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Robert:
Robert finds himself once again in that same place that seems to have him trapped for all of these years. No not boot camp or the fronts of the war but that other type of hell class. If it weren't for the fact that he had so much money they would have probably thrown him out by now, but as they say in these times money has a way of being very very persuasive. It still doesn't help though with the teachers. Robert still has to learn the material to get his degree. And as they say third time around is the charm. Or was this the fifth. Still it didn't matter the professor was busy talking about some type of ancient civilization and its impact on the ancient world and time beyond. What did this matter all he cared about was earth science. But they made him take this class and he had to pass it eventually. Then all of a sudden he hears his name and is jolted back into reality.
Professor: Mr. Pavin can you please tell me what civilization was responsible for the fall of the Roman empire.
OOC: Its an history roll d100 lower than base score = success
Devon Kyle a name renowned for his work over in Europe covering the war. Now you find yourself in the lounge area of the Drake Hotel in downtown Chicago. Accross from you sits an associate of yours slowly drinking his bourbon in hand his name is William Stevens. This is a meeting of friends. You have been brought into the area to meet with a few people talk business and possible see about a new location deployment. But now its more of a time for relaxation.
William: So Devon show me some of your recent work. Last I had heard they had sent you to Europe to take some photos of the clean up effort from the war. Anything interesting?
Robert responds a moment later, "Cleopatra convinced Mark Antony to assist her in conquering East Rome, with the intentions of ruling the vast land as Empress of the World. But then an asp spider bit her, and Antony followed her." Something doesn't sound right about that. Oh yeah, it was an asp snake! "Wait no, an asp snake bit her." He fights down the urge to yawn. Why do people care so much about who did what all those years ago anyway. It's not like we're going back to that time period. The world today though, is always morphing and changing with things yet to find... Already he was starting to float away again.
Investegator Name: Devon Kyle
Occupation: Photojournalist
Sex: M
Nationality: New York, NY
Age: 36
Birthplace: Boston, MA
Colleges, Degrees: Emerson College, Journalism
Mental Disorders:
Str: 13
Dex: 6
Int: 13
Con: 11
App: 11
Pow: 12
Siz: 13
San: 60
Edu: 12 (+20 to age 16 (10 base EDU +6) giving me an additional +2)
Idea: 65
Luck: 60
Know: 60
99-Cthulhu Mythos: 99
Damage Bonus: 0
Sanity Points: 52
Magic Points: 12
Hit Points: 9/12
Devon grunted. "There's some scary ☺☺☺☺, man, but I got a few good shots." He produced a few shots of a city in ruins, insurgency, but a few shots of military benevolence...a soldier holding a child's hand, locals rebuilding a church.
Professor: Well at least it appears that this time your paying some attention. But what you speak of was not their downfall. If you would all turn to page 124....
The professors voice begins to drone on. All the while you really don't quite care. Who really does care about ancient history. Its not like it does anything for the present right? Anyway there were more important things to think about at this moment. Certain valuable things. The war had been fortunate for Robert. The things he was able to collect in that small german town he and his colluges had passed through were astounding. The germans were hording everything and the peices he found spanned quite a period of time from the looks of them. But everything needed identification first. Maybe thats why he was so apprehensive about later. His meeting with Devon was to be quite eventful. The familiar sound of books being cleaned up brings him back into reality.
Devon:
William: Sheesh what counties will do in the name of their ideals. At least you got some good shots though. These pictures should fetch some coin from the bleeding heart newspapers in this city. So I have to ask while you were there did you actually get into the action at all? Get to kill some of those German skum?
You figured this question was coming. Everyone wanted to hear if all you did was spectate. Of course thats all you did. You were no fighter but everyone has to ask. The company you were assigned to was a balloonist company. They never were front line but from time to time they were shelled by artillery.
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Devon gave William a slight sneer. "Lover, not a fighter. I was with the troops for some fights, but I was mostly kept under wraps. I doubt they wanted me to find any of the bad stuff." He said with a slight shrug.
Oh god finally, I can get out of here. With a passing nod and goodbye to the professor, he slips out the door. The faint call of 'homework!' fades quickly from mind. Robert checks his watch to see how much time he has before Devon comes to scope out the paintings and sighs. "Dammit. If it isn't school, it's something else. I hope this stuff is worth enough for another semester or two."
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You arn't meeting Devon until this afternoon so you have quite a bit of time. The rest of your schedule though is pretty open leaving you free to do whatever it is that you would enjoy.
As you stumble out of class you see a familiar face. Its one of your buddies from when you were over there. Oddly enough he's in uniform. You don't remember any ROTC events or anything so this is somewhat odd. Granted that might also be because he serves as your captain's errand boy. You kinda feel like brushing him off until he starts to call for you.
Hey Robert. ROBERT over here. I've got something for you.
