Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)

[Vendetta]

Jack doesn't say anything yet, prefering to watch Mr. Mahoney and get a feel for the man while the others question him. His time for questions will come soon enough.

 

[Gomez]

"If'n your friend of Elias, what be your names? I would like to know who I am talkn' too." says Mahoney as he chews on a unlit cigar.

Jack - [sblock]Mahoney seems to be sizing the group up at the moment. It appears to be a bit suspicious of your group.[/sblock]

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril steps to the fore, and introduces himself. "My name is Jibril ibn al-Qurayshi, Mr. Mahoney. Jackson had purchased several of my paintings, and taken me under his wing a bit in New York. All of us have been investigating our friend's death." He then steps to the side, allowing others to make their introductions.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"How rude of me," says William, extending his hand. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Mahoney. William Llewellyn-Phelps, of Wales."

 

[yangnome]

Father O'Malley steps forward and offers his hand as well, "Father Sean O'Malley. Pleased to meet you Mr. Mahoney." Father O'Malley then steps aside to allow the others to introduce themselves. He, like Jack isn't interested in asking or answering questions at teh moment, but is casually examining Mahoney's responses and behavior.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Miriam LeGou, Seer of Great Things of the Unknown," Miriam says pompusly, then gives an amused smile. "Otherwise known as a batty old woman who gossips a lot."

 

[Vendetta]

Jack laughs. "She beat me to the punch." He says taking a drag on his smoke before putting it out and looking for an ash trey. "Name's Jack Chance." He extends his hand to shake.

 

[Ashy]

Charles waits for his turn, extends his hand and then says, "Charles Whitford", he smiles simply.

 

[Gomez]

He shakes the men’s' hands and tips his cigar to Miriam. "Well I am Mickey Mahoney. I run this train wreck of a magazine!" he says with a chuckle. "So you’re looking into to Elias' death then. Someone needs to. Jackson was a fine chap and a good friend. How can I help?"

 

[Gomez]

Mr. Mahoney bumps into the printing press as he pulls up a chair.