Belated Post: Solstice

I know it's late, there is a good reason which Virgil said he'll get to, but I thought I should put up what happened to me when I was separated from Virgil and Trish on the Solstice.   So like Virgil stated the three of us were running through the backyards in order to get away from Stagnation, but then he just appeared in front of us and I had to turn quickly in order to avoid hitting Stagnation.  I had to jump the fence to the right of me and then kept running until I reached the main part of town.  I realized that I hadn't seen Stagnation following me and paused to take a breather and to think clearly.  I remembered that we once mentioned if we should get separated for one reason or another we would meet up towards the middle of the city.  I looked around to get a sense of where I was and which way to the center, and when I was finally sure of the way I started to run down the sidewalk.  Suddenly I was tackled by some random fucker into an alleyway.

W:  The hell was that for, jerk!

I looked up at the gut that had tackled me and though I never seen the guy guy before there was something that I did recognize his smile and that look in his eyes.  It was the same look and smile that Hippie always had.

W:  No, no!  You're dead I saw Spectator kill you!
H2:  I'm not the person you knew before, but he was a great friend of mine as are you.
W:  Don't give me that crap.
H2:  It's true.
W:  Look I have some real friends I need to check up on, so if you don't mind just go the fuck off.
H2:  Sorry, but I have someone that I want you to meet.  My best friend.

Then it happened, he started to glow are the air around him started to stir around fiercely and light gathered above him in the shape of a spiral.  Then this light started to grow and surround him engulfing him.  Then the light took on new shapes, the shapes of people.  Then there were more and more until it looked like there was a giant person formed from the souls of many people.  This person was neither male or female and constantly shifted color from every shade of the rainbow.  Then two more grew out of the first and they formed a trio with each holding anothers' hand in a triangle.

W:  What... what are you? 
 F:  I am Fellowship, the advent of bonds and the ultimate result of of the connection between the hearts of mankind.
W:  What do you want with me?
F:  For you to join the fellowship and receive the bliss that you are rejecting.

I didn't know what to say but I did know that staying would be a terrible idea so I ran.  And that is where Virgil's post covers the rest of it.  I must say I was shocked to see the condition that Kyle was in.

Lastly, Trish I'm now that you're probably really angry with me over what I did, but it had to be done you know that.  I am sorry it did turn out that way.

What a Day

I know I don't usually do titles like that, but it's been one hell of a day.  It started when I was visiting the Oathbreakers' hospital to check on the results on Hippie, and when I got there is was all normal enough.  The Oathbreakers were still preforming their experiments and still not giving me any useful information.  Except for one thing, those infected by Hippie's field can be a lot more subtle than any of us thought.  It turns out there were actually five doctors that had been "friendified" as one of the Oathbreakers put it.  What happened next was the friendified Oathbreakers all attacked the normal ones in order friendify them as well.  They all described being friendified as a gift, but naturally the rest of us didn't agree with the idea.  Long story short it eventually came down me and Hippie.

H:  Warrior I know in your own way you were trying to help me, but you were going about it the wrong way.  Now I'm going to help you, friend.
W:  Like hell you will. 

Then as we were getting ready to fight a guest appeared.

Spectator:  Oh hey there you are.  Hey War didn't I tell you you had somewhere to go?  This *he gestured* is not what I meant.
W:  Oh I'm sorry I didn't follow your really vague hint to go somewhere when I have business to attend too.
H:  Um, excuse me friend but we were in the middle of something.
S:  Not important.  Hold on did you call me "Friend?"
H:  Of course.
S:  Hm,.  *looks over Hippie*  Oh I see you're of of his.  Hey how you doing!?  I didn't know you were active too.  Tell me is the other guy up too?...  Oh I see no answer.  Well I'm sorry about this, but I'm in a hurry so.. *appears right behind Hippie and twists his neck* bye-bye.  Anyway where were we War?
W:  You were complaining that I didn't follow your really vague clues.
S:  Well I thought it was obvious, but if you need a hint how is this?  *Spectator gave he a push and the next thing I know I'm stumbling in front of someone else's door knee deep in snow.*  How's that?

I knocked on the door like I suppose I was supposed to do.  A middle aged man opened up the door as surprised to see me as I was to see him. 

