The Diaries of an Enigmatic Manipulator
A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen fanfiction
Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comic and the LXG movie I do not own. My own characters, and any aspect of the story that involves or is changed by them I recall my own.
England, June 1899
What does one pack on such a trip? Clothing, utterly, but of what kind? And lasting for how long? Will food be supplied and other necessities; beauty products, daily essentials? Otherwise, out of wise decision and instinct, I had packed a week's worth of clothing and some essentials in my valise. I believe I remember M mentioning something about the luggage being transferred by another member…that I did not need to worry about it. Something or other…I simply do not know what to do! Oh, why did I agree to this uncertainty; a group of people to stop a world war? It's all so baffling; and why me…who are the others? I would certainly like to find out soon, though! In one word to sum it all, I must choose 'mystifying'. The way M and Mr. Reed just came in and asked my assistance with no large sum of detail just pains me! I just hope these other members have the same emotion as I…
The other thing that had crossed me when the men left was the preparation I would need! Now, call me wise, but I am no expert at the martial arts! Or use of weaponry for that sort! I could only imagine the danger I would be getting myself into…I can picture my fellow alliances now; militaristic, knowledgeable of weaponry and forceful use. Harsh, daftly ignorant…I cannot bear it. I fear I will drop out of this endeavor before any harm has been done.
Otherwise, I must practice.
I hold weapons, I do, however I've never found the need for them to be of use. I carried my father's old crossbow, flare gun, and several spears. They were locked away in the depths of my home, and I do not intend to be using those weapons to defend myself. But what shall I? Guns and swords, certainly not… Perhaps they require me for other purposes? Not every member of the group is definite to contain experienced fighters! Yes, that's right. And still I fear if I don't review what I know, I could find myself in grave danger.
I shall review what I believe are to be my best traits for this undertaking:
My intentions are well. I can easily uncover anonymity faster than plenty of misguided people.
I hold useful organization and stratagems. I am able to make swell plans, positive to work in a straightforward manner.
I have plenty of knowledge. That must count for something.
Although, as I mentioned earlier, I have no swell experience with weapons or martial arts, I am swift. I can defend myself when needed, within hope. I have done it before, plenty of times might I add, and here I stand. I have not really thought about it, but I've noticed a pattern—every time I feel to be in danger, it's as if a switch has turned on, alarming my animalistic instinct to defend. An initial reaction, might I say. Perhaps an experienced alliance of mine can teach me a few ways to additionally preserve myself. I shall remind myself to ask whomever I feel I am able to learn from.
I must say, it took me a while to discover this extra trait, however it is but obvious! Many periods in my life have I been able to influence the enemy! Deceiving the opposition in many ways, I have been able to escape from various situations! A persuader, am I. Well…perhaps not in such an entrepreneurial way, but more as if I was an enigmatic manipulator.
That, I hope, is enough for me to survive this endeavor for it is all I can afford. However, I fear it is my confidence speaking these exaggerated traits, with the desire to let me believe I am to stay alive; perhaps…perhaps not.
Oh…but no I cannot think in that manner! I shall keep hope to stay alive, that my spirit can forgive this wretched mind of mine to agree to such a case! Otherwise, if this is goodbye, dear world; how can this be the last life to live…just one light coming down from the heavens, it's a goodbye—it's life's double time! Not even out of my regret to come back home and see my past again, my voice is fading; goodbye dear world, for I shall fall into the big sleep!
