A Black Bird for Doomsday Harks

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J's Adventure Log 1

Seriously, what the hell. This is bull sh**…

Postcards to the Dead, Part 1
Written in French, Naturally

Dear Mama,

Well, I made it to Las Vegas without a hitch! The flight was short (these American flight attendants are so pleasant!) and we landed in perfect weather. Not a cloud in the desert sky :D Once I checked into the hotel, I spent the rest of the day shopping for knick-knacks (Wait until Grandmere sees the little bobblehead cactus I got for her!) and then spent the evening in the hotel bar, watching a band and having the most interesting conversation with their manager. Le Rosbif, he is very strange. He became even stranger, but I’ll get to that later.

That night, I had the strangest dream – I was in a large white space, floating, and I could hear voices all around me (though I couldn’t see anyone). Then, out of nowhere, I saw a man come toward me. He was tall and dark and Mama, he told me things. He said he was a god and that he was my father. He even knew all the presents Papa — he — sent to me, and told me that he wished he could have been there. Did you know, Mama? I wish I had.

When I woke up, there was a letter waiting for me, saying I was to meet someone at a diner very early the next morning. I went, though I wasn’t sure what to expect, and waiting for me there were others that were like me, children of the gods! And you’ll never guess who was there — J! You remember, that boy I was working with when I was in school in Los Angeles? Turns out he ran away to Las Vegas, and has been working for another one of us, a very boisterous man named Nails (I wonder what his real name is, as I cannot think of any mother naming their son after a building material!). Also there was a charming man named Eli, and a very smart (but perhaps a little too smart) man named Umi, which I think is some sort of Egyptian, since his father turned out to be Anubis. Maybe? I’m not quite sure.

Anyway, we were given a task to guard a room in a hotel that our fathers were meeting in. It turns out it’s quite a task, since we were bothered by a very nosy hotel manager and Le Rosbif showed up again. Umi apparently knows him! So many coincidences have to mean something, right? His band played that evening after our job was done for the day, and I had a very bad feeling watching them. I left, and as I was walking out, they turned a spotlight on me and made a spectacle of me! I was angry, but more worried, and Umi followed me up to our room to stay with me, since we were told not to go anywhere alone (Umi and J were attacked by a wolf-man when they went back to the hotel to check out, so it’s probably good advice). Things were fine, until the singer of the band showed up at the door and gave me flowers! What a strange night.

We all decided that it would be best to figure out what kind of people we were up against, since Nails’ dog Butch (who he can talk to!) told us that the singer, Shimino (I think that’s how you spell his name), smelled like he was one of the Egyptian gods. We figured they could be like us, so I offered to try and get Butch into the room by going over and talking with Shimino. It didn’t go exactly as planned, as he wouldn’t really let me in the room. I asked him to walk with me, and we did, and it was a very pleasant time, surprisingly! He seems like a very nice man. I found out later that things had gone terribly while we were gone, and it seems that the rest of the band is kind of angry at us (more specifically, J). I hope this doesn’t cause any problems :(

Well, Mama, it’s time I got some sleep. I’ll write you another postcard soon!

I love you, and miss you, and I hope you’re smiling watching me from wherever you are.


Note to Self: Stop Drinking

Well shit… Things aint been this weird since being a Roadie for Willie Nelson. Actually can’t remember too much of that so I guess recent events take the cake. Well me and that kid J found out that we’re sons of well… Gods. Yea like the kind on the Metal covers. Well one 3 AM jaunt at a greasy spoon with a bunch of other characters was all it took.

Got a bitchin’ sledge hammer outta the deal and seems my dog can talk to me. Yea I think the government put something in the water. Doesn’t look like I’m the only one though. Jay, the “troubled youth program kid” seems like he got the same deal too. Took out a friggin’ werewolf or something, pretty sweet. There’s a little dearie named Penelope that seems to have a things for hats and plants. There’s a bookworm named Umi, looks like he’s got a Jackal, so at least Butch has a little buddy to plsy with. Nice guy, but too uptight.

There’s a guy named Eli too, real sharp fella with deep pockets. I’m waiting for him to cash in on the killer lio ride he gave us.

