Hey. Quick sudden unannounced departure! A very temporary one, I can assure you. I want to make sure I get to see all old comrades before we hope on this crazy heist thing and Moth's shattering (Referenced here!) is probably my best chance to do that in one day so I'm gonna go hit that real quick. I should be a day tops if that!
Plus it gives me an opportunity to go kick Nat's ass. The rematch is on and this time it won't end in a draw!
So yeah. That's the jest of it. I'm gonna be going to a personal event for a day. I'm not even gonna bother with a return post. I'll probably just comment on this post to let everyone know I'm back.
Unless I die or something. But even then I won't be writing that post for fuck it!
My best regards! I won't be long.
Keep a song in your hearts!
Ivan out!
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Heist
After a series of back and forth emails between myself and one 'V.A.', the details of my team's next mission have been worked out in full.
Unlike previous missions, this is not a delivery, but a...recovery job, as it were. There is an item our client would like us to acquire, steal really, from an uninfected third party. If our client is to be believed(and my research suggests that they are) this item is an important Fear artifact that could potentially be triggered merely by third party possession. As such, we mean to obtain it for V.A., since they are already infected and could not suffer worse having the item in question.
I am told that what we are retrieving is quite valuable. A book of some variety, leather-bound, the image of a quill on the front, writing on the side. Untranslateable language within. Clearly, what we are looking at is related to the Blind Man, a Fear most commonly associated with age or loss of memory. It is unclear whether there will be any supernatural defense of this item, but our client assures me that the book is surrounded by quite tight human security, and thus its acquisition provides a logistical challenge.
I dare say that challenge may prove to be quite enjoyable.
Currently, our whole team is set to undertake this mission, as the risks and requirements of stealing a book from such a well-guarded place necessitate all hands on deck. I suspect that we may encounter some type of supernatural security as well, but that is simply my own personal superstition acting up, and as such I have only accounted for it minimally. V.A., our client, will rendezvous with us prior to the missions acquisition and assist us in claiming it. The book will be handed off to them after and we will part ways.
Since there are a great many parts to this game we will be playing very soon, there may be some delay between our meeting with VA and the mission itself. However, I do not expect this task to take more than one week in the making, and so anyone still in need may feel free to comment or email us looking for assistance. We will attempt to answer any and all requests we receive in this time. Rendezvous with V.A. is set to take place two days from now. Expect more on that as it occurs.
-Malcolm
Unlike previous missions, this is not a delivery, but a...recovery job, as it were. There is an item our client would like us to acquire, steal really, from an uninfected third party. If our client is to be believed(and my research suggests that they are) this item is an important Fear artifact that could potentially be triggered merely by third party possession. As such, we mean to obtain it for V.A., since they are already infected and could not suffer worse having the item in question.
I am told that what we are retrieving is quite valuable. A book of some variety, leather-bound, the image of a quill on the front, writing on the side. Untranslateable language within. Clearly, what we are looking at is related to the Blind Man, a Fear most commonly associated with age or loss of memory. It is unclear whether there will be any supernatural defense of this item, but our client assures me that the book is surrounded by quite tight human security, and thus its acquisition provides a logistical challenge.
I dare say that challenge may prove to be quite enjoyable.
Currently, our whole team is set to undertake this mission, as the risks and requirements of stealing a book from such a well-guarded place necessitate all hands on deck. I suspect that we may encounter some type of supernatural security as well, but that is simply my own personal superstition acting up, and as such I have only accounted for it minimally. V.A., our client, will rendezvous with us prior to the missions acquisition and assist us in claiming it. The book will be handed off to them after and we will part ways.
Since there are a great many parts to this game we will be playing very soon, there may be some delay between our meeting with VA and the mission itself. However, I do not expect this task to take more than one week in the making, and so anyone still in need may feel free to comment or email us looking for assistance. We will attempt to answer any and all requests we receive in this time. Rendezvous with V.A. is set to take place two days from now. Expect more on that as it occurs.
-Malcolm
Friday, November 21, 2014
"The Fear Community"
Our blog, finally, has updated with a variety of pages our clients may find useful for enlisting our services. I promised these pages quite some time ago, and regrettably found myself unmotivated to create them soon after, owing to a rather nasty bout of depression. I presume that this is something quite a few of our readers and potential clients can understand, however, in the future I will endeavor to keep up on my work in spite of this issue. I have a mission, as does the rest of my team, and I am not about to jeopardize it.
Within those pages, I frequently mention what I call the "Fear Community." This is by no means an attempt to normalize or belittle the circumstance of those of us ensnared in a world of supernatural horror none of us asked for. Rather, it is my hope that by referring to us all as one whole, I may encourage us to smash the walls that separate us into 'factions'. Proxies and other such Fear followers and so-called "Runners" alike suffer from the presence of Fear in their lives. It does not benefit us to fight each other, but working together, we can create a bond which will protect us from many of the worse horrors we face daily.
It may seem to those reading that I speak from a place of safety and comfort. But I assure you, my own predicament is as precarious as any of your's. Although certain arrangements have been made to protect my team and I, the being known as the "Slenderman" is still quite present in my life. I have seen him, frequently, staring in from the outer edges of our current grounds. Always seeming to be looking at me, despite that complete lack of a face. It seems to me that he is a symbol, a constant reminder of the pain and sorrow I have endured. Still endure, in some cases.
I anticipate resistance over the course of duty with Rain or Snow Services. Thus far, my fellow Couriers and I have been unimpeded, but there will be some who do not take kindly to our mission. Although I have declared us a neutral party, I suspect not all will honor that declaration. I am lucky enough to benefit from a partnership with Fracture, former head of the Free Market, as well as his successor Sloth. We have one of his agents among our ranks, and I am grateful for it. He brings valuable insight and connections to the team which we would otherwise have no access to. The Free Market is currently the largest remaining Proxy organization, and so it is in the spirit of peace that we ally with them for all of our sake's.
I hope those who might disagree with his partnership can see that. Thinking about it now, I should have made a statement on this earlier. That is my fault, and it is another in a long list of mistakes throughout my history. I bring Rain or Snow Services to our community, now, in the hopes that I can atone for those grave errors in judgement on my part. With any luck, our services can bring similar hope to the entire community to which I refer. It may not be much. But, it is something, and it's more than we've had in the past.
-Malcolm
Within those pages, I frequently mention what I call the "Fear Community." This is by no means an attempt to normalize or belittle the circumstance of those of us ensnared in a world of supernatural horror none of us asked for. Rather, it is my hope that by referring to us all as one whole, I may encourage us to smash the walls that separate us into 'factions'. Proxies and other such Fear followers and so-called "Runners" alike suffer from the presence of Fear in their lives. It does not benefit us to fight each other, but working together, we can create a bond which will protect us from many of the worse horrors we face daily.
It may seem to those reading that I speak from a place of safety and comfort. But I assure you, my own predicament is as precarious as any of your's. Although certain arrangements have been made to protect my team and I, the being known as the "Slenderman" is still quite present in my life. I have seen him, frequently, staring in from the outer edges of our current grounds. Always seeming to be looking at me, despite that complete lack of a face. It seems to me that he is a symbol, a constant reminder of the pain and sorrow I have endured. Still endure, in some cases.
I anticipate resistance over the course of duty with Rain or Snow Services. Thus far, my fellow Couriers and I have been unimpeded, but there will be some who do not take kindly to our mission. Although I have declared us a neutral party, I suspect not all will honor that declaration. I am lucky enough to benefit from a partnership with Fracture, former head of the Free Market, as well as his successor Sloth. We have one of his agents among our ranks, and I am grateful for it. He brings valuable insight and connections to the team which we would otherwise have no access to. The Free Market is currently the largest remaining Proxy organization, and so it is in the spirit of peace that we ally with them for all of our sake's.
I hope those who might disagree with his partnership can see that. Thinking about it now, I should have made a statement on this earlier. That is my fault, and it is another in a long list of mistakes throughout my history. I bring Rain or Snow Services to our community, now, in the hopes that I can atone for those grave errors in judgement on my part. With any luck, our services can bring similar hope to the entire community to which I refer. It may not be much. But, it is something, and it's more than we've had in the past.
-Malcolm
Monday, November 17, 2014
Still Here, Just Forgot
Sorry guys! I should have posted a wind down of my delivery to Ember, Malcolm says. Tightlaced bastard. Maybe I don't want to post all of the details of my meet up with an old friend I thought was dead for everyone to see, huh? Just because we have a blog doesn't mean I don't get a private life.
The delivery went well, Ember is very much not dead. There were a lot of tears and hugs. The supplies were deemed extremely useful. More than that is really none of your business.
