here.
It isn't a curse, Riff, so don't ask me if it is. He's well and truly here, not some phantom I'm seeing because of a curse, nor one of those visitors as he was before. He's here because the 'deities' have dragged him into this place the same as they did you and I. He's here, Riff. He's well and truly here and the things he'll do now that he's--
He cannot be allowed to take one step. He cannot. He will not move, he will not breathe. I will have him bleed enough to dye every street in the City red. I'll kill him here, I'll condemn him to this place. I nearly had him before, with a poison needle and everything, and him in that prison until he was tossed to his own freedom by those same 'deities'. Crehador, the useless creature--he's not here to help this time. And neither is Megumi, though I couldn't drag her through that filth again, nor would I want to. No, this will need a new plan with new means.
He was here before, but ages ago. I know you don't recall, but I do. And now no one even knows of him anymore, Riff, besides you and I, and that doctor and his assistant. Perhaps He-Who-Kills recalls him--he's the only one still here, I think. He was just as monstrous here as he ever was in London, and perhaps worse when he could turn the curses to his benefit. He gave me new marks in the time he was here before, Riff. Do you understand?
He's already found his way to the Network and he already knows more than one would wish about the City. He'll find that doctor again. And who knows who else. And that doctor knows of Rosella, to say nothing of anyone and everyone else I've crossed paths with here in the City. How do we warn her? How do we warn the whole of the City that a madman and a monster, worse than any they've ever reckoned with, is even now among them? We could scarcely hold that doctor at bay, and now he has his 'leader' before him again.
Hide everything, Riff. Screen everything on the Network. We'll lock every door to the opera house again. I'll send a message to Rosella and see if I can't somehow warn her and shield her as well. And then there's everyone else--but how can I warn everyone else in the City without making myself known? I need some better means. If he doesn't know much of us, we can, perhaps, have time enough to make a plan. Because we must have a plan if we're to stand against him, even in this place. I don't want to wait for him to strike before we try to do something to stand against him. I won't have him do as he pleases here, the way he always tried to do in London.
Riff, where are you?
[//end private filter]
[Private to Rosella || Unhackable]
Princess Rosella,
if you've a moment today and you are not so terribly cursed, I should very much like to speak to you. It is a matter of some gravity and seriousness.
Yours,
Cain Hargreaves
[//end private filter]
[ooc: So this happened. Yup. It's a private post, but understand that Cain is now secretly one giant knot of worry.]
Riff, he's come back. He's back in the City. Riff, where are you? I need you here.
It isn't a curse, Riff, so don't ask me if it is. He's well and truly here, not some phantom I'm seeing because of a curse, nor one of those visitors as he was before. He's here because the 'deities' have dragged him into this place the same as they did you and I. He's here, Riff. He's well and truly here and the things he'll do now that he's--
He cannot be allowed to take one step. He cannot. He will not move, he will not breathe. I will have him bleed enough to dye every street in the City red. I'll kill him here, I'll condemn him to this place. I nearly had him before, with a poison needle and everything, and him in that prison until he was tossed to his own freedom by those same 'deities'. Crehador, the useless creature--he's not here to help this time. And neither is Megumi, though I couldn't drag her through that filth again, nor would I want to. No, this will need a new plan with new means.
He was here before, but ages ago. I know you don't recall, but I do. And now no one even knows of him anymore, Riff, besides you and I, and that doctor and his assistant. Perhaps He-Who-Kills recalls him--he's the only one still here, I think. He was just as monstrous here as he ever was in London, and perhaps worse when he could turn the curses to his benefit. He gave me new marks in the time he was here before, Riff. Do you understand?
He's already found his way to the Network and he already knows more than one would wish about the City. He'll find that doctor again. And who knows who else. And that doctor knows of Rosella, to say nothing of anyone and everyone else I've crossed paths with here in the City. How do we warn her? How do we warn the whole of the City that a madman and a monster, worse than any they've ever reckoned with, is even now among them? We could scarcely hold that doctor at bay, and now he has his 'leader' before him again.
Hide everything, Riff. Screen everything on the Network. We'll lock every door to the opera house again. I'll send a message to Rosella and see if I can't somehow warn her and shield her as well. And then there's everyone else--but how can I warn everyone else in the City without making myself known? I need some better means. If he doesn't know much of us, we can, perhaps, have time enough to make a plan. Because we must have a plan if we're to stand against him, even in this place. I don't want to wait for him to strike before we try to do something to stand against him. I won't have him do as he pleases here, the way he always tried to do in London.
Riff, where are you?
[//end private filter]
[Private to Rosella || Unhackable]
Princess Rosella,
if you've a moment today and you are not so terribly cursed, I should very much like to speak to you. It is a matter of some gravity and seriousness.
Yours,
Cain Hargreaves
[//end private filter]
[ooc: So this happened. Yup. It's a private post, but understand that Cain is now secretly one giant knot of worry.]