flying over backyards, country homes and ranches.
watching life between the branches below.
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Feb. 13th, 2012
it's all in the family.
[Backdated to the evening of Day One, because White certainly isn't a man to miss a spectacle. Rip-roaring curiosity from his end -- he perches atop a skyscraper, legs dangling over the edge like any adolescent boy sitting on a bridge, staring down at the seething river waters. Except that the river is London, and the river is tearing itself apart; the melting pot has finally boiled over. Excrement, meet fan: ever so fucking pleased to meet you.]
Who ya gonna call?
[Locked to Mr. Black (Ohya), Mr. White (Ahya), & Brielle (Itkal).]
Is the safehouse safe? I'm having an absolute blast, my dearest darlings, but this shit is not fucking on if our good old nest isn't safe. How are you two holding up? Have you seen anything utterly interesting? I have seen too much, brother. My eyes will rot and fall out of my head and I'll never see another sight as lovely as two enormous jackalopes fucking on the steps of the Royal Library.
--- I ought to watch my language around around the children, oughtn't I? Sorry sorry sorry, it's just so bloody ACTIVE around here -- there's a kraken in the fountain at Trafalgar Square, did you know?? I took a picture. Tweeted it. My loyal followers in Japan thought I was fucking shitting them. Some sort of foul hairy demon swallowed a man whole at Charing Cross, too -- the uncles below are getting active, it seems.
I don't know what's going on but I like it.
I'm going for a lovely stroll to see what I can see.
Who ya gonna call?
[Locked to Mr. Black (Ohya), Mr. White (Ahya), & Brielle (Itkal).]
Is the safehouse safe? I'm having an absolute blast, my dearest darlings, but this shit is not fucking on if our good old nest isn't safe. How are you two holding up? Have you seen anything utterly interesting? I have seen too much, brother. My eyes will rot and fall out of my head and I'll never see another sight as lovely as two enormous jackalopes fucking on the steps of the Royal Library.
--- I ought to watch my language around around the children, oughtn't I? Sorry sorry sorry, it's just so bloody ACTIVE around here -- there's a kraken in the fountain at Trafalgar Square, did you know?? I took a picture. Tweeted it. My loyal followers in Japan thought I was fucking shitting them. Some sort of foul hairy demon swallowed a man whole at Charing Cross, too -- the uncles below are getting active, it seems.
I don't know what's going on but I like it.
I'm going for a lovely stroll to see what I can see.
Dec. 3rd, 2011
from them I heard all things, and understood what I saw.
[Technology is his lifeblood and his addiction and his fascination. Following up on his brother's iPhone-focused bent, Mr. White seizes upon the topic that has been his-their preoccupation this fall: Siri. Much to the consternation of a dozen different gadget blogs and wired forums, which he descended upon with righteous arrogance and spewing profanities, an irascible-delighted troll pacing in circles, being banned then returning under new logins and new IPs. He has been talking and talking and talking -- as White does -- and now it's finally time for that needle-driven attention span to collide with the occult community. Late November's developments have led to a followup. Mankind is fast and ingenious, he.]
Right. Within the last couple weeks, Apple's Siri has been hacked to open a beer, lock and unlock doors, start a car, turn a lamp on and off, turn the thermostat up or down, and so on and so on and so on and whatever the hell your beauteous little minds can imagine. So here's my proposition: £200 for whoever can hack Siri to kick off a spell. Any old spell will do. Lumos, Nox, whatever you want.
I can't bring this wager to the techers and coders, you understand, so here it is on you magical lot's doorstep -- but my dream is the fucking day that the two mingle. Science and magic. Will it blend? Will it blend.
[His handwriting still fluid and cursive, beautifully old-fashioned, letters bleeding into one another from sheer enthusiasm. Hop to it, hop to it.]
Or do you think I'm mad for even considering it? Will mixing magic and technology result in a cataclysm of which we'd never even fucking imagined? Thoughts appreciated. [Crack open your skulls and offer your thoughts.]
Right. Within the last couple weeks, Apple's Siri has been hacked to open a beer, lock and unlock doors, start a car, turn a lamp on and off, turn the thermostat up or down, and so on and so on and so on and whatever the hell your beauteous little minds can imagine. So here's my proposition: £200 for whoever can hack Siri to kick off a spell. Any old spell will do. Lumos, Nox, whatever you want.
I can't bring this wager to the techers and coders, you understand, so here it is on you magical lot's doorstep -- but my dream is the fucking day that the two mingle. Science and magic. Will it blend? Will it blend.
[His handwriting still fluid and cursive, beautifully old-fashioned, letters bleeding into one another from sheer enthusiasm. Hop to it, hop to it.]
Or do you think I'm mad for even considering it? Will mixing magic and technology result in a cataclysm of which we'd never even fucking imagined? Thoughts appreciated. [Crack open your skulls and offer your thoughts.]