Exit 23

John takes the photo from Daunte's hand, studying the runes. Les Trieze Corbins? The Thirteen Crows? The name seems familiar to John, but, annoyingly, he can't quite remember why.

BJ quickly patches up Ben's arms, with the help of several large band-aids and some antiseptic cream taken from the first-aid kits. (Treat Injury: 12 + 10 - 2 = 20.) While not perfect, Ben's arms are no longer bleeding, and don't hurt as badly as before. (Ben recovers 4 hp, bringing him up to 10 hp.)

Drawing his revolver, with his torch in his other hand, Ben slowly edges out of the wash-room, closely followed by Nick. The park ranger peers around the doorway of the arcade, gun and flashlight panning across the now-silent machines. At the back of the room is a pool table, and in front of it, a cue lies on the floor. And just to the left of that, Ben spots a figure crouched down behind the "Jungle Terror" game...
 

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Thomas Hobbes said:
ooc: Looks like french, which John knows; Babelfish, however, yielded nothing. Can he read it, either with languages known or with the linguist talent.
Yup, it's French. I'm surprised that Babelfish didn't work, although that's probably just bad French on my part.
 

Jarval said:
Yup, it's French. I'm surprised that Babelfish didn't work, although that's probably just bad French on my part.

"Treize" is the proper spelling for the first word, but "Corbins" really should translate... blame AV for that one.
 

Jarval said:
The name seems familiar to John, but, annoyingly, he can't quite remember why.
ooc: Someone failed a knowledge: Arcana check. :D Time to make some more, if such is allowed.

IC: Seemingly oblivious to all around him, John eagerly leafs through the breifcase, abandoned by Daunte. The outside world is temporaily forgotten as he persues an interesting tidbit of knowledge. Who is Michel Galvin? What is the Hoffman Institute? And why (John stares at it for a moment, then decides he must have shaken it up) was the man focused on this snowglobe? He sits pondering that question for a moment, ignoring the others as they leave the bathroom with guns drawn.
 


Jarval said:
Drawing his revolver, with his torch in his other hand, Ben slowly edges out of the wash-room, closely followed by Nick. The park ranger peers around the doorway of the arcade, gun and flashlight panning across the now-silent machines. At the back of the room is a pool table, and in front of it, a cue lies on the floor. And just to the left of that, Ben spots a figure crouched down behind the "Jungle Terror" game...
When the beam from the flashlight sweeps across it, the crouched figure moans fearfully. "Get away from me, man, " whines the figure. "You ain't gonna stick me! I'm warnin' ya!!"

V
 

Daunte hefts the snowglobe in a cupped hand for a moment as he waits for the ranger to go check out the incident. There's no way he's risking life and limb for any glory, not at this point. Too many of the cases he's studied have ended badly in circumstances like this. Dwelling on those thoughts sends a jolt of adrenaline through his system - which in turn powers up his mouth again.

"So John, what line of work are you in? Any of this make any sense to you? Any of it at all? Because I have to say that I'm mostly baffled."
 

John tunes him out at first, but then jerks his head up. "Sorry, come again?" He turns back to the papers. "I work at the University, in the Mythology department." It's been a while since he's been anywhere were "the university" wasn't a sufficient description. "And some of this seems awfully familiar, somehow." He tosses the photograph with the runes aside, in Duante's direction. "'The Thirteen Crows.' I know I've heard that somewhere before...."
 

Nick sighs with relief and looks to Ben. "Well, at least it isn't another wolf monster." He looks back to the crouched guy. "Come on out, buddy, we aren't here to hurt you."
 


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