Well, that was a fun couple of weeks

Sure was nice of my shadow self to keep this blog updated.

In St. Louis now.  Trying to see if the Crusaders have seen anything.  The Archbishop owes me a favor.

More on what Shadow Destiny did maybe later.  I have an audience to keep.

~~Destiny

The Problem With Good Guys

They never really indulge their other halves.  Their darker halves.  Those are important too, you  know. 

I speak from experience, because I am one.

She never really lets me have fun.  Never lets me spread my wings.  

I think that's going to change for a while.  Thanks for the body, good me!

Now, let's see what havoc I can...

oh fuck I'm in the middle of a desert.

Um.  

Can anyone give me a lift?

~~Shadow Destiny

Vision Quest Prep

Hallucinogen:  Check

Sheet Music to White Rabbit:  Check

Tuned Magic Bass:  Check

Five Days Water:  Check

Shadow Nails:  ...um....

Shit, I thought I brought some with me.  I keep meaning to buy some of these.

It would make these vision quests so much easier.

It's just as well.  You're really not supposed to use them when you're all alone.  Anyway, I can still kick my shadow's ass.  I have every other time!  Shadow Destiny is such a pushover.

Well, I have everything else I need.  Guess I should just damn the consequences and get to it!

~~Destiny

From The Vault/2

Five Years Ago


Okay the bass is actually pretty cool.

I can't believe I'm saying this but, yeah.  Turns out, it's not just the thing no one notices in rock bands.  Mr. V has me playing some jazz and stuff and says eventually I'll be doing solos.

Once I'm, you know, actually good at it of course.

Anyway, sleepover tonight!  Katrina and I are going to be watching movies mostly, I think.  Mom's promised to let us rent whatever we want*.  She actually said asterisk.  It was so nerdy I died a little inside.

Better go get ready!

~~Destiny

Well, This Can't Be Good

The snake was still there when I woke up.  This is weird, because a SOTERM typically reflexively shifts realities every six hours or so.  It's like, breathing or digestion to it.  Then I realized that the ground wasn't vibrating with its breaths, and that carrion birds were circling it and not getting slurped out of the air by its massive barbed tongue. I decided to magic up a closer look.

Apparently, when it moved earlier?  That wasn't it stirring.  That was it shifting.  It's dead.

To clarify, this is a mile long snake.  They have been known to eat, or at least attack, cities.  Their hides can withstand missile fire--I've seen one eat a missile before, explosion and all, and not look any worse for the wear.  I've never heard of one being actually, you know, killed before.  A typical Serpent of the Endless Ravening Maw's part of the Infinite Song is kinda nigh-infinite too.  It's like someone killed a mountain.  Or Jupiter's Orange Spot.

And wow, was it killed.  I mean damn.  Basically no chance natural causes took this thing.  To put it in eloquent, medical terms, something majorly fucked that worldsnake up.  Big time.

I really, really hope  it shifted into our reality during its death throes because I am not comfortable with the idea that something that can jack the fuck up a SOTERM is walking around here somewhere.

In good news, though, I managed to find a couple loose teeth and scales.  Whatever I don't use should get a pretty good price.

Anyway, back on the road.  Hopefully tomorrow or the day after I can get my vision quest on.

~~Destiny

Stuck

Well.  I guess I'll be camping out in this old house for a while.

It was going so well, but there's a Serpent of the Endless Ravening Maw sleeping in a nearby valley.  I'd make a detour to avoid it but I'm afraid to move too much now that I'm so close to it--pretty sure it stirred when I tapped that cactus for water.  Gonna camp out until morning and see if it's shifted realities in its sleep.  Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky and it'll leave a fang or two behind.  I could use some more picks and reeds.

Anyway, since I have the time, a little about me.  My name is Destiny Grey.  I was a senior in high school during the First Cacophony.  As you might've guessed, during the Cacophony (both times), I heard the Infinite Song--you know, as in literally heard it.  I guess that makes me a capital B bard but that capital letter is waaaaaaaay too pretentious for me.

My favorite instrument is Katrina, my bass, which also has my best friend's soul in it.  I'm also a fan of various woodwinds.  Except the oboe.  Screw the oboe.  I hope the two in my backpack heard that and are suitably burned.

Welp, I'm going to get some sleep.  Hopefully in the morning I'll be down one gigantic transdimensional snake.

On The Road Again

Found a G-string (snicker).  Katrina finds it acceptable, so that's good.

Anyway, I have no clue where I'm going.  Might try a vision quest once I hit the desert proper.  I mean, every other vision quest ended with Shadow Destiny trying to kill me and take my body for her own, but maybe this one will be different.

Yeah, there's basically no chance it'll be different this time but what the hell, I haven't seen her in a while anyway.  There's a decent chance she knows something, anyway.

I wonder what would be a good song for a vision quest?  Maybe something from the 60's.  I can't even remember what I  did last time.  I guess that's one hazard of going out of body.

Anyway, enough talk--time to bike.

~~Destiny

From The Vault/1

Five Years Ago

So, I'm starting to re-think pep band.

It's too late to re-think band.  That ship sailed in Jr. High.  That Rubicon has long since been crossed.  I am already a band nerd.  It has been forever burned into my permanent record, in twenty inch cherry red letters on the fabric of my entire existence.

But pep band.  I'm not so sure.

I mean, the only instrument left is the bass.  I mean, no one cares about the bassist.

Maybe that's a blessing in disguise, though.  I won't be so thoroughly embarrassed when we play at halftime.  And I mean every halftime.  I didn't even know some of these sports had a halftime.

But, well, maybe it'll be cool, learning something new.  I mean, bass guitar might not be much but it's better than clarinet or oboe.   I don't even know what I was thinking, picking the oboe.  I'd get more enjoyment out of killing a duck, and I'd make the same sound.

Later, journal.

~~Destiny

Owie

Okay there might be a downside to killing acolytes of the Mouthless Smile.

Namely, when they summon a lesser manifestation of the Mouthless Smile for revenge.

Christ I hate that thing.  My fingers are bleeding and I might have dislocated my shoulder.  Also one of Katrina's strings broke.  It was the best string, too.

Oh well, at least I managed to solo it back to wherever the hell it is when it isn't in our world fucking everything up.  I'm pretty sure the acolytes were wetting themselves when they saw that.  Mission accomplished.

Anyway I'm leaving San Diego tomorrow.  He's not here, and answers aren't here, just ghosts and cultists.

Gonna head east (like I have much choice), as soon as I find a music store to scavenge for a new G string(snicker).

~~Destiny

The Mouthless Smile

Ah killing acolytes of the Mouthless Smile.

Is there any problem it can't solve?

Well, I mean, maybe if you need to question an acolyte of the Mouthless Smile.  But you could probably just use necromancy then, I guess, so no, there isn't a problem it can't solve, thanks for answering the rhetorical question me.

Hey, no problem.

Seriously though, I think I need to sharpen Katrina a bit.  She's just not cutting as well as she used to, you know?

~~Destiny

Intro

For my first ever post, let me leave some wisdom from me, badass bard-witch, to you, standard schmoe out there in post-apocalyptia:  a properly tuned bass is extremely effective at killing ghosts.

That's enough for now.  Have to dodge some ghost rights activists.

I swear to the gods, you'd think the apocalypse would have gotten rid of all the PETA rejects.  Nope!  Now they have dumber goals!

Whatever.  Ghosts are not people too.  They're fucking ghosts.

~~Destiny