Well in the mean time we’re guarding a door for a Godly board meeting. Yea and the local bar band seems to be decended from gods too. Heh, this just keeps getting wierder and wierder. Wonder when the curtain is gonna drop and the camera man’s gonna yell surprise…

Written in Eli's shorthand

striker / chill hard geerhead
wiki / lame scrawny chatterbox
street /rage hard brat
vixen / clever sweet accent
fuzz / distracted potent sleuth

J's adventure log: not cool

When I found out I was the son of a God, I was pretty cool with it.  I do what he says, mess some guys up, get revenge on that dick that knocked up mom, and get hooked up in return, set for life, really.  I was even okay with having to put up with all these honkie bastards too in our gang—I mean band… 
But this.  Is.  Bull.  Shit.
I ain’t no errand boy.  And I don’t owe my dad nuthin’.  He was never around, so asking me to go find some “Queen of Flowers” bitch for his brother-god to rape to death is not cool.  Especially with what happened to mom.  He gave me some gloves as a reward.  Guess he knows what I’m good at.  But I will NEVER do this again.  He can kill me if he wants.  I won’t let anyone else get raped.
But I did it.  I’m still not sure why.  Damn, I can still hear her scream.  And that look.
And I didn’t even get to beat on the damn frost giant that the others ran into.  I guess taking down that werewolf punk was good enough for now.  Took three of them to stop the giant.  No, I got to walk around like a chick at this stupid flower show and play gay boy for L when Penny was having trouble with her quest.
The other band must have listened to me when I told them to back off.  They haven’t caused any more crap since.  But we were attacked by these red dicks with friggin’ tommy guns.  I took one down, but another shot me, but I was too fast and he only got my arm.  Then some giant flying snake thing came out of nowhere and killed one for me.  Must be tied to this ring dad gave me.  It’s gone now. 
Now we’re back at Nails’ garage, regrouping.  L got attacked by his ex-fiancée.  Guess he wasn’t gay after all.  He’s better now, but we just found out she was murdered on the news.  Nails and I are defending the place now.
This is the worst day ever.  Who thought playin’ by the rules would be so hard?

Swing For the Fences

“It pays to help others” Well if by that, I get to help bookworm Umi pick up some dead chick at a bar, then I guess the old sayin’s right. Not bad though, got to let off some steam against a frost giant. Damn slegde hammer packs a wallop. It felt good to put him on ice… eh heh heh heh. Anyhow we met up with another dead guy at the same bar named Gary. Seems we were just dealing with a dead crowd … snicker So Umi decides to follow up and a lead and along with the bouncer (who’s also dead), we head up to the city morgue. Man we were just hitting up all the livliest places in town… I’m not gonna laugh at that one ‘cause it’s true! Crowd of dead folk didn’t know they were supposed to be dead! Umi explained it was on account of the ring of salt, holdin’ out the souls of the dead or soe Ozzy shit like that. It was pretty wierd. Not really as wierd as baldy at the front desk blowin’ his own brains out, man what a mess. There’s only so much a guy can go through in one night before the wierdness starts gettin’ to ya. Doesn’t help the chick we picked up at the bar got cut in half and was still talking a mile a minute. It gets under your skin pretty quick. Luckily we broke the salt ring and the dead folk got to get their peace, even the bouncer from the club who choked on a sandwhich. All in all, not a bad night, felt my age on me as we headed back to the hotel so I chilled at the bar and listened to that second-rate cover band butcher all my favorite classics. Might’ve been the beer, but I was itchin’ for a fight. Worked out well, cause these beatnik punks stormed the lobby of the hotel as we were tryin’ to leave. That didn’t bode to well for them. Found out our little band has a few interesting tricks up their sleeves from helpin’ the big guys up stairs. Umi tried explainin what a ‘Coatle or some shit was but all I know is “J” sicked one of them chicken lizards on a poor mook and I felt sorry for him. A bunch of other shit happened but I’m a little buzzed now so I think I gear my thoughts towards better days.

