Bush 43's Journal

11:05am: Ouch
So it seems that swords either wielded by or formerly wielded by angels are attracted to my guts in such a way as to bypass my skin and other stuff that seperates said guts from the outside world.

So it seems...

5:44pm: Staredown
Ya know how some folks can stare at you in such a way that you don't really know what they're thinking and you get uncomfortable as hell and you feel like they're invading your or something like that?

Romanova has one of those stairs.

I was uncomfortable enough going into the mayor's office. Haven't really been able to be in there without feeling like I was supposed to be getting my ass kicked. Byproduct of first impressions, I guess. I swear I can still make out where I went through the wall....

Anyways, I went in there expecting Romanov and found Romanova sitting behind the desk which is bad because I seem to think I can deal with Romanov. Another guy I don't feel so bad being upset with and I'm not uncomfortable because, well, it's another guy. A lady on the other hand is a bad set up. I'm uncomfortable bringing up problems around women. Not sure why, but if I'm not wearing the mask, there goes the confidence. And not having my mask with me in the Mayor's office meant I was in deep dookie.

So I waltzed on in, check to make sure I wasn't interrupting anything, and after a bit of hemming and hawing she finally asked if I was there about Eldritch. I nodded and she just smiled, which kills me everytime because, despite my fearing the hell out of her, Romanova is an attractive woman who can really manipulate the hell out of me if I'm not careful. Another reason why I wished I was dealing with Romanov.

I wonder if they know this stuff?

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5:52pm: Another Pointless Patrol
Eldritch never showed up and absolutely nothing happened last night. I might as well have stayed in and slept.

Sigh.

I've resolved to talk to Romanov about Eldritch, find out what's up and where everything stands.

Yeah.

Tomorrow. I'll get to that tormorrow...

5:36pm: Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, You Can't Touch This
I finally ran into Eldritch away from Romanov last night. It was awkward, really, but it was a run in nonetheless.

She didn't want to talk about what was up between her and Romanov. When I asked she simply said everything was fine and left it at that. I wasn't about to push it so I don't know how accurate that is.

So I was just out on patrol and all and she came out of nowhere, just showed up behind me and said something and nearly scared the crap outta me. But it was good to see her.

She looked about the same as when I first saw her, on the moonbase, preparing to tear me and Lin new ones. The wolf skull was still on her head and she wore a fur coat of sorts. I assumed it was wolf fur as well, a motif going and all. But she had a clean New Mages suit on underneath. The anger was out of her eyes and her cuts and bruises seemed to be healing alright. Which was good because I kinda felt bad for the beating Lin had given her.

Eldritch said that Romanov sent her out, told her to go on patrol. She figured she'd look for me and all so there she was.

She also said I still had to make it up to her for what happened up on that moonbase. Which kinda sucks because I have no idea what I meant when I told her that and was kinda hoping she'd forget. But she hadn't. Nor did she bring it up again so I don't know what that means.

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6:09am: Pooped
I'm too tired to do anything but type this and go to bed. I hope Alfonse lets me sleep in...

5:01pm: Grumble...
So Mayor Romanov calls this meeting of the New Mages, right? And I go all not really wanting to go because I don't want to deal with him and I've really been trying to avoid dealing with him since the moon thing. But I have to go because, well, I live with the team leader and shit and I'm sure Romanov would kick my ass if I didn't show. So I go.

Guess who's there?

Now it's no secret I've been looking for a particular someone for about the last week. I've been all over the place. And the last place I expected to find her should have been the first place I looked. But I didn't.

So when I saw Eldritch at the New Mages meeting I was a little stunned. Few reasons.

1) Romanova had ordered me to kill Eldritch. I didn't.
2) Romanova nearly killed me in order to kill Eldritch.
3) Eldritch was obviously scared to death of Romanova. Perhaps that why she was so quiet during the meeting.

We made eye contact once, when I came in, but she never spoke and I never had a chance. Romanov went off on some sort of debriefing, talking about the fall out of the attack, crap like that. No "good job". No "bad job" either. Just talking.

Then we were dismissed.

Eldritch never left Romanov's office.

I'm worried for her. But at least she's alive and well. I guess.

5:09pm: Soggy Shoes
So some guy urinated on me today. Yep. I guess it was bound to happen. I mean, I've stopped however many guys from publically urinating that one was eventually going to turn around and get me.

Though I always thought it'd be on accident.

And a drunk guy.

Who was peeing before I arrived.

So I leap down to stop this guy from mugging a happy go lucky couple who only wanted to enjoy the night sky. But this guy pulls a knife, demands something, the chick screams, I come a runnin', leap down and punch the guy. He falls down. I figure that's it.

So I turn around to check on the couple and they're saying they're cool when the chick screams look out and I spin around all ready to get decked and the dole out an ass whoopin' on the other guy when all of a sudden I'm suddenly feeling my leg get warm and wet.

And the guy's got his thingy out in his hand and he's aiming at me and laughing his ass off as he urinates on my suit pants.

Now what kind of sick fuck urinates on a guy as a method of combat?

Figuring my leg was as urinated upon as it was going to get, I proceeded to kick the guy in the jimmy. He balled up real quick but kept on peeing, so when he fell to the ground he ended up urinating all over himself. Which was kind of funny. Just unfortunate I had to be the first urinal.

Ugh.

I'm never going to get these shoes clean enough to wear again. Now I have to burn them.

Ugh.

PS - Still no Eldrich. Now I'm really starting to get worried.

5:28pm: UFO Sighting
Seems some folks saw something fall from the sky just outside of town a few nights back. I have to figure out how to pinpoint it and get out there and hope she's okay and all that good stuff. If it's Eldrich.

