So, the blog takeover was rather obvious. I’d expected to
track down Totara; I didn’t think he’d track down me.
The first thing he did was cut the power while I was out.
This took out about half the traps right away. He also removed any batteries he
could find, ensuring I came home to a dark house and that it stayed that way,
and also that the cameras were disabled the entire time. Black didn’t stop him.
Speaking of, I fell asleep after making tea for him and
myself on the camping stove; when I woke up it was a day and a half later with
dry throat and pounding headache and a bad taste in my mouth to find the house
had been overturned. I’ve tested the tea since and discovered traces of sodium
thiopental I found had been taken from the supply left over after I sent some
to Phil, as well as fospropofol, a combined concoction that scares me. I then
threw out anything remotely edible inside the house in case that had been
tampered with too.
The sedatives did not seem to agree with Black, and he threw
up on the carpet almost immediately after waking. He slept abnormally long in
the days afterward, although he seems to be fine now apart from having a newfound
aversion to tea.
My lab was somehow in even more disarray than the rest of
the house. It had been methodically searched, although very little was taken.
The floppy disk and CD I acquired from the mountain lab are gone, the electromagnetic
field generator 2.0 and the backup
fuel generator have several small but important components missing, and my
computer’s hard drive has been magnetically wiped.
Totara has a sense of humor I don’t like. When I find him, I
might just return the favour.
Outside of all this, I’ve been working on a way to sculpt
azoth, preferably into weapons. Azoth is very malleable, capable of taking a
variety of shapes and hardnesses, and I want to take advantage of this
property. So far, though, it’s been... difficult.
Making a sealed experimental container was easier than I
thought it would be because it required only a few modifications to a vapor
cage similar to the ones holding rats. I added gloves to the final structure,
as well as a glass ‘airlock’ to move items into the main chamber without any
escape of contaminated air. Instead of a vacuum, fire is used to clean the air
of azoth vapor after items have been removed.
I tested it out by attempting to find out if specifically
living azoth could be accurately shaped. My hypothesis was that since it
communicates with itself via electromagnetic signals, mimicry of these signals
could cause it to perform desired actions. To this end I made a miniature
solenoid with adjustable voltage and current to see if there was a ‘sweet
spot’.
It did not go well as hoped. The solenoid could cause the
areas of azoth it was run over to become solid, but not for any useful length
of time. In addition, the behavior it caused was erratic; often the azoth would
twitch or twist into odd shapes or for one worrying moment, coil around the
electromagnet even when the current was cut. Fortunately said magnet was within
a plastic bag from which it was easily removed.
I also tried seeing if dead azoth could be fired like
clay in a kiln. In retrospect this was a terrible idea. I constructed the kiln
underground and with plenty of coal in order to create a layer of carbon
dioxide over the azoth to counter it’s oxygenated properties. I thought this
would be sufficient but clearly it wasn’t as the entire thing detonated with
enthusiasm c. As far as I can tell, the
azoth ignited inside the kiln and then caused a massive pressure buildup.
I was very nearly bludgeoned by a brick, and got some
very awkward questions from the neighbours. I told them it was a car
backfiring.
That said, azoth can be safely
cooked in an oven at temperatures below its flashpoint as long as it’s
distributed evenly: it’s in fact part of the process I used to make azoth fireworks.
The heat causes it to harden, shrink and become brittle, so it’s not really
useful as a method of making objects. Messing around with variable temperatures
and lengths of heating to see if more useful results are yielded will have to
wait until said oven is fixed from the aftermath of an unfortunate paper
related incident. (It’s a long story involving amateur
surgery, a spectrometer, and a fire extinguisher. Also chess.)
I’m using the remains of the kiln to construct incubators,
since I don’t want to leave Dying Man water samples in the one in the
university.
I’ve also been making more of the active substance contained
in the mysterious pills, which I’m going to call Cortexiphan just for the hell
of it, so as to build up a decent stock in case it’s ever needed. Currently only
have roughly thirteen grams of product, kept dry with dessicants in an anti UV
jar in the freezer. Hopefully it doesn’t degrade over time.
Something I forgot to mention earlier: None of the dead or
disappeared rats were from the vaccinated group. It’s a good sign but not
absolute proof that it works yet.
