NSWRPF Archive The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

"I say, Ms Harker, would you happen to know much about the old tales of King Arthur and the Knighthood... Merlin and the others? I find it a charming piece of Britain."

Tag: Harker, and Ichabod(He didn't hear your talking.)

 

Mina Harker

She nodded as Frankenstein came up with a thought on explaining his ... 'condition'. "Well, Ms. Harker, I have heard of new medical techniques developed. Perhaps you could explain of your.. talents as being able to heal my neck... or something with some strange new development in technology."

Mina looked over, wondering if he was in jest. Well, she could explain the hardware...his color, would need some makeup in order to hide. That, and it would also help in hiding a few badly placed stitches. Perhaps it could work.

She was impressed when Ichabod Crane cleared his throat and stood erect, almost as if he were giving a speech. "Being a well-known educator, I know a few scholars in this area. I could head into town with Ms. Harker and, along the way, meet with some of them. Surely someone has information on this Dolittle fellow."

Mina nodded. "An excellent idea, Ichabod. They would no doubt feel more comfortable speaking to you, than to me, more than likely. We can both try."

Well, perhaps it would not be that bad after all. Her thoughts were interrupted by Frankenstein's comment.

"I say, Ms Harker, would you happen to know much about the old tales of King Arthur and the Knighthood... Merlin and the others? I find it a charming piece of Britain."

Mina smiled. "Why yes, I do know of it. I myself was a educator, and did teach several classes. Literature was one of my favorite subjects, and the subject of chivalry and honor, one of my favorite during my other classes." Mina gave him a nod. "Perhaps after we procure quarters, we can speak more about it."

Mina had an idea. But first, come down to my room. I can use some of my items to help you blend in a bit more...and not look quite so 'greenish'. Im sure by then, I can come up with a splendid tale for anyone who might ask."

Yes, this trip was getting more interesting by the moment.

TAG: Frankenstein, Ichabod, the Company

 

IC: Lone Ranger

*After gathering requisite supplies, Cassidy had nearly forgotten his own hardships and balked at the obvious whaling boat that they were to take back to America. Still, he had gone about getting settled aboard with nary a complaint.

Avoiding most of the other league members for most of the duration, he had busied himself in alternating rounds of combat re-training and attempting to link both professors, the time machine, and the former league. In between, he had gotten drunk, alternately by himself, with another league member, or with some of the ships crew.

The week had gone by rather speedily despite the cramped and less than ideal conditions. Cassidy had adjusted quickly and borne it well, and took a malicious silent pleasure in the weak stomach of Faust, and the badly concealed olfactory offense that Mina was enduring. If this was their threshold of the discomfort they could endure, then it would be a long miserable trip for them.

When Tarzan had made his call of landfall in an hour, he had quickly gotten himself and Comradi prepped for their departure. Aside from fresh clothing, Cassidys' main preparation was gathering equipment onto himself. Aside from his twin 7 shot revolvers, he slung his coach gun style shotgun onto his back, concealed by his long duster. Additionally, he hid his three derringers on his person in various positions, ensuring that even if his main guns were somehow taken away, he would not be without some form of ballistic equalization.

Emerging on deck, he pushed his hat down firmly on his head to keep it secure in the wind, but once again did not need his mask. It seemed that overcast skies followed this group everywhere.
Ambling over to where Tarzan was on deck, he simply crossed his arms and observed the boring little port town as it revealed itself more and more over the horizon. When he finally did speak, he leaned in conspiratorily towards Tarzan. He still did not trust a few members of this band, most of all the sole female member. There was still something about her that reminded him of a case he had taken not that long ago, when he had to face an evil malignant ancient form of non-life, the kind that seethed festered and grew in Europe, then somehow was released onto the Americans with nary a warning or chance to prepare.

"Ill keep my misgivings of arriving in a small port with this amount of notable individuals to myself for now, but I think we may lack the element of surprise once we arrive.

Once you are done interrogating the local fauna, would you do me the honor of perhaps meeting me at the local tavern? I have a feeling that the good doctors assistant will be there, and that they know more than we do, something vital no less."

*Cassidy bid Tarzan adieu for the moment, then went looking for another member of the league. While Cassidy was intimidating enough, some individuals needed a bit more persuasion, and he knew just who could do that.

Going below decks once more, he began searching for Frankenstein. He liked to think he had started to earn a bit of respect from him after his initial crass comment, plus his sheer size and visage alone would make even the most stubborn of individuals think twice before continuing that path. Knocking on doors and calling down halls, he meticulously searched the ship for the creature*

Tag: Tarzan, Frankenstein, Mina

 

IC: Ichabod Crane

Ichabod smiled. He was happy to hear that Mina felt it was a good idea for the two of them to "join forces". Then she had turned back to the Frankenstein monster.

Another shiver ran down Ichabod's spine as he looked at the green-skinned thing. Perhaps covering him up to make the creature look more...human...was the best idea of them all.