Sorry, not every delivery is exciting. Nobody tried to stop me, no one got unreasonably hostile, no one sabotaged their own delivery. If you're waiting to hear about how I fucked Ember's brains out, that's really just between the two of us, isn't it? Perverts.
The delivery went well, Ember is very much not dead. There were a lot of tears and hugs. The supplies were deemed extremely useful. More than that is really none of your business.
Sorry, not every delivery is exciting. Nobody tried to stop me, no one got unreasonably hostile, no one sabotaged their own delivery. If you're waiting to hear about how I fucked Ember's brains out, that's really just between the two of us, isn't it? Perverts.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Road trip recounting
We stopped by Gray's place and made a drop-off. Paint, so he could do a bit of cleanup.
Nice kid. His mom's quite nice, though Jeresy wouldn't stop eyeing her up. Seriously, man. Have a little tact. At least he didn't say or do anything too untoward, or else I may have had to play the"jealous girlfriend" card, and that's something neither of us wants to deal with.
Anyway, we had dinner, played the part of school friends, talked with Gray a bit, and headed out. All in all, not a horrible endeavor. Gave the kid my email. Basically got called touchy-feely by Jeresy. Which I object to. Played the part of an overly-chipper overachieving student. It's a wonder what a haircut, different glasses, makeup, and clothes can do to change an appearance.
So, we're back, and in one piece. Sorry for the delay. I got caught up in something right after we returned.
Also, it is not creepy when I smile. You can shut up with that, Jeresy.
Nice kid. His mom's quite nice, though Jeresy wouldn't stop eyeing her up. Seriously, man. Have a little tact. At least he didn't say or do anything too untoward, or else I may have had to play the"jealous girlfriend" card, and that's something neither of us wants to deal with.
Anyway, we had dinner, played the part of school friends, talked with Gray a bit, and headed out. All in all, not a horrible endeavor. Gave the kid my email. Basically got called touchy-feely by Jeresy. Which I object to. Played the part of an overly-chipper overachieving student. It's a wonder what a haircut, different glasses, makeup, and clothes can do to change an appearance.
So, we're back, and in one piece. Sorry for the delay. I got caught up in something right after we returned.
Also, it is not creepy when I smile. You can shut up with that, Jeresy.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Updates
It's important that I note, at this time, a mistake on this blog on my part. Small, but major, as it turns out. Originally the sidebar had our email listed as 'rainorsnowservices@gmail.com'. This was an incorrect address. The proper one is 'rainorsnowservice@gmail.com', minus the 's' at the end of service. It is my error and I apologize for it, as it may have impeded potential clients from contacting us for deliveries. Hopefully, now that this has been corrected, our service will take off some. We shall see.
In addition to this, I hope to bring a number of updates I had promised previously to this blog by tonight or tomorrow's end. Work has taken away from my ability to attend to this blog, but no longer. There will be a suggested/available items list up shortly, along with terms of service that elaborate in more detail as to what we do, and what we don't do. Sanna's comment on Ellen's most recent post has helped me to see that we must be clear not just on what we are, but on what we aren't, as well. Not that I mistook your half-joke for serious, my dear. Nonetheless, it needs to be addressed. Thank you for the assistance.
Also to come are status updates on our current, outgoing deliveries. Ellen is en route to meet with Ember with the supplies taken from our private stock, and Mari and Jeresy are being prepped for their own mission while I await correspondence from Gray. We have accepted his request to deliver paint to him, and I believe Maritza and Jersey are my operatives most fit to take on this job, masquerading as friends of Gray's for the benefit of his mother. That will be updated soon.
...
I have recently seen a stray kitten, running around the grounds of our base of operations. An orange tabby, to be precise. I do not know if it has a home, but I doubt it. Our base is located several miles from any town, home, or place of business. It must have traveled a very long way to get here. So as to ensure it's good health, I have placed cat food outside where I have seen it frequently. I have decided to call it Alex.
...
I have no idea why I felt the need to share that.
-Malcolm
In addition to this, I hope to bring a number of updates I had promised previously to this blog by tonight or tomorrow's end. Work has taken away from my ability to attend to this blog, but no longer. There will be a suggested/available items list up shortly, along with terms of service that elaborate in more detail as to what we do, and what we don't do. Sanna's comment on Ellen's most recent post has helped me to see that we must be clear not just on what we are, but on what we aren't, as well. Not that I mistook your half-joke for serious, my dear. Nonetheless, it needs to be addressed. Thank you for the assistance.
Also to come are status updates on our current, outgoing deliveries. Ellen is en route to meet with Ember with the supplies taken from our private stock, and Mari and Jeresy are being prepped for their own mission while I await correspondence from Gray. We have accepted his request to deliver paint to him, and I believe Maritza and Jersey are my operatives most fit to take on this job, masquerading as friends of Gray's for the benefit of his mother. That will be updated soon.
...
I have recently seen a stray kitten, running around the grounds of our base of operations. An orange tabby, to be precise. I do not know if it has a home, but I doubt it. Our base is located several miles from any town, home, or place of business. It must have traveled a very long way to get here. So as to ensure it's good health, I have placed cat food outside where I have seen it frequently. I have decided to call it Alex.
...
I have no idea why I felt the need to share that.
-Malcolm
Friday, October 3, 2014
Last Minute Delivery
Recently, an old friend effectively came back from the dead. No one had heard anything in about two years, as far as I know. I had long since accepted the fact that Ember was probably dead. That blog post proves otherwise, thankfully.
I'm running a bunch of supplies out that way. After being in a loop for two years, one tends not to have much in the way of supplies. Food, weapons, transportation, all the basics any runner's gonna need to do much of anything. I owe Ember a favor from the bad old days, and it'll be good to see an old friend anyway. Mal, I don't know how long I'll be out, so just plan any deliveries in the near future without me unless they look particularly dangerous.
Don't worry, I'll be at least swinging by again before I vanish, promise. Try not to do anything too stupid while i'm gone.
I'm running a bunch of supplies out that way. After being in a loop for two years, one tends not to have much in the way of supplies. Food, weapons, transportation, all the basics any runner's gonna need to do much of anything. I owe Ember a favor from the bad old days, and it'll be good to see an old friend anyway. Mal, I don't know how long I'll be out, so just plan any deliveries in the near future without me unless they look particularly dangerous.
Don't worry, I'll be at least swinging by again before I vanish, promise. Try not to do anything too stupid while i'm gone.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Apologies
I'm no good at this.
I've gotten too used to working alone. To being alone. I hole myself up, as it has become my way, and I do my work peacefully and quietly. I make myself small. It's not like it used to be. I am not the man that I used to be. Because of this, nothing gets done. Nothing has gotten done, except one incredibly rushed, incredibly botched job.
This is unprofessional. It's not what I wanted this operation to be about, not us, not me. Our feelings don't factor into the thing.
But of course, they do. They always have, or we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here, if I hadn't felt so strongly about the thing. You can't always get what you want, and I was a fool to think this would turn out exactly as I planned it in my head. I've so long been by myself, enacting small-scale work that always goes right, that I've forgotten what it is to do something bigger. Something better.
So I'm apologizing, here, for the lack of updates and work on our part. On my part. I'm apologizing for my failures.
Going forward, our priority will be jobs. No more, no less. Our duty is to the community, and I intend for us to serve it as best we can. That, at least, I would like to go as planned. Ellen has a private delivery she is about to leave for, in a day or two, and that is partially what inspired this post. However many resources I possess, it is our ragtag group that holds this operation together, and our personal convictions and considerations are an important part of that. I've been denying that for too long, and I believe I should have listened to Ellen sooner on this matter. She has been telling me all along that each of us brings unique, human aspects to this Courier business. If we don't address that directly, we will fail, as the Couriers before us failed. My mistake was in seeking to avoid our humanity altogether, as they did not, rather than facing it, embracing it, doing what I can to avoid the problems associated with it.
While I cannot change what has come before, and how I have failed the community recently, I can hope to correct this mistake in the future. I hope that you will all be patient as I, and my team, try to work out the kinks in our operation, as well as the kinks in our own selves, which significantly change the nature of how we work.
I am not alone. And I am not small. I can do something greater than myself, greater than the things I have been involved with in the past. Although it may turn out differently than I imagine, it is no less important that it be done, and I will work together with many others to make it happen. My team, the community, and those of you still looking to this blog for any reason at all as well. Here's to hoping all goes well, if nothing else.
-Malcolm
I've gotten too used to working alone. To being alone. I hole myself up, as it has become my way, and I do my work peacefully and quietly. I make myself small. It's not like it used to be. I am not the man that I used to be. Because of this, nothing gets done. Nothing has gotten done, except one incredibly rushed, incredibly botched job.
