Been a busy few days. I picked up something new from Thistle. She’s able to send messages telepathically, and somehow, some of it rubbed off on me. She says that she imagines telephone lines, but I used more familiar imagery: chains. When I mentioned it to Jocasta, she freaked out. I need to get with her later and try and figure out why she reacted in the way that she did. I was using the lens of my Magic to help me visualize the interconnections between people, but the imagery is just a crutch, a tool to help overcome the plateau effect and crawl onto the next level. I think I’m starting to get good at this. With practice, I might even be able to fool someone into thinking that one of my broadcasts is their own inner monologue…but that might be taking it too far. Something like that is divisive in its very nature, the fact that it exists is enough to start sowing doubt in the group. The last thing we need is to fly apart at the seams right before we try and save the world.
Speaking of saving the world…I think I was too negative last time. I have to remember that I’m not alone. It’s not just me against Kane, it’s all of us. Teamwork is going to pull us through this fight, not one person throwing his life away for the good of the world. That makes for a neat hero story but I’d rather be the hero who lives to get the girl. Canard gave me the low-down that he had on Kane and his buds, it was really short. Apparently he hangs out with another Aztlani, a Tuatha de Dannan, a Greek, and a Scion of Loki. Intel is still spotty, but we’re all going to get together and pool data to help plan tomorrow. This is what I’m talking about, teamwork. Sitting in a hammock disassembling and reassembling my M16 isn’t going to accomplish much. I do definitely know that it’s clean, though. I should give the MP5 a once-over, too, even if I don’t necessarily plan to use it. A back-up weapon never hurts, and neither does spare 9×19 ammo.