Jasons' Rio Diary

2005:

Having freshly returned from New Orleans, I have to say that particular hellhole is not on my list of things to deal with. Marcel keeps trying to stake me anally, and I again have to say I don't appreciate it. We have bigger problems, but he doesn't know or care. I suppose I have in him an ally of sorts, as he'll probably listen to me next time I whip out a prophecy on his ass.

I returned to my office to see the most important thing on my wall. A countdown timer, set to 0 out the day Augustus screws the pooch. And so began a night of contemplation after resettling in Tina and Andre.

First need: Communication. I will need secure communications in all things. To achieve this, I'll need some financial backing. Some investments here and there and some well placed bets are not going to go amiss. The main goal here is going to have to be finding some digital links that aren't translatable. Given the technomancy path, I have to presume any communications are tappable. The solution is to let them listen, but speak a language they don't know. Occam's razor points to "invent a new computer language."

Shitballs.

Second Need: Allies. With the Schism dividing the clan, this is harder than it looks. I'm going to have to devote some resources to building some boltholes and safehouses for people, and letting it be known that Alamut West is here. It's a bit pretentious, but this could be the best place. International city, multiple access routes, and a political structure that's very laid back. I seriously doubt I'll be able to end the Schism, but I do need as many people as possible knowing that it's time to be wary of the Giovanni. See also, communication.

Third Need: Recon. For this, I'm going to need to develop my personal Auspex to the highest levels I can, in addition to learning the sorcerers' ways so that I can pursue technomancy. The Giovanni are hell on wheels with finance and necromancy. Necromancy I'll have to leave to Brenda, but I should be able to pursue the finance with my own means. See previous regarding communication. It's quite lovely to have all the books in the world and all the time in the world to read them, but if your glasses are broken you're beyond hosed. I have to read the documents to know where the money is going, and read where they plan to do things.

Fourth Need: Action Plan. Once the three cornerstones are in place, the final piece needs to be set. What we're going to do about it. Given their previous interest in guns and ammo, I have a distinct feeling I may need a few of those. The more traditional may look upon guns as tools of the dishonorable, but the Giovanni lack all honor despite their loud protestations to the contrary. They will want them, I will have them, and I will use them. The coordinated strike, as much of the clans' strength as can be mustered...Haqim himself might be proud of it.

But lets' not get carried away here. We just got the plan on paper, and as I look upon, there is a centuries' worth of work, and I've got a decade to do it.

2005 - 2031:

Epilogue of New York - yowza. Seriously, I hate the Giovanni houses. They're fucking creepy, and they are allergic to electricity. We get in, have a nice meal with Donatello, and then Lurch takes us to our rooms. And seriously, he was Lurch. The room is done up in memoraria, which adds a macabre touch to the whole thing. A family, all laid out and dressed nicely. It's peaceful. And then it gets weird. A nice landscape of the 19th century vintage, so close I stepped in. Metaphorically. Somewhat. I mean, I was rocking the 19th century style, and yes, I looked good, but then Cass yoinked me out of it. Reallllly annoying. But yeah, I really need to stop doing that shit. Cass yoinked me out of it because her room had a funhouse mirror. And by funhouse I mean "Psychotic portal that reflected a dying version of everything not undead, and didn't like being touched." Talk about guys who need a laugh. Cass refused to stay in her room, and I can't really blame her - but my room wasn't a whole lot better. Seriously, the gunslinger on my half of the bed left like he was going to his other painting in Hogwarts. And then night was a series of dream within a dream because the matrix is fucking real and it hates us. It was just...getting called back to bed by cass, waking up with the coverlet, talking to the painting, rinse and repeat until nightfall. On the whole, I've had more comfortable sleeping in a 6 man tent with 5 other farting burping snoring stankass guys back when the sun was just a thing.

Wake up, get dressed and prep to deliver Marie to Daddy, and get Tina back. On the way, some dude from Manchester by the name of Something Dunsirn is offered up as a bodyguard. gratis. Sure, I like having free cannon fodder. Although Marie did not sleep well either, from the look of it. And Ol' Boy Dunsirn loved him some Scottish death metal. My god Donatello hurts my head, his house is creepy, and we could have stayed at a hotel. But the exchange went off mostly harmlessly. Without going into details there was a ton of machinegun french that I could just barely keep up with. Turns out Michel isn't a complete asshole, just a weird scientist who loves him some Cylons. He had a couple wheel Tina out. Apparently she was place in a stasis loop of some kind that I didn't completely understand, but she wasn't easy to control.

