Dark*Matter: Discovery, the Beginning

Meredith glances at the two guys that were giving her advice, consternation plain on her face. She shakes her phone and tries redialling.

"What the... Thanks, that's a good idea, but my phone just cut out. It's getting a signal, but it's just static." She sighs. "Well, they said they were sending a car so..."

Meredith pauses and stares, aghast. "Wait, did you say the killer was -still here-?!"
 

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Cade does two things as he hears reporter's gasp, with his left hand he pulls out his cellphone and attempts to dial 911, while with his right he draws his sidearm from the concealled holster at his hip and holds it down to his side. The flicker of the laser sight is evident upon the floor, as Cade's finger is resting on the trigger.

"If the one who did that is still here," says Cade with a nod towards the body on the floor. "Then it'd probably be best if you and the others move to a secure location, while we wait for the cops."

However, Cade is keeping his eyes peeled for any sudden movements as he looks the crowd over for any evidence of the perp amongst them.

OOC
Cade's check for the perp. (1d20+2=19)
 

OOC - I meant to add this to the above post, but I figured I'd best at it as a second post, instead of editing it.

IC

Once Cade feels his given things a good look, he is going to kneel down and check the guy's ID, if its still on the floor.
 

Nick gets a good look at the artifacts that are visible. He places them at about the eighteenth dynasty of Egypt, and also manages to remember what dig they were form. It was relatively recent dig into a recently discovered tomb in Egypt. It was the tomb of a supposed Egyptian necromancer, Akhentanen, who had been burned to death by Egyptian soldiers. Apparantly, the tomb was sealed with a warning that it should not be reopened. Curiously enough, ever since the tomb was excavated, four of the six archeologists on dig team have been mysteriously murdered.

Judging from the gap in the crate, the item that's been taken is a vase or an urn of some kind.


"Yeah, yeah, I'll go help her," Donovan said, nervously. He's obviously been shook up by this murder, and leaves the room.

Most of the other people from the library have left the room at this point, with the three university students seated at a table near the meeting room, quietly talking among themselves, and occasionally glancing at the door.

Two of the older people who were present, reentered the room and approached Larry. "Excuse me," one of them asked, a heavyset man with black hair. "But are you talking to the police? We've been trying to call with our cellphones, but we can't get a connection."

"Maybe lightning hit the local tower?"
ventured the other man, a skinny guy with an auburn pony tail.


Meredith can't even get a connection this time, her cellphone just isn't working. Cade can't get through either.

Among the various credit cards lying on the floor, there's an ID card. It indciates that the man's name was Jack Williams, and that he was a member of something called the Hoffmann Institute.
 

"Excuse me," one of them asked, a heavyset man with black hair. "But are you talking to the police? We've been trying to call with our cellphones, but we can't get a connection."

Busted. Still trying to take as many pictures as he can, Larry turns to the couple and says. "No. I was calling my Mom to let her know I was going to be late for dinner. We'll all probably have to talk to the police when they get here."


"Maybe lightning hit the local tower?" ventured the other man, a skinny guy with an auburn pony tail.

"Beats me. Although I didn't here any thunder." Larry has the distinct feeling that the cellphones shutting down weren't the best sign he'd seen tonight. Puting up an unworried front, he raises his voice so that everybody can hear him. "Maybe we should all move outside this room and wait for the cops. They won't like us contaminating the crime scene. I've seen CSI."

OOC: Larry is going to try to herd everybody he can towards the reference desk.
 

Immediately sensing that much more is going on here, Nick barrels through the crowd and runs upstairs, taking the steps three at a time. He heads to the computer center in hopes that his fears go unfounded, and that there still may be outbound communication via the internet. If there is, he immediately begins research on the archeaological dig in question, and on the lord surrounding the tomb. While he's there he'll see what he can drum up on this Hoffman Institute.

If there is no internet connection, Nick stays in the computer center for a chance to be alone with his thoughts for just a moment. He closes his eyes and goes deep into his knowledge banks, into his past research to see if he recalls anything about such a ritualistic killing surrounding similar objects.

When he awakens from his self-enduced trance, he'll do what others have yet to think of. He'll go downstairs and try the exit door. Afterall, it is Chicago; there's bound to be a cop somewhere.

