Desmond Cusick's Diary

OOC Note: Backlogged a day or two.

Damned hunters.

Damned dogs.

Damned guns.

I can't go to Headquarters; the blood trail will be too obvious. I need to patch myself up first.

I wonder if Ilse's clinic still has supplies?

( 'Then you aim for the spine, right near the base of the thing. If you're lucky, you'll damage the nerves going to the back legs, and you can walk up and cut the thing free.' [NPCed Gil, Rose] )

In a tavern in Bridgelight, Desmond happens to overhear two hunters discussing Rajini's bounty on puma tails. He's decidedly less than happy about it and opts to teach them a lesson. Sadly, he winds up with the lesson--and a gunshot to the ass.

OOC Note: Backlogged a couple of days.

I hate needles. I don't understand how Ilse could do such things day after day.

Even without hair, she is so beautiful when she sleeps.

( 'Yer naked... 'n naked people...little'r no fluence...ciety.' [Ilse] )

Desmond breaks into the abandoned Jenell Braun Memorial Clinic for medical supplies and winds up being surprised by a wounded Ilse. The two treat their wounds and fall asleep on a mattress.

There is nothing more horrific than being rendered useless, unable to do the things one needs and wants to do. I dread growing old. I plan to die in my prime, doing the things I love, putting my mark on the world.

Though perhaps death surrounded by loved ones is equally pleasant.

Callisto is strange. I think that if ever I had a sister, she would have been like Callisto. Perhaps that is what she is: a sister. Isn't that what she is to Ilse? Isn't that what she is to Ilse?

I think I shall visit Mother tomorrow.

( 'Consider yourself lucky to be able to grow old with all the people you know. How long do you honestly think /I/ will live?' [Callisto] )

Callisto cooks fish, and she and Desmond discuss his wound, Ilse, and growing old. Ah, roomies.