Ichabod grunted softly as his body shivered again from the sight of the frightening creature. He had to look away. This trip would certainly be an interesting one.

One would think that after his encounter with the Headless Horseman all those years ago, and escaping alive, he would have overcome those fears. But, no... Ichabod glanced at the other American. The cowboy. Ichabod admired his bravery and fearless nature. Ichabod only wished he could be that courageous.

TAG: Mina, Frankenstein, Lone Ranger, any others...

 

IC: Faust
In Town

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Faust took in the sights of the new world with a combination of relief from being off that godforsaken fishing vessel and bored apathy from the sheer monotony of the situation. Nothing quite matched the monotony of a supposedly new city he already knew, at least subconsciously, and this place was no exception. The view outside the carriage was really no better.

As for his companions, none of them were talking terribly much, which suited Faust's taste, save Holmes, who had apparently assumed de facto leadership of the group. Faust was fine with this as well, and could easily have sat there mulling over his own thoughts for hours on end. Invariably, though, his train of thought returned to the conversation he had had with Holmeswhile they were still aboard the ship.

[hr]
[i]The sea air was as salty as ever, Faust was as sick as ever, and the half-hour or so remaining until landing was taking entirely too long. And then the great Sherlock Holmes decided that he would like to actually ask about something, rather than simply deduce it. Faust supposed there was a first time for everything.

[b]"Your abilities regarding controlling demons is quite interesting. Tell me why do you glance at your watch so much no one needs to know the time all that much. I believe I would have figured it out eventually but my intrigue is to great. You seem quite frustrated whenever you look at it."[/b]

So he [u]had[/u] noticed the watch. How utterly predictable. "It's an ordinary watch, if that's what you're getting at," Faust replied, staring at the coast in the distance in an attempt to steady himself. "I just like to keep a record of how long I've been going. Modern medical science estimates the average lifespan at about 60-70 years for an adult male, you know. My time is rapidly running out."

He glanced at his watch again. [u]Much[/u] too rapidly. "And, thanks to my little bargain you mentioned, that's when I have to fulfill my end. In exchange for having that demon at my every whim, he gets to have my soul for all eternity." And Gretchen's soul, he added mentally. But he still wasn't ready to tell anyone about that. "It's an odd thing, knowing exactly what awaits you after the end. Does strange things to your outlook."

Faust added no more, despite any protests Holmes may have brought up.
[/i]
[hr]
Dwelling on the past again. His age was starting to show, mentally at least. Physically he was still the world's oldest twenty-two year old. Perhaps a change of pace was in order.

"So what exactly's this Dorian Gray fellow like? Or do we even know?" His name seemed to invoke a world-class dandy, but Faust generally kept his opinions to himself. Even if they were well-founded on some level.

[b]TAG:[/b] Holmes, Watson, Jekyll

 

Mina Harker

Mina nodded slowly. She noticed how poor Ichabod seemed to be unhappy around Frankenstein's presence. Perhaps things would get better as time progressed. She could not blame him, really. A few years ago, she herself probably would have fainted at the sight of him. But that time had passed long ago. Ichabod was definitely the most friendly of the group so far.

She also carefully noted that the other cowboy seemed a bit uncomfortable as well. Then again, he said very little. He was not a chatty person, like the others. He tended to be a loner. Nothing wrong with that. She herself liked to work alone, but she often found the some mysteries were better solved when many minds put together. She looked at the others.

"Well, whatever we do, we should not all disembark at the same time. Perhaps a few at a time, will not draw much attention." She nodded her head. "If you will excuse me..."

Mina gave another nod, and headed for her room. If Frankenstein agreed to her idea, she would help him try to blend in just a bit better before they left the ship. She thought of a story, that he was a patient, coming to the America's for his health perhaps? That might work. Then again, she didnt really care WHAT they thought. As long as he behaved, things should work well.

So she prepared to leave ship, gathering her equipment, and checking to see with the ships staff, if they knew the port well enough to tell her of a hotel or boring area that she could find rooms in. She couldnt wait to see what the woman here were like, for she had heard many stories, the 'wild west' and all of that fanciful stuff. But they were on the east cost, and the folks here should be much more civilized. At least she hoped so. It would make their search much easier. But since they were walking into an unknown, Mina knew she would have to be on guard. After all, if they made Dr. Doolittle dissapear, they might be on the lookout for others to come looking for him. And new faces in a small town, especially if she had heard correctly, to an affluent part of town, would be noticed quickly. Better to stay hidden in the unknown masses until they had a feel for the town.

But those fools above would not listen to her. And she had a feeling how things might possible go. Oh yes, much fun indeed.

Once she was finished, with her packing, she went looking again for Ichabod. It would be after the others had left probably. With luck, they should be able to make their way off ship without notice.

TAG: Frankenstein, Ichabod, The Party...

