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Monday, November 10th, 2003
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| Time: | 2:03 pm. |
| Mood: |  predatory. |
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I think I've pretty much fallen off of everyone's radar.
At this point, I'm willing to bet I've been entirely forgotten. Well, I do hope I appear in a nightmare of the watcher bitch's from time to time. I doubt I'm even so much as an afterthought to Slayer Number Two (and that is all she will ever be), but I really couldn't give a shit. It's best if I'm not considered.
I'd like to give a big thanks to demonic elemental show for being a further distraction. It's made things that much easier. I've found a nice way in thanks to them. Bravo gentle...whatevers. Then of course, my targets themselves have been distracting themselves WITH themselves. I swear, daytime talk has less drama than these people.
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Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
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Terminator 3 was just great. There is nothing sweeter than watching mortals run in terror from something that can't possibly hope to defeat. Killer fictional robots are the best.
Hmmm.
I think I was just inspired.
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Saturday, August 2nd, 2003
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Can I just say how much the Powers That Be can just blow me? I'm going to leave it at that for now.
I think I need to cheer myself up. There's been so much negativity lately... I think I'll go see a movie where humanity is threatened, preferably something with lots of slaughter... and then I'll slaughter the theater goers. I think some killer fictional robots would be awesome
Any creatures of the night up for it. I got the pocorn covered.
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Thought I went away, didn't you?
Mmmm, as much as I would like to just wait for wear and tear to catch up with the little harlot, I find it difficult not to look for moments of intervention. I do have ears in many places, you know. Well, once again, at any rate.
Since that little, em, fiasco, it's taken me some time to rebuild new ways and of course recruit. The tryouts Fred and I had soem time ago were effective for brute force and I am pleased to say the ranks are where I like them to be. However, more specialized services take some looking.
It's been a good month for me. A very good one so far in so many delicious ways.
It would appear some young lovers have parted ways. How sad. Well, I for one new it was coming and frankly, so should have the pretty little thing she carelessly let slip away. I would imagine there is quite a mental mess at the hotel heartbreak.
Hmmm. Enemies off balance... always a good thing.
I'll plot later. Tonight I think I'll see a movie. I'm thinking about the new Terminator movie. I love a good slaughter and the effects are supposed to be nifty.
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Thursday, June 19th, 2003
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Well. This is amusing.
| ian_reilly | | Magic Number | 11 | | Job | Sporting Great | | Personality | A Worrier, I Worry That I Worry Too Much | | Temperament | Sweet Natured | | Sexual | Whatever, Whenever, Whoever | | Likely To Win | A Duel With Pistols | | Me - In A Word | Chinny | | Colour | | | Brought to you by MemeJack |
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Pistols... That's cute.
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Has anyone seen Bob? He was just here a minute ago...
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So.
Who missed me?
I apologize for my absence. I was called away rather abruptly for a part of a major project. I'm not really one to take orders, but when this 'person' calls, I've found it generally a good idea to come.
Met some damn wacky people. There was this one guy... Real trip. Had some really funny ideas about women. I told him with the exception of one special one who I gave something special to, they're all just little happy meals to me. If that dude every shows up here... man, should be fun to watch.
It seems I missed some fun things, like Faith torture. I hope pictures were at least taken... preferable in video... hi definition... surround sound...
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Thursday, March 27th, 2003
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The big project is moving along well. Slowly, but I was told to expect that. It's clearly not moving on an immdiate time table. Bob just needs to literally keep his eye on the sky.
I've been spending some time with Conner. I rather like the kid. He shows iniative, he understand things, and he *thinks*.
Unlike Ralph, who's ass I had to kick. Me and Fred come into the minion lounge (happy employees are usually effective) and this idiot has the nerve to start bitching about why we haven't wiped out the Slayer, er, Slayers rather. He's had the sheer audacity to say, 'what can one little girl do?'
Fred, being the vicious yet wonderfully clever staked the little dumbass and said 'That.' I think she drove the point home, pun intended.
But don't you worry. I've been talking to Conner... which, my friend, by the way, you should know you are welcome here any time... and we've been talking about some things. One thing at a time. And yes, my boy, cutting that first line is a rather brilliant idea. I think we should go ahead.
Such a clever young man.
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| Time: | 7:36 pm. |
| Mood: | devious. |
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I took Conner out for a night on the town. Just us boys.
I figured now would be a good as a time as any to rain some pain on the city in a few little ways seeing how most of the opposition is either not opposition or still out of town.
