Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Shapermc]

Shorty shakes his head as if to say no, and makes a hand jesture to keep his brother quiet. "We need to get more information first, see. Then..." Shorty grins from ear to ear after that.

 

[Krug]

Thomas looks at the blade. "So who's been buying that knife over there?" He asks the propietor.

 

[Yellow Sign]

The man looks over to where Thomas is pointing and smiles. "The pranga? It's just a display weapon modeled after a east african bush knife. I don't believe I have sold one in several weeks. If you want it? It is only $7.50."

 

[Krug]

"And do you remember the buyer?" says Thomas. He lifts the blade out and runs his finger along the edge. He gives it a few swings.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Joe walks closer to the old man. "East African Tribal Masks huh? Can you describe the specific ones that Mr. Elias was looking for or tell me a little about them?"

 

[Yellow Sign]

The shop owner looks at Thomas with a lopsided grin. "I believe it was a rich white women who bought the Pranga. Something about decorating her husband's study." He then turns to answer the Father. "I believe Mr. Elias was looking for Masi fertility masks. I told him that we didn't carry them usually but that I would see if I could get some for him. May I ask why you are curious about masks and pranga?"
The bell attached to the front door jiggles as two young black men enter. The man behind the counter give what you think is a greeting in a african language. The men talk for a minute. You have a feeling that they are talking about you. One of the young men looks you over then he laughs and leaves. The other sits by the door and pulls out a piece of wood in which he starts to carve what looks like a giraffe with a hunting knife.

 

[Krug]

Thomas presses the question, "And which rich white woman? Must have left an impression. White woman generally don't buy knives unless they need to settle... family disagreements."

Thomas lets the others settle with the black men.

 

[Yellow Sign]

"I really couldn't tell you her name. We do get several white customers like yourself. And it has been several weeks."

 

[Krug]

"All right," says Thomas. He doesn't pursue tha matter. He puts the parang back.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish looked nervously at the man with the knife, again his trigger finger itched. His mood wasn't helped earlier when it appeared as though they were laughing at him and his friends.

"Shorty, I dusn't like this one bit," he says, fingers twitching slightly.