I am working on modifying one of Miss Kaylee Frye's anti-magic devices, into an ecto-theric containment device, the purpose, to imprison Mr. SLenderman.
it will take awhile to complete the neccisary adjustments, so until then I am keeping a crate over it. Having discussed it with Miss Heinrichs, who watched me as I assembled it. She had some concerns about the other spirits, but with the SLenderman shadow attacking people, it's too dangerous to wait.
I've also noticed the rash has spread, 3 fingers are now grey and sligtly numb, almost similar to how they used to be before I injected Formula 18 of the Immortalis Serum into my heart...
I have researched in libraries and archives throughout the steamlands to see if it could be the serum wearing off, and learned that I am not the first to attempt such a thing, there was another scientist before, a reanimator, with a knowledge of engineering, occult science, and 4th dimensional way of thinking. he and his family have been lost in the winds. So many details of the serum seem similar, though the zombie plauge was never mentioned. This has made me keen to find this man's notes and learn more, as he seemed to have managed it without reverting to a walking corpse himself.
Monday, June 28, 2010
/back to the regularly schedualed insanity/
I had been working on my new fihing boat, a 5 turreted ironclad (for catching kraken...) when Mr. Scotti Melnik approached, telling me the SLenderman was back, and active again...I may have to push the timeframe for the anti-ectotheric devices
old livejournal entries
note: I am moving my old livejournal entries from when I attempted a livejournal and promptly forgot my password, and even the email I used
THE THINGS BUILD
It appears the objects that had crashed into the old church have recently developed into full fleged crab creaures, and now have little ones working on building some sort of structure. I took it upon myself to look into it. The creatures stood silent flanking their project, and watching the smaller ones build reminded me of ants, perhaps they're similar, with the smaller ones acting as the worker caste, and the larger ones as the soldier caste, so they may be much like our insects here on Earth, or they may just be parents and offspring. I made sure I was sufficiently armed, after hearing some accounts of the creatures chasing some and firing. and looked around, the object they are building resembles a metal anthill, with smoke emitting from the top. While i was investigating, I met Mr. Tyler Xigalia, another member of the militia, and we discussed the creatures, eventually coming to the conclusion that whatever they're doing, it can't be good for new babbage. At this point, Miss Scarlet Strazytski, some sort of faery, arrived. now that there wasn't anyone to protest this time, we went to work unpacking our assorted collections of explosives. The creatures seemed inactive, just standing like statues, maybe it was their sleep cycle, or they were replenishing their store of energy, eitherway they weren't very responsive. we tried Mr. Xigalaia's dynamite first, and either it was a dud, ineffective, or both, then I tried a custom made bomb laced with a highly explosive alchemical formula i had developed. It made an impressive explosion, for all the creatures and their spire seemed to care, as none of them were scathed. then Miss Strazytski painted the top with some sort of explosive paint, again, no effect. the other two eventually wandered off. So after standing vigil for a bit longer, I again assigned a pengi to watch, leaving it with plenty of espresso this time and threats of smelting if it doesn't stay awake this time!
I will be working on mounting my cannon on the Oroboros (the large boxy airship at the palisades tower, you can make out one of the motors in the video showcasing the palisades, but not my ship, maybe i should have worked on making it more pretty rather than functional)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_007-2.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_006-1.png
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May. 5th, 2009
THINGS FROM THE SKY
There has recently been a crash as two metal objects slammed into the old church near Iron Bay.
I went down to see, and the objects had already attracted quite a crowd. There were still raging flmes, but the ladies Fire Brigade seemed to have it handeled. And so, we tried to open thm, or I id at least, with a hammer, then a chainsaw. someone else was just shooting at them. All my hard work only managed to prodce some metal shavings I then gave to Miss Dagger for her investigation.
My own theories, since it is painfully obvious they are not shells from cannon, is that they could be vessels, possibly martians, or even venusian. Eitherway , whatever is inside probably is not friendly, but my suggestion of detonating them with explosives was shot down fairly quickly. I've retured to the site today to assign some of my crew to watch over the site, and notify me if there is any activity. and discused it again with Miss Gizmo Theas and Morty, who claimed he thinks they are some sort of helmet.
Since last night, the objects appear to have activated some sort of lights, and have roots or tentacles of some sort pushig out of the ground around them.....