I know I’m a bit late to this news, but Last and his team
killed the Rake, or a Rake at least. In any case, a precedent has been set. I’ve
been busy making the promised medals. They are almost complete, and just need
to be electroplated. If you can email me an address to send them to, that’d be
great.
In other news, I need a Proxy volunteer for my next
experiment. Someone who can Path. It’s nothing particularly harmful or even
strenuous, although it does require a lack of dickishness and an ability to
remember instructions. And if you encounter a Denizen on the Path and kill it,
I’d quite like it’s corpse for study.
I'd be willing to test. I'm considered a master at the path, so it would be a sinch. Hell, they have a rule against me using it during the solstice.
ReplyDeleteAlso, did you not get the Denizen sample or was it taken? If so I can get you a damn living one if you want. They act as if i don't exist as stated before. Supply the cage and I can just push the fucker in it. Make the cage extra strong though.
And as I've been told I seem to be less uh, "dickish", then other proxies. If you excpt all you have to worry about is potentially talking to the fool at some point.
-Veigar
Thanks, mate. Yeah, the Denizen was among the things missing, for some reason.
DeleteHow strong is extra strong? Are we talking 'better than iron bars' here?
The test is pretty tidy and I'll supply the equipment.
The procedure is basically: take a vertical fluorescent light tube and a photodetector and record if the tube lights up in proximity to you, and if it does over what radius this effect occurs. Take intensity measurements at one tenth intervals of this radius, including at a distance of zero.
Then go to the Path. Repeat the above. Then activate 'PROGRAM 1' on the photodetector. It will have a time delay of 60 seconds; hopefully this is enough time to both leave it touching the fluorescent tube and move out of the radius of effect. That's it.
Email me and we can hammer more out.
I'll email you tomorrow (like 8 or 9 hours). Being in Europe messed up my internal clock, tired as fuck.
DeleteThe bars would probably have to be steel or above. About 7-9 feet tall depending on the Denizen. Ceiling/floor doesn't really matter, they don't swing up or down much.
-Veigar
Hey Meddie. You want a willing test subject? LOOK NO FURTHER. I offer MYSELF up in the name of Science. Out of the Goodness of my heart. Promise.
ReplyDelete"it does require a lack of dickishness"
DeleteEXACTLY. I am a really nice guy.
DeleteNo you're not, you're a dick!
DeleteWHAAAAT? How so? You WOUND ME Sanna. With a terrible, painful wound right here in my heart.
DeleteSeriously though. Dissect me. PLEASE. Even I have no idea what is going on in there.
Me, dissect you? Yay for role reversal!
DeleteNot you, Moron.
DeleteWell then, maybe you shouldn't've put it after my comment and maybe you should've specifically addressed it to Med. Moron.
DeleteYay medals!
ReplyDeleteI'll let Alicia e-mail you an address of one of the Hide outs.
Because I'm terrible at location stuff.
~Shine
Thanks, Shine. : )
DeleteHold the medal for a while. I need to make it out the Empty City alive first.
DeleteAnnalee wanted me to say that she's glad you're alright, don't mess with the azoth it's not worth the trouble, and to not listen to anything Morningstar says he's an asshole.
ReplyDeleteHope you're alright.
He told me to ignore him, and that's a request I'm happy to fulfill.
Delete^^ I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Well FINE then. I Was asking if you wanted to dissect ME so I can find out the specifics of how and why and what is going in here. But NOOOO. Lets be petty and ignore Morningstar.
DeleteIt's not like you've DONE anything to make us like you.
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ReplyDeleteSo this group that tracked down the Rake and managed to 'kill' it - I'd be very interested in you hunting down another creature for me. One I have unfinished business with. Mind connecting me?
ReplyDeleteApologies for the repeated comments; errors abound.
http://adangerousroadahead.blogspot.co.uk/
Delete^ Those guys.
Ah, so you host this blog, not the other entity. Tell the Contessa her delivery has arrived by carrier pidgin.
ReplyDeleteWho the hell is this Contessa? Someone related to Totara?
DeleteNo, I just collect deliveries. Think of me as someone who receives things. Little things. Nothing big.