He seems set on getting your attention even if you wanted to ignore him.
Devon:
William: Oh come on don't give me that whole your a lover not a fighter bit. I happen to know you better than that by now. You had to see something worth telling a tale about.
William as usual you know. This is just how he is. Never wanting to accept something for being boring. He himself was in the meatpacking industry. Managed a plant or two in the famed Chicago meat processing districts. He had invited you along a time or two but knowing better you humbly declined.
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"Aside from nearly getting shelled once or twice, nothing. Uncle Sam's not keen on having to scrape a photographer off a battlefield and send him home in a coffee tin." Devon replied with another noncommittal shrug.
William: Fine have it your way. You never want to embellish a story. So if you don't mind me asking what brings you to Chicago. I'm not used to seeing you state side any more.
William makes to continue talking until he is interrupted by some sudden shouting.
DOOM IS UPON US. THE SKY DARKENS AND WE WILL ALL FALL. THEY WILL CLAIM US ONE BY ONE.
Evidently a crazy man has found his way into the lobby. He rushes up to the place you are sitting while avoiding hotel staff members looks you straight in the eyes and yells.
YOU BEAR HIS CURSED MARK. ILL FATE SHALL BEFALL YOU.
And with that someone from the staff finally is able to detain him and drag him back out from whence he came all the while he howls as a harbinger of doom.
Robert:
Steve: ROBERT i'm so glad I found you. The captain told me to give you this. He hands you an envelope that is pretty beat up and from the looks of it been noticeably opened. Sorry about it being beat up I dropped in in the mud on the way here. Anyway I got to get going. Captain's shoes won't shine themselves.
He begins to stumble off. Kiss ass.....
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Devon shook his head at the crazed man. "Gotta wonder what goes so wrong in some people..." He murmurs "Yeah, I'm here for a meeting with the editors of the Boston Globe...see if I can get a good price."
Sonuva***** butting into my buisiness Disgusted at Steve for opening a sealed letter, Robert pulls out the message and reads it while leaning against a wall.
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One of the staff members approaches you ask you speak.
Staff: Sorry about that sir I hope he did not cause you any trouble. How about a refill of your drinks on the house.
Willaim: Of course we will have another drink. Scotch for me and my friend here.
Staff: Certainly and I again apologize for that inconvenience. The madness of some in this city.
The staff member goes off and William responds to your comment from before.
William: Really i'm surprised that one of the local papers hasn't tried to get their hands on some of your work. But, then again your work isn't that good...
As you open the letter you find that it doesn't say much. Heck it actually almost says nothing. The captain is telling you that you need come see him shortly. Stranger is that he has given you a set of numbers and a simple message to research these before coming to see him (OOC: You will need to make a know roll). Other than that there is a time that is quite close to your meeting with Devon. Evidently your day got a little busier.
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William: I'd like to correct you that those pictures of my thumb are quite magnificent. They even taken into account the grandeur of my essence. Anyway I'm sure they they will go over just fine. So moving away from work has a lady yet found their way into your heart. Or as usual is your work your lady.
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I'm not going to have much time for chatting when Devon comes over. Could be a good thing, depending on the man. Try as he might, he can't make ends or tails of the numbers. Going to be class all over again this evening.
OOC: haha, oh wow.
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William: Well one day Devon the right woman will walk though that door and knock you off your feet. But until then a little fun now and then never hurts.
With that the conversation continues for a bit longer as it typically does between old friends and then William looks down at his watch.
William: Well Devon I have to go. Meat won't butcher itself you know and those dam unions. Now you take care ok.
OOC: at least you are getting these over with now hopefully.
Your still not sure what the numbers might mean or have any clue if there was somewhere that you might be able to go to figure it out. So you find that for now you need to just fold up the note and possibly go to the library. Maybe that place will wake up your mind as it currently seems dull and uninterested in working with you.
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Drink now finished Devon begins to make his way towards the elevator. As the doors begin to open your greeted almost immediately by a friendly looking dark skinned fellow.
Man: Afternoon misster Kyle. Up to your room before business time?
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Robert:
Robert finds himself once again in that same place that seems to have him trapped for all of these years. No not boot camp or the fronts of the war but that other type of hell class. If it weren't for the fact that he had so much money they would have probably thrown him out by now, but as they say in these times money has a way of being very very persuasive. It still doesn't help though with the teachers. Robert still has to learn the material to get his degree. And as they say third time around is the charm. Or was this the fifth. Still it didn't matter the professor was busy talking about some type of ancient civilization and its impact on the ancient world and time beyond. What did this matter all he cared about was earth science. But they made him take this class and he had to pass it eventually. Then all of a sudden he hears his name and is jolted back into reality.
Professor: Mr. Pavin can you please tell me what civilization was responsible for the fall of the Roman empire.