Oh, and beat up some guy calling himself "The Stick" last night. He didn't have any powers, just carried a stick and beat people with it. I broke it over his head. Good time had by all.

And I need to pick up some new masks. I'm kinda running low and the few I have are getting kinda rank. Are these things dishwasher safe? I'll have to ask.

5:43pm: C Is For Cookie
Another day goes by and still no sign of Eldrich. Christ, I hope she's okay.

On a different, more upbeat note, I learned a Chinese word that I thought I'd try and use with Lin:

xiangjiao - banana
(imagine there are lines over the 'a's.)

I got it off a fortune cookie.

The fortune was "You are a joy to others" which is less a fortune and more a statement of fact. Have ya noticed that there aren't many fortunes in fortune cookies these days? They're all shittly sayings like "don't eat yellow snow" and "being bad is bad". None of this "you will come into great wealth and many beautiful women". Now THAT is a fortune.

I should write fortune cookie fortunes. I wonder who does that? Do they get credit for it? Can they even put it on a resume?

4:34pm: I'm a Hero, Not a Soldier...
So remember the other day when I was telling ya about how Romanova tried to chop me in half after saying something about what kind of soldier am I if I won't kill? Yeah, I've been thinking about that comment and all I can wonder is what's this soldier shit?

Really, I'm not a soldier, I'm a God damn hero. Soldiers may kill and stuff, heroes do not. Heroes save and spare lives above all else.

What kind of soldier am I?

Pfft.

Fuck you and your soldiers and your little army. Fuck that. I'm not here to play GI Joes, I'm here to save lives. I'm here to do what's right and not just kill someone because I'm told their bad. Bullshit, I want proof that they're bad and even then you're probably only going to get me to dole out an ass kicking of the grandest order. No killing though. Hell no.

What kind of a hero kills? You can't kill and be a hero, I'm sorry. That's not the way it works. That's what makes heroes different from bad guys. Heroes are supposed to care about life and that's all life, from the five year old who only wants a puppy to the mad scientist threatening to poison the water supply, you save both. You get that kid his puppy and you throw that madman in jail for a very long time. Put his ass to work stamping lisence plates or something.

But to kill? Bah. There's a judicial system to hand out punishment. It's not the job of heroes to do that. We only work well as long as we work within the boundaries of the law. And the law says don't kill.

And I keep wondering about this New Mages thing. For a while there I was thinking of bailing, you know, cause it's not my thing, especially if all they're going to do is kill people and mess with my head to try and get me to do the same. But, ya know what? I think I'm going to stick around. If anything, just to be a pain in their ass.

That's right, call me Jimminy Fuckin' Cricket cause I'm playing conscience to these bastards.

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11:35pm: Home Again, Home Again...
Good God is it good to have my feet on familiar ground again. Familiar being Earth. Let me tell ya, kids, space ain't all it's cracked up to be. Especially if you're up there fighting interdimentional bad guys in a space station with walls that are just way too thin for my tastes. When all that's standing between you and the cold vaccum of space is a handful of inches of metal and a big ass angel looking guy with a hard on for punching shit you really don't have the time to pause and enjoy yourself.

Yeah, it's that or the fact that you're dragging an unconscious teammate around in a despirate scramble to make an escape pod before the whole place blows up. Or that you're almost getting chopped in half by your own head honcho when you won't kill someone.

Yeah, space sucks.

Sigh.

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9:38pm: I've just GOTTA start using this...

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Running on the hotel lobby, swinging two hardened pitas, cometh Bush43! And he gives an ominous scream: "Brace yourself, oh human speck of dust! I bring darkness and mayhem like a sentient bulldozer!!"

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9:54pm: Pure? Me? BAH!

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
Category	Your Score	Average
Self-Lovin'	63.3% Explored the pleasures of the flesh	65%
Shamelessness	92.9% Has yet to see self in mirror	79.3%
Sex Drive	92.1% The Pope is envious	77.7%
Straightness	32.1% Done the nasty, but not creatively	45.1%
Gayness	100%	83.2%
Fucking Sick	95.6% Refreshingly normal	89.8%
You are 76.98% pure Average Score: 72.6%
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1:09am: Most Hated Person - Ever? Me?

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11:46pm: I Really Hope This Isn’t Pre-emptive…

Happy Deathday!
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You will die on:	Wednesday, November 19, 2031
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9:11am: It's Tough Being Me
God, do you know how hard it is to get any? I mean, here I thought being this hero and all would do me some good with the ladies. Nope. Okay, sure they're throwing themselves at me, but I have this feeling that I'm not aloud to do anything with the groupies. It's like being a married rockstar only I don't have the hot wife to go home to. ARUGH!!!!

Oh well, one of these days a fine woman is going to see Bush43 for the beef that he is and want me so bad that there'll be no stopping her. Yeah.

I just hope she's not nuts.

6:26pm: How Can You Be 106% Compatible?
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1:14am: Evil Groupies
You've got to wonder what kind of a city you're living in when it turns out folks like these.

9:25pm: The Bootlegger...
Dude what the hell was that guy all about?

Did he stop people with the funky shit? Did he pilfer rhymes and constuct awesome breakbeats?

Man, get a real job!

4:55pm: Masks are Too Damn Expensive
I mean, twenty five bucks for a thing of rubber that's gonna fall apart or melt as soon as I face the first villain of the evening. Christ, I should buy stock in the company that makes these things.

And Pert shampoo. Do you know how many times I have to wash my hair to get the rubber out of it? Little pieces are bad enough, but imagine when it melts. And those fire blowing guys and stuff, man, they suck.

Not only to I get melted rubber all over everything, including my sexy suave suits, but my hair gets singed too and if there's anything worse than the smell of burnt hair, it's the look of a bad doo. Sons of bitches, gonna make me have to shave my head...