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May. 1st, 2009
IRON KRAKEN'S, CALEDONIAN INVASIONS
I have developed a new submersible to aid me in any underwater explorations, Designed after the Giant Squid seen sometimes in the waters , (and it's avian cousin, the air kraken, seen in the skies above new babbage) I call it the Iron Kraken.
I was transporting it to Port, when I saw the Caledon ships. They were hard to miss, as the bright colo9rs they were painted in stood out among the more rusted, dirty, utilitarian appearance of the New Babbage vessels. I brought the Kraken in for a closer look (and to pull any down into the depths if they fired, as thier guns were all pointed at the city). Unmanned, their crews must have been ashore for one reson or another. I finished the tests on the Kraken , giving the auto-maid, Miss Allen, a ride to show off my newest genius, ten had everything shut down as the sub sank like a brick and water started leaking in. Miss Allen apparantly had some experience welding (and a miniature welder built in, I'd love to do a study of her inner workings some day). and after some spot welding, percussional maintenance to the controls, and some curious passers-bye, it was running once again, and we were able to surface so Miss Allen could make it to some clothing store grand opening (I had suggested her maid uniform could use some washing, since she's a civilian now and not a soldier anymore, I sill can't help but wonder what sort of emporer would pick maid uniforms for his soldirs, but we all have our quirks I guess).
I took the Kraken to Breakaway later, finding it navigates the anchorlines strewn beneath the town pretty well, and scared off a school of mer even.
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Apr. 26th, 2009
CHULHU RISING
In the empty lot where Myrtl's bakery once stood, someone has apparantly erected a small shrine to the elder god Cthulhu. I had gone to look around. There were crates stacked in one corner of the lot, with blood smeared on them, apparantly from Miskotonic U., my old alma mater. Looking around, I'm fairly sure they have no knowledge of any crates they may be missing. The statue itself was small, and set on a pedestal, with a small flame in front. While I was examinging the statue, I attracted the attentions of the local urchins, and Dr. Watson, who soon arrived. I originally had started out explaining the Necronomicon and the elder gods to the urchins, wich somehow led to how i had to replace my eyes after trying to decipher the pages with the naked eyes (my poor baby blues, these new eyes, I took them from the body of a hung criminal, and I have to say, not at all impressed, and really they seem to repel the ladies more now, hence why I am always with my goggles. but I digress)
, wich somehow led to how I once replaced my stomach with that of a goat, wich somehow led to a discussion on goat mammaries, wich somehow led to the discussion of Tardises and personal transportation devices, one of the urchins declaring the other mad, and all the urchins eventually scattering while Dr. Watson, feeling suddenly tired, went home. I myself kept suddenly thinking of mermaids and their mammaries I beleive the statue, and whatever is in those crates is already affecting the minds of new Babbage, I just may have to prepare elder signs n the orooros, just in case...
and the original account of the urchins who discovered this latest addition to the city:
http://newbabbage.ning.com/profiles/blogs/creepy-stuff-in-babbage
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Apr. 25th, 2009
AND DEATH RAYS TICKLE
I was out earlier today testing my new boat i built, the canal Rambler, in the Vernian Sea. As I passed by the observatory, I was hit by a strange ray. It overloaded the cogs to my circulation unit, causing the circulation of blood and serum through my body to seize and myself to collapse at the bottom of the boat, it acually tickled. After a minute, the backup system jolted the shoggoth heart in my chest back to life and I was able to pick myself back up, though much weaker without the unit on my back functioning correctly and adding more serum to my veins. I went back to the controls, and brought the boat in to th island, where i saw the infamous Dr. O and his feline manservant at some device. Once i docked, they had mved to the entrance to the observatory, where Miss Wolf and another woman were exiting. My shoulder still stung, but i waved to the doctor and asked him about the device, i could see the potential if mounted on an airship. the poor old man may be senile and come across to others as evil, but he does have some amazing devices at his disposal. After chatting a shor bit, i agreed to return the two ladies to port. alway
s willing to show the womenfolk my genius of course.
a death ray, if i could increase the output a hundredfold and mount it on the oroboros....
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CLOCKWORK MAIDS
About a week ago, while i was at the Babbage Docks, I watched a woman in a soaked maid uniform walking a little stiffly down the wharf.
