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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 176152" data-attributes="member: 1679">Nikki picked up a small pebble from the ground.  “I need to get out of here.”  She said, drawing a door in the air with the rock.  She stepped through, and out onto the other side of her doorway.  “Maybe I need one of those warp portal things.”  She drew an intricate warp portal just like the one she had seen from the 3rd floor to the lobby.  She stepped through with no effect.  She then decided to create a set of pencils and pens to make more detailed objects, and a sword and dagger for protection against the arachnids.David leapt up, one of his Ka-bar combat knives springing into his hand.  One of the cultists tried to cast a spell, but David attacked as the cultist was concentrating, and disrupted the arcane energy.  The other cultist reached for a holstered revolver, and David kicked it out of his hands, sending it scuttling under a desk.  David and the cultist dove for the gun, and David got it first.  He fired at pointblank range and blasted a hole in the cultist’s chest.  He then whirled up and pointed the gun at the spellcaster.  “All right, buddy.  What where you doing up here?”“Yog-Sothoth take your soul!”  The cultist grunted, clutching at the deep wound in his side.“Tell me, or die.”  David said, drawing a bead on the cultists head. “Never!”  the cultist screamed in defiance.“You had your chance.”  David fired, the bullet ripping through the cultist neck.  Blood and gore covered the room, the carpet was a sea of red from the two gaping bullet holes.“Awww f’ck. I’m connected with two more murders!”  David said, sticking the gun in his waistband.Saquina booted up her computer and did an internet search for DJ Twitch and the MJs.  Nothing.  A search for raves near Arkham.  Nothing.  It was like the rave had never existed.Marta, Jessica, and Jacob (Samuel’s replacement) piled in the van and drove to the rave, looking for Nikki.  The site where the rave was was empty, without a single waterbottle or dieing glowstick to mark its location.  As they traced their way to where the DJ booth had been, a man wearing a beige trenchcoat jumped out at them and fell to their feet.  “Oh my God!  Sweet baby Jesus!  It was horrible, they’re all gone! All of them!  The mists! The horrible cyclopean eldritch purple mists from beyond time!  And then They came.  Oh God!”He would react to nothing, and so the investigators shoved him in the van and drove to the Arkham police station.“Hello, I’m Marta Woodham and I wood like to turn some one in and file a missing person report.”“Okay.”  The bored night officer said.“First off, I have a friend at the rave near town, DJ Twitch and the MGs, and when I went to pick her up, she wasn’t there, along with the rave.  The only thing we found there was him.”  She gestured at the babbling man, who was sitting in the waiting room next to Jessica and Jacob.“Ah yes, that would be ‘Primo-Greeno’ Dibbler, our local drug dealer.  We’ve never been able to pin him down, but with the evidence on him he’ll be going away for a long time.  Thank you.  Now about that missing person?”Marta gave the officer Nikki’s information, and they proceeded to a the local occult bookstore, the Arkham Arcanist.“So what do you want? You don’t look like one of our usual customers.”  The goth chick (sluttiness irrelevant to storyline) looked up from painted her nails.Marta looked at the trio of pale skinned, heavily mascara’ed, psuedo-vampires gathered around a book of depressing poetry in the corner and the wild-eyed gray-haired druid sorting herbs against the wall, and then at her ordinary street clothing.  “I’m looking for anything about disappearances of large groups of people and anything about spells that could bring them back”“Spells over there, but I’m warning you none of them really work.”  The druid glared at the clerk.  “Except to true believers of course.”  She added hurriedly. “Disappearances over there.  We also stock supplies for the spells that won’t work you.”The investigators looked over the books, the most interesting one was about the USS Eldridge  “Hey this is an occult bookstore, not a friggin lending library. Are you going to buy that or will we use our mystical powers to stun you and then drink your blood?”Marta slapped down the $20 price for the book and left, trailed by the two others.*Marta, sorry about not including the library scene, but I think this is enough for now. Right?</blockquote>

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