This is unprofessional. It's not what I wanted this operation to be about, not us, not me. Our feelings don't factor into the thing.
But of course, they do. They always have, or we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here, if I hadn't felt so strongly about the thing. You can't always get what you want, and I was a fool to think this would turn out exactly as I planned it in my head. I've so long been by myself, enacting small-scale work that always goes right, that I've forgotten what it is to do something bigger. Something better.
So I'm apologizing, here, for the lack of updates and work on our part. On my part. I'm apologizing for my failures.
Going forward, our priority will be jobs. No more, no less. Our duty is to the community, and I intend for us to serve it as best we can. That, at least, I would like to go as planned. Ellen has a private delivery she is about to leave for, in a day or two, and that is partially what inspired this post. However many resources I possess, it is our ragtag group that holds this operation together, and our personal convictions and considerations are an important part of that. I've been denying that for too long, and I believe I should have listened to Ellen sooner on this matter. She has been telling me all along that each of us brings unique, human aspects to this Courier business. If we don't address that directly, we will fail, as the Couriers before us failed. My mistake was in seeking to avoid our humanity altogether, as they did not, rather than facing it, embracing it, doing what I can to avoid the problems associated with it.
While I cannot change what has come before, and how I have failed the community recently, I can hope to correct this mistake in the future. I hope that you will all be patient as I, and my team, try to work out the kinks in our operation, as well as the kinks in our own selves, which significantly change the nature of how we work.
I am not alone. And I am not small. I can do something greater than myself, greater than the things I have been involved with in the past. Although it may turn out differently than I imagine, it is no less important that it be done, and I will work together with many others to make it happen. My team, the community, and those of you still looking to this blog for any reason at all as well. Here's to hoping all goes well, if nothing else.
-Malcolm
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Oh, Right.
I'm back by the way.
Cue the prayer!
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
Sure no ones tired of that already or anything. I've decided the prayer is mandatory. It is through these blogs that we pay homage to Father and as a proud proxy I feel the need to be blunt about it.
Total transparency for the win!
... Or something I guess. Whatever.
I've been back for like... ever now. Or maybe I haven't!
Wooooooo... Myyyyysssssttttteeeerrrrrrryyyyy.
Or something.
I've intentionally delayed this post to obscure how long it takes for me to get from here to the Free Market. Rest Assured, it did not take me 15 fucking days to go there and have a conversation before coming back.
I don't know that knowing how long it actually took me to get there and back would be like... useful or something but I do know that information is power and power is best kept under ones nose where no one would ever think to check!
See, they always check like blogs, or books, or your brains or something for the useful information. No sane person would ever check your nose. So suck on that nerds. Checkmate. King me. Queen Me. Then Yahtzee me. Its six sixes on my fucking checkered board.
Hahahahahaha!
My brilliance aside, I got to see my sister Navi.
That was cool.
I showed up at the Free Market and immediately went into hiding. Picasso is supposedly bedridden but I don't take any fucking chances. Mutilation is not fun.
I called up Sloth, our glorious leader and untrustible dirt-bag. Lord Betrayer Sloth seems to be doing good. Hes got a violent, bitchy, whiny, Mexican thug glued to his side but its a good look for him. It seems to be keeping him death free so that's good.
Said bitch, hereafter referred to as the Lord Goddess Nat or Nat for short, has resumed my old duty of beating on insubordinate masks to keep them under thumb. Which is good because shes fucking strong. We fought a few rounds and I was not disappointed... in her fighting. I was quite disappointed in her sour attitude but the fighting as top notch. I seemed to be the only one having fun though...
Shes also totally jealous of my singing which is not at all flattering in the company one keeps. ;p
I of course did actually visit Navi while I was there. She ambushed me and tried to choke me out. When I broke free of that things devolved into a fist fight fight and... well I knocked her out. Shes not much for a fist fight. Might have been different if she had come at me with her sword... because I didn't see her coming and being stabbed in the back fucking sucks. So... pretty happy with how that went.
We actually talked in the morning. She was surprised to find I was a proxy, which didn't surprise me at all. Dad wanted her kept in the dark and no force on this earth was ever going to get me to go back to that fucking house once I was finally out and serving Father so I never really got a chance to spill the beans to her.
We spent a little bit of time talking about how unbelievable and awe inspiring Father is. She calls him 'the Master'. That's fucking adorable. I would take that up but I think Rat Man would finally snap and run me through. He pretty on edge with me already and I've been \trying\ to be nicer to him. Pretty sure that hasn't been working.
Did pass a long my final important piece of wisdom to Navi before I finally returned to the Couriers.
'Oh yeah. By the way... Moms pissed you killed dad. Like really pissed. When I was raiding the house for my inheritance I found your name written in blood with death threats on all the walls. At first I was pretty sure I was hallucinating but then I found the bodies and I'm pretty sure those were real. I'm pretty sure she was practicing... pretty sure she intends to hunt and kill you.'
You should have seen Navi's jaw drop. I'm surprised anything surprises her at this point.
But look at me. I'm like rambling and shit.
Can't have that. Suffice to say, Navi has been warned. I've done my duty as her sibling. In fact I did her one better. I gave her my cell number. Told her if she ever found mom and wanted help dealing with her to just give me a call. God forbid our mom should find her first... mutilation is not fun.
That concludes the trip.
Back with the couriers now, naturally.
Not that I really came back to much. These fuckers are so sllllloooowwww. Everyone here is wrapped up in their own little agendas and nothing is getting done. I thought at first maybe it was my fault for leaving for so long but for the vague amount of time that I have actually been back they have still managed to accomplish nothing so this is so not my fucking fault... and honestly that concerns me.
Ivan out.
Cue the prayer!
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
Sure no ones tired of that already or anything. I've decided the prayer is mandatory. It is through these blogs that we pay homage to Father and as a proud proxy I feel the need to be blunt about it.
Total transparency for the win!
... Or something I guess. Whatever.
I've been back for like... ever now. Or maybe I haven't!
Wooooooo... Myyyyysssssttttteeeerrrrrrryyyyy.
Or something.
I've intentionally delayed this post to obscure how long it takes for me to get from here to the Free Market. Rest Assured, it did not take me 15 fucking days to go there and have a conversation before coming back.
I don't know that knowing how long it actually took me to get there and back would be like... useful or something but I do know that information is power and power is best kept under ones nose where no one would ever think to check!
See, they always check like blogs, or books, or your brains or something for the useful information. No sane person would ever check your nose. So suck on that nerds. Checkmate. King me. Queen Me. Then Yahtzee me. Its six sixes on my fucking checkered board.
Hahahahahaha!
My brilliance aside, I got to see my sister Navi.
That was cool.
I showed up at the Free Market and immediately went into hiding. Picasso is supposedly bedridden but I don't take any fucking chances. Mutilation is not fun.
I called up Sloth, our glorious leader and untrustible dirt-bag. Lord Betrayer Sloth seems to be doing good. Hes got a violent, bitchy, whiny, Mexican thug glued to his side but its a good look for him. It seems to be keeping him death free so that's good.
Said bitch, hereafter referred to as the Lord Goddess Nat or Nat for short, has resumed my old duty of beating on insubordinate masks to keep them under thumb. Which is good because shes fucking strong. We fought a few rounds and I was not disappointed... in her fighting. I was quite disappointed in her sour attitude but the fighting as top notch. I seemed to be the only one having fun though...
Shes also totally jealous of my singing which is not at all flattering in the company one keeps. ;p
I of course did actually visit Navi while I was there. She ambushed me and tried to choke me out. When I broke free of that things devolved into a fist fight fight and... well I knocked her out. Shes not much for a fist fight. Might have been different if she had come at me with her sword... because I didn't see her coming and being stabbed in the back fucking sucks. So... pretty happy with how that went.
We actually talked in the morning. She was surprised to find I was a proxy, which didn't surprise me at all. Dad wanted her kept in the dark and no force on this earth was ever going to get me to go back to that fucking house once I was finally out and serving Father so I never really got a chance to spill the beans to her.
We spent a little bit of time talking about how unbelievable and awe inspiring Father is. She calls him 'the Master'. That's fucking adorable. I would take that up but I think Rat Man would finally snap and run me through. He pretty on edge with me already and I've been \trying\ to be nicer to him. Pretty sure that hasn't been working.
Did pass a long my final important piece of wisdom to Navi before I finally returned to the Couriers.
'Oh yeah. By the way... Moms pissed you killed dad. Like really pissed. When I was raiding the house for my inheritance I found your name written in blood with death threats on all the walls. At first I was pretty sure I was hallucinating but then I found the bodies and I'm pretty sure those were real. I'm pretty sure she was practicing... pretty sure she intends to hunt and kill you.'