It seemed she was a clockwork automoton from a lost kingdom, the 'Steam Empire', recently sunk to the bottom of the sea. Apparantly she was part of an elite force of soldiers called Chainsaw maids. Currently she goes by Gizzy. As I talked to her, it turned out she had been in te sea for somr time, and had only recently washed ashore in new Babbage, and of course the seals in her joints have long since ruptured, letting in the sea water, no doubt corroding quite a bit of the gearworks. I offered her the use of my lab and workshop on the Oroboros to repair herself. with the aid of Miss Aya's mechanicle expertise, and my store of spare parts and cogs, she was able to replace much of her more damaged components. as Miss Aya worked on reassembling her body, I talked more with her head. apparantly, the chainsaw maids were first and foremost soldiers, and only servants as a secondary purpose, to a now long dead emperor. I'll admit I asked her many questions about her homeland's culture, along with a detailed study of her cognitive engine. It's amazing that such a machine is powered entirely by being wound. Once she was in one peice again, I offered her a place in the ordor, wich she took without hesitation, apparantly it is in he mechanics to require orders. Of course, after her refurbishing, she seemed slightly more lifelike, and not at all as mechanicle as when I had first met her, wether that is something Miss Aya had accidentally caused in her repairs, or something else, I don' know.
Still, if what she told me about her model is true, and i am sure the blades on her arms can attest, then the order can use a good warrior machine like her.
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Apr. 22nd, 2009
FIRST ENTRY
this is to record my studies, explorations and investigations into the unknown sciences. and i suppose whatever else happens in my day to day life in New Babbage as well i suppose.
for the first ever entry, a little background, I am a practiced surgeon, though I've mostly practiced on myself. a scientist, inventor, and i have a little bit of experience in the occult arts. Lately my research has leaned more towards the marriage of science with the occult, with some interesting results.
I also will admit, i am very much to all appearances, a corpse, I'm not quite dead per say, regular infusions of a serum i developed keeps my organs going, but I have stitched myself back together, and replaced organs so often, i'm not a very pleasant sight.
I am a member of the volunteer militia of New Babbage, as i do have some small military experiance in my days in the war.
On my off time, I also am overseer of the Ordo Absconditus, a society of myself and a few like minded others, who set out to study the darker sciences, and protect New Babbage from threats caused by such. All headquartered in my airship, the Oroboros III (currently crewed by iron penguin constructs I found in the palisades, quite feral at the time)
THE THINGS BUILD
It appears the objects that had crashed into the old church have recently developed into full fleged crab creaures, and now have little ones working on building some sort of structure. I took it upon myself to look into it. The creatures stood silent flanking their project, and watching the smaller ones build reminded me of ants, perhaps they're similar, with the smaller ones acting as the worker caste, and the larger ones as the soldier caste, so they may be much like our insects here on Earth, or they may just be parents and offspring. I made sure I was sufficiently armed, after hearing some accounts of the creatures chasing some and firing. and looked around, the object they are building resembles a metal anthill, with smoke emitting from the top. While i was investigating, I met Mr. Tyler Xigalia, another member of the militia, and we discussed the creatures, eventually coming to the conclusion that whatever they're doing, it can't be good for new babbage. At this point, Miss Scarlet Strazytski, some sort of faery, arrived. now that there wasn't anyone to protest this time, we went to work unpacking our assorted collections of explosives. The creatures seemed inactive, just standing like statues, maybe it was their sleep cycle, or they were replenishing their store of energy, eitherway they weren't very responsive. we tried Mr. Xigalaia's dynamite first, and either it was a dud, ineffective, or both, then I tried a custom made bomb laced with a highly explosive alchemical formula i had developed. It made an impressive explosion, for all the creatures and their spire seemed to care, as none of them were scathed. then Miss Strazytski painted the top with some sort of explosive paint, again, no effect. the other two eventually wandered off. So after standing vigil for a bit longer, I again assigned a pengi to watch, leaving it with plenty of espresso this time and threats of smelting if it doesn't stay awake this time!
