And here we are and there we go

First order of business, we're alive. We're safe-ish. We're recovering. But we have missing and... I'm not okay with what happened.

I cannot begin to describe how thoroughly pissed off I am about... everything- How easily we were trounced, how that overpowered bastard tore apart our house and hurt my family, how MASC has been twisting our arms to make us accept their "patronage." I do not appreciate threats, veiled or not. Money is another matter, and I hope that doesn't make me a gold-digger for letting that influence my decisions.

I REALLY don't appreciate the fact that, from what they knew about us before they started asking their questions, they had to have been watching us for WEEKS. They could have intervened at any time but chose to only begin firing at the last minute. I mean, granted things happened pretty darn quick, but you'd think someone beating the crap out of people and tearing apart a large structure with his freaking MIND would be a target they'd want to take down ASAP.

Bleh... I am so not happy, and it has nothing to do with being beat to crap and back. At least MASC is letting us go home today, to "look at the place;" they insist it isn't livable, and it isn't safe. They seem to think we should stay with them and be happy for the protection. I might have taken them up on it if any of my friends were interested; they're not. They can't legally hold us, no matter their threats. It's the threats that make me not trust them even more than their hesitation in saving our frikkin lives. And since I'm in their custody and using one of their computers, I'm sure they'd read this even if they aren't already monitoring our blogs.

I don't want to say thankfully only two people died in the attack because that is two people too many, even if one of them was an enemy. But we also have missing... Tim and Drake... are lost; Lullaby... we know who has her, though we don't know where. I'd almost prefer she was missing still and not in his hands. MASC says they're looking but after they were apparently attacked a second time while picking over the mansion, I don't know how much effort they're putting into it. I don't know who attacked them either. They weren't very clear. All I know is that it wasn't Thuggee, though his latest blog post is puzzling then, since he insisted in his gratuitous, self-aggrandizing, masturbatory murder-fest that he disintegrated the bullets fired by MASC.  

But we're going home. I don't care what the mansion looks like. If Drake or Tim or Lulls come back, that's where they know to go. Ecko showed up at the mansion the next day, so I know the others might still come back there too. And as bad as our injuries are, the little spirits of the place will help us heal. I know it. We'll heal faster there. Come hell or high water we are going home.

And are we really in more danger there than anywhere else? I don't think so. MASC twisted my arm... not with their threats but with the offer of money. I haven't seen the mansion yet, but I know it's in bad shape from the attack. And in accepting their money, I had to accept their presence in the mansion. They're making us house a half dozen men (argued DOWN, I assure you), but in exchange they'll rebuild the place and put in cameras with CCTV and "patrol the perimeter." (I can't say that last part without feeling like I'm in a war movie... I hate war movies...) And money for food since that reject from a dead assassin's cult tore up the garden and woods too from what MASC has told me. The cover story is apparently a localized tornado since lots of people in town saw the trees getting thrown about even if they weren't close enough to see some masked buffoon doing his best Dragonball Z villain impression. And our MASC liaison is to be one Trevor Brood, who's been silently following my blog and a few others for a while now, sneaky bastard.

I'll post more on my personal blog. Just wanted to update you guys on what's going on with these MASC people.

Shady

This is a quick C& P from my personal blog, but I wanted to keep you guys updated on what is going on. You all may be aware that Executor has kidnapped Shady. He and his associate are torturing her for "information" and to make an example of her. Even as I write this, I have to pause as my fists clench... I am so angry; I am literally shaking with rage.

I do not handle feeling helpless well. So I refuse to be helpless. I won't sit around waiting. I've made a choice... I'm going to Shady's place tomorrow. I've managed to get off from work until Wednesday. So I'm going to go to Jersey. I can't track Shady from here, but I will go to her house and get something personal... a bit of hair, clothes... gods help me, blood. I'll make a charm to track her, and I will make Executor and Advocate suffer for all they've done.

If anyone saw ANYTHING strange in New Jersey, don't be afraid to mentioned it here. Any little thing that you may have noticed in the past few days... strangely masked emos... three people acting suspiciously. We're looking for at least two men. The numbered proxy in Executor's posts is not identified as male or female. So we can't guarantee we're looking for three males.

And Shady of course. She, at least, I can describe. She is pale and small, 5'1", with medium length hair, brown with violet underneath and a single streak of green on the left. Her eyes change from hazel to blue and purple, not that you would have noticed if you saw her at night. If anyone saw anyone manhandling anyone fitting Shady's description, please let me know. From what she told me before she was kidnapped, Executor is not much bigger than she is, but at that point she had only seen him in a dream. A master of dreams can appear any old way he or she wishes, so there's not guarantee he's actually that height in the flesh.


Executor, if you are reading this, I'll find you. I will. But I know you are far too vain to read my words unless they appear on your own blog, which is why I am not afraid to state my intent. I've threatened you. Not idle threats, I assure you. Perhaps you missed the post where I said I was a pacifist by choice. It is not in my nature to forgive those who trespass against me and mine. And if there's one thing that would make me go on the offensive, it's someone I care for being tortured by a sadist like you.

You had better pray to your sick, sad god that Shady ends up home and safe and that she talks me down from doing you permanent harm. Or the pain you have so far put Shady through will pale in comparison to the seven layers of Hell that will descend upon your head.