[d20 Cthulhu] What Rough Beast... (Part I)

[The Crimster]

[OOC: No one knows Miles.]

 

[Kristof]

Kristof says goodbye to Julia and heads over to check out the commotion going on around where Alister was, and if there seems to be nothing further to be gained from hanging around him, is going to head for Julia's residence. However, if he can catch Alister before he leaves, he is going to say:

Um, excuse me, Alister? I'm a college proffessor, and while neither math or physics is exactly my subject I'm afraid, I was wondering if you could explain to me about those numbers you were talking about earlier? I can understand how upseting events like this can be, were they something you had talked over with Professor Pickman? Is it something you would like me to look into in his notes or records perhaps?

 

[Karl Green]

"Ah nice to meet you Mr. Miles... yea that's me Sam..." and after the short exchange of pleasantries Sam will promise Julia that he will be at her house very soon. He will then go over to his own car and drive there himself.

 

[The Crimster]

[Kristof, you see that Alister is fairly far from the group that spoke to him. You can if you wish run (or quickly walk) after him. If I don't hear from you before I post next, I'll assume you don't]

 

[Kristof]

Eh, what's a brisk walk anyhow, I could use the exercise. Sure, I'll try to catch up with him.

 

[The Crimster]

Kristof takes off after Alister. The disturbed man moves rather quickly, winding his way through the hilly cemetary. It takes an effort to try and overtake him. Finally, Alister stops near a mausoleum and turns around slowly to face Kristof. He sticks his hands in his jacket pocket and shakes his head. Almost sadly.

Kristof clears his throat. "Um, excuse me, Alister? I'm a college professor, and -" Suddenly the look on Alister's face changes. His eyes light up with a smoldering fury. His teeth curl back in a feral grin.

"Professor..? There..? You teach at that festering pit of filth? You teach the no-minds how to think the think??" He takes a step towards you.

Kristof, you realize you are quite alone on this hill with Alister.

Alex, Dr. Silver, Sam, and Randy - you are unable to see Kristof and Alister at this time.

 

[Kristof]

Suddenly hit with a bit of wisdom, Kristof realizes this might not have been the smartest move and, muttering an apology for disturbing Alister, takes off back down the hill towards the dispersing group.

I'm terribly sorry for upsetting you, sir.

And by "takes off", I mean runs

 

[Anabstercorian]

Alex glances at the rapidly departing Kristof with a bit of interest before noticing the sidearm revealed by the gust of wind. His eyes widen momentarily. "I'm not sure what that was all about, Mr. Morrison," he says, becoming rather cautious suddenly, "I've never met the man before today. I knew Mr. Pickman from my art shows - I'm a painter." He notices Mr. Morrison's interest in his sketchpad and offers it to him - It's filled with a variety of quick scenic sketches and abstract patterns, as well as a few roughed out drawings of - Things. Strange things, monsters mostly, but some can't even be thought of as monsters.
"I don't know where the bugs came from - They seemed to be under his clothes... Freaked the hell out of me, frankly. He said he was a student of Mr. Pickman's... I'm surprised at that. Mr. Pickman was a very bright man, and I can't see him letting someone that disturbed go without medical help."
"Are you sure there's nothing you can do? I thought that you could be hospitalized against your will in certain situations..."
He takes back the sketch pad and slips it back in to his wallet.

 

[Isida KepTukari]

*Before Randy takes off, Ray will quickly introduce himself.*

"I'm Dr. Ray Silver, and thanks for helping keep the other people away. Julia was as much a friend to me as Alan was."

*As Randy walks away, Ray turns to Alex.*

"As for Alister... I don't think he's ok."

*Shudder slightly.*

"My god, those bugs! That's really the sign of a disturbed mind... And I wouldn't be too surprised if he was living in a... much less nice part of town. If you want my professional medical opinion on the whole matter..."

*Ray makes a circular motion with his finger near his temple, the classic "crazy" sign.*

"He's not right in the head, among other things. Poor man, more than a bit paranoid."

*Shakes his head, as if to clear it.*

"Julia wanted me to come over to her house to help her sort through Alan's things, so I suppose I'd best get going. You said your name was Alex, right?"

*Extends his hand for a good-bye handshake.*

 

[Anabstercorian]

Alex's face lights up. "You're going there too? So am I! She wanted me to pick up some of my old paintings. I'll meet you there." Relaxing, he heads for his car.