I will be working on mounting my cannon on the Oroboros (the large boxy airship at the palisades tower, you can make out one of the motors in the video showcasing the palisades, but not my ship, maybe i should have worked on making it more pretty rather than functional)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_007-2.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/grendel/Snapshot_006-1.png
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May. 5th, 2009
THINGS FROM THE SKY
There has recently been a crash as two metal objects slammed into the old church near Iron Bay.
I went down to see, and the objects had already attracted quite a crowd. There were still raging flmes, but the ladies Fire Brigade seemed to have it handeled. And so, we tried to open thm, or I id at least, with a hammer, then a chainsaw. someone else was just shooting at them. All my hard work only managed to prodce some metal shavings I then gave to Miss Dagger for her investigation.
My own theories, since it is painfully obvious they are not shells from cannon, is that they could be vessels, possibly martians, or even venusian. Eitherway , whatever is inside probably is not friendly, but my suggestion of detonating them with explosives was shot down fairly quickly. I've retured to the site today to assign some of my crew to watch over the site, and notify me if there is any activity. and discused it again with Miss Gizmo Theas and Morty, who claimed he thinks they are some sort of helmet.
Since last night, the objects appear to have activated some sort of lights, and have roots or tentacles of some sort pushig out of the ground around them.....
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May. 1st, 2009
IRON KRAKEN'S, CALEDONIAN INVASIONS
I have developed a new submersible to aid me in any underwater explorations, Designed after the Giant Squid seen sometimes in the waters , (and it's avian cousin, the air kraken, seen in the skies above new babbage) I call it the Iron Kraken.
I was transporting it to Port, when I saw the Caledon ships. They were hard to miss, as the bright colo9rs they were painted in stood out among the more rusted, dirty, utilitarian appearance of the New Babbage vessels. I brought the Kraken in for a closer look (and to pull any down into the depths if they fired, as thier guns were all pointed at the city). Unmanned, their crews must have been ashore for one reson or another. I finished the tests on the Kraken , giving the auto-maid, Miss Allen, a ride to show off my newest genius, ten had everything shut down as the sub sank like a brick and water started leaking in. Miss Allen apparantly had some experience welding (and a miniature welder built in, I'd love to do a study of her inner workings some day). and after some spot welding, percussional maintenance to the controls, and some curious passers-bye, it was running once again, and we were able to surface so Miss Allen could make it to some clothing store grand opening (I had suggested her maid uniform could use some washing, since she's a civilian now and not a soldier anymore, I sill can't help but wonder what sort of emporer would pick maid uniforms for his soldirs, but we all have our quirks I guess).
I took the Kraken to Breakaway later, finding it navigates the anchorlines strewn beneath the town pretty well, and scared off a school of mer even.
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Apr. 26th, 2009
CHULHU RISING
In the empty lot where Myrtl's bakery once stood, someone has apparantly erected a small shrine to the elder god Cthulhu. I had gone to look around. There were crates stacked in one corner of the lot, with blood smeared on them, apparantly from Miskotonic U., my old alma mater. Looking around, I'm fairly sure they have no knowledge of any crates they may be missing. The statue itself was small, and set on a pedestal, with a small flame in front. While I was examinging the statue, I attracted the attentions of the local urchins, and Dr. Watson, who soon arrived. I originally had started out explaining the Necronomicon and the elder gods to the urchins, wich somehow led to how i had to replace my eyes after trying to decipher the pages with the naked eyes (my poor baby blues, these new eyes, I took them from the body of a hung criminal, and I have to say, not at all impressed, and really they seem to repel the ladies more now, hence why I am always with my goggles. but I digress)
, wich somehow led to how I once replaced my stomach with that of a goat, wich somehow led to a discussion on goat mammaries, wich somehow led to the discussion of Tardises and personal transportation devices, one of the urchins declaring the other mad, and all the urchins eventually scattering while Dr. Watson, feeling suddenly tired, went home. I myself kept suddenly thinking of mermaids and their mammaries I beleive the statue, and whatever is in those crates is already affecting the minds of new Babbage, I just may have to prepare elder signs n the orooros, just in case...