Somewhat Unintelligable

[Inside an old leather bound field journal. Two large coffee stains are on the upper left and lower right corners.]
I appear to be a Hero. In the neoclassical sense, or even in the classical sense. Herculean would be more accurate I suppose.
Buy more Salt.
Look into Brickdust.
The child of a god and man, the ability to do things mortals can not, and yet entire mortal but themselves. I wish I could say I was making this up but I am not. Truly, my father appeared to me in the form of a dream. Anubis.
This explains my fascination to the Egyptian history. Though, I must admit I always imagined that it was dues to my trying to connect with my familial history. Both my mother and my fa adoptive father are Egyptian. Trying to connect with my roots.
Doesn’t work on animals.
I am traveling with others like me, a french woman named Penny, a creole named Eli, a young gang banger and ne’er-do-well J, and an old mechanic called Nails. While my first indoctrination into this group had me fearing for my mental health, it seems they all shared the same dream I had. Mathematically, the odd of five people all having the same dream, or a shared delusion/hallucination with out a common jumping point is astronomical. So, the only conclusion left, no matter how improbable it may be, after all other options have been exhausted must be true.
Still this leaves me quite puzzled. Anapa doesn’t really fit with my personality. I am a scholar not a mortician. Thoth would have fit me better. As they say, one can not pick one’s parents.
Knights Templar: Band. Good Music. Poor name: Templar were seen as genocidal to the Islamic community of the time, fanatics as well. Will need to speak to manager.
It’s a strange thing, to be the child of a god. I treat them with reverence and respect deserving the them. It is true, I pay no worship, but I have never been a religious man, I have been given little but
disrespect by every deity I have come across. Apollo and Hades not withstanding: they simply ignored my presence. Thor though, the protector of farmers, and people: he was simply…mean, in essence. I asked a simple question, attempting to infer his wishes to use a weapon against those that would wish him harm, instead he was…demeaning to me. In his culture I would be a…-skuld-…bard. Keeper of stories, of names.
Father was slightly better, everything I attempted to do, and show him, was met with dismissal. It reminded me of my own father, but less loving. Father at least would be affectionate with me. Anubis remains sterile with me, almost afraid to show emotion. This is Anubis: judge of the dead. What does he see in me that makes him doubt me so? What great evil have I done? What is it that weighs my heart down against the feather?
Too long in the “ivory tower”. Anti-intellectualism still rampant. J.
Penny seems nice. She is down to earth, and ruled by her compassion and her emotions. I can admire that. Someone so driven is bound to do good things.
Eli is an enigma to me. He speaks little, a foil to my own ramblings I am aware. When he does though, he speaks through action. A gentleman in an era where they are all but extinct. My respect for him comes from his actions: the one of us to dance the line of morality with the ease of a tightrope walker.
Nails. A fellow man of devotion to knowledge. Mine the scholastic, his the mechanic. I would trust his judgement on the condition of anything that moves. His mind seems to process the physical very well.
J ay is the youngest of the group. A gang banger and, I am sure, member. I admire his spirit and his willingness to risk so much for so little. Though his respect for me is lacking. He believes that he can solve any problem by simply punching, or threatening it down, he seems to misunderstand what it is I have devoted my life to. Knowledge, not hiding.
While the others seem eager to have my input on certain things we are going up against, J seems the most resistant. I wonder if I have change his mind about any of this. Show him that
Sign of the Cross: [Drawing: A snake with Candles and a skull]
The Con Man: [Drawing: A hammer, a shield and a lightening bolt.]
A Trixie Pixie: [Drawing: A man holding up a heart to the sky]
The Lover: [Drawing: The Pyramid with the All Seeing Eye] The Green Skinned?
The Devil: Unknown
The Brother: Unknown
intelligence is a good thing, intelligence is the oil in which weapons are tempered. I doubt I can. He doesn’t listen to me. He listens to Penny. They knew each other before it seems.
Wolf man or Fenrir? Wager Fenrir.
He greets every advance of intellect as an affront to his nature almost. We were asked to guard a door. The duty went by with out so much as a fly out of place. Save the Knights. In the end, they proved to be little more then a nuisance. Except when we went to the Wheat-Maze. Then they proved their intentions to us. Jonathan showed up.
He showed up with Faust. Determined to hinder us from our latest task. I had to slow them down, I am aware I am useless in a fight. L it seems is just as pointless. Again though, I just had to wait it out, I am sure the others would get through without a problem. Sure enough they did. As Jonathan was reciting by rote a very aggressive Chess opening gambit, I corrected him. This is Go. In chess every piece is different value, Pawns the lowest and Kings the highest. In Go, everyone is equal, and it is strategy that wins the day. With a little pride I was able to remind him that
[Drawing: The Symbol for Papa Legba, then the Symbol for Eshu.]
I didn’t give up on my knowledge like he did. Instead I followed it, and I know the rituals he hasn’t learned, or heard of. I know he is a Loa, He doesn’t know I can recite the spells and incantations of the Mayans, the Japanese, the Greek, the Romans or gods help him, the Babalonians. If he thought the Azlanti were bad, then he should do some reading on the Chaos Dragon of the Babalonians.
I am growing tired of my intellect being brushed aside, the years of sacrifice to get to where I am being glanced over.
Then there is Price. What to do about him?

Check Mate
A look to the other side

Jonathan scowled as he glanced around at those he held dear. Cat had not smiled for hours nor left his recovering brothers’ bedside. Trixie was recovering from multiple bruises and cuts and Faust had be eerily silent. Not Kane though. He had yelled. They had failed. Jonathan had failed. Jonathan received the worst of the tongue lashings. Shimino was out of commission so the verbal abuse was the small Englishman’s to bare.

“We are leaving. Price has need of us elsewhere.”

Jonathan scowl deepened. Price. He disliked that man. He’d always seen Kane in control and it was odd to see him take orders from someone else. “As you wish it.”

“I do.” Kane growled and glared down at the blonde. “I don’t care how close you are to any other member of that band…if you see them again you are to kill them. None of this- we don’t want to fight- bullshit!”

Jonathan cleared his throat, bracing himself for impact if it ever came. “Sir, with all due respect, we are not murderers.” No. We were not like Price and those ‘killers’.

