Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Gomez]

"We wanted to tell you incase you wanted to search N'Kwane's shop further, or watch the address I provided him, in case any thugs show up to retreive 'Elias's notes', as well as to ask how you would like us to proceed, if at all."

Lt. Poole seems to think over what you have told him. "Give me the address to this shop and I will go check it out. As for the false address, I will have a couple of my men watch it tonight and see if anything happens there. I want to warn you though. This is a police matter. While I appreciate your help, it is best that you let me handle this matter. Several people have died at the hands of these murderers, I don't want to have to identify your bodies on a slab down at the morgue. Do you understand me?"

 

[Ashy]

Charles, who has been poilshing his glasses feverishly the entire time, nods rapidly at Lt. Poole's words. "Oh...y-yes sir! We understand completely!"

 

[Gomez]

William harrumphs to himself, deep in thought. Then he looks up, having thought of something. He pushes his glasses back on his nose from where they have slipped down. "Mr. Kensington," he says, "I was wondering if you or anyone else here might have some record of Jackson's movements in the last few days. If not, well, we can try the police, perhaps they've found something. Just seems to me that if Jackson was told that his book couldn't be found, but the information was elsewhere, that maybe he had begun searching for the other books. And if we find the books, we can get some idea of what his theories were."

"I really don't have any idea of Elias' movements since he came into town, other than the time he arrived here to drop of his notes." says Kensington. He looks around the crowded office and at each person there. "Jackson was a dear friend and what has happened to him is dreadful. And from what you are saying, these people have done this before. I know that we are not the police but I want to find out why this happened and who is responsible. So what I want to know is what are we going to do about it. Do we let the police handle it or do we try and find out ourselves? If Jackson's last notes are to believed something strange and terrible has been set in motion and I think his curiosity got him killed. If you are willing to look into this mystery, I will lend you any support that you might need, financal or otherwise. So what do you say?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

Charles, who has been poilshing his glasses feverishly the entire time, nods rapidly at Lt. Poole's words. "Oh...y-yes sir! We understand completely!"

Jibril also nods, though a bit more reservedly. "You will have aid with you when you visit the JuJu House? Mr. N'Kwane will present no danger, but there may be others there besides him..."

 

[Gomez]

Jibril also nods, though a bit more reservedly. "You will have aid with you when you visit the JuJu House? Mr. N'Kwane will present no danger, but there may be others there besides him..."

Lt. Poole laughs. "Thank you for you concern but I will fine thank you. Now if there isn't anything else I need to finish these reports."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"If you are willing to look into this mystery, I will lend you any support that you might need, financal or otherwise. So what do you say?"

"Well, what do you say, friends?" William asks of the others. "Should we follow in Jackson's footsteps and hope to avoid his fate, or let the police handle the matter?" Then, "I think we should head to London, as long as Kensington here's willing to foot the bill. Check out this hotel and this Penhew Foundation. Who knows, maybe I'll put this in my next book and let Prospero House publish it."

 

[yangnome]

"Thank you for your time Lt. I assure you, we won't be getting in the way of everything. We just wish to see an end to these sensless murders as much as you do. Have a good evening."

With that, the priest turns and leaves the office.

 

[Vendetta]

Prospero House

"Do we know of any other contacts Mr. Elias might have had here or anyone he might have spoken to?" Jack asks as he reads the notes.

 

[Maerdwyn]

As the three of them leave the building, Jibril asks, "Well then, shall we go to Prospero House to tell our Friends what we have found?"

 

[Ashy]

Charles perches his glasses back on the bridge of his nose delicately and nods. "That sounds like a capital idea." He pauses for a moment, biting his bottom lip slightly and then adds, "Does anyone else get the distinct impression that Lt. Poole is not taking this as seriously as perhaps he should?"