Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Gomez]

"Oh, one more thing. If we wanted to get in touch with Mr Singh sometime in the future if Mr N'kwane isn't able to help us, would you be able ot put us in contact with him?"

"Sure, I have an address that you can contact him at if you need."

 

[yangnome]

"An address? That'd be great.." Father O'Malley turns back around, waiting for the man to get the address for him.

Assuming he will get up and head towards an office, Father O'Malley will follow in tow, making small talk. "So, you guys get allot of business in imports/exports?, What other countries do you regularly deal with," etc.

 

[Gomez]

"An address? That'd be great.." Father O'Malley turns back around, waiting for the man to get the address for him.

Assuming he will get up and head towards an office, Father O'Malley will follow in tow, making small talk. "So, you guys get allot of business in imports/exports?, What other countries do you regularly deal with," etc.

Looking through his ledger, Mr. Emerson writes down a address and hands it to Father O'Malley.

Ahja Singh
135-B Moi Avenue
Mombasa, Kenya

"We do alot business with several european countries and Africa." he then looks up at Father O'Malley with a thoughtful look on his face. "Why are you so interested in my business by the way?"

 

[deadestdai]

Uly' stands and listens silently behind the others with both hands upon his cane waiting to be noticed.....

 

[Vendetta]

Prospero House
He leaves is door open so those inside can hear and see what’s going on. Jonah walks up to Jack. "Hello, I am Jonah Kensington. Do you need something?"

Jack extends his hand to Mr. Kensington. Sure, Jack would rather have been cleaned up and sober doing this but it wasn't a thought he worried about. Other's might have wished they'd have waited until they sobered up or at least got themselves cleaned up. But not Jack. Perhaps he just didn't care what people thought of him, or maybe he thought those stiff reactions he often got were amusing... all that mattered right now was Mr. Kensington and that small group of people sitting in the office he just came out of.

"Good day, Mr. Kensington," Jack begins, eyes locking on Jonah Kensington after a quick glance into that office to take in as much as he could. Sometimes all you got was a glace and as a detective, he'd learned to make the most of it. "M'name's Jack Chance and I saw the article in the morning paper regarding Mr. Jackson Elias. Terrible. Terrible." He finishes, watching the man closely to gauge the reactions.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Miriam looks at the letter carefully, disturbed by the strange words, but something catches her eye.*

"Psychiastrist's files... Carlyle's dreams," she whispers to herself, and then suddenly has a flashback to her reading. "Dr. Hudson!"

 

[Gomez]

"Good day, Mr. Kensington," Jack begins, eyes locking on Jonah Kensington after a quick glance into that office to take in as much as he could. Sometimes all you got was a glace and as a detective, he'd learned to make the most of it. "M'name's Jack Chance and I saw the article in the morning paper regarding Mr. Jackson Elias. Terrible. Terrible." He finishes, watching the man closely to gauge the reactions.

"Yes, it is indeed a terrible. But what do you have to do with Mr. Elias?" says Kensington. Jack sees that the other man in his office, is intently watching your conversation with Mr. Kensington. There is also a middle aged woman in there but she seems to be engrossed in a letter that she is reading. You are suddenly aware of the man you almost ran outside is now behind you and he seems to be taking in what is going on too.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Looking through his ledger, Mr. Emerson writes down a address and hands it to Father O'Malley.

Ahja Singh
135-B Moi Avenue
Mombasa, Kenya

"We do alot business with several european countries and Africa." he then looks up at Father O'Malley with a thoughtful look on his face. "Why are you so interested in my business by the way?"

Jibril smiles, "We do not mean to pry, sir, and we appreciate your time greatly. We have no intention of copeting with your business, of that we can guarantee you. However, we are in the beginning stages of a venture that may bring us into contact with people like Mr. N'Kwane, and perhaps Mr. Singh. It would be quite helpful if you could gove us any insights you have into their characters, or business practices. On cannot be too careful about when deciding who one should do business with, after all."

 

[Gomez]

Jibril smiles, "We do not mean to pry, sir, and we appreciate your time greatly. We have no intention of copeting with your business, of that we can guarantee you. However, we are in the beginning stages of a venture that may bring us into contact with people like Mr. N'Kwane, and perhaps Mr. Singh. It would be quite helpful if you could gove us any insights you have into their characters, or business practices. On cannot be too careful about when deciding who one should do business with, after all."

Mr. Emerson looks you over and then gives out a short laugh. "Well, if you cannot trust a priest who can you trust? Like I said I have never met Mr. Singh. As for Mr. N'Kwane, he is a darky foreigner and bad to boot!" He then looks at Jibril and says. "No offense to you of coarse."

 

[Ashy]

Mr. Emerson looks you over and then gives out a short laugh. "Well, if you cannot trust a priest who can you trust? Like I said I have never met Mr. Singh. As for Mr. N'Kwane, he is a darky foreigner and bad to boot!" He then looks at Jibril and says. "No offense to you of coarse."

"Bad, you say?", Charles arches his left brow as he stands alongside the Father. "What ever do you mean?"