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.

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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:

• 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.

          -Again, I am so, so sorry for that.

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

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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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.