He seemed a little confused on why I kill. I hope I explained it good enough for the kid. Food chain, blah blah blah, and of yes, it just feels good.
I will admit, I'm rather fond of the young man. He reminds me of all the right combinations of some people I used to know. He's also very eager to do some damage and that is always a good thing.
When the Slayer and co. get back into town, I promise there will be plenty of that. And then, Conner, we will have a party all just for you.
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Apparently everyone in Sunnydale is insane or on drugs. My theory is that it's forced insanity and its pretty indiscriminate. I don't know the cause and frankly don't give a damn.
I have other concerns.
My newest associate has some rather lofty goals. I'm a little bit hesitant now that I'm rather deep into it, but there isn't any turning back at this point. I'd rather not have this one pissed off at me. Anyhow, if it all works out, which it likely will... It'll be a brand, bold new world... Well, what's left of it anyhow. Normally I stay away from this sort of thing, but a good case was made and we do have mutal interests.
Plus, I really, really want to hurt the bitch. Both of them. I'm just a little fixated on the whole vengeance kick, but I'm going to play this smart.
I'm waiting on word from the associate for the next piece. I'm betting I made need to talk to Gwen again. I'd do that anyhow. I'm growing rather fond of her.
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Things are again moving rather nicely.
Gwen came through in ways and in such a speed that I confess myself amazed. She is a rather fascinating creature. She also strikes me as Little Miss Eager. I may have more work for her. And soon.
The plan is moving along well. All is going as it should and if it all works out, all our lives will be a hell of a lot simpler... and fun...
The next piece of business I expect to go well. It seems half to 3/4 of the white hats are too busy screwing each others brains out. Angel as well. I'm trying not to be jealous. I want my kitten to be happy and when he comes out of whatever the hell everyone's under, I'm hoping some sort of irreversable damage will have been done. At the very least, maybe he'll feel guilty. Or maybe she'll surprise me and kill the twit after she's had her fun.
I think I'm going to try to talk to Gwen again tonight. I suspect Fred will be a little preoccupied still.
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Thursday, February 27th, 2003
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| Time: | 11:36 pm. |
| Mood: |  optimistic. |
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We lost Azure apparently. Damn shame. I was just getting to like her.
But something good came out of it at least. Glory is back to her stellar self. I had Bob send over a gift basket and someone for her to brain suck. I hope she likes it. Very tasteful and powerful being. It's always good to have that kind of a friend.
Speaking of friends, I'm really starting to like Conner. The poor kid has never been to a party. I've promised him once he ices Broody Boy, I'm going to throw one in his honor. Hell, if he manages to whack the black haired little slayer slut or her watcher or even better, her girlfriend, I'll throw one. I really, really am anxious to get along to the pain part of the program, but I need to be patient. It's a virtue. It's kept me alive.
I've done some contracting and managed to find a nice young lady who's willing to go after this one item I need. Once I get that, the next parts should fall together fairly quickly. As said, this is all about the long term benefits. I need to think about the future, especially since now it has Fred in it.
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Sunday, February 16th, 2003
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Friday, January 24th, 2003
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Bob has been such a great little guy. He's taking a well deserved vacation now. Of course, he is doing a few things, but that's because he is an evilly loyal little bald minion. Probably the best I've ever had as an employee.
Why he hasn't tried to magically grow hair on his head, I'll never know. Well, most of the time he's got the damned turban on anyhow. Or the fedora. He's got some sort of hat fetish... Well, I got a torture Watchers Council members fetish, so who am I to talk?
Speaking of which, Bob called me from Paris. He has the most interesting of proposals. It's crazy, but I think that's cause there is more risk than usual involved. I think we'll get some good hitters on board. This idea of his is bound to get support.
Fred, darling. Shall we wait for him to come back or take a little trip there to hear what he has to say?
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Monday, January 13th, 2003
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I had a very pretty evening.
I had a rare moment.
I'm really not one to just march right into the lions' den, but I was feeling a bit bold so I decided to pay the Hyperion a visit. I assumed the 'gang' would all be back after than poor, unfortunate incident in Sunnydale. I was even hoping they would have gotten their little Layer back. At the very least I was expecting to see her poor, insane, and brainwashed ass all tied up somewhere.
I found something even better.
I walk in. Yes, that's right. I just walked right in through the front door.
I would imagine if it were a television show, this is where they would go to a commercial.
I assume they just pulled back into town, whoever was away seeing how they were bags on the floor. And this is where it all gets so strange and so very delightful. While everyone else was either glaring, fondling a concealed weapon, or just in shock, Faith was just looking at me and then looking at everyone else.