You should have seen Navi's jaw drop. I'm surprised anything surprises her at this point.
But look at me. I'm like rambling and shit.
Can't have that. Suffice to say, Navi has been warned. I've done my duty as her sibling. In fact I did her one better. I gave her my cell number. Told her if she ever found mom and wanted help dealing with her to just give me a call. God forbid our mom should find her first... mutilation is not fun.
That concludes the trip.
Back with the couriers now, naturally.
Not that I really came back to much. These fuckers are so sllllloooowwww. Everyone here is wrapped up in their own little agendas and nothing is getting done. I thought at first maybe it was my fault for leaving for so long but for the vague amount of time that I have actually been back they have still managed to accomplish nothing so this is so not my fucking fault... and honestly that concerns me.
Ivan out.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Navi
First a quick prayer:
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
Heart warming isn't it? Fate favors the faithful. This I know, for I always tell me so.
My grammar are so good.
Rambling. I should stop rambling.
I'm taking a trip. I'm not really supposed to leave the Courier... compound thing but apparently the Free Market is under new management. If this is to be believed, shittier management than I could have ever fucking dreamed. I mean, don't get me wrong. Nat is a solid pick to head up the now all female roster of insanely hateful bitches that run the Free Market's sub-Divisions. Sloth, however, is a shitty pick for anything that puts him over another living soul. I know I will not be taking a knee out of loyalty in presence of the Betrayer. I give the fucker a week before someone slices his throat open and leaves him face down in a ditch. Not even a Godddes could hope to save that shit head. Hes in way over his head.
Anyways, I figure I can take advantage of this development to go visit my sister Navi. Shes the filthy runner Picasso and Moth picked up from Black lake. The one who helped them destroy the place.
She was supposed to be being kept at home for safety or some shit but since she killed Dad and Mom is on the loose I think she might actually be safer joining the family business. So here's hoping that goes over well.
If anyone needs anything, let me know. The courier gig comes first. I'll come running back like a bat nose diving back into hell.
Oh, and Rat Fuck I would like to take this moment to remind you that I've had sex. Eat a dick.
Ivan out.
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
Heart warming isn't it? Fate favors the faithful. This I know, for I always tell me so.
My grammar are so good.
Rambling. I should stop rambling.
I'm taking a trip. I'm not really supposed to leave the Courier... compound thing but apparently the Free Market is under new management. If this is to be believed, shittier management than I could have ever fucking dreamed. I mean, don't get me wrong. Nat is a solid pick to head up the now all female roster of insanely hateful bitches that run the Free Market's sub-Divisions. Sloth, however, is a shitty pick for anything that puts him over another living soul. I know I will not be taking a knee out of loyalty in presence of the Betrayer. I give the fucker a week before someone slices his throat open and leaves him face down in a ditch. Not even a Godddes could hope to save that shit head. Hes in way over his head.
Anyways, I figure I can take advantage of this development to go visit my sister Navi. Shes the filthy runner Picasso and Moth picked up from Black lake. The one who helped them destroy the place.
She was supposed to be being kept at home for safety or some shit but since she killed Dad and Mom is on the loose I think she might actually be safer joining the family business. So here's hoping that goes over well.
If anyone needs anything, let me know. The courier gig comes first. I'll come running back like a bat nose diving back into hell.
Oh, and Rat Fuck I would like to take this moment to remind you that I've had sex. Eat a dick.
Ivan out.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Advertising
It's been longer than I would have liked since you've heard from any of us. My apologies for that. In the wake of what was honestly a disastrous first mission, I have been attempting to pick up the pieces and restructure our organization some, behind the scenes. I am a closed doors kind of person by nature. It isn't that I have anything to hide, of course about the way we operate. I hope to continue being transparent about that. But I prefer to keep my affairs quietly in order, without commentary from the peanut gallery. Humans in groups have the remarkable ability to see things incorrectly, no matter the facts.
This is beside the point.
Right now, the important thing is that people know they can expect better from us. So, in the next few days, several things are going to happen:
That is all at this time. If those of you who read this blog have any questions, I would be pleased to answer them. I want to put a FAQ page on this blog, but I can't exactly do that with out questions being asked, now can I?
-Malcolm
This is beside the point.
Right now, the important thing is that people know they can expect better from us. So, in the next few days, several things are going to happen:
- This blog will see a variety of new pages and links open up, including a 'Helpful Resources' page, a page dedicated to what we here at Rain or Snow are capable of acquiring for delivery, and an updated terms of service page detailing how we as an organization do what we do.
- Advertising. I apologize for the groan-inducing spam-fest that is about to take place, but it can't be helped. The word must spread. I have intel which suggests many of those troubled by the Fears lurk, but never post on these blogs. Some of them see, but do not interact, for one reason or another. These people must be reached, and so my team will be commenting on as many blogs as we can find about our service.
That is all at this time. If those of you who read this blog have any questions, I would be pleased to answer them. I want to put a FAQ page on this blog, but I can't exactly do that with out questions being asked, now can I?
-Malcolm
Friday, August 1, 2014
Be back soon
Maximum two days. I've got a personal project I need to work on. Nobody touch my files while I'm out unless you want to lose a hand. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that. Yes, I can tell. You know how to get in contact if I need to come back early to patch someone up or someone needs to... talk.
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Ffd, R'b xaqbdnfp di mtd vqgbtnm wmhbf Ajigqq'l Hsve. Yhz's ljfm piramx fxctm fq, hm'qd sjnm yzdj swnjgq sajjn gvunhm. N ujc otwd vfjn da fkrxqx.
You Can Skip This One
Its just gonna be a few paragraphs of me bitching and worrying.
Seriously. I bet it'll put you to sleep or something. I'm getting bored and dozing off myself just sitting here thinking about what I want to say. Painfully disinteresting. In fact, if there hadn't been a giant eye staring me down on my TV for the last 12 hours I probably would have passed out a long time ago. I am exhausted.
Although I probably would have just turned off the TV after the first hour if it wasn't going on and on about how cute I am. Priorities. Sleep can wait. I'm being pampered.
Lets take this moment real quick to say a short prayer for Father.
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
And now that that's done, I should get back to the topic at hand. Bitching and worrying.
I don't know that I agree with Ellen on giving Anna the information. I mean, that was pretty fucked up. Down right betrayal on Anna's part. And we had the moral high ground before. The terms of the delivery was something Incognito was super into right up until they fucked him over. But giving Anna his side of the delivery anyways speaks very poorly on us. Dishonorable. Disrespectful. Its... in bad taste, much like this post.
But fuck it. Whatever. Its done. Incognito and Anna are both trash in my book and I hope they destroy each other. I confidently say as such because I know the two of them wish me much worse for being a proxy. As if what I do is so much worse than the shit they do.
For the record, in my ten years as a proxy, I have never offed a runner. Smoke that down your pipes while you're up on your high fucking horses.
But look at me again, awkwardly lashing out in preemptive self defense at a lifeless computer screen. Having arguments with people who aren't here and can't respond. Madness. The TV agrees with me. We also both agree that I'm smart and awesome. So suck on that while you're at it.
Shifting back to something more on topic, I understand why Ellen would side with Anna. Ellen has a bit of a reputation for keeping secrets for the sake of others whether they like it or not. But quiet frankly, it doesn't make it any less fucked up in my book when Ellen does it either. Because I don't play favorites. Fucked is fucked.
Lets bitch about Ellen some more. I don't know how I feel about her roaming about on her own. I understand she goes stir crazy. I fucking live stir crazy. I get it. But if shes half as dangerous as I've been constantly assured she is by both herself and others, then I think she really should have an attendant on her.
And yes, I understand shes a big girl. She can take care of herself... but its not her safety I'm honestly worried about.
I don't know. Maybe its just me. My dad always said I was far to overbearing. Especially when it came to my sister. After all, she was never gonna get any stronger if I took all her beatings for her. But logically knowing that never made it any easier to watch. So who knows, maybe I'm just being way overbearing in regards to Ellen right now. Hard to say.
And lets bring my final whiny aside up, this job is boring. I assumed when I was assigned to protect a group of runners from dangerous fear cults both foreign and domestic, see 'rival fear cults' and 'other proxies', that it was gonna be a more proactive job.
I was delighted when I found out it was the new couriers. One, Courier is a kick ass title in my book. It carried a lot of weight amongst proxies I knew back at the Free Market Compound if nothing else. And two, the original Couriers were notorious for getting themselves into incredible amounts of fucking trouble. Which meant, in theory, that I'd have no shortage of fights win and shitheads to kill.
But I've spent the last month locked away in this base doing fuck all... talking with a TV about how strong I am.
And while I'm enjoying the constant pep talk, I want some action.
Ivan out.