 

IC
Holmes shrugged when Faust was finished talking. "Frankly you amaze me Faust the rest of the League members I have figured out their powers and what they stood for. You are different your a challange. I actually respect you very much, you seem to be the hardest case to crack for me which is why I am asking you these questions. The things you are answering for me have already been figured out for everyone else. I like to know who I am dealing with." Sherlock said.

"So what exactly's this Dorian Gray fellow like? Or do we even know?" Fast asked.

Sherlick was about to answer when their was a loud chuckling laugh from the man at the carriage.

"You haven't heard of Dorian Gray? Where have you been the last 10 years hidin' under a rock?" Sherlock opened his mouth than closed. He should have been paying attention...

The driver of the carriage laughed. "Dorian Gray II one of the riches men in England. Lemme go over a little history so we can be sure you know it. Dorian the fist ammased this great fortune. Smart man wealthed all this money he was a man of morals before he was killed by a robber in Paris. 20 years later you have Darius Gray claims to be Dorian's eldest son had letters to prove it! HE inherited the fortune and used alot of it for gambling and womaniznig the like. He lost half of his fortune in one night. Another half the next! He gained all that money back and managed to triple it in 5 years! Drastically some people didn't like it very much and shot him to death. Poor fool thrown into the sea and never seen agian. Than Dorian II shows up claims he is Darius' younger brother. He's kept a low profile lately. No big gambling but he has helped a lot of charities and things. He has ammased a great fortune but is careful with his money. Oh ya might see him at a casino now and then but no big losses. What da ya want with him anyway? I haven't seen you fellers around before." The cabbie was quite confused and his employers would be also his bosses wouldn't take to foreigners their operations were to sensitive to that." You know what blokers just hop out here uh this is a ah dangerous part of the neighberhood we best not go any farther."

Sherlock had a feeling the man was lying but before he knew it they were all out on the street. Sherlock glared after the carriage.

"Well gents looks like were stuck here for the time being. The best thing we can do now is gather infromation." Sherlock replaced his hat on his head and sighed annoyed. Sherlock and the others soon decided that they would go back with Mina there was little use they could do and the people were quite rude.

Soon they approached the area and noticed Tarzan looking at hotelst with the others. "Any luck?" He asked.

Tag Tarzan and others.

 

VOLUME 1: Issue One

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen meet Dr. Dolittle and the Cult of Cthulhu.




IC: Tarzan

? Well, Cassidy see you there.? Tarzan said to the now departed cowboy. He looked around quickly, and stepped down to face his new comrades, and get into a suit. Tarzan sighed; he hated those things more than ANYOTHER evils civilization created. He looked to his left and saw Crane and Mina beginning to connect and smiled, it was far, far from what anyone in their right mind would call romantic. But simple friendship was more beautiful than love some times.

As Tarzan quickly grabbed a pitch black suit, and put his bowie knife under his pants and into its concealed holder, he looked up and towards the port, sniffing the air. Something?was off about town. VERY off. But as much as he rolled it around in his mind, he couldn?t finger what. As he finally finished applying the form fitting thing, Ishmael waddled over to the cabin door and knocked.

? I?ve got 3 hundred dollars for all of you?should be more than enough a hundred times over. If you want me?too bad, you punks will have to deal without seeing my face for two weeks. M still needs to pay me, and I ain?t doing this for free. I don?t do anything for honor anymore, life is much better now.? He said gruffly, putting the money down next to Mina's private quarters.

With in a few minutes, they had all left the ship carrying luggage?.and watched as Ishmael and seven other crew members carried down barrels and crates of fish and argue with a man with a large beer belly, and little over price. Obviously he was either in charge of the dock or a restaurant, or whatever.

Though it looked like Kingsport couldn?t afford any of those things, to say the least. Tarzan looked around amazed, it was fairly big?but the buildings looked turn of the previous century at best. Most looked older than that. Tarzan didn?t have a child, or a human childhood, so it took him awhile to place the settings around him properly and find the words for it, but this looked like it was out of a fairy tale. The buildings where all wooden, most of them still had the old elongated spire stature that Enlightenment Era buildings had. Tarzan knew not to expect light bulbed street light in a forgotten city, but candle lanterns? What about Kerosene lanterns. They had been around for more than hundred years now! Those things where used everywhere, even in the small village near his home in the Jungle.