and the original account of the urchins who discovered this latest addition to the city:
http://newbabbage.ning.com/profiles/blogs/creepy-stuff-in-babbage
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Apr. 25th, 2009
AND DEATH RAYS TICKLE
I was out earlier today testing my new boat i built, the canal Rambler, in the Vernian Sea. As I passed by the observatory, I was hit by a strange ray. It overloaded the cogs to my circulation unit, causing the circulation of blood and serum through my body to seize and myself to collapse at the bottom of the boat, it acually tickled. After a minute, the backup system jolted the shoggoth heart in my chest back to life and I was able to pick myself back up, though much weaker without the unit on my back functioning correctly and adding more serum to my veins. I went back to the controls, and brought the boat in to th island, where i saw the infamous Dr. O and his feline manservant at some device. Once i docked, they had mved to the entrance to the observatory, where Miss Wolf and another woman were exiting. My shoulder still stung, but i waved to the doctor and asked him about the device, i could see the potential if mounted on an airship. the poor old man may be senile and come across to others as evil, but he does have some amazing devices at his disposal. After chatting a shor bit, i agreed to return the two ladies to port. alway
s willing to show the womenfolk my genius of course.
a death ray, if i could increase the output a hundredfold and mount it on the oroboros....
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CLOCKWORK MAIDS
About a week ago, while i was at the Babbage Docks, I watched a woman in a soaked maid uniform walking a little stiffly down the wharf.
It seemed she was a clockwork automoton from a lost kingdom, the 'Steam Empire', recently sunk to the bottom of the sea. Apparantly she was part of an elite force of soldiers called Chainsaw maids. Currently she goes by Gizzy. As I talked to her, it turned out she had been in te sea for somr time, and had only recently washed ashore in new Babbage, and of course the seals in her joints have long since ruptured, letting in the sea water, no doubt corroding quite a bit of the gearworks. I offered her the use of my lab and workshop on the Oroboros to repair herself. with the aid of Miss Aya's mechanicle expertise, and my store of spare parts and cogs, she was able to replace much of her more damaged components. as Miss Aya worked on reassembling her body, I talked more with her head. apparantly, the chainsaw maids were first and foremost soldiers, and only servants as a secondary purpose, to a now long dead emperor. I'll admit I asked her many questions about her homeland's culture, along with a detailed study of her cognitive engine. It's amazing that such a machine is powered entirely by being wound. Once she was in one peice again, I offered her a place in the ordor, wich she took without hesitation, apparantly it is in he mechanics to require orders. Of course, after her refurbishing, she seemed slightly more lifelike, and not at all as mechanicle as when I had first met her, wether that is something Miss Aya had accidentally caused in her repairs, or something else, I don' know.
Still, if what she told me about her model is true, and i am sure the blades on her arms can attest, then the order can use a good warrior machine like her.
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Apr. 22nd, 2009
FIRST ENTRY
this is to record my studies, explorations and investigations into the unknown sciences. and i suppose whatever else happens in my day to day life in New Babbage as well i suppose.
for the first ever entry, a little background, I am a practiced surgeon, though I've mostly practiced on myself. a scientist, inventor, and i have a little bit of experience in the occult arts. Lately my research has leaned more towards the marriage of science with the occult, with some interesting results.
I also will admit, i am very much to all appearances, a corpse, I'm not quite dead per say, regular infusions of a serum i developed keeps my organs going, but I have stitched myself back together, and replaced organs so often, i'm not a very pleasant sight.
I am a member of the volunteer militia of New Babbage, as i do have some small military experiance in my days in the war.
On my off time, I also am overseer of the Ordo Absconditus, a society of myself and a few like minded others, who set out to study the darker sciences, and protect New Babbage from threats caused by such. All headquartered in my airship, the Oroboros III (currently crewed by iron penguin constructs I found in the palisades, quite feral at the time)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Footman's Log, Fishing Day
Today, I took a break from building, or trying to contain the SLenderman, and went to Armada to fish.
the first catch, black bikini bottoms, some poor girl was swimming bare bummed, though it was pointed out, it could have been from a transformed mermaid. As they don't go in aquariums so easily, I mailed it out to Miss Macbain as an apology for crashing last night, if I ever find a top I will send it to her as well.
Things improved since then, a variety of fish (including some multi-eyed mutant), a crab, t-shirt, and some hydroelectric...uh, thing.
I set the fish up in an aquarium at the lab. What brought on this sudden obsession with fishing? who knows, I just did.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
logs april-
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.
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
[15:13] Jimmy Branagh is Offline
[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.