Seriously. I bet it'll put you to sleep or something. I'm getting bored and dozing off myself just sitting here thinking about what I want to say. Painfully disinteresting. In fact, if there hadn't been a giant eye staring me down on my TV for the last 12 hours I probably would have passed out a long time ago. I am exhausted.
Although I probably would have just turned off the TV after the first hour if it wasn't going on and on about how cute I am. Priorities. Sleep can wait. I'm being pampered.
Lets take this moment real quick to say a short prayer for Father.
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
And now that that's done, I should get back to the topic at hand. Bitching and worrying.
I don't know that I agree with Ellen on giving Anna the information. I mean, that was pretty fucked up. Down right betrayal on Anna's part. And we had the moral high ground before. The terms of the delivery was something Incognito was super into right up until they fucked him over. But giving Anna his side of the delivery anyways speaks very poorly on us. Dishonorable. Disrespectful. Its... in bad taste, much like this post.
But fuck it. Whatever. Its done. Incognito and Anna are both trash in my book and I hope they destroy each other. I confidently say as such because I know the two of them wish me much worse for being a proxy. As if what I do is so much worse than the shit they do.
For the record, in my ten years as a proxy, I have never offed a runner. Smoke that down your pipes while you're up on your high fucking horses.
But look at me again, awkwardly lashing out in preemptive self defense at a lifeless computer screen. Having arguments with people who aren't here and can't respond. Madness. The TV agrees with me. We also both agree that I'm smart and awesome. So suck on that while you're at it.
Shifting back to something more on topic, I understand why Ellen would side with Anna. Ellen has a bit of a reputation for keeping secrets for the sake of others whether they like it or not. But quiet frankly, it doesn't make it any less fucked up in my book when Ellen does it either. Because I don't play favorites. Fucked is fucked.
Lets bitch about Ellen some more. I don't know how I feel about her roaming about on her own. I understand she goes stir crazy. I fucking live stir crazy. I get it. But if shes half as dangerous as I've been constantly assured she is by both herself and others, then I think she really should have an attendant on her.
And yes, I understand shes a big girl. She can take care of herself... but its not her safety I'm honestly worried about.
I don't know. Maybe its just me. My dad always said I was far to overbearing. Especially when it came to my sister. After all, she was never gonna get any stronger if I took all her beatings for her. But logically knowing that never made it any easier to watch. So who knows, maybe I'm just being way overbearing in regards to Ellen right now. Hard to say.
And lets bring my final whiny aside up, this job is boring. I assumed when I was assigned to protect a group of runners from dangerous fear cults both foreign and domestic, see 'rival fear cults' and 'other proxies', that it was gonna be a more proactive job.
I was delighted when I found out it was the new couriers. One, Courier is a kick ass title in my book. It carried a lot of weight amongst proxies I knew back at the Free Market Compound if nothing else. And two, the original Couriers were notorious for getting themselves into incredible amounts of fucking trouble. Which meant, in theory, that I'd have no shortage of fights win and shitheads to kill.
But I've spent the last month locked away in this base doing fuck all... talking with a TV about how strong I am.
And while I'm enjoying the constant pep talk, I want some action.
Ivan out.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Sorry, Not Sorry
So, I don't live in headquarters like the others. I travel the rest of the time. I don't like being stuck in one place all the time, and right now we don't do enough deliveries to get me out consistently. I have friends I like to visit, things I like to do alone. I don't like being domestic for extended periods of time. For short bursts, it's fantastic. I come in, I cook enough food for an army, I freeze it, and then I want to get the hell out. When I start feeling the urge to wear an apron or bleach the counters, it's time to go because I have completely lost my shit. Mal knows this, he's known me for years. So I left the morning after Mal's mission report. He expected that. What he didn't expect was what ELSE I did.
Mal, I took the files. Incognito, I know you put a stop order on the delivery, but I couldn't let that happen. Call me biased, call me a bitch, call me unreliable, but I know Anna pretty well. We've been friends for a while. I know how much she was counting on that info. So I got it to her. I finished the delivery, indirectly. Anna and Daniel are a little busy right now, so I dropped the files with a trusted friend of both of ours. Not sure if I ever told her I'd met him before, but it was fantastic to see him again.
I'm a bit busy with him tonight, but I just wanted to drop a note to say delivery completed and sorry Mal.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Aside
Yes, I do paperwork for us.
That is all there is to report at this time. Very shortly, this blog will be seeing updates to its layout, to ensure that our future clients receive the best possible experience with us. It is my hope that more information about how we operate will inspire people to see us as a trustworthy organization to do business with. Hence my posting this mission report here, in addition to storing a paper copy in my office.
You'll hear more from us soon.
-Malcolm
That is all there is to report at this time. Very shortly, this blog will be seeing updates to its layout, to ensure that our future clients receive the best possible experience with us. It is my hope that more information about how we operate will inspire people to see us as a trustworthy organization to do business with. Hence my posting this mission report here, in addition to storing a paper copy in my office.
You'll hear more from us soon.
-Malcolm
Mission Report - #001
After a more lengthy stay in Moscow than originally intended, Ellen and I have finally returned to the Rain or Snow home base. This is my report of events pertaining to our first delivery, an exchange of physical copies of information, between one Miss Annalee and one Mr. Incognito.
We were first contacted on Sunday July 10th, by Miss Annalee, inquiring as to whether we had the means to exchange information between her and a 'colleague' in another country. Russia, to be precise. Once she was informed that we did have the necessary resources to do so, formal arrangements were made between she, Mr. Incognito, and ourselves.
Chief among these formal arrangements was the necessary agreement to secrecy regarding the exact contents of the information being exchanged between Miss Annalee and Mr. Incognito. It was established early on that, for our own safety and for the safety of the two clients, we would not in any way be privy to the exact details enclosed in each 'package'. This was, of course, what allowed Miss Annalee to get away with a bait and switch; the information delivered to Mr. Incognito was of no value to him, and was merely a note apologizing for the deception. Whether this is an error in our judgement or in the judgement of our clients is irrelevant: future negotiations will have to account for this incident and it should be considered when working on the terms of delivery on a case-by-case basis.
After the initial arrangements were complete, I chose the members of my team with skills most pertinent to the mission at hand; myself, for speaking fluent Russian and handing over the documents themselves to each party; and Ellen, for required security should the two of us find ourselves in any trouble. We did not anticipate any such thing, but one can never be too careful, hm? Clearly.
On Monday, July 21st we left home base for Miss Annalee's reported location in [REDACTED] in the middle of nowhere. The place was a dilapidated shack and we spent very little time there; Miss Annalee provided me with what she assured us was her side of the exchange. Obviously, later it was discovered that there had been some deception, and this explains the uneasy feeling between myself, Ellen, Miss Annalee and her companion, Danny Cypress.
Once that was done, Ellen and I boarded a plane for Moscow, arriving in the city on the morning of Tuesday, July 22nd. We followed the specific instructions given to us on how to reach Mr. Incognito's current location, and were invited in less than warmly to see him. Security precautions were clearly tight, and Mr. Incognito himself appeared to be greatly injured. We simultaneously handed over each part of the exchange, and then Ellen and I left. There was no fanfare for a job well done.
We spent a great deal more time in Moscow than we intended, enjoying our time in a country neither of us is likely to return to soon.
On Wednesday, July 23rd, it was revealed in one of Mr. Incognito's posts on Endless Corners that the documents given to us by Miss Annalee were falsified, lacking the agreed upon contents they were intended to have. Miss Annalee swears in one of her posts on It's Days Are Numbered that she will explain in due time. Damage control efforts were made on our part, but very little could be done besides defending our own actions from criticism. This seems to have worked in our favor. In the future, Rain or Snow services will endeavor to prevent this kind of thing from happening, if at all possible. It's being looked into.
We have chosen to withhold Mr. Incognito's side of the delivery from Miss Annalee, since her end of the bargain was technically withheld as well. It will be kept for our records unless Mr. Incognito comes forward to request it's destruction or that we hand it back over. Until such time, our mission is complete.
It has now been slightly more than one week since our first mission began. Ellen and I arrived back at our home base late on Monday, July 28th. End mission report.
We were first contacted on Sunday July 10th, by Miss Annalee, inquiring as to whether we had the means to exchange information between her and a 'colleague' in another country. Russia, to be precise. Once she was informed that we did have the necessary resources to do so, formal arrangements were made between she, Mr. Incognito, and ourselves.