DeleteOoh, my delivery is in? I'll have to collect it. Your lab seems to generate them on a regular basis.
Why mine, in particular?
DeleteWell, first there were those rats... UGH! What were you doing to them? Then there were the files that that strange man erased. Those were some weird deliveries.
DeleteGreat, the Proxy counterpart to the Courier Service has arrived. Fantastic.
DeleteYou can have both of those things delivered straight back to me, thanks.
Deliver them back? No, silly! :D I get deliveries! I don't make them. You and your friends— 'Proxies'? — make the weirdest stuff, though. ;) Like that USB stick the guy stepped on. The data in that was weird, but I've put it in my 'Creepy Things' collection.
DeleteHence saying you can have them delivered back rather than to deliver them back.
DeleteHang on, rewind a sec. That USB was completely destroyed. How did you get that data?
You don't get it, do you? Aww... I thought we were gonna be friends... :(
DeleteAnyway, I had to get that data. Otherwise that little brat who steals from me would have taken it and used it to build himself bigger again. It's a sorta 'default' thing?
Is it possible for you to make a copy and send it back to me?
DeleteI can't, silly! The data's dead!! ;-P
DeleteDead or alive, if it can be read it can be transcribed.
DeleteAww... you don't give up, do you? Well...... I dunno if it would work, but I think I could give you a copy— if you were to come over for a tea party! No one ever comes to my parties any more. :(
DeleteIt's one of my finer points. : )
DeleteAre said parties lethally dangerous? Are there sedatives in the tea?
Um, noooo... why would I do that?! That's kinda icky. It's just tea. The bestest tea you'll ever have! And all my friends'll be there, too!
DeleteNot that brat, though. He can go build mile-high towers on his own! Or that other weird guy. The last time I had a party he kicked over the table and took all the guests with him! >_< If I could get my hands on him... [foot stamp]
Glad to know you'd be a better host than Totara, then.
DeleteI'll come to your party on the condition that no harm comes to me or mine as a result of this consent and only if I return to my house no more than a day later than I left.
Ummm... I wasn't gonna harm you, but return? I can't... really do that. D: Sorry! But I'll be happy to have you at a party when you can come.
DeleteArgh. It was worth a shot.
DeleteOut of curiosity, what is your place like?
It's the bestest place EVER! :D :D I keep everything I've ever collected (there's always extra space). Sometimes I make art with something, or have a party, or dress up and take some things and go out and play with all of you! ;-P
DeleteWell, I did, anyway. Then they trapped me in here, sorta, so I can't play outside anymore... I can still work, a bit. :S But then you all invented the Internet! So I could talk with you again! :D-}-<
And I still have tea parties. But there's only my stuffed animals. And those meanies. D:<
Trapped you? Why?
DeleteI dunno... I yelled and screamed at them, but they never told me! And that brat stole my first computer! [foot stamp] I had to make a new one from my collection.
DeleteOh.
DeleteWell, if you do get out, let me know.
All right, I'll dress up and visit you if I do! In the meantime, I'll say hi if I'm near you while I'm working. You won't be able to hear it, so I'll say it on here, too. ^_^
DeleteYou keep talking about a brat, towers, building itself, and lot's of mechanical/electrical stuff.
DeleteYou wouldn't perhaps be talking about The Manufactured Newborn would you?
-Veigar
What'd you have to go say his name for?! He'll hear you! >_>
DeleteOh! And I forgot to say it, so I'll say it too: Shhhhh!
DeleteOh. My. God.
ReplyDeleteFirst some idiot goes and spikes Med's tea...
Then someone ELSE steals KENDRA'S tea.
O_O THE TEA IS NOT SAFE ANYMORE! NO!
Luckily for me, I hate tea!
*Le gasp* Blasphemy! If there's one thing proxies, runners, and whatever the fuck I am can agree on, is that tea is fucking amazing.
DeleteEngland (Sanna, pHIL, Xander, etc.) is going to see your comment. And then they'll follow you around and call you wanker all day, throwing fancy things and food.
*JP
In a van with Russians, can confirm Russians love tea too.
DeleteBreaking news: Tea is the new Skittles.