Their dress was no better. While the bald fat man was wearing an apron littered with, god knows what it come from, black filth?everyone else wore form fitting tight, black outfits. Some where even wearing the old hats the pilgrims, early travelers, or puritans wore.
He looked to the left to him and saw an old tattered pub, entitled fittingly he thought, Kingsport?s Olde Pub. He saw people either stop to go in there, or stop and shake their heads in disapproval, like nuns who heard a particularly dirty word. On the other side of town, he saw a market place and it was surprisingly bustling with activity. People where all lined up to different stalls, checking out various tailor made clothes, or fruit from and other produce from a nearby farm. People seemed some extremely primal there, Tarzan thought, and not in a good way. He saw women pushing each other, people swearing and cursing at each other from no real reason, and even children stealing from stalls. A tall black man with curly hair, with a small scar across the bridge of his nose saw one of these children, sighed and swatted the child in the head with the back of his hand, forcing the child to drop the ham he had picked up and tried to shove underneath his shirt. Another child with wild red hair and freckles was being chased across the street by a female baker, holding a roller over her head like a club.

He looked over to his left and saw their Inn, simply dubbed Kingsport Quality Inn. The sign was hanging on its right side. Witch was

 

IC

"WE didn't come here to be invited." Sherlock said softly. "We are here to make this place better and to insure that those around us are safe. We are going to have to forget the chaos around us if only for the moment. Where do you think we should stay?" Sherlock asked.

Tag All

 

IC: Ichabod Crane

As the rest of the "extraordinary gentlemen" headed down to their rooms to gather their belongings, Ichabod did the same. Except he went a bit further into the boat to lead his horse Washington out on to the deck.

The mainland was rapidly approaching and Ichabod began loading his luggage on to the horse. There was no need to carry it if he had a horse to do the work for him. He fed a rope around Washington's saddle so that he could hang his belongings on either side of the horse, like saddlebags.

It seemed everyone was beginning to leave the boat and head toward town. Ichabod was ready. He was about to tighten and secure everything on the horse when he noticed Ms. Harker approaching. Oh, he thought. Perhaps I ought to put her bags on here too. He glanced back toward the horse and patted him on the side of his neck. "Greetings, Ms. Harker," he bowed slightly. His eyes quickly shifted from side to side wondering if the Frankenstein monster was with her.

TAG: Mina, Frankenstein, any others still aboard the boat...

 

Mina Harker
Leaving Kingston Port

As Mina finished with Frankenstein, and had finished packing her own equipment she heard a knock at her dor. As she moved to open it, she heard a voice. One of the ship crewmember.

" I�ve got 3 hundred dollars for all of you�should be more than enough a hundred times over. If you want me�too bad, you punks will have to deal without seeing my face for two weeks. M still needs to pay me, and I ain�t doing this for free. I don�t do anything for honor anymore, life is much better now." He said gruffly, putting the money down next to Mina's private quarters. Mina opened her door, and quietly picked up the money. "If M does not pay you, then I shall... when we see you in 2 weeks. Mina stated flatly.

Mina watched, as within a few minutes, while the others had left, that Ishmael and seven other crew members carried down barrels and crates of fish and argue with a man with a large beer belly, and little over price.
She went back to getting her equipment off the ship. She placed the money someplace safe, until she ran into the others.

Mina headed back up, when she ran into Ichabod Crane, who was busy tying his belongings to his horse. She saw him glanced back toward the horse and patted him on the side of his neck. "Greetings, Ms. Harker," he bowed slightly. His eyes quickly shifted from side to side suddenly.

Mina gave a soft laugh. "Greetings, Mr. Crane. Im alone, if that is what you are wondering about." she added. She then nodded towards the dock. "Ready to see what awaits us in this this town?"

Mina had her own small suitcase, and her case with her chemistry equipment inside. She left the ship, and then took a long look at what was around them. This place made Transalvania look modern. It was like it was stuck in time.

The place looked old. Buildings all wooden, most of them still had the old elongated spire stature that Enlightenment Era buildings had. Folks dressed in old clothing, mostly black. What time period were they stuck in? Mina leaned towards Crane. "This place gives ME the creeps. There is something very wrong here. We are going to stick out like a sore thumb. Well, some of us will." Mina looked back towards the ship, wondering about Frankenstein for a moment, and then shook her head.

"Let's find a place to stay. Im sure we will pass an Pub or Inn while we are looking around." Mina took the money that had been left at her door, and gave 20 dollars to Crane and to Frankenstein (if he had followed them).

Slowly, they all made their way into town. There was no hurry, and that there was a smaller group, gave them a chance to look around. This place made London look cheery. They soon saw an old tattered pub, called the 'Kingsport�s Olde Pub'. There was a marketplace, that was busy, but not with what Mina would consider a booming business. The place looked as if it was under a curse. Mina twitched. Something dark was here.

Eventually, they came across a rather demented looking building called the ' Kingsport Quality Inn.' Mina looked at the leaning building and then the others, as she shook her head. Behind it, a pitiful looking church sat. The trees around it where not only dead, but warped, like they were in pain. M's briefing popped into her head. Cults were hard to get rid of, and purging an area so touched, even worse so.

Mina whispered to those with her. "Lets get off the streets, and find rooms first. I wish this place had a bed and breakfast, but I dont think I will have that kind of luck." Mina sighed softly. "Let's go."