Chief among these formal arrangements was the necessary agreement to secrecy regarding the exact contents of the information being exchanged between Miss Annalee and Mr. Incognito. It was established early on that, for our own safety and for the safety of the two clients, we would not in any way be privy to the exact details enclosed in each 'package'. This was, of course, what allowed Miss Annalee to get away with a bait and switch; the information delivered to Mr. Incognito was of no value to him, and was merely a note apologizing for the deception. Whether this is an error in our judgement or in the judgement of our clients is irrelevant: future negotiations will have to account for this incident and it should be considered when working on the terms of delivery on a case-by-case basis.
After the initial arrangements were complete, I chose the members of my team with skills most pertinent to the mission at hand; myself, for speaking fluent Russian and handing over the documents themselves to each party; and Ellen, for required security should the two of us find ourselves in any trouble. We did not anticipate any such thing, but one can never be too careful, hm? Clearly.
On Monday, July 21st we left home base for Miss Annalee's reported location in [REDACTED] in the middle of nowhere. The place was a dilapidated shack and we spent very little time there; Miss Annalee provided me with what she assured us was her side of the exchange. Obviously, later it was discovered that there had been some deception, and this explains the uneasy feeling between myself, Ellen, Miss Annalee and her companion, Danny Cypress.
Once that was done, Ellen and I boarded a plane for Moscow, arriving in the city on the morning of Tuesday, July 22nd. We followed the specific instructions given to us on how to reach Mr. Incognito's current location, and were invited in less than warmly to see him. Security precautions were clearly tight, and Mr. Incognito himself appeared to be greatly injured. We simultaneously handed over each part of the exchange, and then Ellen and I left. There was no fanfare for a job well done.
We spent a great deal more time in Moscow than we intended, enjoying our time in a country neither of us is likely to return to soon.
On Wednesday, July 23rd, it was revealed in one of Mr. Incognito's posts on Endless Corners that the documents given to us by Miss Annalee were falsified, lacking the agreed upon contents they were intended to have. Miss Annalee swears in one of her posts on It's Days Are Numbered that she will explain in due time. Damage control efforts were made on our part, but very little could be done besides defending our own actions from criticism. This seems to have worked in our favor. In the future, Rain or Snow services will endeavor to prevent this kind of thing from happening, if at all possible. It's being looked into.
We have chosen to withhold Mr. Incognito's side of the delivery from Miss Annalee, since her end of the bargain was technically withheld as well. It will be kept for our records unless Mr. Incognito comes forward to request it's destruction or that we hand it back over. Until such time, our mission is complete.
It has now been slightly more than one week since our first mission began. Ellen and I arrived back at our home base late on Monday, July 28th. End mission report.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Flying sucks
Ellen here. Malcolm and I are on our first delivery, as he mentioned in his last post. It has been exactly as dull as you'd expect. We stopped by Anna's shack in the middle of nowhere, didn't even get asked inside, then drove several hours, only to get on a plane and take a long ass flight. Flying from the US to fucking Russia is one of the single most boring and frustrating experiences in my life. Like most people involved in this sort of mess, being stuck in a small space with no viable exits is one of my least favorite experiences in the world. The fact that I wasn't allowed to be armed didn't help. Stupid airport security.
Though, it's totally possible to trick that with a ceramic knife. Not that I did that, of course. Malcolm would have been upset at me for putting the delivery at risk. But theoretically, if one were wearing tall boots and stuck a ceramic knife in them, it wouldn't show up on the scanner. Good tip for runners and proxies alike if you get stuck on a plane and you think you might need to defend yourself. I'm not actually saying I did this, of course, or endorsing it because that's crazy illegal and I don't want to show up on some watch list somewhere for saying shit on a blog.
In any event the two of us (completely unarmed, of course) got off the plane a few hours ago. Now, I was tired and wanted to stop off for a nap and possibly some vodka (when in Rome, after all), but Malcolm just handed me a cup of coffee and insisted on heading straight over to our crazy Russian boys. That was about the point I lost track of what was going on. I don't speak Russian, which is why Mal came along on the job in the first place. As far as I know, he's the only one on the team that does.
What I do know is that the moment we knocked we were greeted by a very angry looking guy with a gun, and another, injured guy (I'm guessing that was Incognito himself?) holding a bigger gun. I understand being cautious about who you allow in, but guns in the face feels a bit excessive when you know you're expecting company. There was yelling, but it was in Russian, so I'm not sure what was said. Malcolm greeted this with his signature reptilian cool and replied, which thankfully resulted in the guns being set aside for the moment. Mal did the swap, Incognito handed over a hard drive, and then the angry guy shoved his gun in our face again, which I took to be our cue to go
I told Mal that there was no way I was getting back on the plane for at least another twelve hours, so we've been taking in the sights and enjoying the local alcohol. I never had such an appreciation for vodka before. Their beer is pretty fantastic too. I should get some sleep, though, it's crazy late here and I've got another flight in the morning. Ellen out.
Though, it's totally possible to trick that with a ceramic knife. Not that I did that, of course. Malcolm would have been upset at me for putting the delivery at risk. But theoretically, if one were wearing tall boots and stuck a ceramic knife in them, it wouldn't show up on the scanner. Good tip for runners and proxies alike if you get stuck on a plane and you think you might need to defend yourself. I'm not actually saying I did this, of course, or endorsing it because that's crazy illegal and I don't want to show up on some watch list somewhere for saying shit on a blog.
In any event the two of us (completely unarmed, of course) got off the plane a few hours ago. Now, I was tired and wanted to stop off for a nap and possibly some vodka (when in Rome, after all), but Malcolm just handed me a cup of coffee and insisted on heading straight over to our crazy Russian boys. That was about the point I lost track of what was going on. I don't speak Russian, which is why Mal came along on the job in the first place. As far as I know, he's the only one on the team that does.
What I do know is that the moment we knocked we were greeted by a very angry looking guy with a gun, and another, injured guy (I'm guessing that was Incognito himself?) holding a bigger gun. I understand being cautious about who you allow in, but guns in the face feels a bit excessive when you know you're expecting company. There was yelling, but it was in Russian, so I'm not sure what was said. Malcolm greeted this with his signature reptilian cool and replied, which thankfully resulted in the guns being set aside for the moment. Mal did the swap, Incognito handed over a hard drive, and then the angry guy shoved his gun in our face again, which I took to be our cue to go
I told Mal that there was no way I was getting back on the plane for at least another twelve hours, so we've been taking in the sights and enjoying the local alcohol. I never had such an appreciation for vodka before. Their beer is pretty fantastic too. I should get some sleep, though, it's crazy late here and I've got another flight in the morning. Ellen out.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Officially Open for Business
As should be obvious, the entire team has posted.
It is my hope that this post makes clear what our goals and our terms of service are.
And now, we have our very first mission. An exchange delivery between two parties incapable of making the trip to see each other of their own accord. They lack the resources, so it is our job to assist them.
And they are fairly well known, too, not just to us and the offline community but to all of those who follow the blogging side of out community. Miss Annalee of It's Days are Numbered and Mr. Incognito of Endless Corners require us to make the exchange for them. Due to the nature of the exchange, I will not be making public exactly what this transaction entails. However, as a general report of business, I can say that this initial delivery will be made by myself and Ellen alone. We intend to visit Miss Annalee first and obtain her end of the transaction, then to fly to Russia to deliver it and obtain Mr. Incognito's side of things for the former.
There isn't much else to be said, so far as I see it. This is a simple exchange and I have not been alerted to any threats outside of the ordinary by either client at this time. There will, at some point, be a home base update on this blog while Ellen and I are away. Maritza will provide this update so that I may simply check the blog to be aware of the status of my inactive team members while away. Either Ellen or myself shall be writing a status update partway through our mission, to ensure that our team is aware of our safety and the completion of the delivery.
I wish you all a good evening.
-Malcolm
It is my hope that this post makes clear what our goals and our terms of service are.
And now, we have our very first mission. An exchange delivery between two parties incapable of making the trip to see each other of their own accord. They lack the resources, so it is our job to assist them.
And they are fairly well known, too, not just to us and the offline community but to all of those who follow the blogging side of out community. Miss Annalee of It's Days are Numbered and Mr. Incognito of Endless Corners require us to make the exchange for them. Due to the nature of the exchange, I will not be making public exactly what this transaction entails. However, as a general report of business, I can say that this initial delivery will be made by myself and Ellen alone. We intend to visit Miss Annalee first and obtain her end of the transaction, then to fly to Russia to deliver it and obtain Mr. Incognito's side of things for the former.
There isn't much else to be said, so far as I see it. This is a simple exchange and I have not been alerted to any threats outside of the ordinary by either client at this time. There will, at some point, be a home base update on this blog while Ellen and I are away. Maritza will provide this update so that I may simply check the blog to be aware of the status of my inactive team members while away. Either Ellen or myself shall be writing a status update partway through our mission, to ensure that our team is aware of our safety and the completion of the delivery.