[sblock=ooc]Knowledge: Arcane Lore +8, Knowledge: History +8, Research +11[/sblock]
 

Muttering something her mother would disapprove of, Meredith snaps her phone shut again.

"No luck. I'm gonna try one of the desk phones."

She darts out of the conference room and over to the information desk where she reaches across and grabs the phone with an apologetic smile to the librarian. "Sorry...there an emergency going on here."

Funny...were there any librarians looking at the body? I can't recall now. I'll have to check the crowd shot I took.

She dials the dispatch again.
 

The internet connection in the computer center is functioning, though it seems to be going much more slower than it should be.

The Hoffmann Institute, from what Nick can find on the internet, is a private think tank organization devoted towards research into alternate energy sources, ecological protection, social conditions, politics, archeology and finding scientific explanations for unusual events.

Akhentanen, according to the legends, was an Egyptian lord who terrorized a region in Egypt during the eighteenth dynasty, presumably in the same fashion as other such dictators throughout history, though legend appears to have given him various supernatural powers, including the creation of undead servants and the ability to return from the dead.

That's one of the more intriguing legends. Apparantly, according to certain writings recovered from another dig site, a certain ritual could be performed to call Akhentanen back to life, albeit in a limited form, which would involve Akhentanen's remains. Another ritual, which would involve the sacrafice of six people, would restore him to fully flesh and blood, as well as all of his powers. This ritual, once begun, would act to confine the potential sacrafices in a small area, to prevent them from fleeing or seeking help. The only way to break this would be wait a day, or to destroy the new form of the necromancer (which would be praticularly vulnerable to the means of its original demise).

Of course, it's just a legend, it has no actual basis in reality. Presumably, it was created after Akhentanen's demise, along with the claims of his supernatural power, to villify him in the minds of future generations.

One of the key items retrieived from the dig site in Egypt was an urn containing the ashses of Akhentanen. There is very little information on the killings, though they were accompanied by thefts of various artifacts in each case.

(OOC: Nice one, you got 29 on your research check)

The connection finally gives up the ghost, and stops working just after this.


"Oh, okay," the first man says in response to Larry. "I hope the police get here soon."


Meanwhile, at the information desk, Meredith has no luck with the desk phone. She can't even get a dial tone. The few people remaining in the meeting room move out as she tries to make the call. Mostly, they sit down in the main area, though two of them head towards the restrooms, the two men who had asked Larry about his cellphone.


After finishing his research, Nick tries to get the front door open, and runs into something rather unsual. The door won't open. The knob turns, and it isn't locked, but no matter how hard he pulls or pushes, it just won't budge.
 

Diablo. Diego had seen dead men before, but he was still shocked to see this. So much for feeling safe here.

His first instinct was to run from the crime scene. It was one thing he was good at. He'd never been arrested, in part because he always seemed able to get away quickly when he needed to. But he didn't run this time. Just relax. I've done nothing illegal ... recently. Running would just make me look guilty.

He still felt like people were looking at him. The man holding the screaming woman seemed to stare right at him. Do you always blame the latino? He tried to blend in to the crowd.

At the same time, he was curious about all of this. He noted the babe with the camera; what was up with her?

He tried to remember if he'd seen anyone enter or exit the meeting room. Bloody mess, but no one here is dripping with it.
 

Cyrus remembers that 4th of July celebration several years ago. Seeing people standing next to you shot dead is traumatic--hence the pistols inside his leather jacket. But this, this dead body lying on the foor, is different. He is intrigued, not frightened. He wants to know more.

Before he can get close to the body, he hears comments about police being on the way. Not knowing Illinois law on gun licensing, let alone concealment, he slides out of the room. He heads to the restroom, I had better go in a stall where I can't be seen and maybe put these pistols into my backpack; if and when the police arrive, I don't want any trouble.

As he passes the spanish-language book section, he notices two older men going into the restroom. The ironic thought crosses his mind, I wonder if they are going in, as am I, for reasons other than nature's call. The thought doesn't linger as he looks around to see what other people are doing and to make sure that no one strange is following him.

Instinctively, with one dead body and all the commotion, his right hand reaches under his jacket and grabs the grip on his Smith & Wesson .44 as he left arm extends to push open the restroom door...
 
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