OOC: Its an history roll d100 lower than base score = success
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Devon:
Devon Kyle a name renowned for his work over in Europe covering the war. Now you find yourself in the lounge area of the Drake Hotel in downtown Chicago. Accross from you sits an associate of yours slowly drinking his bourbon in hand his name is William Stevens. This is a meeting of friends. You have been brought into the area to meet with a few people talk business and possible see about a new location deployment. But now its more of a time for relaxation.
William: So Devon show me some of your recent work. Last I had heard they had sent you to Europe to take some photos of the clean up effort from the war. Anything interesting?
History vs 20
Robert responds a moment later, "Cleopatra convinced Mark Antony to assist her in conquering East Rome, with the intentions of ruling the vast land as Empress of the World. But then an asp spider bit her, and Antony followed her." Something doesn't sound right about that. Oh yeah, it was an asp snake! "Wait no, an asp snake bit her." He fights down the urge to yawn. Why do people care so much about who did what all those years ago anyway. It's not like we're going back to that time period. The world today though, is always morphing and changing with things yet to find... Already he was starting to float away again.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Investegator Name: Devon Kyle
Occupation: Photojournalist
Sex: M
Nationality: New York, NY
Age: 36
Birthplace: Boston, MA
Colleges, Degrees: Emerson College, Journalism
Mental Disorders:
Str: 13
Dex: 6
Int: 13
Con: 11
App: 11
Pow: 12
Siz: 13
San: 60
Edu: 12 (+20 to age 16 (10 base EDU +6) giving me an additional +2)
Idea: 65
Luck: 60
Know: 60
99-Cthulhu Mythos: 99
Damage Bonus: 0
Sanity Points: 52
Magic Points: 12
Hit Points: 9/12
(Base score in brakets)
Accounting (10%): 10
Anthropology (01%): 21 (+20)
Archaeology (01%): 1
Art (05%): 5
Astronomy (01%): 1
Bargain (05%): 5
Biology (01%): 1
Block (12%): 12
Chemistry (01%): 1
Climb (40%): 40
Conceal (15%): 15
Credit Rating (15%): 15
Cthulhu Mythos (00): 00
Disguise (01%): 1
Dodge (Dex x2): 22 (+10)
Drive Auto (20%): 20
Electrical Repair (10%): 10
Fast Talk (05%): 30 (+25)
First Aid (30%): 30
Geology (01%): 1
Hide (10%): 10
History (20%): 30 (+10)
Jump (25%): 25
Law (05%): 5
Library Use (25%): 35 (+10)
Listen (25%): 25
Locksmith (01%): 1
Martial Arts (01%): 21 (+20)
Mechanical Repair (20%): 20
Medicine (05%): 30 (+25)
Natural History (10%): 10
Navigate (10%): 10
Occult (05%): 5
Operate Hvy. Machine (01%): 1
Other Language (French) (01%): 36 (+35)
Own Language (60%): 80 (+20)
Persuade (15%): 40 (+25)
Photography (10%): 60 (+50)
Pilot (01%): 1
Psychoanalysis (01%): 1
Psychology (05%): 35 (+30)
Ride (05%): 5
Sneak (10%): 20 (+10)
Spot Hidden (25%): 45 (+20)
Swim (25%): 25
Throw (25%): 25
Track (10%):10
Axe (20%): 20
Blackjack (40%): 40
Club (25%): 55 (+30)
Knife (25%): 35 (+10)
Sabre (15%): 15
Sword (20%): 20
Handgun (20%): 40 (+20)
Machine Gun (15%): 15
Rifle (25%): 25
Shotgun (30%): 30
Submaching Gun (15%):
Fist/Punch (50%): 50
Head Butt (10%): 10
Kick (25%): 25
Grapple (25%): 25
Devon grunted. "There's some scary ☺☺☺☺, man, but I got a few good shots." He produced a few shots of a city in ruins, insurgency, but a few shots of military benevolence...a soldier holding a child's hand, locals rebuilding a church.
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Professor: Well at least it appears that this time your paying some attention. But what you speak of was not their downfall. If you would all turn to page 124....
The professors voice begins to drone on. All the while you really don't quite care. Who really does care about ancient history. Its not like it does anything for the present right? Anyway there were more important things to think about at this moment. Certain valuable things. The war had been fortunate for Robert. The things he was able to collect in that small german town he and his colluges had passed through were astounding. The germans were hording everything and the peices he found spanned quite a period of time from the looks of them. But everything needed identification first. Maybe thats why he was so apprehensive about later. His meeting with Devon was to be quite eventful. The familiar sound of books being cleaned up brings him back into reality.
Devon:
William: Sheesh what counties will do in the name of their ideals. At least you got some good shots though. These pictures should fetch some coin from the bleeding heart newspapers in this city. So I have to ask while you were there did you actually get into the action at all? Get to kill some of those German skum?