She made her way towards the Inn, hoping that they could get a room without much trouble. She suddenly stopped, eyes scanning the area. "I hope they have a barn, Mr. Crane." she said softly, as she looked about.

She then carefully made her way towards the Inn, keeping a sharp eye for anything that might be deemed a threat.



TAG: Ichabod, Frankenstein, anyone who went with them.

 

IC: Faust

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Either that cabby was the poorest liar that ever lived, or Mr. Gray had pulled a maneuver that Faust had pulled once before. In any case the possibilities intrigued him.

[i]?So many places and so few that look inviting? Tarzan said softly.

"We didn't come here to be invited." Sherlock said softly. "We are here to make this place better and to insure that those around us are safe. We are going to have to forget the chaos around us if only for the moment. Where do you think we should stay?" Sherlock asked.[/i]

Faust shrugged at the comment. "This town suits me as well as any. I honestly don't quite see what M was so perturbed about." He glanced around. Nothing struck him as being particularly out of the ordinary... but then again he was mostly on the outer edge, if not outside, of the scope of "normalcy." His comrades seemed to be picking up on an abnormality he could not. Most intriguing. Could it have something to do with the Cult of Cthulhu M had mentioned?

Actually Mephistopheles had once told Faust about the other sources of dark power in the universe, and of course had not forgotten to mention Cthulhu. Faust had come across only vague references to the old one in his research into the dark arts, but Mephistopheles had greatly expanded upon those particular details. The... [i]thing[/i]... was particularly powerful, strong enough that Faust had, at the time, contemplated an alliance, an idea which he quickly abandoned when he found out some of the [i]other[/i] details... Namely the madness.

What ordinary folk were doing worshipping the celestial squid was beyond Faust's comprehension. A return was unlikely, if not impossible. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn," he chuckled well under his breath. Such nonsense.

[b]TAG:[/b] Tarzan, Holmes

 

IC

As Sherlock walked he found himself discussing what he heard with Faust. "I think the Cabby was telling the truth. That sounds exactly something Dorian would do since he is near immortal. What's your opinion of the situation."

As they walked Sherlock found themselves in one of the near Motels. The Taundry Inn. "What do you think fellows seems the place where we can just dissapear." Watson said.

 

IC: Lone Ranger, Kingsport streets.

*there were places that even the most hardened and resilient of Marshalls would hesitate to go to in order to carry out their duties. While Kingsport was not one of them, by Cassidy's estimation it should have been. However, duty before personal distaste won out as it normally did.

Retreiving Comradi from the hold of the ship, he slung himself up onto the big horse, then rode down the ramp and into town.
The landscape was dominated by scenes of the worst of humanity. People argued and haggled in broad daylight, there was a scuffle on nearly every corner, even the buildings themselves seemed foreboading and intimidating, and that was merely what could be observed. He could hear faint echos of screams, smell blood and sweat that had been ground into the cobblestones, the entire town seemed to be simultaniously in a slow downwards spiral and ready to burst into anarchy at the slightest spark.

Still, even in the impending chaos of this hovel, an imposing man on horseback with what seemed to be a myriad of weapons at the ready did command a high degree of intimidation and awe, and those in the streets visibly parted for the stranger on horseback.

His first stop on his own set of investigations and inquiries was a series of shops and kiosks that the good doctor or his assistant would have been likely to frequent. Gathering up the scant information that he could, he quartered Comradi at the least sleazy stable that he could find, paying one of the caretakers to make sure that nobody went through his saddlebags while he was away.

Walking the streets towards the tavern, he made one last small investigation, this time into an alleyway that looked suspiciously clean earlier. However, it turns up nothing, just a few residents who wanted to maintain some semblance of normalcy in this place.

Somehow, Cassidy's life dictated that for every group that wanted to do the former, there would be a group that he would have to deal with that wished to prey off of them. Take for example the three individuals that loudly walked into the alleyway just as Cassidy was turning to leave. Dressed in grungy clothing that seemed to have come from a variety of sources, they regarded Cassidy warily at first. However one of the four, a slightly short yet stocky individual young man who couldn't have been much older than 18, if that, must have noticed his Marshalls' badge which was affixed to his belt, and taken it for a local coppers tin, because he stepped forward and suddenly got very, albeit foolishly, abrasive.

"Oi copper, piss off! We have business here!"

*Cassidy kept a deadpan expression, but smirked to himself on the inside whilst thinking to himself* 'Ah the local idiots, I was curious as to when they would show themselves. Right about now the short one will probably draw a small knife and try to impress his friends.'

*Ever the Marshall and what counted as an expert on stupid human behavior, the loudmouth did exactly what Cassidy thought he would, producing a small dirk and adopting what others would consider a menacing grin.*

"I changed my mind, how about we have some fun, what do you say boys!?"

