Well, fuckadoodle.
Talked to Dad. Now that I've had time to simmer down...Jesus, what a colossal cockup. I imagine whoever is actually behind the issues at MIST is quite happy with themselves. Send in an attack team, -then- send in someone who, despite being the biggest ponce in the history of the Gigantic Ponce and Assclown Competition, might have been willing to talk. After the two biggest tempers in the band had been riled and were ready to start shooting again.
We can all imagine how that went. So as a result, the whole gang is sitting around in Dublin while dad and some of the other Tuatha bigshots are trying to settle things out. I'm going to have to try talking to Altair....or we can send Andrew and Lexi to do so. Assuming Andrew isn't all a part of this, and who the fuck can tell at this point? I don't really believe it now that I've had time to settle back and think, but the timing of his sudden disapperance and the business with the squad and Dickhat McGee...I don't know.
I'm not going to apologize. Even had I been calm, I wouldn't have just handed Cindy over to that twit. But...Christ. Well, nothing that can be done immediately. I've got a couple of ideas to keep the status quo and maybe turn Princess Prettypants on whoever's mucking things up at HQ. Might as well put him to something useful if we can arrange it.
...damnit. I was going to liberate an LMG from the armory when we got back from Germany too.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Nothing Good Ever Came Out of Germany
Well now.
Andrew bugged out. Didn't think much of it...immediately. Then a MIST kill team stormed the building trying to kill all of us. Sort of narrows down the suspects, eh? Got winged a few times, but having insta-heals meant it didn't do much. Kenny and Hal took it worse, but again...instant healing and being insanely tough. Then...mrgh. Lexi. I really need to sit down and have a talk with her about where she directs that voodoo bullshit she does to peoples heads, because she can damn well stay out of mine.
It did stop the fight, though. That, and Cindy's awesome blast-wave thing. Supposedly the entire squad has given themselves over to Utgard-Loki, which is fucking ridiculous. If there was any dangers, we'd be the first ones to put a stop to things, and some ass-monger who stole his name from Assassin's Creed sent the kill-team. Supposedly he can't lie or some bullshit. Which is nonsense. Everyone can. And does. I lied about my age all the time to get booze before I was 21. Who's going to suspect the 6 foot 2 girl of being underage? Nobody, that's who. During this whole fruity little chat, where we couldn't even insult those cockwads, I kept trying to throw off whatever Lexi did.
I suppose I'm not that mad at her, despite the fact that those little pricks attacked us and should've been dealt with. Unfortunately, by the time I shook it off and went to start going rock & roll on 'em, their patron arrived. How we dealt with that...
Doesn't matter right now. All I know is that when I catch up to Andrew, that little treacherous cur is a fucking dead man. I am going to hang him from the nearest streetlamp by his own intestines.
Andrew bugged out. Didn't think much of it...immediately. Then a MIST kill team stormed the building trying to kill all of us. Sort of narrows down the suspects, eh? Got winged a few times, but having insta-heals meant it didn't do much. Kenny and Hal took it worse, but again...instant healing and being insanely tough. Then...mrgh. Lexi. I really need to sit down and have a talk with her about where she directs that voodoo bullshit she does to peoples heads, because she can damn well stay out of mine.
It did stop the fight, though. That, and Cindy's awesome blast-wave thing. Supposedly the entire squad has given themselves over to Utgard-Loki, which is fucking ridiculous. If there was any dangers, we'd be the first ones to put a stop to things, and some ass-monger who stole his name from Assassin's Creed sent the kill-team. Supposedly he can't lie or some bullshit. Which is nonsense. Everyone can. And does. I lied about my age all the time to get booze before I was 21. Who's going to suspect the 6 foot 2 girl of being underage? Nobody, that's who. During this whole fruity little chat, where we couldn't even insult those cockwads, I kept trying to throw off whatever Lexi did.
I suppose I'm not that mad at her, despite the fact that those little pricks attacked us and should've been dealt with. Unfortunately, by the time I shook it off and went to start going rock & roll on 'em, their patron arrived. How we dealt with that...
Doesn't matter right now. All I know is that when I catch up to Andrew, that little treacherous cur is a fucking dead man. I am going to hang him from the nearest streetlamp by his own intestines.
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