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I have ordered the pengi to search the city for #13 after Miss Gizzy had told me of the attack, #13 must have had his cogigator unaligned at some point, possibly one of the many times he fell into the canal.

I will have to readjust when he is found.

Meanwhile, the machine has been working, but still no success contacting the engineer I need, I am startng to notice a bit of activity in the graveyard lately however, from both the living and the dead.

And I have finally managed to get my sleep back under control, down to 5 minute spans again, rather than the near coma I had lapsed into for sleep lately. that was much too long to sleep, the things almost reached me then, I could almost feel their webbed hands clinging... regaurdless, 5 minute naps and plenty of coffee seem to do the trick nicely.

13 again:
he stood off to the side of the door listening in, the woman in the Kimono wanted Footman to dissassemble the pengi? this would not do, he still hadn't found a better automoton to possess, one with fingers, that maid had fought a bit too much. As he leaned in more to listen, Footman refused the dissassembling idea, but agreed to trap and examine the pengi. He had to find a new body quick in that case , it might be time to find a flesh and blood body. Footman soon left, citing a trip to Armada, the Hermit woman walked out. 13 followed a bit behind, watching. He watched , crossing between 2 building as she chatted with another woman, The albino was a possibility, she had some knowledge f the spirit world that was troublesome, but could be useful in his work on Footman's machine. 13 picked up a rock, intending to knock her out so he could ransfer to her much easier, humans were always so much trickier to posess than automotons, when his metal flippers started feeling weak, the fire in 13's burner already burning low. He waddled quickly off to search for coal quick.

May 18th;
I had been at the docks, working on my new submersible, when an odd man approached. Apparantly there's a new cult in Babbage.

I happaned to have a new recording device in my cane I had activated just for it's first test.

[15:09] Abaddon6 Flux: hello there

[15:09] Grendel Footman: hello

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: may i have a few words sir

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: perhaps read a few passages

[15:10] Grendel Footman: about?

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: the book of Origin

[15:10] Grendel Footman: who in the what now?

[15:10] Abaddon6 Flux: I am a Prior of the Ori, sent from distant lands to preach the book of Origin

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high

Those who reach enlightenment shall rejoice with the Ori forever

[15:11] Grendel Footman: this isn't anything like the Church of the Builder is it?

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: no

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: The Ori, unlike other gods, share there knowledge to enlighten you and bring you one step closer to ascension

[15:11] Grendel Footman: I see

[15:11] Abaddon6 Flux: all they ask in return is your belief and devotion

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: all thos whom stray from the path, may be given a second chance whilst the believers are hoisted up to the stars upon mighty ships

[15:12] Grendel Footman: I'll keep that in mind then

[15:12] Grendel Footman: mighty ships?

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: should you wish to believe, and eventually, ascend to a higher plane of existance, and become one with our gods...we will be in town

[15:12] Abaddon6 Flux: and a demonstration can be made to those whom doubt there powers

[15:12] Grendel Footman: what sort of demostration?

[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: demonstration of the powers that the Ori have

[15:13] Grendel Footman: slight of hand then

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[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: off hand?

[15:13] Abaddon6 Flux: The power and the greatness of the Ori cannot be denied

[15:14] Abaddon6 Flux: Make yourself one with the path, and the journey will lead you to eternity."

[15:14] Grendel Footman: I'm sure, and has your group been in town long?

[15:14] Abaddon6 Flux: yesterday i arrived

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: as it said in the book of Origin:

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Life and death, light and darkness, hope and despair. The rift was created, and on that day, the Ori were born. But the hatred of those who strayed from the true path festered and bloomed in the dark corners of the Avernakis to which they have been cast! And consumed by this hatred, they poisoned all they touched, bringing death, darkness and despair. And the souls of their victims knew no peace, until the Ori came and whispered to them: 'Sleep, for the end draws near!' And on that day all will rejoice, when the Ori come and lay them low."

[15:15] Grendel Footman: ah, I see

[15:15] Grendel Footman: the Ori you say

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Glorious are the Ori, who lead us to salvation, who did fight the evil that would doom us all to mortal sin. Did they defeat the old spirits and cast them out? And now, with the strength of our will, they do call upon us to prevail against the corruption of all unbelievers

[15:15] Abaddon6 Flux: Glorious are the Ori, who lead us to salvation, who did fight the evil that would doom us all to mortal sin. Did they defeat the old spirits and cast them out? And now, with the strength of our will, they do call upon us to prevail against the corruption of all unbelievers

[15:16] Abaddon6 Flux: "Fear not the Ori, fear the darkness that would conceal the knowledge of the universe. Believe in the truth of all things, and you too may find the path to enlightenment."

