Lord Guardian Fracture, this is the Fire reporting in.
This information was not relevant enough to grant public disclosure status before but given new information provided to us from the blogger 'Lils', I think it's safe to say Picasso was involved.
On January 7th, the night Picasso apparently escaped our siege at Hope, some 12 hollows and 3 supervising masks encountered and engaged an unknown target trying to leave the city Hope is located in. Of those who engaged the target, 8 of the hollows and 2 of the masks met a violent end.
Given our new conformation of when Picasso escaped hope, she is all but confirmed to have been involved and was likely the original target they engaged.
Inspection of who did and did not die as a result of the engagement reveals further detail. The original 5 who engaged her all survived their encounter with mild burns and a few concussions. This implies Moth was present in the fight or Picasso would have surely killed all 5 as Moth shows mercy to hollows and Picasso doesn't.
We can not say for sure exactly when the 10 reinforcements arrived to join the engagement but the completely different manner in which they were dealt with implies they may have arrived after the original 5 that engaged Picasso had already been dealt with.
The completely different manner they were dealt with also implies the involvement of an unknown third party. These 10 were cut down in three different ways. The first few appear to have ax wounds, most likely Picasso's hatchets. The second method is by knife, most likely by the third party as while Picasso and Moth both have knives neither has made a point of using them. The third method confirms third party involvement where it had been speculative before. Someone with credible strength snapped the backs and necks a few of the reinforcements, something we know to be beyond both Picasso and Moth in active combat when engaged with multiple opponents.
Given our speculation of Moth's involvement and that he more than likely non-lethally brought the first 5 down but the not the 10 reinforcements, it might be assumed that Moth was killed or otherwise knocked unconscious by the reinforcements. Recent activity online would imply that he was merely knocked unconscious.
Of course, this is all speculation. With Picasso out of Hope I am recommending we break our siege of Hope and reallocate resources elsewhere. There are no other targets within Hope worth putting this much time into pursing.
--The Fire
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Dotting the 'T's Crossing the 'I's
Lord Fracture sir, this is code named 'the Fire' reporting in a mission update for operation 'The Invisible Hand'.
Collaboration with 'Devil' and the hollows has finally yielded Fruit. All the necessary utilities are ready and have been prepped for use. Shipping can began as soon as orders start and roster templates have been automated to fill as necessary. I for one am very eager to see the reception of the project once it goes public.
On a sour note, operation 'Dead Painter' has reportedly failed. Our squads failed to bring down the Traitors Picasso/Firecracker and Moth/Trent and have since lost track of them. Clues are being collected on their where abouts but progress is increasingly slow going at the moment. With the completion of 'The Invisible Hand', 'Devil' will be reassigned to tracking their whereabouts.
His Eternal Flame Guide Us,
the Fire
Collaboration with 'Devil' and the hollows has finally yielded Fruit. All the necessary utilities are ready and have been prepped for use. Shipping can began as soon as orders start and roster templates have been automated to fill as necessary. I for one am very eager to see the reception of the project once it goes public.
On a sour note, operation 'Dead Painter' has reportedly failed. Our squads failed to bring down the Traitors Picasso/Firecracker and Moth/Trent and have since lost track of them. Clues are being collected on their where abouts but progress is increasingly slow going at the moment. With the completion of 'The Invisible Hand', 'Devil' will be reassigned to tracking their whereabouts.
His Eternal Flame Guide Us,
the Fire
Monday, September 10, 2012
Visit from a Primordial
Sorry dear nobody for not posting
on here for a couple of days. I address this to nobody since no one I don’t actually
talk to on a daily basis reads this blog with the exception of the Executor and
Irony and I haven’t heard from them for a while and I don’t honestly care a
whole lot about them so they might as well be nobody at this point.
So I was visited by a primordial. Awkward right? How’s this to make it even more awkward, it was a primordial primordial. Confused? Look it up. Semantics are fun.
So anyways, it happened about a half a week ago. I think it was in response to, or at the very least caused by, Morningstar and Nightscream’s little rebellion. While I wouldn’t mind watching the Bureaucracy burn from a safe distance, I didn’t really expect to get called into action to help burn it down. I was actually kind of hoping it wouldn’t come to that more than anything, I don’t like getting my hands dirty but alas it seems unavoidable.
I knew I wasn’t alone when my Lab randomly lit on fire. Usually I have to make some conscious effort for that to happen. Then a voice spoke to me. The voice was violent and feminine. From its tone I think it was both angry and excited. I don’t really remember what it said to be honest. I was kind of freaking out which I like to pretend I don’t do but I am only human.
Ignoring it for the most part I asked it, “Do you mind if I go get my pet Fire Cultist for this?”
There was a pause followed by a confident, “Yes.”
So I popped out of the room and then popped back in dragging my half naked Fire Cultist in with me. Imaginary readers would remember her as ‘the Fire’ in her comments on my blog.
“Declare yourself my disciple!” it boomed.
“I am Jen,” she responded in a cold unfeeling and seemingly unnaturally soulless tone. “What is it you wish of my lord Pyriel?”
“You know of me?” it asked sounding a little surprised but keeping it’s righteous regal tone.
“Yes my lord. I have heard talk of a time when you spoke to us your worshippers. It is a great honor to be amongst the few to stand in your presence without getting consumed.”