M:  Uh, can I help you?
W:  Sorry but I was told that I was suppose to be here and so yeah.  Sorry if I'm bothering you. 
Girl in the background:  Who is it dad?  Oh god you're not a proxy are you!?  *she yelled once she saw me.*
W:  No, not anymore.
GiB:  Anymore?

Then came the biggest surprise of all.

V:  Fred?
W:  Virgil?

Yeah Spectator brought me to see Trish and Virgil who are both staying with her dad it seems.  We both filled each other in on what's been going on to us which I will summarize because the full talk would take too long to type.  Virgil told me that after he checked on Trish's family he noticed that Trish's dad moved into a friend's house.  According to him the friend is visiting family over the next month or two and he asked if he could stay there will house sitting because he and his wife have been fighting.   Why have they been fighting?  It seems the mother took in a poor little girl that was homeless a month ago and is really overprotective about her.  To the point Trish's mother threatened the dad if he tried to spend time with her.  Oh and this girl doesn't talk.  Virgil and Trish already told the dad about the Unnamed Child and it seems like they are planning on a way to get rid of the child.  I guess I'm suppose to help. 

Results: Hippie

• Hippie's friend field seems to only be active when he is conscious.
• When he is unconscious he isn't necessarily defenseless as the above would imply.  Sometimes the field will randomly spike and generate stronger effect than when Hippie is awake.  The Oathbreakers seem to think this has something to do with the nature of his dreams, but they have no way to prove it.
• While they haven't found a reason for the field they did report that Hippie has an unusually high amount of Dopamine in him which they tell me is a natural pleasure/reward thing in the brain.  They also tell me that barring schizophrenia he has none of the disorders he should have.
• Lastly it seems that Hippie has a slightly better healing rate than normal though nothing huge.  The Oathbreakers tell me you wouldn't even notice if you weren't looking for it.

That's all they've told me so far.  It seems that Hippie is a hard case to crack.

Short Report

This post will mostly be a quick update on what I did with Hippie.  I gave him to a team that would be willing to do some less than ethical things to try and figure out what is up with Hippie.  Oathbreakers.  Not the smartest move but I didn't know anyone else, they were close by, they don't really have something personal with me, and when I asked if they could could see if it was biological they were thrilled at the possibility of weaponizing it.  "Imagine being able to neutralize others just by being in a close vicinity to them.  Or using sleepers to make an whole groups willing to just line up to be test subjects," one said to me and other typical evil doctor sayings.  Before you ask no I don't trust them but for now they are too useful.  They told me they'll have some results tomorrow, so I'll post the details then.

Report: Hippie

So that hippie tied up downstairs he's a real case alright.  For the past few days I've been trying to figure out who the hell he is through various means including some less ethical ones.  There are still too many unknown factors, but I did find two things that are interesting to note.

1. This guy is constantly thanking me for hurting him.  Whenever I start mistreating him in anyway whether it's verbal or physical he thanks me.  When I asked him why he said it was because, "You're my friend and I know everything you do is done to help me.  As my friend."  From what I understand this guy isn't even a masochistic, because he doesn't look like like be likes it, but he just puts up with it.
2. The fucker has some sort of field or aura that makes you like him.  A Friend Field would probably be fitting title considering he calls everyone a friend.  I believe that he has something like this for two reasons.  The first is the way I start to develop pity for Hippie, which I should after being a proxy.  Even if it was less than a year pity for the victim is the first thing they rid you of.  To put this to the test I capture a rapid alley dog and put it in the basement with Hippie.  At first the dog was biting into Hippie's arm, but within minutes it was licking his hand and nudging against it.  When I removed the dog from Hippie he degraded back to its usual self within minutes.

The fact that this field could maybe exist suggest a more supernatural part to this guy.  I can tell I'm in over my head with this, so I've contacted some people that might be interested in studying him.

Report: My New "Friend"

Like I told pHIL I've been doing fine recently it's just been slow.  Until earlier today when that one guy showed up again.  You know the one who seems to follow me around and that the Cold Boy "doesn't like," well he showed up again and this time it didn't end with him walking away like it did before.  Also I have dubbed this man "Hippie" since he refuses to give me his name and I don't want to refer to him as, "my friend" or "the other man."

H: How are you doing friend?

W:  You?  What are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me?

H:  I came to see how you are doing of course.

W:  You didn't answer the second question.