June 10th;
These sightings of the shadowman have gotten worse apparantly, with people spotting him outside the cemetary.
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.
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 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...
13
The pengi emerged from the canals, brackish water burbled from it's smokestack, clearing out and allowing the smoke from it's miniature furnace to billow out as it waddled past #10 at the door to the plant and 'warked' in greeting. 10 nodded and continued on it's guard duties, slightly wondering why 13 was entering as they had all agreed the pengi tribe would only enter the plant as long as that machine was there, in an emergency.
Even the Boss's attempts to make deals could not get the pengi to go near it. and 13 just waddled in.
Then 10 saw a well dressed man in some sort of fancy suit pass by and forgot all about 13 as it followed, pulling out a blackjack to mug him and hoping this one actually had fish on him this time.
#13 waddled with a clanking sound past the waiting room while Grendel slept on the couch. 13 had made sure there was enough sleep powder in his tea this time to keep him out longer than the 5 minutes he had been traning himself on. so this time should not be interrupted. As 13 approached the machine, the cognigator started to panic and tried to regain control of the iron body, but he reinforced his control, it was getting harder daily, but a better body had not shown itself. He had found out about this machine, the experiments, and the supply of readily available, (if somewhat artificial) bodies through others in the graveyard, primarily the boy who had caused some trouble in the plant, and seemed to be what caused the creation o the machine, that medium in Footman's employ seemed to had done away with the boy somehow, as he had not returned in some time. then there were the few who had taken turns possessing the neighbor,
All to waste their time drinking and playing dress up, and of course jeapordized everything as they got that Somerset's attention, and that albino, the man sealed up the graveyard, so that none of them could leave easily, unless through the machine, fortunatly he had taken one of the automoton workers before then, noone would notice one of the ugly metal creatures acting odd, they already do act odd from what he could see.
Since he had taken 13, he had turned the machine on regularly, allowing others to come across as he worked, It was time consuming, but he felt he was very close to reaching her, some more modifications to the machine would be needed, but it was difficult with iron flippers to do very much, he couldn't for the life of him visualize how these things could be so dexterious with knives and guns. He would need fingers for the fine tuning.
He'd prefer another automoton, but the metal girl who seemed to work for Footman had not been around the plant much lately, there were parts in the laboratory, he could cobble hands together...if he had fingers. 13 sighed, it might be time to try a flesh and blood body, if idiots like Mac could manage, surely he could do better. 13 looked at the sleeping Footman, that one so far wasn't an option, his mind crisscrossed itself and spiraled into odd directions so often, anyone else with a mind like that would possibly be commited, he doubted he could keep control for very long, or worse, be trapped in the man's mind forever.
He's have to look around, it would be harder to control, but there were plenty of flesh and blood bodies in this city, For now, 13 flicked the machine on and set to work,
Even the Boss's attempts to make deals could not get the pengi to go near it. and 13 just waddled in.
Then 10 saw a well dressed man in some sort of fancy suit pass by and forgot all about 13 as it followed, pulling out a blackjack to mug him and hoping this one actually had fish on him this time.
#13 waddled with a clanking sound past the waiting room while Grendel slept on the couch. 13 had made sure there was enough sleep powder in his tea this time to keep him out longer than the 5 minutes he had been traning himself on. so this time should not be interrupted. As 13 approached the machine, the cognigator started to panic and tried to regain control of the iron body, but he reinforced his control, it was getting harder daily, but a better body had not shown itself. He had found out about this machine, the experiments, and the supply of readily available, (if somewhat artificial) bodies through others in the graveyard, primarily the boy who had caused some trouble in the plant, and seemed to be what caused the creation o the machine, that medium in Footman's employ seemed to had done away with the boy somehow, as he had not returned in some time. then there were the few who had taken turns possessing the neighbor,
All to waste their time drinking and playing dress up, and of course jeapordized everything as they got that Somerset's attention, and that albino, the man sealed up the graveyard, so that none of them could leave easily, unless through the machine, fortunatly he had taken one of the automoton workers before then, noone would notice one of the ugly metal creatures acting odd, they already do act odd from what he could see.