I couldn't quite disguise the paternal pride I felt. That's my girl. That said, Michel was apparently a little surprised that there are vampires with a sense of honor. Compliment accepted. And then with Tina to get her a little unwound, touch base with a few people for the night, and then fly our asses back to sweet sweet Rio. With a business card from the Dunsirn guy, advertising himself as a Street Samurai. Seriously, he thought that whole meet was pure awesome. Where the fuck does Don find these people? They do not get out much. And they are somehow...bizarre. It's like the Addams Family was a template.

25 years later

Seriously. Busier than a one-legged man an asskicking contest here. Busier than a Singapore hooker during Fleet Week. Busier than a...you get the picture.

Astral travel is cool, but not without it's drawbacks. Namely, my consciousness can't stay conscious if my body is unconscious. One would think that we could work it out better, but alas. So I had more than a few times where I was sitting in on an R&D meeting or a design session and suddenly WHAM - I wake up and it's night. Gods but that's annoying. But I've learned enough to do...a ton. And looking back, I think I may deserve a vacation. But first, the high points. Advancements in Auspex, guns and computers have come rapidly. Of necessity, I'm learning how to build shit. Now in order to create things, we need money. So now, of necessity, we're branching out. Aggressive expansions into resorts and I've got a stranglehold on the resort casinos in South America. Which means I have a metric ton of cash. Like...I have to buy a couple jets. Or 5. I need a naming convention for the fleet. We'll name them after Enterprise shuttlecraft. And the Flagship will be named Serenity. Easypeasy.

Wow. Apparently I am a bit of a nerd.

Meanwhile, learning...languages, guns, and even learning how to make blood coffee - seriously, that blood sake was what did it. If we can make sake and blood mix...coffee. Rum. All the things I miss having in my mouth from the days when digestion was a thing.

Now as far as what we're sinking the cash into from gambling...well, it's mostly energy and favela rehabilitation. Cass is doing some sort of like...Robin hood thing and Hugo (How did that little squidge get to Rio?) is her man Friday. Okay, that works. Hugo got a list, and a reminder that those people are untouchable. And if he thinks they are touchable, I have a soundproof firing range and 500 rounds of education waiting.

But I digress. Hugo needed some lessons in where to hide his ill gotten gains - let's not kid ourselves, Ravnos do not get that rich that fast with a H&R Block 401(k). I loaned him a couple accountants who were able to funnel his money into Swiss and Cayman accounts that weren't quite traceable, and a couple other little helpful things here and there.

Brenda's found herself a creepshow horde of necromancers. That'll be helpful in the long run, but oh my god I am not inviting them over. They'd probably laugh at the favela project. Which honestly, it's a rather delightful test bed for a future inroads. Everyone needs light, and everyone needs to talk. So, we're getting electricity, to power a hemp paper and textile mill, and rolling the money from that into electronics manufacturing. Now the paper is going to let us get into newsprint that's cheaper and sturdier than traditional, while the electronics are going to let us make cellphones and tablets that everyone will want.

Even the Giovanni.

Thankfully, I've kept in touch with Masood throughout all this - I think he might be a little concerned I'm burning myself out a little, so we're going to take a breather in Baghdad. I think it may be time to let everyone in on the secret, so they can know what's motivating me like nothing ever has before. And as a side note, who the hell goes to Baghdad for a breather? Seriously, I think that may say more about my mental state than anything else.

2 centuries. Time to pack.