Kane laughed bitterly then walked over to Jonathan’s chess board and rearranged a few. “Think of this as chess, Cross. I am king.” He pointed to the white king on the board and then nudged the queen beside it. “You may run this game but you follow the commands of the king. You will destroy my enemies with but a command…or…” He suddenly snatched up both knights and dropped them to the floor. The beautiful porcelain figures smashed easily upon the tile. The shards of the two white knights scattered to the bottom of Cat and Shimino’s door as if carried by the very shadows themselves to that spot.

The message was clear and Jonathan nodded with a heavy heart. “I understand.”

The Japanese man smiled and it sent a shiver of disgust down Jonathan’s spine. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. You’ve always been a smart man, Cross…Except when it came to love. You gave up a privileged life for it and would do anything to protect it. In that…lies weakness, Cross-”

“Are we done?” Jonathan cut him off, no longer wishing to engage the man. “I have to tend to my brother-in-law’s wounds as well to soothe my husband’s worry for him.”

“Yes…I do believe we are.” He stalked forward and put a hand of the little man’s shoulder. Jonathan made it a point not to flinch. “Have them ready to go by morning. Are we clear?”

“Crystal, sir.”

Kane patted his shoulder and stalked away. The white queen watched the white king leave through narrowed eyes. We are the same color. We are on the same team. But be warned, white king…The loss of the white Queen can almost end the game as surely as getting the king in check. If you’re smart…you can work around it. But this king…? No. He should take better care.

We are on the same team…spoke the white queen as the white king retreated. But for how much longer?

Like Running Backwards Through a Cornfield

Well shit gets tough when you’re working for the biggest boss around, I guess. Had to grab a briefcase for pops if it had some kinda weapon inside. Sadly, I’m not the sneaking type and I had to rely on Eli and J’s more subtle skills. Come to find out it was some kind of snake skin or something and of course it was in the hands of the coverband from the hotel. I swear we’re mixing it up bad with those folks. Well after reporting back, my hammer got a pretty cool upgrade so that didn’t hurt. Didn’t do a hell lot for it but hey, I’m a brawler not a conman. After that we got some new mission from L’s folks…

I had to close up shop and head to Willamet’s Famous Cornfeild Maze. Seems folks were getting a little too 1960s around there and the free love was getting a bit out of control. I guess the gods knew what they were doing cause it seems something supernatural was going down. And shit was it ever.

Well we got to the Corn Maze and we started gettin’ shot at! A lotta good I did, diving into Umi’s car trunk. That Prious has some leg room back there, I’ll give it that! Well we ran for a farmhouse to hear this kid (well I thought it was a kid at the time), tauntin’ us and saying they were getting something inside the maze. I figured we tie a lawnmowere to the bumper of the Prius and ram that bitch to the center, but guess magical corn can’t be dealt with like that. Good thing too, looking back on it later, we would’ve been filling out insumy rance on the wreckage.

Come to find out the little brat is Eros and leter we found out he had some kinda “Love Gun” that was making all the folks get busy. Hell, wouldn’t need to point a gun at me to get me in the sack, at my age… Anyway looks like they scratched J with it and messin’ with his head. So, it was good that we bolted outta the house and plowed into the maze when punk kid started threatin ta shoot us. I’d sooner backhand the little snot if he wasn’t being mindfucked by some evil.

Well we hit the Corn Maze and to our surprise, we’re seperated and thrown into this stone labyrinth. Glad we didn’t wheel the car in there. Looks like Eli and me got stuck together which wasn’t such a bad thing. Kid’s got guts and brass balls on him. The sword of his is somethin to be reckoned with. Well it looks like we had some need of it as we came across our favorite groupie coverband, the Knight’s Templar. Well the Bassist anyway.

Don’t know what J sees in her, she’s all breasts and no sense… and she hits like a truck! Luckily with my new tricked out hammer, I was able to hit back. Don’t think that bitch Trixie saw what was comming at her but it felt good to slug her one! I lucked out on the second swing and ploughed her right through some uptight Japanese guy Eli was sword fightin’ with. Guy seemed to think highly of himself as the band’s leader or something but he flew just like the rest of those chumps.

Well we got to the center of the maze, but things looked like they weren’t oing too well. The band members were trying to keep us from reaching the maze’s center and it seemed like they did just what they wanted. Xavier, I think that was the tooty fruity’s name. Some big shot mob honky who had the Knights’ throats in a noose. Well I’m gonna remember that face, so that way I can recognise the splatter after I slug him with my sledgehammer.

Luckily we managed to save Eros and get back in one piece, but I’m thinkin the crew’s hurtin’ pretty hard. I’m gonna do what i can to help everybody out and hope that ’ol gramps still has a thing or two to help these poor kids along.


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