| Strix ( @ 2008-07-11 00:00:00 |
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| Entry tags: | asgard, jazz, lucifer, mello, plotting, room 204, sal, secrets, spying |
I can't belive I got out of bed for this shit.
Gods, has it been an awful 72 hours. Somehow I got locked out of Asgard with Jazz's holo still on the other side. I've spend all night and all day systematically testing this shield thing (whatever it is) to find a way in. That was pretty much futile. I found not a single weakness. I don't think I will. Besides, I'm to exhausted to even try right now. And I'm hungry. And I'm bitching. So what?
I've been taking notes by hand in the field. I'll compile them as soon as I have time to put the volume together. Most of it was slag, as Jazz would say, but some of it was very useful.
What I came home to did not make my mood any better. Lucy gave me a new room alright, A SWAMP. Not funny. Not funny in the slightest. It's almost like he's trying to drive me out. Yet...Hell, I don't know.
At least now that I'm back on this side I can fully concentrate on what's going on here. I have a lot of stuff to sort out, a lot of people. Probably the first thing I am going to do is hack off Mello's balls. I think Lucifer brought him here expressly to torture the rest of us. That will not stand.
I'm so tired I can't even really think straight. And hungry.
The first trial. The first trial is coming soon. We must organize.
And Sal. Something is very fishy with him. What's his deal with Light? With Carrion? Becoming dangerous, methinks. I've been avoiding confrontation, but the time may come soon. His statements about being the only one helping out "the team" infuriates me. If that asshole only knew what kind of webs I'm building. What kind of strings I'm beginning to pull. These things take time, idiot.
I still have secrets. So many secrets. Even from you, dear journal. Hahaha. Its gonna blow their minds.
I need coffee. That's what I need. I've got to finish some things. Need to stay up. Need to think. I've pushed myself harder than this before. Someone's got to do it.