*His compatriots hooted and cheered in agreement. Rather than put his hands up right away, Cassidy just let his arms hang at his sides, never wavering his gaze from the interloper. Beliving too much in his own misplaced faith in himself, he charged at the cowboy, holding the small knife in an overhead fashion, intending to bring it down on his chest.

He had gotten to within 6 inches of the knife finding its mark when Cassidy reacted. Sidestepping slightly, he grabbed his attackers wrist with one hand, bent the elbow with another, and shot a leg behind the thugs knees. With an ungainly flailing and a mighty crash, the thug slammed to the cobblestones, dirk not present due to the sudden painful manipulation of his joints. As Cassidy stepped forward, he placed one foot on the ground but put a good portion of hi

 

IC: Ichabod Crane

Ichabod paused when he noticed the twisted trees surrounding the church. It brought back some bad memories of Sleepy Hollow. He remembers the cold wind against his skin, the smell of something burning, the sound of maniacal laughter...

He was then pulled back to the present when the horse, Washington, nudged him with his head. It was as if the horse knew that Crane was scared. "Thanks, old friend," Ichabod whispered to him as he patted his head.

Pulling Washington's reigns, Ichabod followed Mina toward the Inn.

"I hope they have a barn, Mr. Crane." Mina had said.

"Yes, indeed." Ichabod approached the front of the leaning building and began tying up Washington's reigns. "Sorry," he said turning to look at the horse. "But the rest of the League didn't take too kindly to having you in the room at the Museum back in England." He ran his hand over Washington's mane. "You'll have to wait out here."

Ichabod walked up to the door and opened it. He stood holding the door open and looked back to Mina. "After you, milady."

TAG: Mina, Frankenstein, whoever else...

 

Mina Harker
Kingsport Quality Inn


Mina looked around at the 'Kingsport Quality Inn.' As strangely as the placed leaned, she hoped it was stable. Definitely would make for an interesting nights stay.

She looked back at Crane, and saw his horse nudge him. She smiled. Yes, they would most definitely have to find a safe place for the horse. Pulling Washington's reigns, Ichabod followed Mina toward the Inn.

"I hope they have a barn, Mr. Crane." Mina had said. "Yes, indeed." Ichabod approached the front of the leaning building and began tying up Washington's reigns. "Sorry," he said turning to look at the horse. "But the rest of the League didn't take too kindly to having you in the room at the Museum back in England." He ran his hand over Washington's mane. "You'll have to wait out here."

Mina chuckled softly. "Unless American folks are different, I doubt they will enjoy a horse indoors here as well. We shall make sure to find him a decent set of quarters."

Ichabod walked up to the door and opened it. He stood holding the door open and looked back to Mina. "After you, milady."

Mina nodded, as she walked up to the open door. Narrowing her eyes, she allowed her eyes to quickly adjust to the darkened room before her. Using her sharpened sense, she looked inside as she took a step in, letting all of her senses give her information about the room, and whatever occupants were inside. She was on high guard, for if anyone meant to do them any harm, they would show themselves soon enough.

Finding what appeared to be the front desk, Mina made her way towards it, scanning the Inn carefully.


TAG: Crane, Frankenstein, whoever else...

 

IC: Randolph Carter
The Kingsport Inn

?Listen?I?m just hear to study your organization, I?m not here to report you or anything. As weird as the things you do are?there not illegal, sir.? Randolph said, while rubbing his eyes. ? Sir my paper is going to be on Cthulhu and the rituals of his followers. I?m just asking for just one look at it. That?s all. IT won?t take up much of your time, and I?ll be sure to hide the identity of the person provided my sources.? The young man said, as he winced uncomfortably among the ?unclothe? people near him at the front desk. His eyes seemed to be desperately looking away from a sweaty heavy set man wearing no shirt, though that was the man he was pleading to. When the only other women in the room, a toothless old hag accidentally touched him in the shoulder


The League members could clearly see why. The man wore a $200 dollar purple suit, gold rimmed glasses worth a small fourteen, and a slender frame. His face was elfin and rat like in nature. His forehead was painted with many crease lines, from many nights of hard thinking. Given this, his young age, and the impossibly large book underneath his arms, two words cam to their mind. College scholar.

?And I?m telling you, I?m protecting more than your identity by not telling you where that idiot doctor is, I?m saving your very soul. Now get out and forget all about Yig, Dagon, and Cthulhu? The fat man said from behind, the relatively new and clean counter. He looked over to Mina and Crane and smiled ?And what do we have here customers? Listen, forget about this?.nut?here come herer how many rooms do you need?? The Inn Keeper asked robustly.

TAG: All but P.T



IC: Tarzan
By Kingsport Pub

?Cassidy, I have bad feeling about this place. A nasty feeling?.to say the least. None of the animals here?think or speak. It?s the weridest thing I?ve ever seen. Its like, they?ve lost their minds or something.? Tarzan muttered quietly. His face showed not fear though, but cool anger, as his eyes slanted into small daggers.

