Finished travelling

There was an attack, but we are all alive luckily. Even Ryan, who I am surprised has lasted even this long. He claims to have a history of having the shit kicked out of him. 

If he's always had the same lack of foresight and impulse control that he's shown me, I can see why.

But things have calmed down, for the moment. It's only for the moment of course. Things always have a tendency to get worse.

Then better.

Then worse again.

Really I'm just trying to keep everyone safe. What I myself am doing here is something I'm not as sure about. I used to know, but the constant death begins to wear on me. 

Of course, I've said it before and I'll say it again. This isn't a diary.

On a side note, I've discovered Jonathan Coulton. 

I have a problem

I keep taking in strays.

You would think that after all of the disasters that have happened as a direct result of helping some poor lost soul would stop me by now, but no. Even as tired and burned out as I am right now, I find a way to get myself in an even worse situation.

The man who was following me, his name is Ryan. He's a reporter or a private detective or something like that. Probably should have paid more attention. The basic point is that he is looking in to a series of kidnappings and has somehow gotten it into his head that following me around will help him find out what's going on.

In short, he's an idiot.

But I have a soft spot for idiots apparently.

So he has no idea what he's walking in to. And I am not nice enough to turn him away. So he's following us around, adding another mouth to feed, and when He inevitably comes, no doubt he'll turn into a highly liable blubbering moron.

Seriously. I need to stop doing this.

False alarm?

Although I'm not sure if that's what I should call it. It wasn't an actual false alarm. Just an alarm for a totally different reason than expected. It was like if you open the door expecting to find a serial killer and instead there's a tax man.

The odd looks at the fast food joint led to me being followed. They were competent enough. If I hadn't been me I might not have noticed him. But I did.

Just like I noticed him the first time.

A while back, the same man was following me. Funny thing is as far as I can tell, he's Uninitiated. Just a stupid civilian who doesn't know what he's getting into. I thought I had scared him off.

Turns out he's more of an idiot than I thought.

Elizabeth's asleep right now, so I think I'll go pay him a visit.

Moving

We've stayed in the same place long enough, it's about time to go elsewhere. So I am currently writing this in the middle of a fast food place while we take a break. We've taken a lot of breaks. I'm used to going faster, but everything has a trade off I guess.

Still, the constant breaks give me a chance to look at the blogs. The girl thinks this new obsession of mine is funny. Someone in the comments mentioned calling her Elizabeth. This is fine with me.

I should go now. Someone in a nearby booth is looking at me oddly. In my type of situation, that's never a good sign.

I hate the internet

So why am I blogging? That is a very good question. Especially since diaries of any sort strike me as useless at best and deadly at worst. Of course, this isn't a diary. I will not put up any private thoughts of any sort here. This is just a place to mark time. To jot down the thoughts and manipulate the masses.

Nothing personal.

I've been running for months now. I'm alive, so that's something. So is the girl. That's all there is to report really.


Perhaps I should get used to my new name.

Hello, I'm Azrael.