You figured this question was coming. Everyone wanted to hear if all you did was spectate. Of course thats all you did. You were no fighter but everyone has to ask. The company you were assigned to was a balloonist company. They never were front line but from time to time they were shelled by artillery.
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RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
You arn't meeting Devon until this afternoon so you have quite a bit of time. The rest of your schedule though is pretty open leaving you free to do whatever it is that you would enjoy.
As you stumble out of class you see a familiar face. Its one of your buddies from when you were over there. Oddly enough he's in uniform. You don't remember any ROTC events or anything so this is somewhat odd. Granted that might also be because he serves as your captain's errand boy. You kinda feel like brushing him off until he starts to call for you.
Hey Robert. ROBERT over here. I've got something for you.
He seems set on getting your attention even if you wanted to ignore him.
Devon:
William: Oh come on don't give me that whole your a lover not a fighter bit. I happen to know you better than that by now. You had to see something worth telling a tale about.
William as usual you know. This is just how he is. Never wanting to accept something for being boring. He himself was in the meatpacking industry. Managed a plant or two in the famed Chicago meat processing districts. He had invited you along a time or two but knowing better you humbly declined.
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RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
William: Fine have it your way. You never want to embellish a story. So if you don't mind me asking what brings you to Chicago. I'm not used to seeing you state side any more.
William makes to continue talking until he is interrupted by some sudden shouting.
DOOM IS UPON US. THE SKY DARKENS AND WE WILL ALL FALL. THEY WILL CLAIM US ONE BY ONE.
Evidently a crazy man has found his way into the lobby. He rushes up to the place you are sitting while avoiding hotel staff members looks you straight in the eyes and yells.
YOU BEAR HIS CURSED MARK. ILL FATE SHALL BEFALL YOU.
And with that someone from the staff finally is able to detain him and drag him back out from whence he came all the while he howls as a harbinger of doom.
Robert:
Steve: ROBERT i'm so glad I found you. The captain told me to give you this. He hands you an envelope that is pretty beat up and from the looks of it been noticeably opened. Sorry about it being beat up I dropped in in the mud on the way here. Anyway I got to get going. Captain's shoes won't shine themselves.
He begins to stumble off. Kiss ass.....
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
One of the staff members approaches you ask you speak.
Staff: Sorry about that sir I hope he did not cause you any trouble. How about a refill of your drinks on the house.
Willaim: Of course we will have another drink. Scotch for me and my friend here.
Staff: Certainly and I again apologize for that inconvenience. The madness of some in this city.
The staff member goes off and William responds to your comment from before.
William: Really i'm surprised that one of the local papers hasn't tried to get their hands on some of your work. But, then again your work isn't that good...
You can tell he is jesting.
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Robert:
As you open the letter you find that it doesn't say much. Heck it actually almost says nothing. The captain is telling you that you need come see him shortly. Stranger is that he has given you a set of numbers and a simple message to research these before coming to see him (OOC: You will need to make a know roll). Other than that there is a time that is quite close to your meeting with Devon. Evidently your day got a little busier.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
William: I'd like to correct you that those pictures of my thumb are quite magnificent. They even taken into account the grandeur of my essence. Anyway I'm sure they they will go over just fine. So moving away from work has a lady yet found their way into your heart. Or as usual is your work your lady.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
I'm not going to have much time for chatting when Devon comes over. Could be a good thing, depending on the man. Try as he might, he can't make ends or tails of the numbers. Going to be class all over again this evening.
OOC: haha, oh wow.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
William: Well one day Devon the right woman will walk though that door and knock you off your feet. But until then a little fun now and then never hurts.
With that the conversation continues for a bit longer as it typically does between old friends and then William looks down at his watch.
William: Well Devon I have to go. Meat won't butcher itself you know and those dam unions. Now you take care ok.
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Robert:
Idea roll please.
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Robert tries to scrounge his memory for anything he could about this series of numbers.
OOC: And I'm off to a good start!
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
All jesting aside you friend leaves you alone with your drink.
OOC: So you have time to burn and things to do. Anything you wish to do before hand. I need not guide you always.
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Robert:
OOC: at least you are getting these over with now hopefully.
Your still not sure what the numbers might mean or have any clue if there was somewhere that you might be able to go to figure it out. So you find that for now you need to just fold up the note and possibly go to the library. Maybe that place will wake up your mind as it currently seems dull and uninterested in working with you.
Devon finishes his drink, and gets ready to head back to his hotel.
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OOC: Note that this is your hotel.
Drink now finished Devon begins to make his way towards the elevator. As the doors begin to open your greeted almost immediately by a friendly looking dark skinned fellow.
Man: Afternoon misster Kyle. Up to your room before business time?
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