She didn't have a clue as to who I was. Fascinating. And useful. I imagine her little lackeys will be working on this, but I don't imagine they'll have much luck. In fact, maybe I can get Bob to see to it they don't. It depends what's on HBO this week.
This is just two wonderful. I don't think she even remembers being all evil. So I asked her about it, in my own way? Asking her what she thought she was doing with all these bloody white hats. We all knew what she really was and it was only a matter of time before they realized it and got rid of her.
At which point, Ms. Sinclair saw fit to throw a paperweight macaroni duck at me. Missed. Maybe if she'd spend just a little less time on her back she might have better aim. Getting all violent. I just wanted to talk.
But at that point, the concealed weapons were a little less concealed. So I chose that time to exit on my own accord. I tipped my hat to dear Susannah and departed.
But I'll be back.
Remember that.
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Sunday, January 12th, 2003
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The reports of my death have been greatly... exaggerated.
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Thursday, November 7th, 2002
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I'm laying low. Probably will for a bit. I am a patient man,though she was never a patient woman. While Elena taught me many things, patience I learned on my own. she taught me the art of pain and torment, I refined the time line. She was spontaneous to a fault... twice.
Rolf. Rolf I will truly miss. He was a brother to me and a useful lieutentant. Replacing him will only be in position, never in spirit.
Though. There are ways...
I've shed my tears. My princess held me while I did. I wonder if there is anything we wouldn't do for each other. I know there is nothing I would deny nor search out for her. Though I know she does not grieve as I am the moment, she's done her best to make me see the things that did work out. In a small sense, it did work out. No matter what the bitch tells herself, she will never truly and fully recover from the blow we dealt. She will carry what happened with her always. The guilt many diminish, but it will always exist.
As will my sadness.
As will my anger.
But those human emotions that i was never able to shed, those ones can be quite... enlightening and quite useful. But they must be taken with patience. They will fester and they will come to a head. All will be held accountable in ways unfathomable. Just wait.
For now, I'm thinking it wise to be somewhere that is else. I see a road trip, but make no mistake, this is not a permanent flight. More like a vacation to recover, relax, and regroup my thoughts.
Princess, pick a spot. any spot in the world, and I will take you there.
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Wednesday, October 30th, 2002
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See? This is EXACTLY why I don't participate like I did in the old days. There always seems to be a high probabilty of the damn calvary riding in at the last second. This is why I have a preference for assassins who waste no time and don't do stupid things like evening the odds to give the mark a sporting chance. I mean, what the hell.
Rolf. You're an idiot. Same thing for your girl. If you live to see this, don't either of you coming crying to me about how I didn't ride in to save your asses. I told them it was high risk which is why I didn't go. It's fine and dandy to screw with your enemies, but things like what they pulled always end badly. I hoped for the best for them, but you see how well that worked out.
Now I suppose, I'm going to have to open the floor for applications, though it pains me.
Bob is pissed too. He feels his talents have been wasted. I concur. He's off watching South Park. It's the only consolation he has, the poor bald bastard. Speaking of which, he's got so much power and he's balding? I'd fix that, but that's just me.
Now I have to reevalute security and crap. Up the usualy motions and a few new tricks while the tensions are high. Not going to get screwed over cause her pet project went off course and loopy. I thought she was the authority, but no. She was merely a teacher I suppose and I think I've finally surpassed the master. I know better than to take such foolish action. Of course it could and will be argued I do do that... but I do not jump in so blindly.
Expect silence. Well, except for the princess. Only she shall hear my whispers.
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Monday, October 28th, 2002
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I'm having a fricken fabulous week.
I just got the best phone call ever. Seems my boy Rolf and his... friend have got something delicious cooked up. I can't wait to see it all go down. It's just a matter of waiting, something the three of us have made into an art form.
Speaking of waiting, I know an impatient little girl who is going to get her way.
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Tuesday, October 15th, 2002
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Fred.
The world is so very interesting with her in it. Puzzles to put together, little mysteries to unravel... It's never boring with her.
Me and my girl. We had ourselves a time a few nights ago. I showed her what it was to really, truly, terrify someone. I told her it means so much more the longer you can drag it out, but we did the condensed version. I think she had fun. She seemed quite pleased then. I personally saw to it she was even more pleased later.
I am very content right now. Don't mistake that for a lack of guard. I am quite aware of my surroundings. Given the things I've seen and heard lately, I think I'm one of a very aware few.
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