I wish you all a good evening.
-Malcolm
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Sleep is for other people.
You can call me Mari, Maritza, Cipher, Sola, what have you. I will be avoiding being called "Doc" out of respect and wanting less confusion with someone who went before. My specialty is psychology, but I am a reasonable medic when needed. I'll be patching people around here up if they need it.
I feel sure they will.
...Malcolm pulled me into this little group due to a past association, and I agreed because I needed some clothes that fit properly and some replacement glasses.
If you need me, message me. If not, I'll be working on a few things. If nothing else, it's nice to be able to organize stuff a bit.
Zch mjngxjrx wydjn fwnumoij, lwx H's ire pihtb wz mi hz. Vodx, qd tzho vckq. Di lwsntz fzvyr oiwz vs qujp hrngupw anllonvtxh, snzb hrfk vmrmjvke bhe qcs cdws j mguqhw. Ouhx rdcwcmm.
I feel sure they will.
...Malcolm pulled me into this little group due to a past association, and I agreed because I needed some clothes that fit properly and some replacement glasses.
If you need me, message me. If not, I'll be working on a few things. If nothing else, it's nice to be able to organize stuff a bit.
Zch mjngxjrx wydjn fwnumoij, lwx H's ire pihtb wz mi hz. Vodx, qd tzho vckq. Di lwsntz fzvyr oiwz vs qujp hrngupw anllonvtxh, snzb hrfk vmrmjvke bhe qcs cdws j mguqhw. Ouhx rdcwcmm.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
I Was Made To Write This
Don't ask us about:
Gloom of night
Proxies
Tall, Dark and Slender
Proxies, again
With that out of the way, Ellen's beaten me to the punch on declaring this a bad idea, but at least it's a bad idea I'm getting paid for before it goes tits up. Malc's house, although it's more of a mansion thing, is also very nice. Running water and working electricity and aircon and central heating. This gets five stars on Runner Yelp.
The guy is so loaded I'm surprised he doesn't leak money as he walks.
So all in all, it's a bit of a cushy number here, although the fact we have a proxy on board kinda freaks me out a little. No offense, Ivan. You're just really creepy.
Introductions! I'm Jeresy, yes with an s, no last name given, and I've been hired as a getaway driver for the new Couriers, on account of Malc seeing my skills in action and being surprisingly understanding for a guy who lost money to them and also knowing how to lean on a man re: not going to prison.
Now if you'll excuse me, the fully stocked fridge is calling my name.
Gloom of night
Proxies
Tall, Dark and Slender
Proxies, again
With that out of the way, Ellen's beaten me to the punch on declaring this a bad idea, but at least it's a bad idea I'm getting paid for before it goes tits up. Malc's house, although it's more of a mansion thing, is also very nice. Running water and working electricity and aircon and central heating. This gets five stars on Runner Yelp.
The guy is so loaded I'm surprised he doesn't leak money as he walks.
So all in all, it's a bit of a cushy number here, although the fact we have a proxy on board kinda freaks me out a little. No offense, Ivan. You're just really creepy.
Introductions! I'm Jeresy, yes with an s, no last name given, and I've been hired as a getaway driver for the new Couriers, on account of Malc seeing my skills in action and being surprisingly understanding for a guy who lost money to them and also knowing how to lean on a man re: not going to prison.
Now if you'll excuse me, the fully stocked fridge is calling my name.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Formalities
You'll forgive me if this post is short. The nonsensical folly that plagued the previous set of Couriers is something which I have little patience for. If we are to survive, we must endeavor to be more professional, to conduct ourselves as carefully as is possible. As the employer in this arrangement, I feel it is my duty to act in a manner which protects not only myself but my team from any and all harm. Foolish risk-taking will not be tolerated, and the business of supply-running will be my primary focus.
As to that, I said before that I would explain more thoroughly the terms of our operation, and here we are.
To contact us, simply send an email to the address rainorsnowservices@gmail.com. Useful information to consider including in your email is as follows:
-Your name, your location, and means of contacting you(if you are uncomfortable sharing any of this information via email, we can discuss alternative modes of contact for this.)
-whatever threatens you(this refers to the specific Fear troubling you, as well as any other enemies, such as Fear worshipers, or lesser supernatural entities)
-what it is you would like delivered(we have considerable resources, as stated before. We can and will discuss accommodations for the delivery. If it turns out that what you need delivered is not within our means, we can discuss alternative modes of assisting you in acquiring the thing yourself.)
-who you would like the delivery made to(if it so happens that you are attempting to have something sent to someone else, whether from us to them or you to them, this also can be arranged.)
We deliver to anyone in need. This includes those referred to as "runners", those referred to as "proxies", and anyone between the two labels or otherwise. The Rain or Snow service is not discriminatory. Our goal is to lessen the stress and suffering felt by those who's lives have been touched by the Fears. It is well documented that even those who serve them suffer greatly. So our team will answer requests from any and everyone.
Having said that, it is true what Ellen said in her post, that we will not be endangering ourselves for the purpose of rescue missions. If we put ourselves in harm's way, it is for the purpose of providing other's with the means to get themselves out of harm's way. We will not do it for you. If we die, we can not longer provide our service, and that is entirely antithetical to the point of this whole thing.
We will also not be charging any money for this service, again, as Ellen pointed out before. I have the wealth to continue doing business for a considerable amount of time, and so we do not require payment. Donations of all kinds are welcome, of course, but unnecessary if none can be provided.
These are the facts. The terms of our operation are quite clear now, I hope. If there are any questions, they may be left in the comment section, or sent to our email. Again, that's rainorsnowservices@gmail.com. One of us will surely answer as promptly as possible.
-Malcolm
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Ivan, the 'Also the Muscle'
Master keep me, Fire guide me,
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
I bet you were excited to see a normal title. One that isn't a number or as insanely dapper as 'the is a bad idea.'
I bet you groaned hard when you saw the weird prayer thing that followed.
Hello. I am Ivan Impronounceable and I live in a fantasy.
And before any of you fuckers try to correct me, I know Impronounceable isn't a word. It similarly isn't my last name. My last name is unpronounceable. So I don't bother. But I still like to have one. So I changed it to what it is. Unpronounceable. But I still want it to act like a last name with funny spelling. Because last names are supposed to be weird and shit.
So its Impronounceable. Got it?
Your silence is a yes.
I would always like $20. I'll come by to mug you all for it later or something.
I'm gonna assume you read the last post, Ellen's post. Working directly off of that, I want to start upfront (Well, middle section at this point I guess) with this. I am the team proxy.
More than that, I am one of Fracture's Finest of the Fire Cult. He references me here.
For the record, I am not wearing that dress. I'm not into that anymore, much to the disappoint of one or more of my new comrades it would seem. You know who you are. You've earned yourself an emote! -_-'
So ha! Not gonna happen.
Moving on,
I've been a proxy since I was ten. Since I was eight if you count the training. Since as long as I can remember if you count my Father's home training program. I wouldn't though. The son of a bitch just like to beat me. Not that I care anymore. Hes dead now. My sister killed him.
I like to think it has something to do with the abuse and I've actually heard a lot of theories as to why it may be over the years but I've never sought counseling or medication over it so there's no telling, but I'm schizophrenic. I hear things. Even see things. Things I've long since discerned to not be real. Or, at the very least not real enough to matter.
This is such an odd world. When I first started seeing things I thought I might be special, like I had a power or something. But no. Turns out I'm just crazy.
And that's were the living in a fantasy thing comes from. A lot of the things I see and hear, aren't real. Like when my hand starts talking to me. Thats not real.
I use to have a hard time telling the difference but I've got it down pretty good now. I've learned the norm... more less.
At the very least I have two tired and true fact to fall back on. I don't know why they're true but they just are true.
1.No hallucination of anyone or thing I've already met or scene is ever perfect. There is always something visually wrong with them.
2. No hallucinated voice ever seems to share or accurately imitate a voice I've already heard.
These two truths have allowed me to function, even with how dangerous and high risk my job has. These truths also keep me from hurting those around me. Although they don't always protect me from myself...
Enough rambling about me. Let me take one final moment to ramble about my role in the Couriers.
As Ellen previous stated, shes the muscle. Its her title. Ellen, the Muscle.
And so now I dub myself.
I am Ivan, the 'Also the Muscle'.
Sorry if the post's title spoiled that for you.
I'm another set of muscle. Proxy Muscle. Where Ellen favors knives, I'm a hand to hand specialist. I've mastered CQC, a mix of various martial arts, and some wresting. I've also got some boxing under my belt but I prefer a bit of finesse when I kill and subdue shit. Not that boxing doesn't have finesse to it, mind you. It just has less than I would like.