[15:16] Abaddon6 Flux: the Ori shall bring about a new era

[15:16] Grendel Footman: and where do these Ori come from?

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: ask not where the Ori are from, but ask where we were created, and by whom

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: they originated from Universes much like our, only more distant

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[15:17] Grendel Footman: sounds alot like what the Builders say too

[15:17] Abaddon6 Flux: whom is these Builders

[15:18] Grendel Footman: oh, the local church, more shucksters, but they have a small following, and the ear of the mayor

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[15:18] Abaddon6 Flux: have they shared there knowledge and technology

[15:19] Grendel Footman: they usually seem more inclined to excommunicate anyone they can't explain rather than really come up with any science themselves

[15:19] Abaddon6 Flux: have there Priors shown the poweres gifted to them by there gods

[15:20] Grendel Footman: unless an exorbient baldness is a power, I'd assume not

[15:20] Abaddon6 Flux: exactly

[15:20] Abaddon6 Flux: all we ask is that you believe in them

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: and should they ask of it, serve in there armies and on there ships

[15:21] Grendel Footman shrugs "builder, Ori, it's all the same to me, it will take a fair amount of convincing for me to beleive in any gods

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: or in there labs

[15:21] Abaddon6 Flux: watch

[15:21] Grendel Footman: now labs, I might be interested in seeing

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: shall i give a demonstration

[15:22] Grendel Footman shrugs "go ahead

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: as i rip out your heart, and replace it with another...

[15:22] Grendel Footman: too late for that

[15:22] Abaddon6 Flux: by the will of the gods, it can be done

[15:22] Grendel Footman: I know, I've done so

*at this point an impressive show of a beam of light emitting from the man into my chest occured, with a heart looking nothing like my own, flew from my chest back along the beam*

[15:23] Grendel Footman looks at the chestplate "it's still there

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: it was replaced

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: with a newer one

[15:23] Abaddon6 Flux: one better for your system

[15:23] Aizek Tchailenov: Greetings Gentleman

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: greetings sir

[15:24] Grendel Footman: I'll have to run some tests, looks like the same shoggoth heart I've had

[15:24] Grendel Footman: greetings

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: mhmm

[15:24] Abaddon6 Flux: do so sir...do so

[15:24] Aizek Tchailenov: are you looking for something sir?

[15:25] Abaddon6 Flux: yes

[15:25] Grendel Footman: me? no, I was just using the dock to test a submersible

[15:25] Abaddon6 Flux: people whom would but listen to the word of Origin

[15:25] Aizek Tchailenov: very interesting sir, of the origin of what?

[15:26] Aizek Tchailenov: If I may ask

[15:26] Abaddon6 Flux: let him test his sub

[15:26] Grendel Footman: well, I'll return to my lab, we'll see if it's a different heart, or the same old shoggoth meat I've been using, take care

[15:26] Abaddon6 Flux: is there another place that we may speak

[15:26] Aizek Tchailenov: take care sir

I returned to my lab, and as suspected, the interesting trick of making a heart that looked nothing like my own deformed monster heart fly from my chestpeice while impressive, did little, it's the same old peice of meat in my chest it''s always been. So, another cult comes to Babbage, trying to sway the populace. I will file the recording away for now, and examin the remains of #13 Miss Hermit dragged into my lab.

May 25th;

After patching up Mr. Kuroe's stump and seeing to his transfer to the hospital, and the blood tranfusion to replace lost plasma, (helping myself to a spleen from the morgue for a future project) I returned home to examine and repair #13. I must have fallen asleep on my couch again, (not surprising as the last few days, the sleep pattern I trained myself on had been thrown out of whack) as I found myself back at the hospital, surrounded by many of the ladies of Babbage, in some very breif version of a nurse's uniform, all clinging and congradulating me on some difficult procedure, then the captian of the militia and clockwinder suddenly appearing to promote me to General of the Militia and present me with the key to the city respectively as

Miss Macbain in some burlesque costume replaced the nurses dancing around me....then I noticed they all had pale webbed hands, as they started grabbing at me, figures I had went and let my guard down and they got through.I knew it was too good to be true, Miss Macbain would never be quite that....

