Keeping promises and taking names

Well, it's dusk literally, but not metaphorically. After the DG left me with Marcella I knew that it would be the only opportunity I had to keep my promise to Chung Quel. I put M's head on a plate and ran around trying to find people who knew of a taoist temple, who could get me there quickly, and who could speak a language I understand and understand a language I could speak. I'd say it wasn't easy, but acutally it worked out great. See, this Djinn showed up and he saw me and laughed and laughed. He said something like, "hey little man, what is your deal?' I told him my deal--TRUTHFULLY, not like the DG with all of their secrativeness and lies and oh i'll show you my hand only after you show me yours--and he laughed again. He said that I was the most interesting thing he'd seen all day, and so he'd help me out.

He did! He took me to this amazing place about 900 miles away. It was just great. Austere like when I lived in the woods. So, I burned the note I had prepared informing Chung Quel of the Mayuwana, our defeat of it and capture of the egg afterward, and the lack of progress we've made in penetrating Lao's master plan (though, you know, we had found out he'd given more than one of these eggs back). The first from that note made a wisp of smoke in which CQ himself appeared. He thanked me, with honorifics. Now, I don't stand by those, but I do stand by an interprative policy of letting people use words in the ways that they like to use them. That's the only way Jesus was able to spread his message under his many different names to so many different people. I know CQ he is an honorific-loving dude, that's why I put them in that letter. It's a pretty cool sign of respect that he used them back when talking to me. CQ said that, oh what was it, the maridians have to be asked about something being moved. Maybe the meridian was moved, and I have to ask the mandarins? It's not important (I told Zombres and he seemed to think it was, so i'm sure rocks are involved in here somewhere). What's important is that CQ and I are on speaking terms. I'm not sure if CQ is jesus by another name--which would be great because he told me he was busy and wouldn't be able to talk to me much anymore--but it's great that he would again, I mean, I know he's still busy, but I'm glad I can help him out, and if he can talk to me when I help him out then I just need to help him more so that, but he's busy, but I miss him so much, and, well. Okay, or, maybe he's just a pal of Jesus. Since meeting the Danger Gang I've seen a lot of things. I wouldn't be surprised if Jesus had a whole boatload of friends. I mean, maybe the way he talked to me before--as one guy who had the whole world in his hand, the whole wide world in his hands--maybe that was a regionalism just like all the regionalisms I attributed to his manifestation in other places. It stands to reason--not that Porzorzu would understand that, the weasel hater. In any case, I think that I should help this guy out. He is ugly, and I know that holy people are ugly to at least one of the senses. So, I don't know how much I can help this guy, but here is my new plan. Instead of burying these notes wherever we are when I write them, I'm going to save them up, and whenever we pass by a Taoist temple I'm going to burn them all. Then he can keep up with what's going on with the DG. I never know what is and isn't important, but he sure will.

So the Djinn took us back. He said that acutally the Chung Quel was the most interesting thing he'd seen all day. I invited him to hang out with us for a while--because we see so many interesting things that I can't even tell what they are anymore. I think that he's thinking it over right now. The DG came back and resurrected Marcella. I guess they almost won, then almost lost, then a whole bunch of demons stopped the fighting and told Owanawoes to let us do whatever we watned and to give us a boon. From what I can tell it didn't make any sense. Arben took down a lot of the names of these demons, and they were numerous. Dispater, Moloch, Tyrel, just, like, a bunch. I don't think they would try to help us. There has to be some information there. Anyway, that's all I've got. I'm gonna bury this one here in Transoxiana, and it'll be the last note I bury. Ground, you've been great, but it's time to move on to fire.