Hello all...

I'm rebooting this character, and also shoving him over to a (sorta) new journal, sanguinesteam. I'll toss him in the Nexus at some point in the future. But for now, this guy is ... well, he's not here anymore. :p

Feel free to friend the new journal.

<3

He rages against the need.

He pounds his fists against the iron walls of his sanctuary, drags his fingernails down the ancient metal, howls until his eardrums feel as if they would burst.

And the life, the given life, slowly ebbs out of him, leaving the dead husk with the spark inside. Only the spark.

Liege-sworn, he cannot seek out what will make him whole again.

A growl, a curse to all the gods and a bestial wail. The cycle begins anew.

stolen from Fish

Scattergories
RULES: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following.
They have to be real places, names, things...nothing made up!
You CANNOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.

What is your name? Grey
4 letter word: grip
Vehicle: galleon
Show: Garwater Trio
City: Gharcheltist
Boy Name: Gregor
Girl Name: Gemna
Drink: gobble-me-balls
Occupation: guitarist
Something you wear: green socks
Celebrity: George Harrison
Food: good, hot blood
Something found in a bathroom: grindylow
Reason for Being Late: got up late
Something You Shout: Great balls of fire!

Three weeks at home, trying to put his life back together. It went slowly, as things always do, but when you've lived as long as Grey has, even slow days seem to go quickly. Three weeks, and the Brucolac hadn't asked to see him but once, and it was only for a brief conversation about Selner.

( And then he'd been let loose. )

It's been nearly two weeks that Grey has been gone, having returned again to his home world. He hadn't said much about what had happened while he'd been there previously, what had led to his rather extreme tan and his blindness, but whatever it had been, it hadn't stopped him from going back. Bas-Lag pulled him like a compass; he was always drawn home again. This time, it was not to return to a time of strife, but the aftermath.

The other reason he went back is because he'd promised he would.

There were very few of his kind left. Most had been killed, and those who had lived had suffered his own fate, or had found a very deep hole to crawl into. Those were the ones who were rebuilding.

The Brucolac had wanted to speak to him. He knew of Grey's disappearance by Torque, and he'd heard of his return. He could taste the otherworldness Grey now carried with him, the remnants of the powerful blood in his veins. The Brucolac wanted to hear a story, and Grey told him. There was no denying the master of his master.

Finally, after two nights in Armada, he came back to the Nexus, and then to Los Angeles and what he thought of as his other home. Climbing in through a window, as he usually did, he moved soundlessly through the little apartment crammed with books and books and things that smelled of his adopted master, the young necromancer called Njoki. His sight was returning slowly; he could sense light, but only vaguely. He moved by smell and by memory.

There was a new smell in the living room. Someone he didn't recognize. But the person was sleeping, so he moved on. Intruders usually didn't take naps on the couch.

Grey drew the blinds, then curled up in a chair. It was near dawn, and sleep was drawing him down.

Whenever Njoki arrives home, there's a note left for her on her kitchen table on notebook paper. The long-handed, elegant script is a stark contrast to the modern-made writing material.

Njoki,

I've thought about things, and I now know how everything fits into place. It isn't a terrible knowledge, but one I'm not entirely comfortable with. Nevertheless, this will be my last communication with you.

The Nexus is not my home, nor is your great City. I had thought it might serve as such, that I might adapt, but my mind isn't as young as it once was, and it's more difficult to shape. Square pegs in round holes, you might say.

I have located Armada. Truth be told, I had located it several weeks ago, but upon returning I felt I had to make a decision. Things were not as I had left them, and I unfortunately shy away from such sudden change. Strange to admit this, as I seem to have adapted to Nexus life rather well. Perhaps I was only frightened of what lie in wait at home. I sha'nt go into my reasons for my decisions here; they'd mean little at this point.

I wish you well. You're a very powerful individual in your own right, but you've yet to fully master your own potential. I believe you will. You've a sharp mind and a good, true heart. Be well, and let no one sway you on your path.

In faith,

GMSR Grey

Njoki might have returned, but Grey is gone. Not dead, just... missing.

There is a guitar in her apartment, and a notebook half-filled with musical notation and scribbled lyrics. The apartment itself is clean and neat, aside from the pile of books and the instrument and notebook in the living room.

No notes, no trace. He'll probably be back.

Njoki Rainmaker is gone to the Badlands, the Fractured place, the land of the dead. Maybe it's my world, maybe it isn't.

It's time to find out. Maybe if I fail, maybe if I make it back to the Nexus, I will find her safe again. She's a tough one. Sweet Jabber knows she has more to do before she goes just yet.

But first, I promised her something. I just need to decide how to go about doing it.

I think the PIN machine is getting close to finding my City. The rapidly-changing numbers on it's face are starting to slow in their search.

Either that or it's just as lost as I am.

I searched for Armada with the little machine Miss Rainmaker gave me. Either there is something amiss with it, or it isn't to be found.

This may have something to do with the Torque storm I rode here on.

Perhaps if I wait something will change. It isn't so strange. This place seems oddly tolerant of my kind, moreso than in Dry Fall. It's uncomfortable, but not impossible to weather while I search for Armada.

Also, chilled blood isn't bad, although it's much like the watered down stuff Selner keeps. At least it's edible.