“And why does one that knows of me and pays such grand reverence to me and is said to worship me speak with no strength or passion?” it asked becoming angry as it spoke the words.
“I am thus in your name. As the brightest flame goes fastest, so to do many who worship you faithfully. To ensure my continued existence so that I may rekindle the faith at an appropriate time and place I have forsaken all feeling and passion. Through knowledge alone I wait as embers to once again ignite your glory.”
“You give up your place with me in my name?”
“I do. Creation requires sacrifice.”
“I note your devotion.”
That went on for hours. I think I tuned it out after a while. I didn’t snap back to attention until I heard my name mentioned.
“Fracture, oh proven one, I demand your aid.”
“Sure. Word of warning, this will be run through Father,” I informed it.
There was a pause here. I imagined it being offended by my comment but a disembodied voice bellowing from fire has a hell of a poker face.
“As you please child,” it finally responded. It already sounded angry so I have no idea if it was angrier. “I request your service to aid in Ramael’s war against those who stand as an affront to Father.”
“You want me to help you strike down the Bureaucracy then?”
“Say it however you like child.”
“Very well, can I ask why?”
“No you may not.”
“How about I ask why you don’t appear to have a shell?”
Fire flared up around me. Though it did not burn me the intent was clear.
“I’ll have none of your insolence child!”
“It surely appears that you won’t.”
“And I will have an answer!”
“Yes. I’ll help you if Father approves.”
“Wise choice, child.”
“That has yet to be seen, Adult.”
“So it hasn’t,” it responded sounding a little amused.
And then the fires dissipated. I went to bed, had a talk with the Master in the morning, and then reprogrammed Subject 926’s list in the afternoon to send him after a squad of proxies who I believed had information pertinent to finding a highest.
Seems just like Nightscream and Morningstar, I’m going to have to kill my way up the line.
Fracture out.
So I was visited by a primordial. Awkward right? How’s this to make it even more awkward, it was a primordial primordial. Confused? Look it up. Semantics are fun.
So anyways, it happened about a half a week ago. I think it was in response to, or at the very least caused by, Morningstar and Nightscream’s little rebellion. While I wouldn’t mind watching the Bureaucracy burn from a safe distance, I didn’t really expect to get called into action to help burn it down. I was actually kind of hoping it wouldn’t come to that more than anything, I don’t like getting my hands dirty but alas it seems unavoidable.
I knew I wasn’t alone when my Lab randomly lit on fire. Usually I have to make some conscious effort for that to happen. Then a voice spoke to me. The voice was violent and feminine. From its tone I think it was both angry and excited. I don’t really remember what it said to be honest. I was kind of freaking out which I like to pretend I don’t do but I am only human.
Ignoring it for the most part I asked it, “Do you mind if I go get my pet Fire Cultist for this?”
There was a pause followed by a confident, “Yes.”
So I popped out of the room and then popped back in dragging my half naked Fire Cultist in with me. Imaginary readers would remember her as ‘the Fire’ in her comments on my blog.
“Declare yourself my disciple!” it boomed.
“I am Jen,” she responded in a cold unfeeling and seemingly unnaturally soulless tone. “What is it you wish of my lord Pyriel?”
“You know of me?” it asked sounding a little surprised but keeping it’s righteous regal tone.
“Yes my lord. I have heard talk of a time when you spoke to us your worshippers. It is a great honor to be amongst the few to stand in your presence without getting consumed.”
“And why does one that knows of me and pays such grand reverence to me and is said to worship me speak with no strength or passion?” it asked becoming angry as it spoke the words.
“I am thus in your name. As the brightest flame goes fastest, so to do many who worship you faithfully. To ensure my continued existence so that I may rekindle the faith at an appropriate time and place I have forsaken all feeling and passion. Through knowledge alone I wait as embers to once again ignite your glory.”
“You give up your place with me in my name?”
“I do. Creation requires sacrifice.”
“I note your devotion.”
That went on for hours. I think I tuned it out after a while. I didn’t snap back to attention until I heard my name mentioned.
“Fracture, oh proven one, I demand your aid.”
“Sure. Word of warning, this will be run through Father,” I informed it.
There was a pause here. I imagined it being offended by my comment but a disembodied voice bellowing from fire has a hell of a poker face.
“As you please child,” it finally responded. It already sounded angry so I have no idea if it was angrier. “I request your service to aid in Ramael’s war against those who stand as an affront to Father.”
“You want me to help you strike down the Bureaucracy then?”
“Say it however you like child.”
“Very well, can I ask why?”
“No you may not.”
“How about I ask why you don’t appear to have a shell?”
Fire flared up around me. Though it did not burn me the intent was clear.
“I’ll have none of your insolence child!”
“It surely appears that you won’t.”
“And I will have an answer!”
“Yes. I’ll help you if Father approves.”
“Wise choice, child.”
“That has yet to be seen, Adult.”
“So it hasn’t,” it responded sounding a little amused.
And then the fires dissipated. I went to bed, had a talk with the Master in the morning, and then reprogrammed Subject 926’s list in the afternoon to send him after a squad of proxies who I believed had information pertinent to finding a highest.
Seems just like Nightscream and Morningstar, I’m going to have to kill my way up the line.
Fracture out.
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