Avenger (original) (raw)

| | Convenience Store Log.CHARACTERS: Tachibana Kippei, Fuji Syuusuke, Yukimura Seiichi.STATUS: Closed Log. Bastard.BASTARD.He says she lives. Whether dead or undead, she /lives/.**Private:**My hands are filthy with the earth that should have laid An's soul to rest. Her coffin is empty.**Fuji Only:**You are in danger. Meet me in the place where we first met; he is coming for you. Tzimisce.Discreet inquiries, though perhaps I should be making them through other channels.I would write more, though I feel that this is no longer safe.So. Damned. Close. I met another willing to help. It remains to be seen what his ulterior motives are, but... yes. The faerie brings me that much closer to my goals.His blue eyes seem to stare straight into my soul.*** PRIVATE: Hunters OnlyI am receiving... trouble... with anonymous commentors. This is clearly some sort of sick prank, though I did think the Site kept our communications better hidden that this.This journal should not be open to common riff-raff.Mood:blank Progress.A chance encounter with a mage has led me to invaluable clues. Blue hair, ice eyes and an icy soul... and he belongs to the /fleshcrafting clan/.This is the closest I have /ever/ been.Father, Mother, An... I will avenge you.***Perhaps it's time to pay a visit to the local shopping area, however, as I feel the need to add a few locks to my apartment.Mood:cold Blood clubs. Dens. The streets of Tokyo. I've searched them all.Everytime I think I've made progress, gotten that much closer to finding the filth that killed my family... It's a dead end. Toreador. Gangrel. Ventrue... I can't even be sure which god damned race he's in. Eight years of fruitless searching, and I've gotten no closer to my goal.Damn it all to hell.If humans can't help... maybe it's time I went to the mages. Or the faerie.Mood:cold Top of Page | | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |