All Quiet on the Western Front

I wish I had more to say, lately, but everything has been so quiet that the most interesting thing I have to report is what I had for dinner last night. Since Picasso has left, there's been not even the slightest hint of trouble. My Host doesn't know quite what to make of it, and honestly, neither do I.

It's been quite a while since I've seen any sign of the monster. A couple months, in fact. And since then, nothing. Everything I've read and been told says that it's extremely unusual. I don't know what to think.

I don't know how monsters work, but I do know how people work. And if it were a person doing this, I'd think they wanted to scare me off but didn't care enough to bother with me. There's been a lot of cheap scare tactics like having people hunt me down and attack me, but not bother to try to seriously harm me.

So maybe it just wanted to scare me off. Maybe it's just gotten bored, and will come back and kill me later. I don't know. I don't think there really is a way to know. But I feel like I should make use of this time to do something worthwhile while I can. I just have to figure out what that should be.

Safety

By the time my last post went up, Picasso was in all actuality already evacuated from the house. At this point, no one but her and possibly Moth knows where she is. I'm not giving you another go at attacking her, Fracture.

She's my friend, and I will defend her as such. 

It's pretty quiet around here with just our host around in addition to myself-a big change from the shouting and chaos of Picasso's visit. But it's not all bad. I've got the dog, whom I've named Jill, to train. She's pretty smart, and is taking to it very well. She follows me around like a shadow these days.

And of course I have to start working on my next move. I can't stay here forever, as nice as it is. I'll have to get moving soon.

Minor Emergency

Our host is probably getting very fed up with the two of us at present. He now has some really nasty bloodstains on  his carpet and furniture to deal with in addition to all the other chaos. I seem to have forgotten that as much as I enjoy her company, Picasso is still a bit... unstable, I guess would be the best way to put it.

So when she saw that I'd inadvertently given away her location as being here with me, she flipped out. Smashed Sam's laptop, came raging in attacking me and calling me a traitor. She was convinced that I was working for Fracture, that I'd sold her out, and that I wanted her dead. Nothing our host or I could say could convince her of the truth. Despite our best efforts and our host's indignation, she tore open a portal to the Path right in the middle of the common area.

That was almost the end of my dealings with Picasso (at least positive dealings). Fracture is a clever bastard, however, and there was an ambush waiting for her. A few minutes later she popped back in, bleeding heavily and clearly out of commission again. She collapsed to the floor, much to my alarm.

Despite our host's protests that she could bleed to death for almost bringing Fracture's people in here, I got her patched up again, and she's recovering while we try to figure out how to get her out of here without her getting attacked. I don't know how well she'd do in her current state.