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Mensk Xelnaga [13]'s Journal
Shadows of St. Blythe
Planning and Plotting
I have nothing in this world. I am abandoned and no one knows of me here. I have no contacts, but no enemies aswell. The perfect chance to start over. I go around London, looking for ways to find or forge an identity. I found some clothes and other small items during my time in London, but without any proof of my birth or anything at all to tie me to the social system of this world my progress is slow and hard.
They fear my inhumanness, my ability to reason with showing emotion. They are also uneasy looking at me, even I can see that my form shimmers a bit, I must not be completely acclimated to the local time stream.
Soon a harbinger will return, soon I will be ready to put my plans into motion.......
Tryst
Monster Hunter: Island
Downtime
Creating the Perfect System
I have around a month before my next contract. Not a second will go to waste. With more of my abilities returned to me, it's time to kick things up a gear. I move like a ghost, hunting servers and unsecured networks. I insert bots, remote control software.
The bots spread themselves further and further. It's all connecting amongst itself, growing like a ravenous beast. My new system will be used not just to support my interests, but the O.J.O's as well. Johnny boy been talking about how he needs some "ethically sourced corpses" I think I can help him out with this once my network has fully formed. My perfect system will be untraceable to us and have access to devices across the globe. I just need to give my software time to insert and replicate itself like bacteria in a host it will spread.
With my newfound hacking abilities, I also now can siphon money off the undeserving. High class parasites and those that wouldn't care if it disappeared. The hard part isn't taking the money but making them believe it's still in their accounts until far too late. Sometimes they never figure it out, you can take a lot of money from a bank if you use a rounding error to divert funds.
I am also now working on an investment algorithm. I hacked into a private exchange and managed to copy some of their bot, and I am reworking it to serve my needs.
Soon I will have cash flow again, I will need a lot of money to change the world.
Vacation Island
Downtime
The Net that closed on me.
They must have been tracked my entry into this world. What other way could they have learned so much about me? It's like they had precognition. They followed my movements from my flight back home and invested considerable resources into catching me. The instant I ran into their net trap and learned of their investigation into me and Johnny I fled the farm. My calculations had long ago revealed this was a possibility, but the probability of it happening this quickly into my time on this world was extremely low. Gladys, the stupid, noisy, suicidal hag may have been the unaccounted factor in the authority's ability to pin me down. She couldn't have given them much, but if they got info on my location at all it would have been child's play to track me down from my flight.
I swore at this oversight and tried to bunker down in another location hoping to evade them. However, I also hadn't counted on the government being keen enough to use Werewolves to track me down. It was only a matter of days before I was found again. Even a harbinger intervened, even if it wasn't personally present. Knowing my luck in the states was nowhere to be found I followed Johnnys advice and grouped up with him in the Netherlands. There I thought I could finally escape the net they set for me. Unluckily however, I had been predicted yet again. Escaping the states was too easy.
They set me up and this time I had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. I had been busy researching governments, werewolves, and their efforts to locate me. Just when pieced it together a spec-ops team burst in my latest residence. They took me to a black site and there I was left to rot until someone special enough deigned to give me an offer. A job offer.
It didn't come in the way I imagined, but power and luck are the only two currencies in this world I respect.
Human's uplift hasn't been delayed by this, it's been accelerated.
The White Ronin
OWL - The Occult Wildlife Landing
The Occult Wildlife Landing (OWL) is a nonprofit organization that advocates for the rights of supernatural creatures to live a life unmolested by humanity’s relentless spread and greed.
While OWL has become the de-facto head of the conservationist movement in the United States, many claim it’s not as innocent as it appears. A number of small, seemingly-disconnected terrorist cells wear the OWL insignia with pride. These groups– which tend to contain a disproportionate number of supernatural creatures and beings– commit high-profile acts of public violence with the intent of furthering OWL’s core objectives. In the past, they’ve blown up oil pipelines, stopped development projects, and even infected congregations of people with mutagenic viruses.
OWL denies any involvement with these so-called “OWL-inspired terrorist organizations” (or OITOs for short). However, many people conflate the two and consider OWL itself to be a terrorist organization.
One thing is for certain: when OWL sends a blast to its followers urging protest, they’re taken seriously.