((Tray'ju was a pen name I was using but forgot password to account and e-mail associated with account was corrupted so back to using main account. 
))
Entry 7
Hello, Diary. How have you been? Sorry it's been so long since I scribbled all over your pages but, well, things have been a bit hectic.
See, following the near death of Hojo'to at my hands and the meeting with Frandrin, I became primary target number one for lots of very unhappy people with weird affections to the retarded meat-head. These affections, unfortunately meant lethal ramification for me. Between Bleeding Boar, Kanako Moonweaver, Sun'ra Zhwan, Mergrey, Korofi, and a half dozen others, I was constantly looking for someone to come out of the shadows and lop my damn head off.
To compound matters, my high profile in a certain organization, as well as the work I continued to do for Frandrin, was putting me front-and-center with various law enforcement agencies as my import business, (hehe imports, gonna remember that one), exploded with demands. One could say I had too many investors.
Well, I figured my number was gonna be up anytime and was making plans for the orphanage when He-Whom-I-Shall-Not-Name-in-Case-This-is-Picked-Up-By-the-Law recommended a ploy.Â
I won't get into specifics in case I need to do it again, but you may have heard I was dead, Diary. Well, -someone- did die. But, wasn't me.
Now, moment I got wind, I dropped my colors and fled. Right into hiding.  Granted had to watch most of my contacts and venues get absorbed by various sects but I was alive and was worth it. Spent a lot of the time in the orphanage fixing it up and working with the kids in the moons following. Had plenty of money saved over so no trouble.
For awhile.
But, the money began to dry up after several of my accounts were seized upon by agencies or former allies and I've had to come back out of hiding and resume my trade.Â
What can I say? I have a legendary skill at turning shit into gold.
For now, most think I'm still dead and I'm -very- happy to keep up that visage up while I work.
First though, Frandrin and I need to have a little chat about his -friends-. Never did update about his little package did I? Well Diary, I'll keep you in suspense for a bit longer. You know how I like to be a merciless tease.
))Entry 7
Hello, Diary. How have you been? Sorry it's been so long since I scribbled all over your pages but, well, things have been a bit hectic.
See, following the near death of Hojo'to at my hands and the meeting with Frandrin, I became primary target number one for lots of very unhappy people with weird affections to the retarded meat-head. These affections, unfortunately meant lethal ramification for me. Between Bleeding Boar, Kanako Moonweaver, Sun'ra Zhwan, Mergrey, Korofi, and a half dozen others, I was constantly looking for someone to come out of the shadows and lop my damn head off.
To compound matters, my high profile in a certain organization, as well as the work I continued to do for Frandrin, was putting me front-and-center with various law enforcement agencies as my import business, (hehe imports, gonna remember that one), exploded with demands. One could say I had too many investors.
Well, I figured my number was gonna be up anytime and was making plans for the orphanage when He-Whom-I-Shall-Not-Name-in-Case-This-is-Picked-Up-By-the-Law recommended a ploy.Â
I won't get into specifics in case I need to do it again, but you may have heard I was dead, Diary. Well, -someone- did die. But, wasn't me.
Now, moment I got wind, I dropped my colors and fled. Right into hiding.  Granted had to watch most of my contacts and venues get absorbed by various sects but I was alive and was worth it. Spent a lot of the time in the orphanage fixing it up and working with the kids in the moons following. Had plenty of money saved over so no trouble.
For awhile.
But, the money began to dry up after several of my accounts were seized upon by agencies or former allies and I've had to come back out of hiding and resume my trade.Â
What can I say? I have a legendary skill at turning shit into gold.
For now, most think I'm still dead and I'm -very- happy to keep up that visage up while I work.
First though, Frandrin and I need to have a little chat about his -friends-. Never did update about his little package did I? Well Diary, I'll keep you in suspense for a bit longer. You know how I like to be a merciless tease.