DeleteYou hate tea, Rose? *clutches chest*
Seriously, you hate tea? Yet another reason Proxies are morally in the right!!!1! (you are a runner, right? Because I think comments like that can get you kicked out of proxydom)
DeleteBad news pHIL, Rose is a Seeker.... so yah, proxy.
DeleteBalls. Don't suppose I can get a job as a runner? (Joke. Sadly)
DeleteI DO NOT SERVE HIM!!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PEOPLE!
DeleteI may be a Seeker, but I don't kill Runners.
I'm more of a victim of circumstance. The only reason I became a Seeker was so I could save Strider from death.
To be quite frank, I'm not really sure how much that matters. He's got his hooks in you, there are really three options. Try to fight, serve him, or help us proxies (and yes, there is a difference). Now, you seem like a strong person, but that may not have any effect while he has a bead on your psyche. Not sure how effective fighting him would be. You could just decide to fuck it all and serve him. With the sad downside of making him more powerful.
DeleteThere's a war coming. Despite what people say, Slendy doesn't really come into it. It's between Runners and Proxies, and we need all the help we can get. You couldhelp us. It'd fuck the runners though, more than before. Still, we'd appreciate it. Could save several proxies.
Still, it's your decision. Hell, you could take a fourth option. You could beat slendy and get your freedom. Your choice. Best of luck, despite your anti-tea tendancies.
I'm taking either the first option or the fourth option.
DeleteI can't say I'd like to hurt anyone, or take sides. But if it comes down to it...I choose to help the Runners.
Pity. Could you do me a favour? Keep your fight with Slendy. Too many of us dying already without you adding to it. Still, I understand if you want to kill us too. Not terribly happy, but it's a decision good people have made. Wouldn't make you a bad personto make the same choice.
DeleteTo be honest, if a war will happen, all proxies have to do is wait it out until there's a winter solstice somewhere, and then runners are fucked.
DeleteEspecially if Veigar is in that solstice.
*JP
Yeah. We're gonna win, but there'll be casualties. Far, far too many casualties. Way I see it, it's better if those deaths are minimized.
DeleteBy the way, Any news on Twitch? I've got my people on the look out, but cautious enough that they'll hopefully avoid a fight. Slows things down, but it's safer.
Veigar blogged about it. Found him. But not the way you would think,
Delete*JP
Don't be so certain about your victory.
DeleteI would recommend you stay safe, but I don't think there is a safe place where you are. In any case, I hope you succeed in your endeavors.
ReplyDeleteAnd the same to you.
DeleteI've been wondering, what exactly do you define as a Denizen?
ReplyDeleteAnything humanoid, but not a Proxy or the Slender Man, that lives almost exclusively in the Path. Mostly, though, the name is attached to the Rake like creatures there.
DeleteI've just got back from clearing an infestation in Ireland, I have that old proxy we captured the other month so if you need him he's quite glad, I can't guarantee he'd die but he'd be glad to stick around New Zealand with you and Black or you could send him to one of our faculties and send him back my way we'll feed and water him.
ReplyDelete-Librarian Perierat
Unfortunately with Black my budget is strained as it is. I'll take a blood sample, though. Look after him.
DeleteWell I say send over, he'd stay in the facility mainly, he's allowed walks and I think if you want to play with him he won't mind, very docile for an experienced proxy. If a 38 year old man showed up on your doorstep at regular intervals would it raise eyebrows, like big 38 and has a scar running down his cheek.
Delete-Librarian Perierat
Hows that book coming. Is black a real boy? Did short for writes make you something truly inspiring?
ReplyDeleteYou ignored my warning thrice.
ReplyDeleteTwo have now payed the price.
Three to go, who shall disappear?
Who shall take the blame?
And who shall seek revenge?
I have spoken all I can to you.
Time has come for me as well.
My Fate is sealed.
I will not survive to see the morrow.
...who are you? <:-S
DeleteOh, and "payed" doesn't scan like that. You need to say 'payéd'.
DeleteWhat the fuck is going on?
DeleteContessa and Weird Dead Prophet Dude, it's "payèd", with a grave accent, not an acute accent.
DeleteUmmmmm.... well......
Deleteyou're a grave accent! :(<
Oh. Well that explains everything
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