For once I wasn't allowed to kill someone, as much as I wanted to.
The Fountain's decision as an organisation was to collaborate with Nazi Germany.
Kept at a distance, as an alliance. That's what they said, but I know I saw some of the ranks outside of those in the original circle who'd absolutely love to be in bed with them.
I respectfully declined involvement. As did Griffin.
Nikola, as much of a bastard he can be, did thankfully allow us to bow out on doing anything to help any collaboration projects.
Still... it's an ache to want to kill Hitler, but be told you can't.
Even though if I was allowed to, I probably very well would have been able to.
But the point here is that I didn't know Griffin was going to object as well.
Since the two of us were in the same boat, we worked on more projects together.
One example, is that we wanted to extract some notebooks from London relevant to his research, and relevant to mine.
Griffin wanted his original research notes back from his family. He failed in that. Wouldn't let me help him with it...
But he did help me get the thing that'll hopefully prove to you that I've been trying to control and eradicate my darker impulse.
Because there is no other reason for me to have it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he takes a notebook out from a jacket pocket-
-and puts it down on the table-
If you've ever heard of a man named Dr. Henry Jekyll.
Then you'll know of his research. Or well... what happened when he tried his experiment. An unfortunate end.
This is his notebook. It contains his research notes, and diary entries. His original research.
I've been studying it for over sixty years, trying to grasp his work and how to continue it- in order to remove my own Hyde in the form of that dark impulse.
Hasn't been easy, since I'm no chemist- and a lot of this seems to have missed steps. And I don't want to exactly repeat his mistakes.
-he pulls it back into his coat pocket-
I actually knew the man when he was alive... I was funding some of his research using the salary from my surgery. Because I saw the potential, and wanted the results...
I wasn't prepared to be a guinea pig though.
Who knows what would have happened, had I- and not the good doctor- been the subject of that experiment.
I wanted, and still want, to make sure it works before I use it on myself.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-mia turns around to face graham, and WHERE THE FUCK IS HER GREEN EYE?!-
So am I! But she was hurting people! And she tried to kill my boyfriend!
-she goes back to tears-
And now he's not here! He's in my head!-
-speaking of that, the back of it is swelling and making icky noises, with only her hair blocking the details-
edited 29th Oct '17 7:43:47 PM by Lilqueendaisy
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!I sometimes sit at night, and think that maybe I have gotten everything I can from it...
-sighs-
-and actually looks kind of sad-
But I know it isn't enough.
So I keep looking through the damn notebook.
Because it is the only lead I have, and know- that can help me.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Eires turned around just in time to see the boot before Shadow hit them, knocking them sillier than a two door clown car at full, 18-clown capacity.
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