Thursday, March 31, 2011

Realization right.

I've decided to start calling them their real names.

After all, you've been kind enough to give me one of my own.

I am tired. Parts of my body hurt from running. They hurt more because of the "talk" I had with Crow than anything, but we'll talk about that later.

I'm slowly, but surely, needing food. Luckily there is plenty in this house. And there is more at Aiden's.

Starving is the least of my concerns.

My power is at the top of that list though. I think...that I've just lost some of the perks of being part of It's violent, murderous army.

Fine. It can keep them.


I went to go find him after we solved the Aiden mystery. To ask why I've been seeing his birds.

Crow isn't all there. He's hardly there at all. He knows what he's been told and he does as he is told.

That being said, I suppose his response to me after It having been around was entirely expected.

It just wasn't appreciated.

To cut a needlessly long story short, I never actually got any answers. Just a shrieking, flailing boy and the talons and beaks of a countless number of birds.

This jacket has no hope of being saved.

I think I've been able to deduce what exactly has been going on with Crow anyhow. More on that later.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Mad House

I am not entirely sure what I came up here to do.

I would assume that Aiden called me for more questions.

When I arrived, the other Hatchling and his friend were sitting outside in the snow. Angrily.
Aiden was trying to contain himself.

Roughly a few hours later, chaos erupts with the child.
Taben is trying to control him, as is Taben's husband.
Aiden is now past his breaking point.

I am standing in the middle of this, completely unsure of what to do. Part of me is wondering why something isn't also on fire.

I've come to the conclusion that Brennon is the sanest person in this household.

As I'm sure you're well aware, Aiden went for a walk. I've been asked to look for him.

This I will do. However, I think I may spend my night in the Wolf's basement afterwards instead. It is a  non-trespasser zone after the witching hour.

It's funny. The connection drawn with darkness and evil.

I quite like the basement. The dark is a blanket. And it's warm down there.

I suppose I should quit rambling now. Off to find Aiden...his thoughts are making this difficult.

Please be more coherent, Mr. Clarke.

I hate to say I told you so...

Ha! Ahahahahaha!

It's not funny, I know. But you were so insistent this wouldn't happen again. "It all melted."


Let this be a lesson, love. Sometimes the proxies know things. Granted, it may all melt tomorrow or the next day. But my point has been proven.

I am going back and forth between here and Aiden's today. Apparently I'm wanted back up there. So I guess I will be leaving shortly.

I saw a few more of Crow's pets today. Normally this would not be noteworthy. I used to see them constantly.

Now I'm seeing them in numbers as well.

Two yesterday. Three today.

Mirth. And a wedding.

Team of fighters, take that how you will. Just note that they are rarely good omens.

Wolf, expect your Owl to have sporadic attendance. It will happen soon. When it does, we may act. In the mean time, stop worrying yourself. You have enough to take care of. She is your friend, but there is nothing that can be done right now without dangerously tipping the scales.

I will fix it.

Now...what am I supposed to do with this box of dinosaur shaped pasta?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


He had better learn to manage his pets.

I had actually planned on trying to eat that sandwich.

Nothing of major importance is occurring here. I suppose now would be a good time to meet with Aiden. The Wolf knows self defense. The Raven has weapons. And I hear it's the Lioness's birthday.

Crow has proven to be utterly confused by recent events. He follows me more closely, however. I do not fear losing him to It.

Or Thing. That one amuses me.

After checking, it seems Aiden was too busy to make it to the meeting point. I suppose I'll just camp in their house.

Monday, March 28, 2011


If you've seen the post at Clockwork Crow, then I need not explain what happened last night.

It wasn't very...important? Momentous? Significant.

It was not significant.

All you need to know is that Rat will stay away for the time being. And if he is as intelligent as he boasts to be, he'll heed that order.

Now then.

The Wolf challenges me to profile her. You want to see what I have learned?

- You hold a great number of inanimate objects near to you, for one sentimental reason or another. You are almost constantly wearing that coin around your neck. It is important to you.
- In essence, some of these objects make up who you are. You feel you've placed some of your being into them, and therefore have a very hard time letting them go. Again, the coin. Also, a specific pair of shoes. Those stuffed animals of yours also seem to hold significance.
- You do the exact same thing with your artwork, which is curious, I think. I've looked at some of your characters and their history. Some are from old games you played with others years ago. And you still have them in use because you feel they are a part of you. Like this Remy fellow. I like him. I must commend you on his development.
- You are easily frustrated by the combination of your parents and technology. This is hilarious from a bystander perspective.
- You get especially attached to fictional characters in the same way as the above items.
- You are absolutely terrified of shouting and any form of aggression or intimidation when coming from a dominant party.
- Along the same lines, it makes you physically ill if this occurs between your parents or to you.
- On the other hand, if the aggressor is lesser than you, you will not hesitate to verbally crush them. You rarely raise your voice, though.
- The only reason there are not really any posts of you expressing fear or terror is because of the existence of the backspace button.
- You hold pride in what you say. You can't look at something you've written that makes you feel disgusted with yourself.
- You've not had much in the way of nightmares lately. You've realized you've not dreamt either. This scares you and is a nightmare in itself.
- You are horribly indecisive, requiring a co-leader to help you make decisions for a team. This is part of why you and your friend the Lioness work so well. You hold the thoughts, the information. She takes it and helps to create a plan.
- You have a memory that is borderline eidetic, providing you aren't sick or on medication. If you could replace the almost useless bits of information you have with important facts and data, you could almost be a female Tesla.
- You hold attachments to the numbers 3 and 5. You were unintentionally and intentionally (respectively) emulating obsessive compulsive behavior in a favorite character and a personal idol. Both of these developed into habits. The dishwasher, for example.
- You refuse to have much to do with fruit. You cannot ingest it and the smell and stickiness disgusts you.
- Regarding this, you are a very hygienic person and can rarely deal with feeling dirty.
- You hesitate to call yourself Catholic, as you are very lax in the practice. However, this is part of what makes you very easy to get along with. You may just be a logical person.
- You are simultaneously highly organized and disorganized. Small details of your home are carefully preened. The dishwasher, the bathroom counter, wherever you place your school supplies. Larger areas are not. Your room, the basement. It bothers you to think of how disorganized they are.
- You fear there is something wrong with your emotions, as you fail to react properly at times. This may hurt you at times, but the desensitization of your sense of fear will help you greatly.
- Your prefer pups and other animals to children, though there are a select few you can handle.
- You love names. Names are special to you. It may take you days to name a character until you can find just the right one that fits.
- The news depresses you. You will turn on your favorite crime dramas to avoid the stories. You've only recently realized just how flawed this logic is.
- Ace is one of your most favorite things in existence. You may not talk about him much here, but you are clearly close with him. He behaves as a sort of makeshift baby sitter. He is almost constantly by your side. You attempt to have conversations with him though he doesn't understand you and you don't understand him.

I will stop here. Satisfied?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

I think...

That it may be best to move my communications here. It's getting quite a bit crowded over at the Clockwork Crow, yes?

Though I do think I will continue editing in my two-cents when I deem necessary.


My name is Fox. At least that is what I've been called. I have never had a name before then...

I don't think I did. I wouldn't remember anyways, I suppose.

I hear there is a Rat amongst us. Believe me I am ready to pounce on that lunatic vermin...

And here is my informant. Oh Rat. I'm going to find you soon.

I'm going to find you because a little birdy will tell me.