Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril nods, the nerves he hasn't really felt over the last ten minutes catching up to him. He waves down a cab.

 

[Ashy]

Charles nods, patting Father O'Malley lightly on the back, "I must say that I am relieved to know that I am not the only one..." As soon as the cab arrives, Charles gets in, but he cannot help but to steal one last look at the Ju-Ju house as they depart...

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Where in South America and what makes you think its from there?" Jack asks again after the phone is handed off.

"I'm interested to know, as well," William says. "I believe Elias did spend some time among some tribes down in the Amazon. But I must say, the assassins looked African to me."

 

[Vendetta]

"I must admit that my knowledge of 'Death Cults' and African tribes don't exactly match my knowledge o' Baseball." Jack replies, "Has anyone done any research on them?"

 

[deadestdai]

No research, just eradicating the beasts. That was how Elias and I met, poor soul was being saught after by the wretches along the Amazon basin. Was all we could do to pull all of those blowdarts out of the ship's hull! As for the symbol, Uly' shrugs as he continues I merely mentioned it reminded me of the frightful images those savages in the rainforests would paint on their bodies and so forth. I've never seen this exact symbol anywhere.

 

[yangnome]

"I got in touch with the others, but couldn't contact Lt. Poole. Let's head over that way and maybe he'll be back in by then. If not, I can leave a note for him or pass on the information to another detective. I would like ot pass on the information we've found to him before these murderers try anything else."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I must admit that my knowledge of 'Death Cults' and African tribes don't exactly match my knowledge o' Baseball." Jack replies, "Has anyone done any research on them?"

"Other than Jackson, you mean?" Miriam asks sharply. "We must find out what he was looking for. It may be the only way to help solve Jackson's murder."

*Miriam worries the last words of Jackson Elias in her hand, consciously or unconsciouly searching for his state of mind, a clue, something as to why he wrote what he did...*

 

[Vendetta]

"Well, toots, right now I don't got a lot to go on. So, if ya know something, maybe ya oughtta spit it out." Jack says, wheeling on the lady.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"I got in touch with the others, but couldn't contact Lt. Poole. Let's head over that way and maybe he'll be back in by then. If not, I can leave a note for him or pass on the information to another detective. I would like ot pass on the information we've found to him before these murderers try anything else."

When they arrive at the police station, Jibril goes in with the other two, and attempts to deliver their information to Lt. Poole, or someone else working on the Elias case, also asking if there is some way to contact the Lieutenant at the present time, if he is not there presently.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Well, toots, right now I don't got a lot to go on. So, if ya know something, maybe ya oughtta spit it out." Jack says, wheeling on the lady.

"'Toots?'" Miriam says, leveling a scorn-filled glance at the young whippersnapper. "Show some respect for your elders." Miriam turns to talk to the others, turning her back on Jack. "I believe it will be necessary to attempt to locate the books or at least the information Jackson was looking for here. Mr. Kensington, could you possibly locate what information Jackson was looking for?"