?Are you thinking what I?m thinking?? Tarzan said staring at the oddly shaped pub.

? We might find out where Dolittle is, in there after all.?

TAG: Lone Ranger


I_H Edit: Awards campaigning is not allowed. Further infractions may result in a ban

 

IC: Ichabod Crane
Kingsport Quality Inn
(the building that's leaning)

Listening to the conversation, or argument, taking place at the desk, Ichabod couldn't help but ask, "Uh, I beg your pardon, sirs..." He glanced back and forth between the two men. "This `idiot doctor` to which you are referring...what might his name be, if you don't mind my asking?"

OOC: I don't know who all is at this same leaning Inn, so I'll just TAG everyone...

TAG: Our GM, Mina, whoever else is there...

 

Frankenstein was on his guard as well. He had a strange look on his face as always. He looked around everywhere outside indoors. Hopefully he could get some fighting done.

Tag: noone in particular

 

IC Fat Inn Keeper

"Uh, I beg your pardon, sirs..." Crane glanced back and forth between the two men. "This `idiot doctor` to which you are referring...what might his name be, if you don't mind my asking?"

With those words the fat man?s face contorted from a jolly smile into a look of pure venom and disgust. He lifted and large arm, and pointed a pudgy finger the size of a sausage at Crane

?Listen I?m telling you what I told Mr. Carter. Number one, I am not, I repeat not, going to tell you where that fat bastard Doolittle is and letting read his fancy book. End of story. Two, I?m not part of that fruity club, and if I was and I had the same book as that jerk did, I would be mad as a hatter if I tried to read it. The End. Number three, get the hell out of here before I take this broom,? The Fat Man spat and paused slightly, as he lifted up a half rotten broom ?And shove it down your thin little throat!?

?Listen they where just curious who we where talking about it. They don?t care about Abdul Alhazred?s writings.? Randolph Carter said softly.


The fat man nodded, and looked back at Crane and Mina

?Sorry about that, so?.are you all looking for rooms or something?? The Fat Inn Keeper asked quietly.

TAG: Scott

 

OOC: sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Been kinda busy.

IC: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Henry slowly followed behind Faust, and Sherlock. He didn't have much to talk about, nor did he want to. The ride here, and the new place had given him a head ache. All he wanted was to find a place for the night, and go to sleep.

Tag: Faust, and Sherlock

 

Mina Harker
The Kingsport Inn

As Mina walked in, with Crane and Frankenstein behind her, she heard what she guessed to be the owner of the Inn, and another man arguing at the desk.

"Listen?I?m just hear to study your organization, I?m not here to report you or anything. As weird as the things you do are?there not illegal, sir." the man in front of her said, while rubbing his eyes. "Sir my paper is going to be on Cthulhu and the rituals of his followers. I?m just asking for just one look at it. That?s all. IT won?t take up much of your time, and I?ll be sure to hide the identity of the person provided my sources." The young man said, as he winced uncomfortably. His eyes seemed to be desperately looking away from a sweaty heavy set man wearing no shirt, though that was the man he was pleading to. When the only other women in the room, a toothless old hag accidentally touched him in the shoulder.

Why would this man want to study such an horrid thing. Obviously, he had no clue that one does not simply STUDY Cthulu. And that playing around with such things could open up all kinds of horrible, nasties.

Nina looked at the man. The man wore a $200 dollar purple suit, gold rimmed glasses worth a small fourteen, and a slender frame. His face was elfin and rat like in nature. His forehead was painted with many crease lines, from many nights of hard thinking. Given this, his young age, and the impossibly large book underneath his arms, two words cam to their mind. College scholar. Or Idiot. Certainly out of place. And the Inn keeper was not looking to friendly towards the man, as he continued to argue his case.

"And I?m telling you, I?m protecting more than your identity by not telling you where that idiot doctor is, I?m saving your very soul. Now get out and forget all about Yig, Dagon, and Cthulhu" The fat man said from behind, the relatively new and clean counter. Mina hid a shudder. Just saying their names was dangerious.

She perked up when the Inn keeper looked over to Mina and Crane and smiled "And what do we have here customers? Listen, forget about this?.nut?here, come here .. how many rooms do you need?" The Inn Keeper asked robustly.

Mina smiled brightly, and prepared to respond to the man, when Ichabod behind her spoke up. "Uh, I beg your pardon, sirs..." He glanced back and forth between the two men. "This 'idiot doctor' to which you are referring...what might his name be, if you don't mind my asking?"

Mina felt like groaning out loud. So much for being subtle. As she glared at him briefly, she saw that Frankenstein was on his guard .. if not looking a bit board. Her head snapped back around, when she heard the mans voice change. The fat man?s face contorted from a jolly smile into a look of pure venom and disgust. He lifted and large arm, and pointed a pudgy finger the size of a sausage at Crane. Mina flinched back, acting the role of surprised as he yelled at Crane.