H:  Oh.  Well I just know.  You know?

W:  No.  Go away I don't want any of this weird shit right now.  I've had a nice vacation lately and I would to stay on vacation longer.

H:  But I don't want to cause you any trouble, I just want to help you.

W:  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Fucking why? 

H:  You know the reason .

W:  Stop with the whole "you're my friend" bullshit.  I don't know you and you clearly don't know me.

H:  *Paused for a moment and just stared at me*  You're hurt and not just physically, but mentally.  You are guilt ridden after what you did to everyone you knew and you push others away so that you don't have to worry about hurting someone close to you.  But look at you.  You are miserable and you hate life without your friends.  I'm just trying to help you.

W:  Help me?

H:  Yes.  Won't you let me?

W:  ...sure.  Why not?

H:  Good, a life without friends isn't a real life.

W:  Now what?

H:  It's simple, now you just be my friend.

I said yes and walked away, but as I got farther something felt off.  The more I thought about it the more suspicious it got.  I never would have said yes when I don't know anything about that stalker.  And that speech I mean I'm sure when you read it you were groan about how cheesy it is.  I turned around and yell at him.

W:  Hey can I ask you a question?

H:  Of course friend.

I ran up to him really quick then punched him, knocking him out.

W:  Who the fuck are you?

Now I have a man tied up downstairs in the abandoned building I've been spending the last week in.  I'll report on what I find out from him when I do. 

Report: A Surprise Meeting

I'm leaving this town.  I've had more time to think while recovering, and I realized I can't wipe out fear influence in a place for long.  All that is left is a void that will be filled by different servants sooner or later.  I'm going back to hunting done the morally worst of the worst proxy that I worked with.  And I'll add Knife to that list too.

Before I left there was one place I wanted to visit first, the church.  For some reason the church gave me a sense of peace.  I stood before the chancel and just relaxed.  It was refreshing.  Then I heard applause from up above.  I turned around and saw a man wearing a blue dress shirt, gray dress pants, and a silver striped tie with abnormal white hair sitting on one of the empty pews on the second floor.

?:  Good show, good show!

W: What show are you talking about?  Who are you?  What are you doing here?

?:  That's a lot of questions, and I'm here to watch your fight with the Macey, duh.

W:  How did you know about that?

?:  I just saw it.

W:  That was almost a week ago.

?:  It was?  Oh, I'm not good at your mortal time; weeks, hours, eons it all blends together for me.
Timey-wimey I think is the word he used.

W:  You still haven't told me who you are.

?:  You haven't figured it out?  I thought it would be obvious myself.  Come on War think hard about it.

W:  You're not Virgil's new friend are you?

S:  There it is.

W:  So why are you here 

S:  Didn't I tell I was watching the fight?

W:  You missed it.

S:  Normally I don't miss on Earth, but the one time I step out into another dimension and now I'm catching up.  Still trying to find that Pseudo.

W:  Okay why are you still here.

S:  Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, time works weird as shit for me.  To me I've only been here a minute or two.

W:  You have only been here a minute or two.

S:  No. no since your fight ended.

W:  Uh... I'm just going to leave now.  

S:  You are such a party pooper.  <Disappeared for a moment then popped up right beside me>  You know you have to be stop sulking so much you bore everybody.  Even the people hunting you.

W:  Why do I care if proxies hunting me are bored?

S:  Because you want to die and you're all emo and shit and you don't really deserve to die.  Yadayadayada.  By the way need to thank you for making Virgil more interesting.  So thank you.

W:  You sicken me.  Thanking me for what happened to Virgil.

S:  Eh, do I care if I sicken you.  All I care about is entertainment.

W:  You bastard.

S:  I never really did know my father.

I started to walk out when Spectator called to me.

S:  By the way did I ever tell you I hate kids.  Especially those really bratty ones that want something but never tell what they want.  Just just a hint to go on.  <Then he appeared outside the church doors>  You know it's rude walking out on someone trying to hold a conversation, right?

W:  And you know it's rude to thank someone for torturing their friend.

S:  Eh, I technically I thanked you for the entertainment.

W:  Because there is such a difference.

S:  Hey what can I say I'm a sadistic bastard.

And then he finally left me alone.   So like I said I'm going to be moving on.  Where?  I don't know honestly.