Since he had taken 13, he had turned the machine on regularly, allowing others to come across as he worked, It was time consuming, but he felt he was very close to reaching her, some more modifications to the machine would be needed, but it was difficult with iron flippers to do very much, he couldn't for the life of him visualize how these things could be so dexterious with knives and guns. He would need fingers for the fine tuning.
He'd prefer another automoton, but the metal girl who seemed to work for Footman had not been around the plant much lately, there were parts in the laboratory, he could cobble hands together...if he had fingers. 13 sighed, it might be time to try a flesh and blood body, if idiots like Mac could manage, surely he could do better. 13 looked at the sleeping Footman, that one so far wasn't an option, his mind crisscrossed itself and spiraled into odd directions so often, anyone else with a mind like that would possibly be commited, he doubted he could keep control for very long, or worse, be trapped in the man's mind forever.
He's have to look around, it would be harder to control, but there were plenty of flesh and blood bodies in this city, For now, 13 flicked the machine on and set to work,
Footman's Log Mar. 2nd
As the deliveries to and from Footman Industries increase, I have had the pengi's build a landing area on the roof for embarking airships, as it's much more efficient than transporting heavy machinery to and from the tower at Palisades, or Wheatstone.
As they were working on the construction, I was making adjustment's on the Giestmagorium, Somerset knocked on my door, apparantly wanting me to shut it off as he believed miss Bookworm was being possessed. I honestly can't even keep it shut off for long, and still have not had success contacting the spirit of an old empire engineer, so I informed him it simply wasn't possible, then he wanted to ward the cemetary, closing off the main connection I currently had. I finally agreed to his idea of restricting the activity to my property, and shut the door on his face as I heard a crash. The skull on my bookcase had fallen off, after apparantly moving a good three inches to the edge.. I heard giggling as I almost gave Somerset's request a second thought, then disreguarded it and set back to work.
Sadly this contact had only managed to be an old woman, who apparantly died working a textile mill not too far from here. She didn't seem more confused than anything, asking if it was her turn yet or something before fading back to the spirit realm. I'm starting to lose faith in this project, as I have yet to contact an engineer,
and all I seem to be accomplishing is increasing the spirit activity, there's not a night now that somethng isn't flung across the lab, or shapes can be seen wandering around. Somerset's mention of the woman's possession is interesting though.
I've currently taken to large amounts of coffee and other perscriptions to stave off sleep and try to return to the sleep pattern I used to have, meaning no sleep, as they seem to be getting closer now everytime I take five minutes rest. I've even started seeing them in the waking world, though it's hard to say if it's them, or the spirits I see in the lab, I am sure I saw one peeking in the window at the Gangplank however,
I've put the steamjack project on hiatus for now as well, while I finish the citywork clank (based on Mr. Streeter's designs). It's fairly large, and should make construction much easier.
As they were working on the construction, I was making adjustment's on the Giestmagorium, Somerset knocked on my door, apparantly wanting me to shut it off as he believed miss Bookworm was being possessed. I honestly can't even keep it shut off for long, and still have not had success contacting the spirit of an old empire engineer, so I informed him it simply wasn't possible, then he wanted to ward the cemetary, closing off the main connection I currently had. I finally agreed to his idea of restricting the activity to my property, and shut the door on his face as I heard a crash. The skull on my bookcase had fallen off, after apparantly moving a good three inches to the edge.. I heard giggling as I almost gave Somerset's request a second thought, then disreguarded it and set back to work.
Sadly this contact had only managed to be an old woman, who apparantly died working a textile mill not too far from here. She didn't seem more confused than anything, asking if it was her turn yet or something before fading back to the spirit realm. I'm starting to lose faith in this project, as I have yet to contact an engineer,
and all I seem to be accomplishing is increasing the spirit activity, there's not a night now that somethng isn't flung across the lab, or shapes can be seen wandering around. Somerset's mention of the woman's possession is interesting though.
I've currently taken to large amounts of coffee and other perscriptions to stave off sleep and try to return to the sleep pattern I used to have, meaning no sleep, as they seem to be getting closer now everytime I take five minutes rest. I've even started seeing them in the waking world, though it's hard to say if it's them, or the spirits I see in the lab, I am sure I saw one peeking in the window at the Gangplank however,
I've put the steamjack project on hiatus for now as well, while I finish the citywork clank (based on Mr. Streeter's designs). It's fairly large, and should make construction much easier.
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