I fought them off, running down a blackened tunnel, where I heard their croaking behind me. coming close and I was running out of breath before finally reaching the ward and waking up in a cold sweat.

I stepped to the back door breathing heavily, and saw the dark figure flit in the graveyard. At that point, I decided I could really use a drink, and headed to the Gangplank

SLenderman and the Mausoleum;
The fog twirled around the graveyard, the spirits of the dead stayed in their graves, because he was out and about.

he leaped on the roof of the mausoleum and crouched there, behind the symbol of the gear.

A man had been buried here, ages ago, the name on the crypt had been long worn away with age, but the spirit stayed inside still, huddling in the corner. Mr. Slenderman could smell him. As his fingers stretched, wrapping around the mausoleum, pushing their way between the cracks in te brickwork, then, he pulled. The crypt groaned and shuddered as Franks huddled tighter on himself in fear, until with a final crashing sound, the small tomb was pulled apart. Mr. Slenderman leered close to the terrified ghost now, and reaching, he grabbed the spirits shoulders, pulling him closer as a horizontal crack opened up where the shadow's face would be.

Frank's was devoured that night, suffering a sort of second death. Finishing off the last whisps of ectoplasmic energy, Mr. Slenderman stood up, as long tendrils of shadow stretched from his back . Stronger now, he turned, directing his attention at the cemetary gate, he walked towards it, The wards reacted as they often did, with pain, but Mr. Slenderman pushed on, overriding the wards as he managed to step out onto the Babbage cobbles. He stepped forward into the shadows cast by the Mechanix arms and sank into them.

June 10th;
These sightings of the shadowman have gotten worse apparantly, with people spotting him outside the cemetary.

And he apparantly may have tried possessing others as well.

I had shut down the Geistmagorium to see if it possibly will cut off one energy source. And for once it stayed off.

but the sightings had continued. Then the Badger alerted me to the demolished crypt, this was of course the last straw.

After meeting with Miss Anata who had taken to standing watch over the graveyard, and loaning her one of my Etheric Lightning packs, I sent a breif letter to Miss Frye, asking for the loan of one of her anti-magic devices, as with some adjustment, they could possibly be used for disrupting the Ectotheric energy a ghost uses for their form, and to interact with the world of the living. Hopefully this will calm the activity of the graveyard enough to disperse the shadowman for good. Sadly I will have to move my work with the geistmagorium to another location as it's workings would also be disrupted. I haven't had much luck contacting an engineer, though Miss Hermit after last meeting had said she beleived the shadowman was one.

I've also since examined myself after my recent run in with the trolly, he bones seem all healed, with no necrosis, the final test basically of the serum seems a success, but I will not be releasing it to the general public, as my original intention was, as it is still slightly dangerous. I instead developed a balm, using some of the same ingredients as the serum, (with wiggyfish added for flavor) as an all purpose cure all, despite a minor side effect being the temporary status as a female, a quick recall and remixing of the balm seemed to handle it.

SLenderman again:

It awoke in the shadows of the graves, it still needed a more stable body, the previous spirits helped strengthen it, but only for so long before the wards of the cemetary pulled it back, last time was when it approached that man with the sword, the sword somehow managed to sap the last of the energy, dispersing it back to the graveyard.

As it emerged from the shadows, it saw the horned woman, she would suffice.

As to be suspected, the woman ran, and so it gave chase, chasing her down the streets until she suddenly stopped and turned, pulling at the device on her back, she fired some sort of lightning bolt at it, it was easy enough to dodge, as the being moved in close. The second volly it didn;t dodge, as a bolt of lightning sheared through it's form, and once again, it dispersed and awoke again in the graveyard,

it was going to need another snack in that case.

He laid in the grave, biding his time, the spirits he consumed had strengthen him, to where he could force his way through the wards, but the time wa so limited still, and his current form, not suitable for working on the machine,

He had seen a few hosts that would be suitable, the bookworm woman, the odd man with the silver sword, but in the woman's case, he had run out of energy and was pulled back to the graveyard. The man sliced through his manifestation, sending him back, then the demon woman, with the strange weapon, she hit him and again, the ectotheric energy he had aquired had been sapped, sending him back yet again. He had to rethink his strategy, Footman had deactivated the machine, leaving him to resort to feeding off the spirits here for the energy he needed.

but just going after random hosts was just not working. So he laid in the grave, storing up ectotheric energy as he fed and plotted. the albino had not been around, the wards could not hold him any longer, now it was just a matter of biding his time...