Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1.5 (New York City)


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William perks up in the middle of Jibril's statement and speaks once the artist is done. "If those things bore the same symbol as Jackson... do you think that may mean... Jackson is now one of those things?"
 

Jibril blanches at the thought, but wills himself to put it out of his mind. "I do not think so, William. There were other victims with that symbol carved on their heads before Jackson, and Poole didn't imply there was anything out of the ordinary about those corpses. If all it took was the symbol, I suspect there would be a lot more of those zombies around." Jibril glances about, making sure Charles is either still fainted ir otherwise out of earshot, then coninues, "No, it it is a guess, and I hope you excuse me for making it, but I think the process or creating one of those things probably involves some sort of ritual. The type of ritual that perhaps you were being spared to participate in later on this night, had we not escaped, en shahallah, allahul-akbar."
 

upon hearing the retelling of the night's events, Jack becomes jittery... drags down his smoke to the butt in an exaggerated and rediculously long puff. He then pours himself another drink, pounds it and pours another, which he brings back to the table with him.
 

*Miriam gasps at the thought of undead, and actually clutches at her chest for a moment as her heart skips and beat and she forgets to breathe. Taking in air again, she leans against the table, her face white.*

"In the name of... how? How did you escape? Did the bullets stop them? And if someone else was trapped in that terrible place... If I had known what happened I could have warned the police somehow, at least told them that they had... I don't know, perhaps some kind of hired muscle... I wouldn't know what else to say... did they even have muscles?" Miriam asks, stifling a burst of hysterical laughter. Wrenching herself back under control, she twists the straps of her handbag a moment to calm herself. "I'm sorry to even ask, but did you get the knife? I know it was the last thing you were thinking about..." she asks apologetically.
 

"I'm sorry, my mind was shaken when we left tha place - I could not even think about the things to tell you then. But the police will know there is muscle there - and telling them that some of it was dead, would they have belived you anyway? I don't know." He looks longingly at Jack's drink, but sticks with his water.
 


Charles finally comes to, and looks slightly woozy. He pours himself a glass of lemonaide to calm his nerves and then looks to Jibril. "I...I think I misheard you, my friend. What...what did you say again?"

After Jibril repeats his tale, Charles asks the others their versions as well...
 

"Goodness gracious... My friends, I have a proposal. I rather think I would fear for my life if I had to stay in New York for much longer. For if they are able to... to... make the dead walk, who knows what they might to do get their revenge on us? Many of our clues were leading us abroad, and I rather think this would be a delightful time to get out of the country. London, I hear, is particularly nice this time of year," Miriam says tightly.
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Goodness gracious... My friends, I have a proposal. I rather think I would fear for my life if I had to stay in New York for much longer. For if they are able to... to... make the dead walk, who knows what they might to do get their revenge on us? Many of our clues were leading us abroad, and I rather think this would be a delightful time to get out of the country. London, I hear, is particularly nice this time of year," Miriam says tightly.

OOC: The G.M. chuckles quietly to himself. :D
 

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