"Listen I?m telling you what I told Mr. Carter. Number one, I am not, I repeat not, going to tell you where that fat bastard Doolittle is and letting you read his fancy book. End of story. Two, I?m not part of that fruity club, and if I was and I had the same book as that jerk did, I would be mad as a hatter if I tried to read it. The End. Number three, get the hell out of here before I take this broom," The Fat Man spat and paused slightly, as he lifted up a half rotten broom "And shove it down your thin little throat!"

"Listen they where just curious who we where talking about it. They don?t care about Abdul Alhazred?s writings." Randolph Carter said softly. The fat man nodded, and looked back at Crane and Mina. "Sorry about that, so?.are you all looking for rooms or something?" The Fat Inn Keeper asked quietly.

Mina, who had brought up the end of her her scarf to her face during the mans tirade, relaxed abit, bringing her scarf back down, as she shook her head.

"Indeed sir, I am not in the least interested in whatever such things. I simply

 

IC: Faust

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Faust glanced up at the place, apparently another inn. There seemed to be a lot of them in this city, despite the apparently dead tourist industry. How odd.

"I could honestly care less," he replied to Holmes' question, glancing about the town. "I'd just as soon comb this place over for Dolittle and be done with it." He glanced at his companions. Holmes and Watson were more or less fine, but Jekyll seemed to be having a rough time of it. The doctor sighed, slightly frustrated. "Although I suppose I ought to defer to Dr. Jekyll on the matter, he doesn't look well."

"However, I think it could be in our best interests to at least stay in the lodgings our compatriots are using. There's safety in numbers, after all."

[b]TAG:[/b] Holmes, Jekyll

 

IC

Sherlock nodded at Faust's statement. "Based on what I have gathered there seems to be quite the crime rate here. That cabby seemed quite suspicous of us. However it may be better if we do pair off and stay together."

Sherlock looked around the motel. IT seemed to be well kept but not one of the best places in the area. "There seems to be a bar here." Sherlock said a a man stumbled past him muttering to himself.

"It may not be safe here after all." Sherlock said.

Watson looked around. He had been quite disgruntled the whole day and was irate.

"Sir Holmes if you will excuse me I am going to get a drink of liquid courage. Care to join me Mr. Faust?" Watson said as he twirled his finger around his mustache.

Tag Faust

 

IC: Lone Ranger, outside of Kingsport Pub.

? We might find out where Dolittle is, in there after all.?

*Cassidy made a mental note to inquire Tarzan about his silent movement techniques at a later date, considering he had not made a sound when he apporached him.

"I have the same notion. It seems as if this entire town is on the verge of coming unhinged through some unexplained force or influence. We'd better not stay here long, I have the strange sensation that we are in a pressure vessel that is about to burst.

Now let's go. These kinds of watering holes are always bad, but they usually have information in one form or another that is useful."

*Cassidy pushed off of the tree he was leaning against and deliberately strode over towards the Kingsport Pub.

After pushing the door open and walking in ahead of Tarzan, he made a quick mental note of the surroundings. Like any establishment of it's caliber, the Kingsport Pub was decorated with not much other than surplus ship supplies, and was about as clean as a dirt floor cabin. Here and there patrons were either cordoned off in their own groups or drinking alone.
The establishment itself was lit as well as a dense forest, which perhaps provided some sense of privacy to normal patrons, but posed little problem for Cassidy, since he could see, hear, and smell exactly what was going on in the Bar at that moment.

Sidling up to the bar itself, he planted himself on a barstool. The Bartender eyeballed him warily but eventually addressed the new patron*

"You sure are a long way from Dodge City cowboy. What'l you have?"

*Cassidy was well versed in the language of sarcasm and disdain, and if he didn't have a purpose for being in that excuse for a bar, he would have bounced the bartenders' head off of the counter a few times. Alas, he had to play along, at least for now*

"Double whiskey for me. You need your own tonic Tarzan?"

*The bartender or patrons didn't outwardly display any recognition of that name, meaning that nobody knew or cared that the ape-man was in their midst. The bartender merely treated Tarzan with the same sarcasm while obtaining his order. Knocking star-power as a means of gathering information off of the list, Cassidy pressed on with a new tactic.*

"We won't be in this hole in the wall long. Been trying to get a bead on some doctor here, goes by the name of Dolittle. Damndest thing though, seems he up and disappeared from this Earth. No signs, no nothing. Funny how that is, not a clue or a note or anything."

*Cassidy had spoken with a bit more volume that time, making sure that all present in the pub could hear it, and that time he was rewarded with a small bit of reaction, mostly hushed whispers. However the patron closest to Cassidy gave his reaction away in a different manner. Cassidy could hear his heartbeat start to beat faster and harder, and his face betrayed the tics and movements of an individual who felt like they were in the midst of a trap.*

Tag: Tarzan