A reflective pause

As I'm making sure I've got everything and everyone I need and in order, I'm realizing that goddamn did I make strides. I never would have done this before. Is this a hidden part of me, or is that I'm moving this fast because I know what's coming? Certainly the drive of the caste plays a part, and Masood warned me of it. Would I have truly been pushing myself across so many different spectra had I been a different caste, or even a different clan, even given the same knowledge? I can't really know that, but I'm going to say probably not. And yet looking at the years I've had to work with, I'm still barely a fledgling. I'm simultaneously pleased and concerned. I'm pleased with myself because I'm at the forefront of my fields. If I released any of the BanHammer models, there'd be a war inside 3 months - you give the army boys new toys, and they're gonna want to play with them. Additionally, in the realm of computers, I'm one moment of brilliance from cracking the trinary system - and I've already written up design documents to make current programs compatible. I'm concerned because even with that and everything I have, the people I'm going up against could utterly wreck me with an insignificant gesture and never consider me again unless my corpse left an undesirable stain on the carpet.

Can I keep up this pace and still manage to avoid stomping toes, keep making friends, and gather enough force behind me to keep the Giovanni from enacting their plans (and this is critical) without them noticing? Probably not. It all comes back to having friends. Creating Alamut West would be ideal. Not New Alamut. never. There's only one, and to make a "New Alamut" smacks of hubris and worse, dishonor. Again, I think that might be the blood talking. Like how I felt when I saw Eren gathering stones in a cavern there. What it must be like to have been there. And going to Baghdad might make it worse.

But I digress - this is to take inventory of what I've done, and allow myself a pat on the back. Again, it feels like everything I've done has been guided somehow. There's a purpose to everything I've done, like the languages I speak, the things I've mastered and surpassed mastery of. There's always been one overarching goal. Stop the Giovanni. I'm starting to feel confident that I can do so. I think I'm going to hold on to that feeling until Serenity touches down in Baghdad, because that's when all hell is going to break loose.

Hey, I know that guy!

2031

So my travel plans are pretty much set. Clothing, hockey jerseys with body armor and holsters for casual time, couple nice suits with flex-kevlar for formal occasions, the latest test pistols from the machine shop (Ren and Stimpy) and some nice collapsible assault rifles. Just in case. I don't think I could get away with grenades, but my "bodyguards" can get away with a little bit more than me, even if their real function is walking ammo can if we get into deep shit.

So in the midst of my preparation for coming out of the closet (police box?) to Masood, I get a call. One of my managers wants to know if it's cool for a guy who's losing a ton to trade in emeralds. Uhm...are they legit, do they appear to be stolen, all that - everything looks good, so after a quick appraisal, they're good. Really, I think the only reason he called was it was about a mill in emeralds. So the night proceeds apace, I go over my ammo counts and what they're going to show up on the manifest as, and then there's another call. All hell has broken loose at the casino, and it's not the kind that brings in money. That's annoying, so I bring up the security and it's not good. Masked men are shooting at people, but it's like they're...shooting with a purpose. This isn't mayhem for mayhems' sake, they're rolling toward Senor Emerald. Advise security of what they're doing, and then I notice these guys are taking bullets and they're not really slowing down. Fuckberries, they're vampires. That just made it my problem. Sigh. Fortunately, the resort's actually close enough to reach out and touch someone, so I do. Admittedly, I should have asked the douche his name, but I really wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. Apparently, they were after the emeralds, and they're weren't in an asking kind of mood. Oddly, they were following a trail of green, and I got mental flashes of a guy in a green mask. Dafuq. Get on the horn to the manager, tell him to clear a path, detain Emerald Guy, and wait for me.

Me and Tina hit the Jeep loaded light - seriously, these guys were carrying submachine guns. No reason to get all uptight and bring the heavy shit. There's a little discussion with the local captain, because BOPA's coming about 20 minutes behind me which is not good news. I swear, those fuckers love to keep construction companies employed because they kill the shit out of buildings. As a result, my local properties have double-payout rider if BOPA's involved in their destruction. Cost overruns are a bitch. The captain does not want me going up there, even if all the wingnuts are doing is suppressing fire. Finally, I convince him, but then mentally contact. As soon as they realize it's me doing the head-chatter, they start shooting at me.

Seriously, fuck these guys. They killed my suit, and then while the cop is tackling my ass I was able to pull off a nice snapshot and kill one of their pistols. Yeah, I meant to do that. Suck it, John Woo. Meanwhile, I did maybe kinda sorta tell these guys that as a child of Haqim, I found their intrusion unwelcome.

