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Private Journal 05.25.18xx

Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.

==Initial Post==

((Posted by Queer Hermit on May 25, 2010))

It has been awhile since I wrote in this journal book. I was cleaning up in my flat when I noticed the dust on it so I should recollect my thoughts while they are reasonably fresh.

The calling was successful beyond my dearest hopes. The water spirit only wanted me to eat wiggyfish for a week. Since I finished that ( I still hate wiggyfish, even more so now ) all I can do is wait. The tonbo said that the ocean moves at it own pace. I can only hope that it has a better outcome with the search than I did with wiggyfish casserole.

The issue at the graveyard has moved faster. After meeting with Mr. Footman again I found that Daniel can be trusted in his own way to provide help. The number 13 referred to a rouge pengi which has acted beyond beyond the “normal” manners of a device of that breed. While not disposed to taking the damn thing apart he has agreed to a massive overhaul if ever the thing is trapped. That is when Mr. Footman left for another region to test some equipment.

And then dear Journal, the impossible occurred; 13 confronted me in the graveyard! The demon within revealed itself to me and attempted a possession. I almost succumbed to the attempt. I was so close to being taken over. The spirit had such power and force that if not for the intervention of several spirit helpers I really think that I would have become its willing slave. Even now my hand shakes as I write this. To read about possession is one thing and to have it happen to you is quite another. Poor Miss Bookworm, I now share the terror she must have experienced. It must have been on another deeper level of horrors for her as she did not understand what was happening as I did.

Well, as you must have realized Journal, the demon failed in its attempt as I am writing in you as myself and not another, evil person. My training as a shrine maiden and as a Kunoichi came to my hands unbidden and I damaged the pengi so badly that the demon was forced to leave it. What it did not realize was that it materialized within the bindings of the graveyard which Mr. Somerset laid down a few weeks ago. As a result of that mis-step it is now trapped. I have told Tepic to warn everyone to stay out as I know the Urchins have a wonderful network and pass information back and forth all the time. I can only hope that the warning gets out to everyone in time to prevent any harm coming to a citizen of the city.

As I sip the warmed sake in my favorite red cup I realize Journal that this spirit is not really a demon but someone who lived and loved in Babbage in a time long ago. I think I should use the name that was given and try to put some human values to this spirit. Zannen desu Mr. Tobias Slenderman, spirit of the thirteenth pengi, I did not mean harm for you but at this moment until I can figure you out a bit better you need to be confined.


*Comment by Zachary Somerset on May 25, 2010 at 3:40pm
Very glad to see the wards are being handy and holding up. I’ll swing by the graveyard at my earliest opportunity to make sure the protections aren’t in danger of fading or anything. *glances towards Old Quarter wall and mutters something about how this would be a really bad time for Babbage’s damned anti-magic interferences to kick in…

*Comment by Queer Hermit on May 25, 2010 at 4:15pm
I would be very indebted if you would sir. Mr Slenderman is not a happy person at this moment. I am also happy to hear that you are working with Miss Hienrichs on her mental defenses. Does this involve knees at any point?

*Comment by MichaelD Mannonen on May 25, 2010 at 6:53pm
I am grateful for what you are doing on my behalf, Miss Hermit.. A week of wiggyfish is not for the feint of stomach…I must find some recompence for you in this matter.

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