Dreams

Something had happened. We were gathered to discuss how to progress was going with SDL and how to deal with eh loss of half our branch when we all came too later, with this message, slightly different variations but same nonetheless throughout the branch. Aside from us, only SDL remained. 

I am Scribe Delta, and for the first time after I joined the Library, an off branch of the Archive that doesn't know it's own purpose, I am afraid.

Diamond encrusted graffiti of this message. The birds and the girl gone, the boy lacerated and found barely alive in a critical condition. 

What have we been dragged into?

These and more then these

Seems like SDL has returned, as we had left him. Not sure where he where he went to, and thus what could have happened, but he's still in the same condition, so we can only presume it's related to the ability the subject posses.

On another note, half the site is in lockdown due to PRE13 having suddenly flooding out from what was P13A01 (Formerly referred to as "The Fallen of P13A00"while we deliberated on whether this was worth a formal classifcation) and thus have abandoned that half of the site and personal.

The horde of birds merely wait. Any attempts to inquire with them have failed. 

We orders from our Library of Alexandria.

Readers of this Subject's blog, do you require information?

SΔ

Subject SDL has disappeared.

That is all we can say on this matter for now.

SΔ

I hate it here

The hell is an Archivist and the hell is hell is this Archive bullshit?

Took Magpie and I and we're separated, maybe in cells judging from mine.

They gave me a tablet to use but I can't post this til after they had a look, probably to doctor out the parts they don't want.

Getting sick an tired of this eldritch bullshittery.

depression is a heavy weight

the birds have grown frustrated with me but I cant care

my family is dead

duskeye is dead beacuse of us

faceless is dead

dean is increasening being asleep for longer period dreaming a nightmare he wont let me know about

we languish and yet despite the knowledge there is no escape

the birds left me

i am utterly hollow

left for scavengers

existing hurts

All we saw was death

War is a strange place, more so when it's of a supernatural, eldritch fuckfest of confusion and fuckery.

After my last post, things went 0 to Eldritch the moment we woke up.

There was a lot that happened, and I'm not ready to share exactly what we went through.

There is still so much to process, injuries to adapt and accept and several deaths to mourn.

We're back. Magpie and I anyway.

The Black Dog and Duskeye... Dead. We clashed with the Knocker when we ended up at the location for that War that was mentioned where Kingfisher and that went to fight in...

Lots to tell but neither of us are ready or able to tell it right now.

But we're back. Scarred, exhausted and home.

Dead Birds

Apparently the Convocation didn't feel or notice the loss from it's flock, but when we woke up the ones outside were ripped to shreds and destroyed. Only the handful that were inside the house and the ones inside Maggie were spared.

It's the talk of the area right now, some bird murderer or animal had been cleaning up in the suburb. It's also been taking a few large, black dogs out too...

None of us can decide if it's a servant or a Fear, or if the beast from the City just really angry that I managed to fend it off without Fear assistance.

I won't be posting much after this, Maggie doesn't want too much out on the net but I still feel the need to post this, so here I am on my mobile when I should be loading the laundry, one place the birds don't have a scout. She's worried whatever is trying to kill off the Convocation in the area and chance kill the Black Dog will find this and I'm going to acknowledge that, and had waited a few days and even sent up that post before this one. Should make it harder to figure out which suburb we're in.