Of course they pulled out a rocket launcher. Seriously, where do these fuckers get rocket launchers, and why do they all want to be aimed at me? New protocol for vampiric gunfights - head shots are acceptable. This is not out of maliciousness, but simply because it won't kill them, and it'll make them think twice before they break out the rocket launchers. However, future plans don't really help against present explosives incoming. Tina took the worst of it, but it seemed like they were not really aiming to kill people in general, they were...stalling. Still, after that they left. Smart, because I was busy making sure my new friend the chief of police was going to die, and then making sure Tina wasn't going to get ashed. They're quite fortunate that she only got a little charred. 5 units of whole blood later, she's gonna be okay, but that shit's gonna leave a mark. Sigh again. Time to head home, questioning the Emerald Asses all the way. They were really closed up about the whole thing but somewhere along the line I got an image of a guy in an emerald mask. Damn little to go on, so they're shuffled down to the B-list. I'll deal with them if opportunity arises, but I have other priorities. Is it sad that I have B-list enemies? It is. Now I'm pretty much going to have to tell Tina why the fuckers who tried to nuke her ass are on the B-list. To wit, the priority is gathering people together to take on the Giovanni.

Home again home again jiggety jig...to a note from a James Pseudonym, asking if he can meet me and Brenda about mutual interests. Well that's not vague at all, but at least he's left an email. Call Brenda, she got a similar note. Though the whole email thing means he's a not a scroll humping Tremere, so points for that. Invitation accepted to my house, because it's definitely more tasteful then Brenda's living room (which is currently done in Early Addams.) Get Tina situated in bed, and then we'll deal with the rest of it later.

Next night, time to meet James. And in a blast from the past, James is Jamie. Like...the Jamie I knew from the breathing days. I mean I know crazy shit happened and a lot of us got hammered back in Timeline the First, but I didn't know everyone was going through the same loopback thing as me. Maybe. I dunno. Jamie's the first one I've run across. So he breaks out a white-noise generator after the room gets cleared, and oh fuck did that thing hurt my ears. Kill it and we open up a secure link courtesy of me. Apparently he's done well, and is worried about some vampire porn thing from his boss. Okay, that's weird but, yeah potential Masquerade breach. Oh yeah. That. Apparently they're analyzing it deeply enough to realize that it's not CGI. I track down a few of the actors, and then eh. It's not a thing I can't fix, I can add some CGI tracers to the file so if anyone looks, it's not really vampires. Really, go back to your sparkly wet dreams, ladies. So that sorted, we get into old home week, and what I've been doing with myself besides computers. Guns. Lots of guns. Jamie did bring a desert eagle, and seriously - he got an upgrade. Caseless, more stopping power in a smaller package, fewer moving parts, better fire rate, and if he needs some custom ammo, I might do it for shits and giggles.

Then came the real thing that boggled me. He knew me and Brenda got shot back. He was however, cagey about the hows and the wherefores. Over guns and telepathy, we discussed plans - he's actually planning to find where the Giovanni are holding souls and poison the well, as it were. Ambitious, but that means he's cozying up to the Giovanni. I'm not a fan of the idea, but apparently it can be done and he's going for it. If it works, good times. I did let him know that Brenda's a Nagaraja - and really good at Necromancy. I'm running Jamies' plan by her to see if it is viable. He might be getting duped by the Giovanni. Meanwhile, I'll CGI fangs over the real fangs and set up a couple watchers on the servers here so that anything that comes out gets a similar treatment. And if I do manage to find someone I know in this mess, I'll have to talk to them and quietly advise them that someone is unhappy about the porn. Meh.

Then came Boggle number two - Brenda didn't know she'd been thrown back in time. So that was an interesting conversation in and of itself, but it was fruitful. there were a few "Now that makes sense" and similar comments, but she apparently needs a ride to Beirut. Well, hell, as long as we're all going in that direction, why not. And then on the ride over, we discuss how to stop an Antediluvian who is a rather selfish prick and is trying to cause mass catastrophe as a pawn sacrifice in the Jyhad. Beirut, Baghdad, then Dresden. My pilots are making some serious coin this run.