So that... or uh this I guess, is me. I am Ivan.
Please to meet you.
I charge forward to fight the foe just beyond me,
For if I don't strike they'll find and consume me.
Vast Barren Silence, hear me. My light will expunge thee.
This compulsion compels me so they'll know how to resist ye.
And thus I write.
Fos tin Katharí
I bet you were excited to see a normal title. One that isn't a number or as insanely dapper as 'the is a bad idea.'
I bet you groaned hard when you saw the weird prayer thing that followed.
Hello. I am Ivan Impronounceable and I live in a fantasy.
And before any of you fuckers try to correct me, I know Impronounceable isn't a word. It similarly isn't my last name. My last name is unpronounceable. So I don't bother. But I still like to have one. So I changed it to what it is. Unpronounceable. But I still want it to act like a last name with funny spelling. Because last names are supposed to be weird and shit.
So its Impronounceable. Got it?
Your silence is a yes.
I would always like $20. I'll come by to mug you all for it later or something.
I'm gonna assume you read the last post, Ellen's post. Working directly off of that, I want to start upfront (Well, middle section at this point I guess) with this. I am the team proxy.
More than that, I am one of Fracture's Finest of the Fire Cult. He references me here.
For the record, I am not wearing that dress. I'm not into that anymore, much to the disappoint of one or more of my new comrades it would seem. You know who you are. You've earned yourself an emote! -_-'
So ha! Not gonna happen.
Moving on,
I've been a proxy since I was ten. Since I was eight if you count the training. Since as long as I can remember if you count my Father's home training program. I wouldn't though. The son of a bitch just like to beat me. Not that I care anymore. Hes dead now. My sister killed him.
I like to think it has something to do with the abuse and I've actually heard a lot of theories as to why it may be over the years but I've never sought counseling or medication over it so there's no telling, but I'm schizophrenic. I hear things. Even see things. Things I've long since discerned to not be real. Or, at the very least not real enough to matter.
This is such an odd world. When I first started seeing things I thought I might be special, like I had a power or something. But no. Turns out I'm just crazy.
And that's were the living in a fantasy thing comes from. A lot of the things I see and hear, aren't real. Like when my hand starts talking to me. Thats not real.
I use to have a hard time telling the difference but I've got it down pretty good now. I've learned the norm... more less.
At the very least I have two tired and true fact to fall back on. I don't know why they're true but they just are true.
1.No hallucination of anyone or thing I've already met or scene is ever perfect. There is always something visually wrong with them.
2. No hallucinated voice ever seems to share or accurately imitate a voice I've already heard.
These two truths have allowed me to function, even with how dangerous and high risk my job has. These truths also keep me from hurting those around me. Although they don't always protect me from myself...
Enough rambling about me. Let me take one final moment to ramble about my role in the Couriers.
As Ellen previous stated, shes the muscle. Its her title. Ellen, the Muscle.
And so now I dub myself.
I am Ivan, the 'Also the Muscle'.
Sorry if the post's title spoiled that for you.
I'm another set of muscle. Proxy Muscle. Where Ellen favors knives, I'm a hand to hand specialist. I've mastered CQC, a mix of various martial arts, and some wresting. I've also got some boxing under my belt but I prefer a bit of finesse when I kill and subdue shit. Not that boxing doesn't have finesse to it, mind you. It just has less than I would like.
So that... or uh this I guess, is me. I am Ivan.
Please to meet you.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Bad Idea Time
I want to state for the record right now that I think this is a terrible damn idea. The last batch's horrible deaths was pretty much inevitable. It's the natural result of running around having to deal with Fears and the lives of those that they want dead. We are probably all going to die horribly for your benefit, random runners who will end up hiring us. That's how this is going to work. I just hope we manage to save enough lives to make this all worth it.
Hi, I'm Ellen. Malcolm is kind of the brains (and the money) behind this whole operation. The whole thing was his idea, and since he's an old friend I decided I should help out. You can think of me as the muscle. If there's a fight, I'll be in the thick of it. Fear cultists try to start some shit? I can start it right back. I'm also the only one here who both knows how to cook and bothers to remember to do so, so I get the dubious privilege of making sure all of that happens.
I'm sure Malcolm will make everyone else put up little intros soon enough, but for now, this is my turn and I want to set a few things straight. No, we're not going to charge you anything, yes, we'll deliver to anyone (even proxies, since we have one on the team), and no, we don't do rescue missions. If you need food or a weapon, we can get those to you. But we can't devote the manpower or resources to getting people out of certain death all action hero style.
We don't charge, but tips are always appreciated. And that's any kind of tip. Information, a good meal, a place to crash before we head back, a bottle of alcohol, whatever. And before you ask, we'll still make the delivery even if you don't give us anything. It just seems polite to give the people who came traipsing across the country to deliver your shit SOMETHING for their trouble.
In any case, we're open for business, as stupid as this whole thing might be. Please don't make us regret this.
Hi, I'm Ellen. Malcolm is kind of the brains (and the money) behind this whole operation. The whole thing was his idea, and since he's an old friend I decided I should help out. You can think of me as the muscle. If there's a fight, I'll be in the thick of it. Fear cultists try to start some shit? I can start it right back. I'm also the only one here who both knows how to cook and bothers to remember to do so, so I get the dubious privilege of making sure all of that happens.
I'm sure Malcolm will make everyone else put up little intros soon enough, but for now, this is my turn and I want to set a few things straight. No, we're not going to charge you anything, yes, we'll deliver to anyone (even proxies, since we have one on the team), and no, we don't do rescue missions. If you need food or a weapon, we can get those to you. But we can't devote the manpower or resources to getting people out of certain death all action hero style.
We don't charge, but tips are always appreciated. And that's any kind of tip. Information, a good meal, a place to crash before we head back, a bottle of alcohol, whatever. And before you ask, we'll still make the delivery even if you don't give us anything. It just seems polite to give the people who came traipsing across the country to deliver your shit SOMETHING for their trouble.
In any case, we're open for business, as stupid as this whole thing might be. Please don't make us regret this.
Friday, June 27, 2014
1.)
There was a time when my primary concern would have been finding the polite way to begin this story. But now is not that time.
Once, there was a service for those in need. A service which provided supplies to those who would and could pay for them. But it is plain upon review that the construction of that service was not very stable. It was built upon a weak foundation, and so it fell, as so many other things in the face of our Immortal Enemy do.
Before it fell, however, this service did a great deal of good for a great deal of people. It brought hope and joy to those who suffered under the weight of Fear. The weight of a life being led in the presence of The Fears. These are monsters who stalk, kill, and drive insane all those who dare to exist in the same world as they do. And every day, there are poor, struggling people, in pain every waking moment of their lives because of these things. They need help, and they no longer receive it from anywhere, from anyone.
This is a grievous wrong that must be made right.
So I have taken it upon myself to re-establish this service. For better or for worse, those who regularly interact with the Fears themselves shall be provided with supplies; material aid; and as much offensive back-up, in the fight that is their lives, as possible. I have considerable resources at my disposal to make this possible. More so than any other before me who has been aware of our plight. And I intend to put this to good use, to spread as much help and health and happiness as I possibly can.
Perhaps I am a sentimental man. But what we need right now is sentiment. There is precious little of it to be found, these days.
In the coming weeks, you will here much from myself and my team. I shall explain more thoroughly the terms of our operation. For now, I leave you with this hopefully comforting thought: help is on the way.
-Malcolm
Once, there was a service for those in need. A service which provided supplies to those who would and could pay for them. But it is plain upon review that the construction of that service was not very stable. It was built upon a weak foundation, and so it fell, as so many other things in the face of our Immortal Enemy do.
Before it fell, however, this service did a great deal of good for a great deal of people. It brought hope and joy to those who suffered under the weight of Fear. The weight of a life being led in the presence of The Fears. These are monsters who stalk, kill, and drive insane all those who dare to exist in the same world as they do. And every day, there are poor, struggling people, in pain every waking moment of their lives because of these things. They need help, and they no longer receive it from anywhere, from anyone.
This is a grievous wrong that must be made right.
So I have taken it upon myself to re-establish this service. For better or for worse, those who regularly interact with the Fears themselves shall be provided with supplies; material aid; and as much offensive back-up, in the fight that is their lives, as possible. I have considerable resources at my disposal to make this possible. More so than any other before me who has been aware of our plight. And I intend to put this to good use, to spread as much help and health and happiness as I possibly can.
Perhaps I am a sentimental man. But what we need right now is sentiment. There is precious little of it to be found, these days.
In the coming weeks, you will here much from myself and my team. I shall explain more thoroughly the terms of our operation. For now, I leave you with this hopefully comforting thought: help is on the way.
-Malcolm
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