Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.

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Day 100, Tuesday, September 8th, dusk

I have been busy since our visit to the lady's garden. There are still places hot in the back of my mind. Banked like coals that can flare at the slightest touch. Instead of touching them I spent the morning beginning an inventory of my attic. The afternoon at the park was quite pleasant as well. Now though, it is back to work.

There is finally enough data to start analysis. Compilations and notes start taking place. I find new volumes at hand as I ponder new avenues of thought, new connections of events. The writing is sometimes Lydia's familiar hand, sometimes not. I am curious at times at whether she has other people such as I. *Oh, you are people now are you, Monster?* Other locations, or is it the town of Excolo that brings out such a unique building? But curiosities that have no data are swiftly overwhelmed with the information taking shape before me.

Looking up at the maps I have hung on the wall, I place another careful dot. Excolo detailed, Excolo and surrounding countryside. A swirl of different colored dots arch across both, different colors for different events. Shades of blue and red... damn deities.

I should have some kind of designation for time lapse as well...

[Open to Luke] Continued here. Closed.

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Gives me a serious sorta look and nods. "And just what kind of games does the god of murder play? I do not trust his games or his forbearance where your safety is concerned. Nor Freya's."

"Well me neither, I can tell you that for bloody nothing. Damn near scared me half to death." Nudge him and give him a bit of a look, only I reckon I'm grinning so that probably don't do nothing for the effect. "Don't need to warn me. Reckon the teethmarks do that." See, this is why it was a good idea, getting drunk, cause that sorta makes me laugh now. "Is that what he's the god of? You'd reckon murderers'd need hands."

"Bloody drunk is a bloody brilliant idea," he says, pouring us another (and I don't reckon I can keep this sorta pace up, never mind Samuel and wolves and the rest of it). Raises his glass, but I'm too busy grinning to drink mine. "You got that off me!" I say, nudging his shoulder with mine and laughing suddenly. "You should definitely swear more often. So should I. Told Samuel to fuck off, when I yelled at him." Still makes me blush a bit, but it's definitely funnier from this side of a few whiskeys.