A Surprise Visit and Other Stuff

2-23-12, 7:18 pm:

Shit, I'm guessing my training started a little earlier than Candlemass probably intended. I came back because I forgot something at the house, and the downstairs lights were off, and something was waiting for me downstairs. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it.

It hated me. It wanted to see me cry and suffer. As soon as I walked in, it became hard to breathe. I started to get a little faint, and the world went a little grey.

And then I saw it. Have you ever smelled rotting flesh, /x/? Not pleasant. It was grinning at me, from the corner. The worse I got the happier it was.

And then I got mad. I hate things like that more than anything else in the world. It stopped grinning. It looked scared. The madder I got, the more frightened it looked.

I was so angry, I was even shaking. I think I took a step towards it, with the intention of strangling the non-life from its very body when it just seemed to.... run away I guess.

I came to, lying on the floor, with someone saying "Chickadee" to me, but I was alone. Maybe it was in my head? My ribs hurt like hell.

9:58


Sorry, I went back to work after my unfortunate encounter with whatever the fuck that was. My ribs still hurt like hell, and it hurts to breathe. Do you get bruises if you break your ribs?

Anyway, the lights were back on when I went back into the house. It was warm, and nothing seemed amiss. Candlemass was already waiting for me in the kitchen. His back was turned to me before he heard me come in, hood up. I figured he'd just got in too, and when he turned around to look at me, he looked highly upset.

"Chickadee, I'm so sorry." He had said. He explained that, somehow, the thing must have gotten wind of what we were doing, and what was going on, and tried to pounce early. Apparently, I hadn't forgotten all of my training, though, since I stood up to it instead of running away or becoming afraid. Since I'd performed so admirably, he figured he didn't need to train further in that respect. I guess it's one of those things where you have it or you don't.

He tested my ribs, and affirmed that I, indeed, had fucked them up, and checked out the shin I didn't know I had. I guess the ardrenaline still hasn't worn off.

I'm pretty beat, guys. For once, Candlemass didn't head off. He's laying in my bed, watching my TV, hypnotized, and eating my snack food.

10:01

Candlemass wants to know what I'm doing. I'm telling him I'm journaling this. Not untrue, but he made a scornful little sound and started rooting around for my candy.

He's usually really high-speed, and super efficient, so seeing him basically like that is really funny.

He just sat up, and started telling me a story about my Nana. wtf. She never liked him, he said. Would see him, but always hissed at him and throw crap at him. I think her seeing him freaked him out the most.

On "Watchers" and Dustfinger:

Haha, he's a little confused. He gave me the definitions for the ones he knows in this realm that he's familiar with, and the one he's from. Apparently, where he's from, Watchers live in lakes and ponds, and suck in unsuspecting people- they also have weird sucker-y type limbs that can grab living things and pull them into the water, but apparently they're more like hands, and they have eyestalks on them. ew.

He hasn't heard of Dustfinger, either, but he's curious about that, and he's told me to figure it out when I can. He wants to know. He hasn't heard of anyone else in his village that's mastered fire. It's a sort of inherent thing; you either have it or you don't. Apparently. And he says he's never read or heard of anyone mastering fire, either.

I think he's pretty limited to his experiences and what he's read.

11:44:

Candlemass is pressuring me to go to bed and get off of "that infernal contraption". I didn't point out he's dangerously close to becoming a TV addict.

I did ask about his age, and he laughed when I asked if he was my age, mid-twenties. "Much, much older. Older than even your country would remember."

Also, there are things he won't go toe-to-toe with. He's told me about things that live in "the wandering void", which are massive, and basically no-one wants to meet or fuck with.

Right- there are also these things that are apparently so large that we can only comfortably see parts of them. Like one leg, stretching up into the sky, and their bodies several hundred feet above you, another leg a mile away. He doesn't fuck with those.

Also, there seems to be a snake that lives in the upper parts of the atmosphere- it's about a mile long, and it sounds like thunder when it goes past. When he sees or hears one, he always makes sure to hide well, because they do land indiscriminately for prey.

Luckily, these things seem to be very rare, and with the exception of the snake, summoned instead of being natural beings. He says they usually live on other planes.

Man, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

Candlemass is laughing at my expression, but he's huddling on my bed. I think he's a bit afraid. And now he's pressuring me to go to bed again.

I may as well, once I kick him off. Good night for now!