Journal Entry 5
#7 of London Org.
Based on a D&D campaign I played, set in 1920's London, the entries come from the point of view of Baylor Stoneridge. An anthropomorphic Buffalo has the power to amplify the feelings of others and allow others to get a taste of his emotions with the slightest touch.
Well, I can say that Haven is doing much more for me than I expected. We had gone to Scotland to retrieve someone on the strength tier. His name is Magnus, and without Haven to help me collect myself and remember what I could do, that meeting could have been very different. L has volunteered me to keep Magnus calm and controlled. So far in the past few days, I've only had to act once since he arrived. If you remember, it's only temporary, so until I can gain complete control over my ability again, I won't be able to alter his emotion permanently. Magnus is honestly a sweet guy, but I can only understand him as far as I can throw him, which I cannot. He barely fits in the corridors, let alone his chambers. L is working with the strength tiers to fix him a room he can be comfortable in. Until then, he's crammed in a normal-person-sized room.
After the recruitment, L has been talking about getting my team together for an official meet-and-greet. As much as L wants me to be a leader for one of his task forces, I'm not so sure I want to be one. I enjoy being here. I enjoy being around Haven, and I still have a lot of practice to catch up on for Magnus to be cured. Hell, even Constance, who is now L's right-hand lady due to the deal he had to make for destroying her house, is someone I would like to know more about. It's not like more time would hurt anyone, and who's to say someone who has the experience won't be recruited. I just don't see that leadership or that strength in myself like L does. Maybe that's another gift of his since no one here knows the extent of L's abilities.
But other than that, since being back at the Organization, things have been pretty lackluster. Ellis has become less and less shy and makes his presence known. I wake up and talk to him like I would speak to you. I found out the plant's name, though. It's called a Lamb's Ear. Very fitting for you, don't you think?
Well, I hope whatever you are doing is cooler than raising a plant. Maybe if I love the plant enough and when I pass, you could forgive my sins, and I can take you into my arms once again. Little Ellis and I wish you were here; I'm sure Haven and you would hit it off. The way he talks to me makes me feel appreciated. I feel like I am heard, and I lose my frustrations when I meet him for breakfast or when he invites me to play a game of chess, which he wins every time. I never understood it, even back in New York. The pawns move one space, and the king moves one; the queen goes anywhere? Haven has been trying his hardest to help me learn the rules. I mean, Magnus is even better than me. He and Haven sometimes go for hours like they have nothing else they could be doing. Haven will scream checkmate, Magnus says something in Scottish that I don't understand one bit, and then the game is over. It makes a lick of sense to me.
It's almost time for us three to gather for supper before the night is over. I overheard L mentioning a night on the town tomorrow. I wonder what the occasion could be for, but I know that I am ready to get out of chess nights with Haven and Magnus and see the city.