Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Yellow Sign]

As Thomas steps up into the Ju Ju House he sees a body of a blackman laying by the open way. Two New York Police men have their guns out and are watching you carefully. He can see outside some more police and a couple of more bodies on the ground including a policemen. Upon hearing Father Joe call from down stairs one of the police men looks down and says. "Sweet Mother of Mary! There is a priest down there!" he thinks for a second and then says "Father please come out of there will you and anyone one else who is down there." The other officer holsters his gun and turns to Thomas. "What in the world is going on here mister!"

 

[Yellow Sign]

Evelyn and Guy grab a taxi and head to Harlem. They drive up to a choatic scene. Several police cars and two ambulances are parked infront of a dirty alleyway. You arrive just in time to see several handcuffed negroes being put in a paddywagon. What looks like four covered bodies lay on the sidewalk. Several police are questioning a group of men including a priest at the entrance to the alleyway.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Now's our chance," says Shorty, "Act incognito."

Hamish nods and they both put their weapons away.

"What about the voodoo stuff? Hamish asks.

"I was gettin' to that, Shorty replies, "Much as I'd like to leave it it might be useful. Bring it along, do the coat trick."

Hamish hands Shorty his pistol who conceals the second weapon under his jacket. Hamish then removes his jacket and wraps it around his arm a little loosely, then conceals whatever items he can within. Shorty folds up the cloak and tucks it into the back of his pants under his jacket. On the way out they follow the others and take care not to look directly at any of the police in the hopes none will recognise them.

 

[Yellow Sign]

[OOC: Festy can you run Shorty until Shapermc comes back? And what are you going to do with the leopard skin and it's contents?]

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: I'll edit my previous post to include Shorty and the voodoo gear. ]

[ooc: Done.]

 

[KitanaVorr]

Moving quickly, Evelyn straightened her clothes and pulled a pencil plus clean notebook out of her bag. She gave her body a little shake, letting everything fall into place before heading over to the group and flashing a winsome smile.

"Hello! I'm Evelyn Winslow from the New York Times...what happened here, Officer..." she read his name tag. "...Clarkson. A bit of gunplay?"

Her dark eyes rested on each of them men in turn, a bit of shrewdness lurking in their depths. Gun play, negroes, harlem, and catholic priest...it doesn't get to be better copy than this.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Reluctantly, Joe comes up out of the cellar. Seeing the police questioning Thomas, he remains quiet, waiting to see what story the Englishman will come up with.

Joe sticks close to Professor Carter, doing what he can to keep the man calm but he is fairly certain that the Professor is going to need some professional help after the events of this night.

 

[Krug]

Thomas stutters, not knowing where to start. "It.. a creature. A corpulent mass. A horror... dead men walking. It tried to kill us. Voodoo. It ties in to the murders a few days ago. Oh... Saints preserve us!"

"But... I must go down and ensure the horror is dead! Torches! I will bring you down, but say your prayers before you descend because it is the very gate of hell that we are entering!"

I love this game.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Evelyn arched a dark brow as she paused in mid-scribble. "What? Has he been drinking?" she asked his companions, a skeptical look on her face. "He sounds like a bad penny novel. Next thing you're going to tell me is some mysterious cult is after you with hatchets." She winked at Guy Randle with a slight snicker.

"Come on, boys. Stop it with the fairy tales. Where's the real news? Was this gang-related? Are you with the mob?" The tea and crumpet mob...

 

[Festy_Dog]

At the mention of the mob Hamish fiddles with his collar nervously before Shorty gives him a poke in the ribs with his elbow. Shorty is quick to switch on the charms though with the lady present.

"Watch the pro," he whispers to Hamish.

"Madam, we assure you that what we're sayin' is nuthin' but the truth. No connections to the mob neither," he flashes a brilliant smile and continues, "If you want proof its all in the basement. We brave gentlemen have faced the odds and come out only a little worse for wear, our dear friend may need a little looking after though for what we saw down there will likely haunt us until the end of our days."

Shorty tries to earn the attractive reporter's sympathy with the last statement, his mood changes into sadness and he looks away.

"Yep, nuthin to do with the mob," Hamish says nervously, shattering the atmosphere Shorty was trying to create.

Shorty scowls at his brother for a moment then looks back to the reporter with a lopsided smile and a shrug.